Fiddledeedee

Amy from Laughing Through The Tears tagged me for this meme. When I mentioned that I was writing 6 weird things about myself, my husband said, “how are you going to narrow that down?” He’s a laugh a minute, folks. I realize that by divulging these weird things about myself, I risk losing readers. But I’m on a first name basis with risk.

The Rules:
Each player of this game starts with the “6 weird things about you”. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says “you are tagged” in their comments and tell them to read your blog.

1. I was named after a stripper. That’s right. A stripper. My given name is DeeDee. My parents weren’t expecting me to be a girl. They had boy names picked out, but no girl name. So, while recovering relaxing in her hospital bed after giving birth to me, my mother was reading the day’s copy of the Fort Worth Star Telegram. She read a story about a stripper named “DeeDee” that had been arrested the night before. She thought “well that’s a cute name,” so DeeDee it was. It’s not like the stripper was a friend of the family or anything.

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Yesterday, Emme came in and witnessed me preparing for dinner. I was cleaning the kitchen table with a spray cleaner. We had the following conversation:

Emme: (enthusiastically) “Mom, who’s coming over for dinner?”

Me: “No one. It’s just us. Why?”

Emme: “But you’re using the 409.”

My housekeeping abilities may have slipped at bit, you know, since my pregnancy and the subsequent birth of my son. But since he’s about to turn 2, that tired excuse really doesn’t fly around here anymore. Not even with me.

I have many New Year’s resolutions that I’m preparing to put into action on January 1st. One such intention is to set my house in order. I’m giving the spiders and dust bunnies an eviction notice. My house is divided into cleaning zones, thanks to the brilliance of the Flylady. But instead of merely acknowledging the weekly zone, I’m going to actually spend time cleaning in it.

There, now it’s in print. Feel free to hold me accountable.

Stay tuned. I’m feeling emboldened. I’ll be covering more resolutions in the next coming days. Right now, I’m going to introduce the toilet bowl brush to the toilet bowl. And I’m not even expecting my mother-in-law.

On Christmas Eve, I decided to go to Wal•Mart because (A) I’m insane, (B) It happened to fall upon the day that I usually do my grocery shopping, or (C) All of the above. If you chose (C), you are correct. And just for sport, I took the whole family. My husband thought it would be easier for him, than being trapped at home with all 3 children. He would be wrong.

We parted ways at the entrance. He had Jensen in the stroller, and the two Daddy’s girls stuck to him like glue. I had my carefully chosen shopping cart, my computer printed shopping list (arranged by aisle), and a fierce determination to make it out of the store while still in a holiday spirit.

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“Behold, a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel.”

Isaiah 7:14

“Behold, a son wearing his trusty Blues Clues Blanket, shall get into the shot.”

Merry Christmas and God Bless you! Fiddledeedee

(Stop by Iris’ at Sting My Heart to see more nativity scenes)

I was tagged by Deidre at Raising Future Esthers to do this meme. This was the first time I’ve ever been “tagged.” I’m like the new dorky kid on the playground that gets way too excited to finally be “it”.

A - Available: Nope, happily married for 9 years.

B - Best friend: I have 3. My best “guy” friend is my husband. He was my best “guy” friend before we started dating. My best friend here, is my sister-in-law, Trish. I’d be lost without her. My best friend for over 20 years, my Kathy W.

C - Cake or pie: Cake. German Chocolate. And I don’t even feed a fork.

D - Drink of choice: Almost anything containing caffeine. Except canned sodas. I know, I know, I hear the hissing from all of you Diet Coke drinkers. Don’t be sending me any hateful comments.

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