Year in Review, a Meme
"Project Runway" is on hiatus until after the new year so there's no recap today. I'm sorry, JP. I know how you live for PR.
The Spouse had a link to a meme-y thing wherein you take the first sentence from the first blog post of each month and it gives you a tidy little recap of your year. His was spot on. Mine not so much. In fact, to make it anything close to meaningful I had to copy the entire first paragraph of each post because I apparently have a gift for, as they say in the journalism biz, "burying the lead". Oh well.
Here is my year in review for 2007
January
I promised my Poodle a latke and caviar. Yum.
February
The blechiness is wiping me out but there's an up-side. It has morphed from mere scratchy throat to a husky voiced, Kathleen Turner sort of thing. I'm walking around saying, "You aren't too smart. I like that in a man". It sounds cool.
March
To the north and south there is lots of snow and ice. Right here, in the little pocket of urban bliss that is Seattle, there is bright spring-like sun, fluffy white clouds in the brilliant blue sky and the sound of crocuses popping from the ground. Decidedly lamb-like for my neck of the woods but far more liony for the rest of the region. Should make the 31st very interesting.
April
I'm done blogging. It's stupid plus I haven't encountered a single person who is remotely interesting.
May
There are 3 days in the year when it is very easy to get The Child out of bed: Christmas, her birthday and May Day. This morning, at 6:45 (15 minutes earlier than her usual wake-up time), with nothing more than a "Time to get up, dolly", she was up and dressed and ready to deliver May baskets.
June
It's Friday and that means I'm starting to think about what I'm going to play at The Club this weekend. Which gets me thinking about music in general, how we all have songs that are part of our own personal soundtrack and take us right back to a specific time in our lives.
July
Oh man. I have met John Iwanski.
August
Is it just me or does summer feel like it's spilling away?
September
See that? It's a lunchbox. It is packed with nutritious food. The Child made it herself. After she did the dinner dishes. I call that a right good start.
(I actually skipped the first three entries because they were just comments on what had been an all-Travis-all-the-time weekend).
October
I need bacon. Specifically, I need bacon fat. Oh, yes I do. Because I have 4 tomatoes in my garden that are never going to ripen and they need to be fried.
November
Pumpkins were carved and lit, warding off evil spirits. Beef stroganoff simmered. The Dog got into his role as Hound of the Baskervilles (the Long Island Baskervilles). Little children came to the door. One 2 year old, in a dragon suit was very enamored of the hound barking fiercely behind the window. Unafraid, the little chap walked right up, oogled the doggie and crooned to him, then bent and kissed the window. I gave him extra candy.
December
God baked a cake last night. But then She felt lazy so instead of bothering with 7 minute icing, She just dusted it with confectioners sugar.
This rarely touches on any of the highlights or lowlights of the year (except for July's entry. That was a highlight). But I suspect there will be at least one more day this month when I'll be in need of reflection so a more proper review is always an option.
The Spouse had a link to a meme-y thing wherein you take the first sentence from the first blog post of each month and it gives you a tidy little recap of your year. His was spot on. Mine not so much. In fact, to make it anything close to meaningful I had to copy the entire first paragraph of each post because I apparently have a gift for, as they say in the journalism biz, "burying the lead". Oh well.
Here is my year in review for 2007
January
I promised my Poodle a latke and caviar. Yum.
February
The blechiness is wiping me out but there's an up-side. It has morphed from mere scratchy throat to a husky voiced, Kathleen Turner sort of thing. I'm walking around saying, "You aren't too smart. I like that in a man". It sounds cool.
March
To the north and south there is lots of snow and ice. Right here, in the little pocket of urban bliss that is Seattle, there is bright spring-like sun, fluffy white clouds in the brilliant blue sky and the sound of crocuses popping from the ground. Decidedly lamb-like for my neck of the woods but far more liony for the rest of the region. Should make the 31st very interesting.
April
I'm done blogging. It's stupid plus I haven't encountered a single person who is remotely interesting.
May
There are 3 days in the year when it is very easy to get The Child out of bed: Christmas, her birthday and May Day. This morning, at 6:45 (15 minutes earlier than her usual wake-up time), with nothing more than a "Time to get up, dolly", she was up and dressed and ready to deliver May baskets.
