Thursday, May 25, 2006

I said I would...

Stella said it was my turn and I said okay. (Sort of related tidbit: when I was growing up my family held sacred the words "I promise." Do you know how comforting it is as a kid, when you have something that holds such power - as in "Do you promise you didn't take my Kewpie doll?" - and you can trust the individual using it without question?)

A MeMe, wherein I am required to finish a bunch of sentences...

I am 5'5 and 5/8" and about 20 pounds over what I want to be. The former has bugged me my whole life, the latter has crippled me for the last year.

I want coffee. We're out of filters.

I wish people I love and that are close to me wouldn't be critical of their weight, because this makes me question my relatively relaxed feeling about my own body.

I hate Wal-Mart. But Target is my boyfriend.

I miss Portland. It's a gorgeous city. When we lived there my oldest brother and his family lived around the corner from us and we had insta-friends and entertainment. I also miss that. I also miss a green sweater I had in college with a #16 sewn on the upper left shoulder.

I fear that I will blink and suddenly be old. Oh, it's happening already...

I hear Madeleine practicing trilling her r's. Does it sound cute? It's really irritating.

I wonder if I want to move because I'm bored with the life I've created for myself.

I regret writing that last sentence. I don't want to give legs to that thought. No! I love my life! It's the awesomest best life ever to be created by me!

I am not good at saying goodbye or expressing sympathy or being a gracious loser.

I dance dirty. As if I'm on MTV's The Grind. It's the only way I know how.

I sing constantly, all the time and always. And loudly.

I cry when I hear about bad things happening to children. Mitch's post about her dead tadpole made me cry a little. I also cry when I'm angry and it's so humiliating.

I am not always happy, but who is? I don't want to know those people. And I have a hard time telling people that I'm not happy. Because I don't always want to be cheered up either.

I make relatively little noise. Except for the singing, we have a very quiet house. I also make really good coffee cake and chocolate crinkle cookies.

I write less than I want to. I think I have potential but am a little afraid to test this theory.

I confuse boredom with hunger.

I need to be motivated by competition. If there were a writing contest in town, I would crack my knuckles and get after it. I know, this is wrong in so many ways.

I should not say 'should.' The word pisses me off and instantly makes me do the opposite. If the word enters my mind, I feel like growling.

I start very few new projects, because...

I finish almost everything I start and I don't want to start something that will be too hard to finish. Like this thing. It was a lot harder than it looks. And I even did a half-assed job.


Blogger Jaye Wells said...

Your comment about dancing made me laugh out loud. Dance on!

5/25/2006 8:33 AM  
Blogger Arabella said...

Visions of crinkle cookies are currently dirty-dancing in my head.

It sounds, to me, at least, like you really have made a very nice life for yourself.

I know what you mean about competition. I go back and forth between thinking it's healthy and wishing I wasn't so competitive.

I had a bit of an I'm-getting-old crisis when I was 24 and found a bunch of gray hairs. Now, though, I'm starting to come to terms with the idea of aging. People respect me more now than they did when I was even slightly younger, and I like that. And I'm braver now, too.

5/25/2006 8:51 AM  
Blogger Mrs. Harridan said...

I think you should bring a copy of the crinkle cookie recipe to B-List!

For some reason, I thought you were taller, like 5'9". But it turns out you and I are about the same height.

In a pinch, you can use a paper towel for a coffee filter.

5/25/2006 9:55 AM  
Blogger DebbieDoesLife said...

Stop lording your 2" over me!!

Hey, I thought Target was my boyfriend.

I get bored so easily. Totally understood you on that comment.

5/25/2006 10:20 AM  
Blogger Tink said...

"I wish people I love and that are close to me wouldn't be critical of their weight, because this makes me question my relatively relaxed feeling about my own body."

Isn't that the truth? I used to be so confident about my body. "Who cares? I'm healthy. I'm me." But now... Hoop, my Mom, my coworkers, the chicks on TV. They're all so worried about their weight. It's like a contagious disease that makes us all WANT to waste away.

