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Saturday, February 9, 2008

Middle Name Meme

Mac tagged me! [What can I say, I used to be fleet of foot.] I was impressed as all get out that her middle name is "Ursula" and she was able to come up with two "U"s.]

Here are the rules:

1. You have to post the rules before you give your answers. [Is this a "duh news alert?" - kh]

2. You must list one fact about yourself beginning with each letter of your middle name. (If you don't have a middle name, use your maiden name or your mother's maiden name). [Thank you mom and dad for coming up with "Ann" rather than "Chrysanthemum."]

3. At the end of your blog post, you need to tag one person for each letter of your middle name. (Be sure to leave them a comment telling them they've been tagged.)
[Blogdom catches a break on that at large. To make up for it, I'll try and pick people who I think are likely to have long middle names. I hope Fr. Erik's mom and dad gave him the middle name of "Schnickelfritz" because if anyone's likely to have a longer name it's going to be a Kraut.]

(My answers were sorta lengthy, yours don't have to be, though it might make it more fun reading. Macs were a sentence or two each.)

For better or for worse:

A - Athletic. What I used to be. When you're young you have youth and skill, now it's all age and craftiness. I was never the "best" at any sport, but in choosing up sides of say, 10 a side I was usually #2 or #3 picked. I certainly never understood the kids who got less than a "B" in Physical Education in school. To avoid an "F" - suit up and show up, don't cut class. To avoid a "D" - don't throw soap around in the locker room. To get a "C" - show up, go through the motions. "B" look like you're having fun and a good time. "A" show some skill.

My favorite sport to play was always softball. back in the mid to late 80s we had a team at work called "Artificial Intelligence." The company had a great rec center and playing fields and there were dozens of teams. Ours sucked, but the parties afterwards were great. Our particular league was mixed men/women "informal" but so help me God, one night I just about killed some a$$hole for managing to play us into a TRIPLE PLAY on account of his piss poor running skills. I would have iced him too, but I was afraid at the time I'd lose my security clearance for doing it and I was afraid if I did it I wouldn't feel sorry for it. His lack of knowledge that any American FiVE YEAR OLD would have of the necessity to have to run if a ground ball is hit and you are on 1st base was INCREDIBLE. It's a miracle this particular co-worker could find his butt with both hands, a mirror, and a flashlight. It's been a good 20 years since that happened. I'm still pissed. My best day? Summer league when I was 13. I intentionally let myself get hit by a pitch. [The trick? Move everything except the part of you that's gonna get hit.] Stole 2nd base. Stole 3rd. Stole Home. Miraculously, for some reason, both mom and dad were there. They saw my finest moment.

N - New Hampshire - I got to live in that state from the summer of 1967 until the summer of 69. My dad had taken a job transfer there. Dad was "always moving up the company ladder" when I was a young girl. He had the New England sales territory as a regional sales manager for Royal Crown cola, and though his office was in Bahston, he had to cover all the territory and we lived in NH 'cuz it wasn't that far from Bahston, and the taxes were cheaper. I got my introduction to the French language there, and a life long aversion to a certain French Canadian nun who was my 6th and 7th grade teacher. Universally, teachers liked me ALL BUT THIS ONE. It's "involved."

I can well remember how short the summers were and how long the winters. The best "sport" of all would be to awaken about 6:30-7:00, look outside and see masses of snow dropped over night and still falling - it was ABSOLUTE heaven to turn on the radio and eagerly await the report of school closings. Once they called school because it was too "cold" - below zero fahrenheit by some odd degrees. So what did we do? Went ice skating. Outdoors. I also learned some "new vocabulary" from dad, in rather inventive ways. NH, then, as I'm sure it has now, has armies of snow ploughs. I'd have the day "off" -- and dad might have to do the 40 miles into Bahston... Dad would shovel out that drive way ... go in for a quick shower and a change and VOILA!!!!! the ever efficient snow plough would have deposited another couple feet high of that icey hardened muck. IIRC "Those sum'BITCHES DID IT AGAIN!" was his favorite refrain. Years later, we all saw Smokey and the Bandit. "Sumbitch" was Jackie Gleason's tag -- we all just ROLLED, recalling dad's favorite.