June
It's Friday and that means I'm starting to think about what I'm going to play at The Club this weekend. Which gets me thinking about music in general, how we all have songs that are part of our own personal soundtrack and take us right back to a specific time in our lives.
July
Oh man. I have met John Iwanski.
August
Is it just me or does summer feel like it's spilling away?
September
See that? It's a lunchbox. It is packed with nutritious food. The Child made it herself. After she did the dinner dishes. I call that a right good start.
(I actually skipped the first three entries because they were just comments on what had been an all-Travis-all-the-time weekend).
October
I need bacon. Specifically, I need bacon fat. Oh, yes I do. Because I have 4 tomatoes in my garden that are never going to ripen and they need to be fried.
November
Pumpkins were carved and lit, warding off evil spirits. Beef stroganoff simmered. The Dog got into his role as Hound of the Baskervilles (the Long Island Baskervilles). Little children came to the door. One 2 year old, in a dragon suit was very enamored of the hound barking fiercely behind the window. Unafraid, the little chap walked right up, oogled the doggie and crooned to him, then bent and kissed the window. I gave him extra candy.
December
God baked a cake last night. But then She felt lazy so instead of bothering with 7 minute icing, She just dusted it with confectioners sugar.
This rarely touches on any of the highlights or lowlights of the year (except for July's entry. That was a highlight). But I suspect there will be at least one more day this month when I'll be in need of reflection so a more proper review is always an option.
Labels: bloggy quizzes and memes
cobbled together by Moi at 9:36 AM
19 Comments:
NO PROJECT RUNWAY?
I'm done with this world.
I must copy this meme. Visit me soon.
Come in from the balcony, JP. I have beer.
'K, Anne.
Okay, I might actually have to snag this meme. Hmmmm...
I loved when you sounded like Kathleen Turner by the way.
It's quite snaggable, she said in her huskiest voice.
Well this sounds like a fun idea Kathleen!..er lorraine...sorry,..I went someplace.
Saddly that was my least commented blog post ever.
I understand, Sling. Go ahead. Take a moment to collect yourself. Then meme it, since you're obviously not at work today.
Bloggers are a cruel race, honey. Everyone, go over to The Spouse's blog and leave a comment for crying out loud.
Ok Lorraine Kathleen...I think you were ill in April because I am personally fascinating.
An entertaining meme...but as I don't blog anything like regularly, probably not as effective in my case as in yours! (Plus, yes, I'm on Demon Central, a.k.a. MySpace, which I guess doesn't count anyway...)
Kathleen Turner voice when ill, eh? I'm lucky if I achieve Tallulah Bankhead. ***sigh***
Mama Ro, 'course you are. That was the lead to my April Fool's post. Just fooling around...my blog buddies are endlessly fascinating.
No, Syd, Myspace doesn't count. And I say that as someone who has a Myspace account. Wanna be my friend?
This is a meme I could live with. Hilarious. Perhaps on Saturday, which will likely be the last blog entry of the year, what with travel to a strange city and all ...
Except that I just tried it, and I bounce between politics, pop culture and personal stuff so much that it wouldn't quite come together. Oh well. Loved yours, tho'.
Hell, yes, Lorraine! I've tried doing a search for you but am coming up with nuthin', so can you send me a request? I'll send you the screen name....
Syd
Go to my blog, there is a link to my Myspace and Lorraine is one of my friends.
Thanks, Eric! And...request sent!
Red, your analysis suggests you see coherence in my listing. Are you on drugs today?
Syd: I'm glad you made the move because I was sitting there in Myspace desperately trying to figure out how to invite you. I tell you, that whole thing is way too complicated for me.
Well I would hope Eric has you listed as a friend! After all who wouldn't want a husky-voiced wench for a friend - even if the nose may be a bit red from sneezing.
Going to have to try this meme for the end of the year - damn another tradition. Did you keep the promise to the poodle?
Ain't it the truth, Willym.
I will look forward to your memer...it's going to be all "I suppose I should be over it by now but I still weep every time we go to La Scala" and "I found the loveliest oranges in the market today" and in just 12 short entries we can all relive why we adore you and kinda want to hate you a little because we're so jealous but don't because we love you more.
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