Friday, May 18, 2007

Me and My Random Self

edited to add: I feel weird having revealed the melanoma thing here. I am touched that so many of you think I am so tough or strong. I wish i could say i was, but i cried a lot, was angry, and was just plain scared. My case was not a terrible one, but I was very young and had a newborn. No chemo, just surgery. But the worst part was the fear. The knowing that this thing could kill me if it took a firmer hold. The knowing that even after the treatment it could come back, touch me again. Yes, it was the fear that was the worst. But, as cliche as it sounds, my daughter got me through it all. She was only a few months old and my first child. I knew my life COULD NOT end like this at age 26. I wouldn't let it. So I did the surgery, recovered, and now live under constant cover from the sun as do my youngsters. I not very moley (is that a word?) which is good, so the future looks bright. Thanks for all the kind words. It means a lot. Really.

So being a total newbie at this whole blog thing, I was totally confounded by the meme and tagging. Lame, I know. But i was also shy of asking. I am so very, very demure. (This is where, if you knew me better, you might gag). Anyway. . . Slouching Mom was tagged for the Eight Random Facts meme. Here are the parameters:

A. Each player starts with eight random facts/habits about themselves.
B. People who are tagged need to write posts in their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.
C. At the end of your blog, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.


Now since it is painfully clear that I have little inspiration and not a lot of exciting stuff going on in my life I thought I would give it a shot, as suggested my Slouching Mom.

1. I once had malignant melanoma. I am fine, really. But it is one of those things that weirds people out. They either freak out and ask if I almost died or something, or just shrug it off like it wasn't a major experience in my life. It was.

2. I have thing for Lawrence Welk. Well, not the man specifically, that's creepy. But the show. It reminds me of both of my grandmas and of lazy Saturday evenings at home when I was a kid. I rarely watch it these days, but now and then it is on PBS and I get that old feeling again.

3. I'm a runner. Not a good one, but a decent one. I can run up to 20 miles a week (not every week, but some), and I was getting up to 10 miles on my weekend runs with a friend last summer. I even run in the middle of winter. In Western, NY that is COLD! Now if you are a much better runner don't tell me. I deflate easily.

4. I love scary movies. I mean LOVE them. Not the gross slasher ones, but good, creepy ghost stories. I get all spooked out, and get the willies walking around my old house. I love it. I am weirdo.

5. I am a thrift store junkie. I try and buy as many used things as possible whenever possible. Thrift stores, garage sales, rummage sales, etc. are all the greatest places to me. I love a bargain, and love to recycle. Saves me tons of money.

6. I used to be an archaeologist.

7. I am addicted to candy. I try and stay away from it, but it is near impossible for me. Anything with a even a lace of sugar is yummy to me.

8. I still sleep with my childhood stuffed animal. It is a green and pink stuffed octopus named Scooby. My husband of almost 10 years has learned to except the gross old mollusk in our bed.

So there you have it! If you want to do this meme, too , please do. I don't feel quite intimate enough yet to tag anyone personally. Anyone willing to take me out for dinner and a movie?


11 comments:

slouching mom said...

Wow. Malignant melanoma. That is just...not very survivable. You must be made of some very strong stuff, sister.

And two parts of this post resonated with me (i.e., reminded me of me -- cuz it's all about me, didn't you know?):

I deflate easily.

Yep.

And that you like scary (but not gruesome) movies. Me too. Only I watch them through my fingers. And I ask my hubs to tell me when the terrifying parts are over so that I can put my hand down.

NotSoSage said...

Lawrence Welk: I don't have a TV, but it would remind me of my grandmothers, too. Sigh. Just reading this has.

Scooby. Heh.

About #1: I think it's so hard for people to figure out what to say, isn't it? We have no code in our society for this kind of thing. Everyone wants to have their experience acknowledged in a different way and I think, often, people just end up doing what *they* would want someone to do without thinking about what that individual might want. It's too bad that words are insufficient.

Beck said...

I share a luv of Lawrence Welk with you. That and a mug of hot ovaltine and a warm afghan and I'd be in cossetted, regressing heaven.
Also, candy. I love candy.

thailandchani said...

Hi Christine.. first visit here. :)

Used to be an archeologist... oh, yeah.. if you were local to me, I'd definitely take you out for a lunch... just to hear about that!

"I deflate easily". Intimately familiar with that one. :)


Peace,

~Chani

jen said...

i'll buy the popcorn.

never worry, friend. you've stumbled onto a magical community. it's a walk in the park from here.

Christine said...

Slouching mom--Thanks for the compliment. But i am not really made of very strong stuff at all. I just had a determination to be ok. And i was.

Sage--You are so right. It is very tough for people to know the right thing to say. I respect everyone's responses, but sometime it is hard not to feel a little feeling inside wishing they had just said one thing differently. But that is me, not them. I realize that everyone is just trying to be kind and interested in their own way.

Chani--Being an archaeologist was an interesting part of my life, but very over. In many ways right to the melanoma thing. I'd definitely take you up on the lunch offer if i could! LOL

flutter said...

Another Christine! I am Christine, as well. Thank you so much for fluttering over my way. It is a pleasure to meet you.

To know you have survived such a scary and intense illness makes me know that you are a strong and brilliant spirit. I look forward to spending time here.

Darlene said...

Wow. It's my first time at your blog, and I read this post. I can't imagine going through that with young children to care for. You are strong. I'm glad it's past.

And you were and archeologist? that's too cool.

Julie Pippert said...

How can you "used to be an archaeologist?" Isn't that a vocation? ;) Maybe you are a non-practicing archaeologist. I have been a "non-practicing cultural geographer" for a very long time. ;)

I am impressed you run other than from danger. 10 miles bypasses my "get there under my own steam" boundary so I think you ROCK!

My mother went through a melanoma experience. It is a rude wake-up. I am sorry you had to go through that.

Have you seen that TV show Mom Ghost Hunters or something? If not, you should. I think they are kindred spirits. :)

My world is stocked with anchor pieces...along the lines of your Scooby (which is wonderfully real of you, it feels like, esp. after the "likes scary shows" bit. Isn't that one of the sacriest kid shows from ages ago---not counting now, when I find all the kdis shows scary LOL).

Christine said...

Julie--Well, i guess i think of myself as an archaeologist in the past tense because i don't ever think I'll go back to it. But, it does get under your skin and in your blood! A pile of dirt and a bunch of broken pottery will always feel a little like "home!"

Jenifer said...

Thanks for coming by my place, finally had a chance to visit you!

What interesting stuff here. You must be strong since you have touched on some deep stuff here.

Mmmn candy. My secret love of Bottle Caps is bordering on severe.