40 years ago, I followed my first political campaign, Nashua (where we lived) is traditionally the FIRST stop on anyone's campaign trail, I can remember following the primaries -- Nixon was pretty much a "go" for the republicans, though not without a bit of a fight -- and I remember the awful day I woke up to be told Bobby Kennedy had been shot after a late night win in the California primary.

N - Night owl - I've never been a "morning person." My usual response to "Good morning" is "Morning" on the grounds that I, personally, have not collected enough data for a good statistical sampling. I will also not know if it HAD been a "good morning" until the day is finished. Some of those people who got killed on 9/11 probably thought it was a "good morning" that day too. Okay, tart. Cynical, but I've never bought the "early to bed, early to rise" stuff. Seems to me "late to bed and late to rise" works out similar. So help me if I am ever in charge of planning a war we will strike about 2 in the afternoon when everyone else is full from lunch. I bet a 40 man team from the Delaware National Guard could take over all of France in about an hour if it was timed right. For one thing, no one would be expecting it.

My dad was always an early bird. Up and at 'em by 5:30 and out the door not a whole lot later. I didn't get that gene. I was the only 2-3 year old I knew who watched Eliot Ness and the Untouchables. Mom and I were late night viewers. Years later, I asked her "hey, mom, most people insist on putting their little kids to bed as soon as the street lights come on, just out of curiosity, why didn't you?" Her answer was perfectly sensible: "If I had put you to bed then, you'd have been up at 4 bouncing off the walls and I'd have had to tie you down" -- no kidding. She was never worth approaching before she'd had at least two cups of coffee. Best not to make any "sudden moves" until then.

I tag: Fr. Erik, Archangel's Advocate, and Swiss Miss.


swissmiss said...

Thanks Karen! This last week has been sooo busy with some place (usually having several places to run) I had to run each day, so I will get to all the memes and such ASAP. Sorry to be scarce.
BTW: My middle name is Therese, so it's a lot longer than your super short one and it's full of e's...will have to think about that. Could always start with the phrase eh though, eh!

gemoftheocean said...

Swissmiss: Todally works if you're Canadian.

Don't forget a short sentence or two is perfectly okay. :-D

Mulier Fortis said...

We obviously inherited the same night owl gene. My mother was not to be approached when asleep, as she had a tendency to lash out... we learned (my sister and I) to make tea, deposit cup on bedside table, then scoot round and wake dad up so he could wake mum...

Unfortunately, my SD is of the opinion that the morning is the best part of the day, especially for prayer, and that all it needs is practice and determination...

gemoftheocean said...

Mac,I think your SD is out to lunch on this one. What works well for one person might not work well for another. I've always enjoyed from about 9:30 on in the evening as the "best part of my day." It's odd what traits you inherit from one parent or the other, and what's from "somewhere else."

The Digital Hairshirt said...



Mulier Fortis said...

Karen, I have to admit (through gritted teeth) that as far as prayer is concerned, he's been proved right. Intelligent conversation (heck any conversation!), enthusiasm, ability to string a sentence together, etc. definitely not before midday. Prayer, however, seems to be the exception.

gemoftheocean said...

Runs different for me, my defenses are DOWN. MID morning isn't bad, as long as I've had sleep, but early morning. Mac. Please. I have literally been known to sleep through apparently some pretty good earthquakes aftershocks o the strong three and low four variety.

gemoftheocean said...

Mac,I think your SD is out to lunch on this one. What works well for one person might not work well for another. I've always enjoyed from about 9:30 on in the evening as the "best part of my day." It's odd what traits you inherit from one parent or the other, and what's from "somewhere else."

The Digital Hairshirt said...

You didn't tag me, but you inspired my BIL to do so, so now I have my usual snarky response to memes up on my blog.

gemoftheocean said...

:-D Digi, I figured if I tagged AA he'd tag you too. There's a madness in my method.


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