"I dance dirty. As if I'm on MTV's The Grind. It's the only way I know how." LOL. Me too! My friends used to tell me I had the soul of a black girl. I just thought I had the butt of one. ;)

5/25/2006 11:00 AM  
Blogger Mignon said...

I think I have the soul of a tall person, trapped in a booty-shaken short white woman's body.

Tink, I get the 'I'm not thin enough' from every direction. Husband, brother, SIL, mom, everywhere. It's raining "I'm not thin" when it should be raining men.

Chocolate Crinkles are no big secret. I think the recipe is Betty Crocker - it's all in the quality of chocolate used.

Mrs. H, I tried the paper towel trick once and my coffee tasted like soapy paper. The taste memory is still making me gag.

Debbie, I'm not sure why I always want to be taller, because I always think women that are shorter than I am are adorable. Oh wait - I remember. I play sports.

5/25/2006 11:08 AM  
Anonymous stella said...

muy beuno amiga!!

so proud. so proud.

so all this talk about 'great montana'...are you trying to take me down with you???

wtf? you should just move to SLC. :-) i'm sure they have good fertile land for mutant pumpkin growing and lots of places to park that ol' BAJA!

ps. my password code word thing was:


Like 'wares ze beif'. something about 'beef' and me today. i can't explain.

isn't there a hughes movie where someone is quoted saying something about the hot juicy beef injection? was that weird science?

okay. back to you bob.

5/25/2006 11:10 AM  
Blogger mama_tulip said...

I think it's so cool that you dance dirty.

5/25/2006 12:40 PM  
Blogger wordgirl said...

I found Target first, you guys! I hate to start a reputation as a homewrecker, but I'll take him away from you if I have to.

Yeah...blinking and getting older. It's a bitch.

5/25/2006 1:52 PM  
Blogger Mignon said...

Stella, BFF, I love Missoula, but Portland will always be my first. And besides, you said Portland was out, so I quit trying to tell you it was da bomb. Now I'm giving you what I think is second best, which is Mizzoo.

What's all this talk y'all about Target cheating on me? I'm not buying it. When he's whispering sweet nothings in my ear about cute spatulas and bocci ball/croquet sets I know his words were meant for me and me alone.
But all pseudo-funny-ness aside, I realized the other day that I can tell you exactly where everything is in Target, to the exact location in each aisle. I know Target better than I know my own house. It took me several hours to find the Pamprin the other day (in my overnight bag), where it would take me less than a minute to get there in Target.

5/25/2006 2:39 PM  
Blogger Dawn said...

I'm with you on the crying when I'm mad. Then people confuse it and then you get more pissed.

Plus, you know what? I find we are coming to an "age" where we all seem to be naturally questioning what we chose and where we're going. I think it's about becoming a grown up...

5/25/2006 6:38 PM  
Anonymous LetterB said...

Great meme! You always surprise me.

This is a little strange but I dance dirtiest when I'm on the floor with my sister. We channel our younger selves from back when we were going to Chicago house parties. Possibly the reason we're not getting invited to family weddings anymore. That and we tend to make a big dent in the open bar tab.

5/25/2006 7:01 PM  
Blogger Mitch said...

It's raining "I'm not thin" when it should be raining men.
Thanks for that, really - you'll be getting a rant from me tomorrow about how I couldn't sleep all night because "It's Raining Men" was stuck in my head.

I'm happy with my height, but I wish more men were taller because I like to come up to about the shoulder of a guy - dunno.

I'm totally with ya on the "I wish." Yeah, I could stand to lose a few, but when I'm content with my image, I don't want to listen to people who are discontent - especially discontent people who are thinner than me - they need shot.

Sorry I made you cry, but glad I earned a mention - now I feel one step closer to a sidelink. *g*

I hate exageratedly happy people. Especially in the morning. Times 18 if I haven't had enough coffee yet. They need to be marooned on an island somewhere where we don't have to put up with their exuberance...or at least dress them in animal costumes and make them work at theme parks.

