So Allison decided to tag me. I could act curmudgeonly, but I find it kind of amusing. I’m not sure what I’ll be able to post here that I haven’t already. (True story: a candidate for a job came in the other day and said “Hey! I’ve learned a lot about you from your blog.” Great.)
Do I really need to dredge up Six More Things????
Yo, Hugh, Eileen, Kate, Dalia and The Pope: See below for your responsibilities here:
OK if you insist. Here goes.
1. The first girl I ever kissed was named Janae. I think that’s how you spell her name. She used to be a next door neighbor. Then she moved. That’s as far as that story goes.
2. In the third grade, I had a crush on this girl, Robin. We would sit in the back of the class holding hands while the teacher led us in military themed sing alongs. I never saw her again after that year.
3. In the fourth grade, I really liked this other girl, Julie. We would hang out during recess. When school ended, I found out we were moving to a bigger town and a different school. I rode my bike by her house a couple of times that summer but never worked up the courage to ring the bell. I have no idea what became of her.
4. There was this girl in Junior High — Rosie — who was odd. We used to pass notes back and forth to each other. They would be folded like arrows and had things like “TLF” and “TLA”. This was the seventh grade when Forever and Always seemed like manageable periods of time. It turns out she was also a bit violent. She once dragged me down the hall by the scruff of my neck. That was the end of the notes.
5. Once, in high school, a girl asked me to give her a ride home. It was standard issue Idaho winter: sunny, bright, cold as hell and packed snow on the road. I totally liked her and my head was awash with possibilities. She told me a little late to “turn here” in front of her house and when i turned I ended up going into several complete spins. The front of my car slammed into a 6′ tall snowbank and bent the fender far enough down that I couldn’t move the car. I had to bend it back out. It pretty much killed any possibility of non-car related activities.
6. I’ve never really like beets.
That’s it. Instead of bloggers, let’s get some comment writers involved. Yo, Hugh, Eileen, Kate, Dalia and The Pope. Between the six of you I’m sure we can come up with something.
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Well, since one of my New Year’s Resolutions is to (try to) be (a little) less curmudgeonly (another is “setting reasonable expectations for myself, hence the parenthetical qualifiers)…
1) First of all, since you appealed to my vanity by calling me out, I should mention that I have a namesake vineyard, sort of: http://www.cristomwines.com/index/Vineyards.html. A former professional football player/current wine merchant recommended the 2005 Cristom Eileen Vineyard Pinot Noir in a Wall Street Journal article about Gisele Bundchen drinking wine (quel horreur!) at a football game instead of beer. Several of the descriptions of the vintage are pretty hysterical (e.g. http://www.klwines.com/detail.asp?sku=1036218) and the wine itself is pretty good. I’d describe it as “peppery” and my brother recently described it as having “a lot of bite”.
2) Continuing the “vanity” theme: I have a perfect, textbook os. I learned this not in the Biology of Female Sexuality at Kenyon, but at the gynecologist’s office when I was a grad student and therefore taking advantage of (relatively) inexpensive care at the local hospital clinic. The doctor was so excited that she invited 16 medical students into the examining room to take a good look.
3) Until 5th grade, I was the tallest kid in my class. And no, I’m not kidding: I was 5′ 2 3/4″ tall then, and I am 5′ 2 3/4″ tall now. Except that I only admit to 5′ 2″. I also am probably one of the few people in the world who also rounds their weight UP to the next multiple of 5. Formerly, I thought of this as becomingly humble, but now that I’m on the “vanity, thy name is Eileen” theme, I have a feeling it’s actually a vain thing to do, because when I say I’m 5′ 2″ people say, “Wow! You look much taller than that!”
4) This is probably partly because a lot of other people lie about their height and therefore people have gotten their impression of 5′ 2″ from people who are really 5′ 0″, but it is probably also because I have excellent posture. When I was on a high school music trip to Quebec, rehearsing with the wind ensemble, the choir director trotted the whole voice ensemble into our practice room and pointed at me and said, “Look at Eileen. SHE has perfect posture. If you promise to sit like her, you can have a seated rehearsal.” Adjusted for age, this was actually somewhat more mortifying than the gynecology convention in my vagina thing. (Although also secretly flattering.)
5) Partly to maintain a weight I don’t mind rounding up (i.e. out of vanity, again - and gosh, how shallow AM I, anyway? and I’m not even going to try to take a count of the number of pieces in my current skirt and dress collection…most of which are second-hand, by the way), in a typical week, I walk about 75 miles. (This includes walking to and/or from work instead of taking the T at least once a day…and I’d be smug about not having a driver’s license, but that’s because I’m neurotic and procrastinatory, and not because I’m particularly green.)
6) I am currently dating a guy who is younger than my younger brothers. All four of them.
ok now that’s a comment! I appreciate the theme — nice. And I can tell you for a fact I didn’t know any of these items.
OMG, what is an os, and should I be concerned that I may or may not have one, and that if indeed I do, mine is undoubtedly not perfect? If an os is what I think it is, then I can tell you mine is far from perfect (3 kids — OK, one was by Caesarean, but still…), yet it has served me well over the years, and still does, despite having lost some of its snap. Although my os is apparently somewhat defective, I hope I can win points with Eileen for my height (5′-10″) and weight (132, which sounds worse than it is — remember, I’m TALL, in the traditional sense of the word, instead of the Eileen-speak definition). On the minus side, I have lousy posture… I’m totally slouching at the computer as we speak (maybe because of the margarita… it’s pretty much Cinco de Mayo here in SoCal all week…). As my teenage boys would say, I DGAF!!! Last but way not least, I am not dating, but am married to a guy 1-1/2 years older than me and 7 friggin’ inches taller and I totally kid you not. He’s proportionate in all respects and his perfection makes up for my inadequacies. Opposites attract — and I’m pretty sure someone like Sophocles came up with that. I have no idea what I’m talking about anymore and, to quote one of the greats out there, “I. Need. A. Nap.” Good night, CST, from us over here in PST!
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