25 Things

So, I got tagged for one of those things on Facebook, and I don't actually have 25 Facebook friends with whom I can share this, so I'm just putting this stuff out here on the blog for God and everybody to see. You're welcome. Here are 25 random things about me:
  1. I think a piece of one of my wisdom teeth chipped off today -- it didn't hurt, but I'm afraid to go to the dentist to have it looked at.
  2. Because, after living with my Type-I diabetic father for 25 years, I kind of really hate needles an awful lot.
  3. Also, I am afraid to be judged by a masochist who spends every day poking at people's gums until they bleed.
  4. If I ever had to choose between giving up Mountain Dew forever, or death, I am pretty sure that I would choose death.
  5. With absolute 100% certainty, I can say that I never want to meet my daughter's birth parents, and I never want her to want to meet them, either.
  6. I once told a Navy recruiter that I was a flat-footed lesbian Communist so that he would stop calling me, and I will never regret that.
  7. Toys that make noise make me batshit butternuts crazy, and I really want to smash the Cupcake's "Chicken Dance Elmo" doll with a sledgehammer.
  8. All other things being equal, if my husband were a Republican or a fan of either Notre Dame or the Dallas Cowboys, I don't think I would have married him.
  9. We didn't have our wedding pictures put into a photo album until 2007 -- 8½ years after we were married.
  10. I know even without the benefit of therapy that I developed a sense of humor as a self-defense mechanism, to cover for being insecure about my looks.
  11. Also, I learned to cook as a back-up plan, in case being funny and having big boobs failed to ever get me laid.
  12. Honest to God, I think Barbies are evil, and I am not-so-secretly thrilled that Cupcake's Christmas "fashion doll" is in pieces all over the living room.
  13. If I ever win the lottery, the first thing I am doing is leaving the country and buying a house near the beach on an island somewhere.
  14. The last time I went to church completely voluntarily to pray for anything was when I was in 11th grade -- the last 18 years have all been for show.
  15. I believe that this is part of the reason why I haven't gotten pregnant, but I am too proud to grovel before anybody, including God.
  16. Yes, I am aware that my relationship with the Creator is pretty fucked up, and I am pretty sure He knows it, too.
  17. Grammar, punctuation, and especially spelling are important to me, and I judge pretty harshly people who make stupid mistakes in business emails.
  18. I don't believe for one second that Ben Affleck deserved his Oscar for "Good Will Hunting," and it will always piss me off that he has an Academy Award and I don't.
  19. The thing I dread most about parenting is the day that I have to explain to the Cupcake how and why she came to be our daughter.
  20. I am terrified that when that day comes, she will start to hate me, and that I will never be able to get her to love me again.
  21. If we had everything to do all over again, I think I would have asked for a bigger engagement ring and a smaller wedding.
  22. Some of the parents at Cupcake's school kind of skeeve me out, and I am doing everything I can to get her away from their kids.
  23. Not once, not ever, not on one occasion in my life did I ever smoke pot, and every once in a while I regret being so paranoid in my youth.
  24. Before I die, I would like to spend an entire vacation at a nudist resort or, at the very least, I would like to spend time on a nude beach.
  25. The idea of a Brazilian wax intrigues me, and I wonder what "it" would be like afterwards, but I am terrified that I would be laughed right out of the salon.
There you go. 25 things about me I bet you wish you never knew.


  1. maybe i'm just naive ... while it's not absolutely true, you get to tell cupcake you CHOSE to be her parents, and that you CHOSE her. (the not-true part, although it's partly true because you could have given her back.) no, you didn't give birth to her, but you're still her mom. i'd advise talking to tina about it ;-)

  2. we did CHOOSE her -- we chose to take the call from the agency, we chose to go through with this even though the previous family had a bad experience, etc. and i do think that Fate chose all of us to be together.

    i think what i worry about is that she will not understand the circumstances, the illness that meant that her birth mom couldn't be her "real" mom.

  3. Romans 10:17, just going to church is good for you. And for what it's worth, I don't believe God works like that. There are several things in life that I wonder why and why not, and they're big things in my mind, but I made up my mind a long time ago that I was just going to trust in God, and that he has good things in store for us all. If I don't believe that, I start to lose my heart AND my mind.

    BTW, I really like reading your blog!

  4. glad you like my blog -- and fwiw, i have ... issues about my lack-of-church-going-ness. good old fashioned catholic guilt, even. i WANT to go, but i can't find a denomination / congregation that "suits" me, where i feel completely comfortable. a poor excuse perhaps, but it is what it is. it's definitely something i think cupcake needs in her life, something i want to do for her. something i want to do for ME.

    my personal relationship with God is a work in progress, is what i am saying. the fundamentals of my faith are there, but i haven't found the right outlet yet.

  5. If you want...until you do find that right fit...I can take cupcake with me. I know it is probably not what you want, but I have no problem having her scream out NANA and POP-POP in Church. I also DO NOT believe in any way shape or form that Shae will ever stop loving you or that she will ever hate you. Jaime is right, you did CHOSE her...her mother gave her away and you and Ryan CHOSE to give her a better life. She knows how much we all love her...maybe she won't ever want to meet her egg and sperm donor anyway..afterall I truly do believe that you don't have to birth someone to be their mom and dad.