I also confuse boredom with hunger, or try to treat boredom with hunger - neither abates the hunger.

Very interesting meme - your answers have a self-aware-brink-of-nirvana feel almost.

5/25/2006 7:29 PM  
Blogger Mignon said...

Mitch, if I've somehow given you the impression that I am self-aware or on the brink of nirvana then HA HA HA, gotcha! I'm just as muddled and pathetic as the next gal. But at least I'm good at pretending otherwise.

Dawn, you're right. I sometimes wish I had questioned more as a 20-something, thus making better decisions, but there are trade-offs for the pleasure of living in the moment.

LB, you may not be invited to weddings, but I know a couple bars in Lolo that would love to have a couple drunk sisters dirty dancing each other. You could probably make 5 or 10 dollars a night, just in tips!

5/25/2006 8:51 PM  
Anonymous lildb said...

awesomely delicious, that meme response.

good god. you better enter that effing writing contest, man. 'cause if you don't I'm coming around to take away your computer until you promise to use it for the good of all people who read the funny, and write the longest, funniest book ever.

you heard me.

p.s. don't you *totally* miss New Seasons? My SUPA-fav is the new one at 7 corn - gasp - you moved before it was built, didn't you. or maybe it was *being* built. how sad for you.

ennnnyway, there's a new one at 7 corners, on 21st, and yes, all the People's Co-op-ers are all freaked out about all the extra traffic in the area and oh, shit, it's hilarious. nothing cracks me up more than the sight of some crunchy person stressed out because you're driving, ack, a *car*, near them. hee!

(I've lived here a looooong time. maybe too long?)

5/25/2006 9:30 PM  
Anonymous V-Grrrl said...

Target is my boyfriend too. Practical and stylish. I miss Target so much.

And the whole happy thing--I'm witcha ya on that. ditto the hunger and boredom confusion.

5/26/2006 6:50 AM  
Anonymous DD said...

I reall miss PDX so much too. I'm glad we kept the agonizing rental house there, because it will help to pull us back eventually.

Portland was even better when we were both there!

I hear... people typing on keyboards

I need... to go home, it's 4:40 PM on a Friday afternoon (a Friday in-between Thursday's holiday and a weekend, no-less.


5/26/2006 7:44 AM  
Anonymous tif said...

I do hate to be a huge wet blanket; however not enough to not comment. Why don't you shop locally? Find the little mom or pop or gal or guy who wants to make a difference in her community. Target is not much better than Walmart--even though the shoppers look better and the Cheap Plastic Crap has designer merchandising.

Give it a thought next time when you pass through those big red doors how you're helping your village or helping the big boys who live out of state or out of the country.

In fact, why do you have to be the best consumer on your block?

5/26/2006 8:47 AM  
Blogger Orange said...

Yo, I borrowed this meme from you.

Wal-Mart sucks. Kmart sucks. Target rocks.

5/27/2006 10:41 AM  
Blogger Mignon said...

Tif, lest you think I'm red, red wine, I admit to one transgression and one only. Target. I'm all over buy blue, and excepting Target, I really ONLY shop local. But thank you for the reality bite. I appreciate it, and I applaud any effort to spread the word about buyblue.

5/27/2006 2:50 PM  
Anonymous Nancy said...

Oh, I'm the same about crying when I'm mad or frustrated, as my last post showed. Drives me nutso.

This one: "I wonder if I want to move because I'm bored with the life I've created for myself." .... hmmmm. That resonated with me. I will have to think about that with respect to my own life. Hmmmm.

5/27/2006 6:50 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Insta-solution for feeling guilty about saying "should"

I replace should with could. It takes all the guilt out of whatever I "shoulding" at the time and focuses me on the fact that I chose or choose at the time to take or not take said shoulded action.

From Mr. Big.

5/30/2006 5:28 PM  

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