Meme and such

I have had no time lately for anything but work, child-rearing, husband-appeasing, and cooking. Oh, it's a jolly good lark. As such, I have forgotten what NCLM even is, and have fallen far behind in all my commenting. My apologies to all of you, and I shall catch up shortly. Tomorrow night is my night to stay up and blog/watch trashy TV as ordained by a spousal agreement which states that I can do that and sleep in on Saturday mornings, and The Dude gets his chance to sleep in on a Sunday morning.

I have about ten minutes, no more, until I will fall into a deep slumber, so pardon me for blogging another meme. It's dreadfully tiresome of me, I know - assuming people want to read me answer questions about myself. This is what those who question the reasons behind blogging use as evidence about bloggers' complete self-absorption. Oops, I've fallen right into that cliche trap.

Ten years after the fact, completed by every blogger worth his/her self-obsessed salt, as tagged by Brigindo:


1. What was I doing 10 years ago?

Ten years ago I was 19, very nearly 20. I was depressed, gaining PCOS weight, and rotting away at community college because my Dad spent my limited college funds on gambling and alcohol. I had a job I hated in a sporting goods store, tried a list of anti-depressants, and visited a therapist who pinned all my problems on alleged emotional neglect I experienced as a child. I had no such memory of this neglect, but she was convinced this was the answer because it would have had made her job easier. I had been with The Dude for about a year at this point, much of it spent a continent away from him.

2. Five things on my to do list for today.

Today is only with me for another 49 minutes, so for tomorrow - making a salad for lunch, finally wading through painful work emails, possibly apply for yet another job, visit MIL, and cosying up on the sofa for a night of blog reading and general debauchery. That's called living.

3. Snacks I enjoy.

I am currently obsessed with Sainsbury's Feta Hoummous as a dip for fresh carrots, celery and broccoli. I had to stop short yesterday of smearing it all over my boobs and writhing in ecstasy. It is some good shit, let me tell you.

4. Things I would do if I was a billionaire.

The Dude seriously worries about us winning a large sum of money because he fears I would give it all away. He's a realist, clearly. I'm a consumerist, I'll admit it, but I also realise you only need so much. I would ensure both sides of the family are comfortable - pay off my Mom's mortgage, finish putting my brother through college, and get him health insurance as well. My goal in life, realistically, is to try and make just a tiny bit of difference to a lot of people. If I was a billionaire, the extent to which I could do this is dizzying. Unfortunately, the university academic administration business doesn't yield such financial rewards.

5. Places I have lived.

Born and raised in South-Central Pennsylvania. Speaking of which, I seem to have picked up some new readers in that location and I'm simultaneously freaked out and curious. I digress, as per usual. I now live in the South of England, and have for the past (nearly) 6 years.

6. People I want to know more about.

There is no one on earth who has yet to do this meme I think, and I'm too much of a habitual fence-sitter to actually tag someone. If this meme has piqued your interest, go for it. You're all fascinating and engaging women.