2 posts tagged “tagged”

By Purplesque via - well, others.  Go read her post here. 

I had a long post, based on Today is a good day to die (qapla!)  Yes, I know.  It is a stolen phrase and it has 7 words (8 if you count Qapla!). 

And it's not that I want to die - far from it.  Lotsa life left in me yet! 

I just think we fear death too much now.  Shit, I DO NOT WANT to be 85, incontinent, incapable and kept alive by machines because it can be done.  I want to die with dignity.  And to me, that is what Today is a good day to die is about.  Being willing to give up life.  To know death has a place in living - there can be no living without dying.

But shit - that's not really a life memoir, is it - more a way of living, an attitude to how to conduct one's life.

Then it hit me.

I have never followed the rules.

Six words, and so, so true.

5 Things You Didn't Know About Me:

Thing Number One:  I only have four of my own teeth left.  I am a little bit dentaphobic - just enough that I only go to the dentists when I am in pain.  The very unfortunate thing about gum disease is THERE IS NO PAIN!  I had undiagnosed gum disease (gingivitis) for 20 years.  It can be dealt with in its early stages, by better dental hygiene and a course of antibiotics, but once past a certain stage - well, you will not only lose all your teeth eventually, but you also cannot have crowns - the same thing will happen to them.  It affects the bone in your jaws, so in the end false teeth are the answer.

So I don't think I could ever be unfaithful.  I would just have to explain to some other guy about my teeth and, if it were not going to be a "relationship" I don’t think I could be bothered!

It's a drastic way to ensure fidelity, though!

And, please, might I suggest that if your gums start bleeding you go to a dental hygienist and get them checked out.  I had this whole no teeth rant at LittleMissT, and scared her into going - lucky for her too, as gingivitis was diagnosed, cured and preventative measures explained.  If only I had been so lucky!

Thing Number Two:  I weigh more than I am prepared to tell you.  But I have joined Vox Dieters Group and will list my losses on a weekly basis.  So you will be able to work it out!

OK - as Sujatin has come clean, I too will fess up to a weight of 196lb of excess poundage.  Well, I am just gonna have to knock The Lager Drink, The Single Malt Drink and the Excessive Snacking on the head, now, and get some of this weight off.  Check the Vox Dieters Group if you are interested in how I am doing.

Thing Number Three:  I once smoked a joint with Jerry Garcia, though I didn't know who he was until a few years later. 

I was going out with LittleDave, and he was doing temp work for some agency, and got to help unload the Grateful Dead's vans and help move their shit around.  There was a huge amount of stuff; it took two days to unload, a day to set up and another day to be sure it all worked OK.  On the setting up day, LittleDave managed to get me a backstage pass (though I hadn't asked!) so I thought, well, what are the chances of getting backstage at a big gig again and went. 

LittleDave had warned me not to drink anything I hadn't opened myself.  So I was just sitting, watching the stagehands and gaffers and who the fuck knows doing their shit on stage, when a guy comes and sits next to me.  Who you with he asked, and when I said LittleDave he remarked on how hard LittleDave was working, and was I his girlfriend - just chatting.  Then he pulls out a cigar shaped joint, though smaller, and we share.  I am floating at this point - although a toker for a few years at this point, I am suspecting this of being home-grown American shit, and it was strong. 

Then Jerry pressed a small baggie in my hand.  For later he said, after the show.  Well, I did not tell him I was not even gonna see the show, and I sure didn't turn down the baggie!

Pen, who I met a few years later, was a real DeadHead, and only just managed to forgive me for not knowing who he was.  I had no idea at all.  Maybe that was refreshing for him.  Who knows. 

He was polite, smelled nice and was friendly to a slightly lost person - not very rock star. 

LittleDave also set up for Holiday on Ice - Swan Lake and a gymnastics display by the Russian Gymnastic Team, so I got tickets to those too.  But meeting Jerry Garcia was better.

Thing Number Four:  There has been some interest in why I call myself Bookmole.  I explained that in this post, but Husband may have been thinking of this story when he named me.

When I was 9, I was locked in a library.  I had been reading a book, about a war dog called Bran who fought in the Roman army of occupation and who wore a spiked collar.  That is the sum of my memory of the book.  I was, oh, about two thirds of the way through when I looked up from where I was sitting and noticed the librarian lady locking the main door.  But I was always quiet when reading, and she had obviously forgotten about me.  Because when I had finished Bran's story and went to get my books stamped, there was no one there.

No one in the children's' library section, no one in the adult section.  No one even in the back section, where I had never been before.  No one in the toilet.  No one in the office.

There was a telephone.  But you have to remember, I was 9.  That makes it 1963.  My family did not have a phone, no one I knew had a phone.  At this point in my life, I had never even seen a television; and I suspect the only films I had been to see where Disney cartoons!

So I settled down, thinking how much trouble I was going to be in when I got home, and started, yes, reading a book! 

Fortunately, the cleaning lady came about half an hour later, and let me out.  My Mum was livid, and it was only the fact my books weren't stamped (well, I wasn't going home without them!) that got me out of serious trouble.

Thing Number 5:  When I was 26 I started living with The Horror.  When I was 27, I knew I had to dump The Horror, but all his friends dumped him too.  So, as I had just taken out a lease on part of a house with him, I thought Oh well, just make the most of it.  The sex was good, he wasn't a wife beater or nothing, just the sort of person who copied.  You had something he liked, he would buy it immediately.  Start watching a programme or reading a book, he would do it to.  Endearing?  I thought so to begin with, then realised it was draining.

So, in the last year of our relationship, I developed a fantasy life second to none.  Blake's 7 were into their third series, and I spent much of that year being on The Liberator, fighting for freedom from The Federation and generally lusting after Avon.  Well, it was better than my real life was.

I think it was this that impelled me to finally make the break.  With four months of the lease to run, Horror and I had a blazing argument and I told him to piss off, it was over, I had just had enough.  While at work, I decided - well, I have said it now.  I could go, yea, sorry mate, kiss kiss make up - but in four months time I am just gonna have to say it again.  Why not get it over and done with now, and then just put up with four months of sharing a house with a nerd.

So I did.  He took it well, considering.

And I have never had such a fulfilling, marvellous, almost compelling better than real life fantasy life again.
Sometimes I miss it.

And everyone else manages to write their five things in five sentences!

So now I am going to have to think who I am going to tag.

I tag: 

BadMojo - cos I need to know more about a girl who helps her team to victory by watching the game in her underwear and team top

EvilWombatQueen - cos a Goth Aussie must have some dark secrets...

Red Pen - cos she understands how living with teenage sons just does your head in

Maleghast  - cos he seems to have dropped of the face of the earth since Christmas, and finally

Spike - just because!

and here's a sixth thing, just for the hell of it - I posted this, in draft, 8 times before I could get it to look right.  And I do not consider myself a perfectionist, no sir.

Does anyone understand the Vox text system - I tend to do big posts in Word.  I have worked out not to use paragraph breaks, just manual line breaks but why o why does Vox just resize script how it feels like it!?  Drives me batty!