When Lily’s fur has gotten a little long He-weasel and I call her Scrappydoo. To us she is at her cutest and most alluring when her appearance inspires that nickname. So, I was more than a little flattered that a bevy of beautiful bloggers think I am scrappy. The Daily Conneseur, Tale Peddler and Little Ms. J all awarded me the Honest Scrap award and I couldn’t be happier.
As part of my duties of being Ms. Scrappydoo December 1, 2009 is that I have to share ten honest things about myself and then pass this lovely award on to ten other bloggers who bring honesty and scrappiness to the blogosphere.
Here I go:
1. I have watched Wonder Boys well over 25 times this year. It for sure is my most watched movie of 2009. I am not at all sure why I seem to be in a repetition compulsion with this film other than I may be trying to will for myself the happy ending that Micheal Douglas has in this film. A gorgeous house in the country, a baby, a teaching job in a writing department, and writing a book that will win a Pen Award. I think I have watched it so much that I could recite it on demand. I could rent myself out at Blockbuster.
2. Botox makes me very happy—jump up and down and stare at my forehead in amazement kind of happy. Really, I am a person who likes to see results and nothing gives me instant and effortless results like Botox. The wrinkles and lines are there and then they are not. I love you, Botox. Botox, I love you so much I would marry you—that is if California allowed polygamy. I would be Mrs. La Belette Rouge Weasel-Botox. That is a lot to fit on a monogram.
3. I am terrified I will not pass my MFT exam. I feel like I haven’t studied enough and that when I go into the test center I will choke, panic and fail. In an attempt to counter my failure fantasy I think of a nincompoop who was in my graduate school class and who passed this test—if he can pass I can pass. December 19th is my test date. Wish me luck.
4. Something about being with my mother for longer than an hour turns off my heart. For 24-48 hours after seeing her I feel nothing for nobody. Really. Nothing. I am like Spock. It is as if being with her gives me a heartectomy. I can’t even feel love for He-weasel. It is always scary when it happens. Happily, my heart always comes back—at least so far it has.
5. In the last couple of weeks several people have, without provocation, named my style as “Classic with a twist” or “Classic with a sense of humour”. Every time it happens I felt an enormous sense of joy. The joy went way beyond what one would expect to feel at someone naming your style. I guess that the real happiness comes from the feeling of being seen. I so often feel invisible that when people in my life actually see me I feel happily surprised.
6. I am sure that one day I will meet Bill Clinton. I am not sure how, why, when or where. But, I am sure it will happen.
7. Grey hair and lines that require Botox are not the most annoying parts of aging. I am finding that the bizarre skin tabs that I am growing are. Anyone have any suggestions on how I can get rid of these dermal irregularities that seem to have invaded the back of my knees at the same speed that mini-malls invaded the streets of L.A.?
8. I judge people harshly who eat cranberries in a can. I place cranberry jelly eaters in the same category as eaters of Miracle Whip and that it is not a good category. It is He-weasel’s unpardonable sin that he will not eat cranberries unless they come in a can and have lines on them. I try to shame him into eating less processed cranberries, so far nothing has worked.
9. I am terrified of snakes yet this is my favorite poem.
10. I hate surprises and He-weasel LOVES surprises. This, as you can imagine, creates some conflict. It just came to me the other night when I was watching Mad Men why I hate surprises as I do. Don was talking to his daughter about the new baby. They had both thought that the baby was going to be a girl. Don says, “Not all surprises are bad.” As soon as I heard him say it I realized that I believed just the opposite. The overt message I got from my family is that the unexpected is always bad.
The ten Scrappytastic bloggers I am sharing this award with are:
1. Jeniffer at Writing to Survive who writes a blog that is the kind of writing I would pay money for. If only I were an agent or a publisher.
2. Utah Savage who is writing a novel that I cannot wait to read and who writes a blog thats honesty inspires and emboldens me.
3. Maggie May of “Flux Capacitor” who is the kind of blogger that this award was invented for.
4. Kayleigh the Brave of Fashionably Later. She is undoubtedly the bravest and most courageous blogger I have the privilege to know. Your courage, dear you, inspires me.
5. Stephanie Baffone who is my soul sister in so many ways. We are both childless not by choice, writers and therapists who blog. What are the odds?
6. Indigo Alison whose honesty inspires me to dare to say it like it is. She writes with unflinching honesty about her work, her daughters, her relationship and desires—and she is an amazing photographer.
7. Sal of Already Pretty who writes absolutely honestly about her relationship with her body and wardrobe.
8. Cheryl de los Reyes Cruz I love reading about her inner and outer life, creative process and her life in San Francisco.
9. David at SparkleMirrorwho is both scrappy and sparkly.
10. Hammie at Hammiesblog writes honestly about her life as a mother of children with autism. To be honest, that is not a subject that I would usually be interested in but she writes so honestly that she got me hooked.