Twas Brillig

I have a meme law. The law is that I just don’t do them. I appreciate tags because I appreciate that my fellow bloggers are thinking of me. But I think that people get very tired of reading memes, memes, and only memes. Also, meme’s kinda suck the creativity from the process. Oh, don’t get me wrong— I LOVE to talk about myself. But… well… I think you know what I’m trying to say here.
That said, I’m desperate today. I’ve had a blogroll crash. As in, all of my bookmarks vanished. This is not the end of the world— I’m not quite that pathetic. But it does mean that through my week of re-post-a-palooza, I didn’t actually catch up on my blog-reading. Instead, I… uh… fell way behind. So instead of subjecting you to more reposts, I will instead subject you to a meme.

This meme comes courtesy of Anne at Not Entirely British. As I read through Anne’s version of the meme, I was struck by the bizarre things we have in common. Seriously… Except that she’s a thousand times cooler and more accomplished than I.

Okay, so. I’m supposed to tell you seven random facts about me. The problem is, I think I’ve already told you everything, random or otherwise, that there IS to know about me. Luckily for me, though, most of you haven’t read my ridiculously long and boring (and buried behind tabs) “about me”. So… consider this the “cliff’s notes” version of Basically Brillig.

1. I’m a vegetarian… who owns and wears a lot of leather. Iit’s just one of the many things that makes me a walking contradiction. You’ll get used to it…)

2. In six and a half years of marriage, I’d been pregnant 7 times. No wonder I feel so frickin’ worn out.

3. I’m resistant to pain medication. For instance, when I had my wisdom teeth removed, the dentist gave me the maximum legal dose of anaesthesia. I could still feel it. That was fun…

4. In part because of #3, but also because I wanted the “full experience” I chose to have all four of my babies naturally. Three of them were 9-pounders. One was posterior. With one I was pre-eclamptic and had the highest possible dose of pitocin flowing through my veins. Basically, I know a thing or two about pain. But I wouldn’t trade any one of those experiences for the world. They were the most powerful, painful, exhilarating, exciting, empowering, and love-filled moments of my mortal existence.

5. I dropped out of high school 3/4 of the way through my Senior year. I was then thrown out of not one, but TWO universities.

6. I spent 18 months as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in Buenos Aires, Argentina. That totally rocked.

7. At this time of year, I turn into a vampire.  My skin is so pale— if you walk down the make-up aisle of the grocery store, you’ll see the foundation organized from lightest skin to darkest.  I wear the very lightest shade possible.  Then move to the hair dye aisle and find the darkest shade— that’s my hair color.    See?  Vampire.  No wonder I prefer Edward to Jacob.  (Dude, seriously?  How do I know so many people who preferred Jacob?  Ummmm…. no.  Edward all the way.)

(I’m now going to spend the next couple of days trying to piece my blogroll back together. Sigh.)