Saturday, December 27, 2008

Tell All




I've been tagged by the remarkable tangobaby (thank you) and I have to follow this procedure (for real?):

1. Link to the person who tagged you. tangobaby "check, check"
2. Post the rules on your blog. "in process"..."check"
3. Write six random things about yourself. "just a moment"..."check"
4. Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them. "check"
5. Let each person know they've been tagged and leave a comment on their blog. "in process"
6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up. "in process"
Random Things About Myself
(Note: I already scare people with my over-the-top self-disclosures and Dears, I've already told too much about myself in this blog...but I'm in...I'm all in...so here it goes...)

1. As a teenager, I competed with over one hundred girls to have the privilege of escorting Santa in the Southland mall. My job as a Christmas Pixie during the holiday season entailed wearing a little green skirt trimmed with faux white fur. Santa was too happy about the winners; he smelled faintly of alcohol and cigarettes and clutched my arm too tightly during our daily walk to the sleigh.

2. I have a tendency to get addicted to things...for example, when I was an older teenager, I got addicted to romance genre novels. I felt appalled with my behavior but they were around and I kept reading them. In order to ween myself off of them, I gave myself permission to read romance novels that were historical, or taught me about the environment, or considered classic in the Gothic sense. Finally, I lost the desire to read trash romance books. I was nineteen.



3. When I was twelve (and deciding to no longer eat meat), I met a vegetarian with long thin brown hair. He was gaunt, determined and an over the top fanatic. Nevertheless, I discussed his reasons for eating only raw uncooked fruits, nuts and vegetables. I remember that he said he would never eat white crackers because they were dead food. I asked him about bread, "No, it's cooked and usually made with white flour." He seemed impatient with my questions. I realized that some people are so committed that they need to be.



4. When I was fifteen, I was a drum major and co-student leader of the high school band. One night, when the bleachers were full because it was the homecoming football game, I had the most embarrassing moment of my life. During the opening number, it began to lightly rain as we marched across the field. I furiously twirled my baton and kicked my proud exposed leg high into the air and promptly fell on my a-rump! In pain, I gathered my composure and marched on with the uproariously loud and humiliating laughter coming at me from the stands. Upon arrival to our place of performance, the co-leader, M, continued to laugh to my great humiliation and discomfort. I angrily insisted that he stop, took up the baton, and with as much dignity as I could muster, led the band in, "The Washington Post March."


5. I have studied non-stop for my entire life. I think I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to go to college and it has pushed me to continually need academic validation. I have many degrees, credentials, certificates, and yes, I'm still in school.


6. I hate to wear shoes and socks. And I hate to have dirty feet! (see above!)

This bonus confession is for tangobaby. The only time I ever picked up a hitchhiker was when I was seventeen years old and driving across the United States with my sister. Why did I stop? He was holding a chubby puppy in one hand, he pleadingly got down on one knee, took off his cowboy hat in a sweeping gentlemanly manner. (Please refer to the romance novel addiction problem to understand my behavior.) My sister and I both laughed. We let him ride the truck because after all, we too were traveling with a dog for protection.


Here are my six-ish tags:

Lala/My Castle In Spain

High Desert Diva

Vicki/French Essence

Sarah Laurence

Nature Remains

Pink Cowboy

Passion4Blue


Boy that was a lot of work! I think I approached it as a school assignment. Now, it's your turn...

20 comments:

  1. Dear Cynthia, I just love this tagging thing, it is great to learn a little bit about you. A vegetarian, romance-reading Santa's little helper!
    The bare-foot thing must be quite difficult in the northern hemisphere winter, CNN have been showing all those storms you have been having lately! You would fit right in here in Africa, we love to go bare-foot!
    Love Dianne x

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  2. Dianne, my secrets are out! You know I moved to the 'southern climes' thirty years ago, so I do have foot-freedom but Africa sounds wonderful!

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  3. Cynthia, it was fun reading your responses, but I’m sorry to say that I’ll be breaking the chain unless you tag someone else. I’m not a meme blogger.

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  4. I love reading bloggy "randoms". Yours were especially fun! :^)

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  5. I really love to see bloggs and espacilly this blog is really fan and beautiful.
    you have sach great randoms...

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  6. I enjoyed these random tidbits Cynthia !
    thank you for tagging me...am know for my laziness and procrastination regards tags but i'll do it !!

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  7. Willow, thanks for reading my "randoms" I guess I focused on the part "no one knows" so I had to look into my past to see what people have forgotton....and I don't talk about the shoe issue here because 'you're suppose to wear shoes'.

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  8. Lala MCIS, Thank you for your willingness to participate, I can see why people procrastinate over these. I'm still avoiding selection books, movies for my profile...Your blog is such a kick!

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  9. Your random things did make me laugh. I feel for you though falling down in front of a huge crowd. It's bad enough if there is nobody to witness the humiliation.

    It's interesting that you have another blog connected with Jamaica Kincaid. I studied her - but not in depth - during my last OU course. In fact I even analysed her one-page story ' Girl' as part of the exam I sat in Paris last June. Her writing is not everyone's cup of tea but it was certainly interesting.

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  10. Yes, that blog is part of my writing project. I don't know if it's open (public). Did you try to look at it? I guess she's great to write about because "she's difficult." Thanks for adding me onto your blogs to read list...be patient with me, I go over the top occasionally!

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  11. Always fun to read tags.

    I'll come up with some answers this week...but I rarely follow the rules :-)

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  12. HDD, Great! I keep checking for your response.

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  13. Hi Cynthia -
    Thanks for your thoughtful comment today. I'm looking forward to reading your blog - love when there's lots of interesting things to read! Number 5 on your list resonates with me except that I'm self-taught in every way (except for dance) and I never stop. (Man am I tired!!) I love the picture of those beans. I'll visit again.
    Catherine

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  14. Hi Cynthia! I just got back from my "romantic" and sandy getaway! Thanks for your sweet comment!

    ~I LOVED this post! It's so fun to learn new things about you! You are too funny! I can't wait to read more in the New year! Hope you had a wonderful hoilday & happy wishes for a bright & merry New Year!!!!
    xoxox
    Judith~

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  15. Judith of Paris Atelier, hi back, and thanks for coming over. I'm glad you think I'm funny, just remember that when I get way too serious and you're ready to turn the channel. Don't worry, my humor will return. It's just that I have to cope with many empathetically induced moods throughout the day. This emotional sponge qualty makes for an uneven blog but an alive person. And my you too have a bright sun-kissed year ahead, even if it's cloudy.

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  16. May, you...dang it! The word is "may" not "my"!!!What can I do? I love tangobaby's line, " I hate my typos...must be the crack."

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  17. Cynthia you have to write a book like elizabeth gilbert's. yours can be called Meditate, do yoga and go crazy in the caribbean. you have so many stories to write about, you were santa's little helper and he smelled like alcohol, how old was he?
    d

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  18. Of course he seemed quite old to me-at least in his 30's! I, on the other hand, was 16 years old...so many things happened when I was an innocent, I was surprised at the way men behave--I think that's why I try so hard to protect my loved ones.

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