Because of Blogging

Niceheart tagged me with this one. She asked me about the five things that happened to me because of blogging:

1. I've learned to play tag. I find myself enjoying it. I've done at least three, I think. Maybe more. I never joined this game in real life when I was in grade school. I have a natural aversion to being chase, and then infected, and must then spread that infection. It also involves running. It's why I do not play tennis. It demands that I run and chase a ball. I'll run, fine! But don't make me chase a ball and run at the same time. There's just something inherently wrong with that. My husband is really great at it though. Oh crap! I must now apologize to my mother for wasting her money on tennis lessons which I've never learned.

2. List.
I'm a compulsive list-maker, but have no staying power. With blogging, I've learned to list and keep at it. That's how I found out that in my slow year, I still read and finished 63 books. That's some addiction eh?

3. E-friends
I've virtually met a few e-friends. Sometimes they're the best kind because they can lend you their ears and sympathy, and more often, that's all that's needed to get us on our way. I don't have to dress up and put on make-up to come and chat. I mean, lets face it. A mother of five, and breastfeeding a baby with a home business to boot...I got plenty on my plate. My e-friend still talks with me even as I smell of dried up milk and have yet to expend extra energy to make it to shower.

4. Expressions
I can rant and whine and then feel better. Blogging for me is very much like picking up that Karaoke microphone and singing in front of the party. I wouldn't do it at all, except that no one have to look at my face as I blush my way to too-much-information after another. It's cathartic. I believe I am a better Mom for expressing myself, but not in anger, and not at my loved ones. I can brag about my kids through pictures. I can do it anytime I want.

5. Multi-tasking. Ambidexterity.
I've honed my special talents. Really. Have you look at my 2006 list? I've managed to do all that, grow 5 kids, make a meal here and there, keep a relatively neat house, especially my floors. I just cannot walk in my socks on a dirty floor. It will be like breathing through my mouth in autopsy class. No. Way! And let all that rotting flesh smell go through my body unfiltered? Not that dirty floors are ever as bad as rotting flesh smell (cadaverene and putrescine). I'm just saying that for me...blech. Evidence showed (though heresy) that I've always have this tendency. Now, the question is, with that many ball in the air, which one dropped?

Now, that is the question that's hanging in the air like a dead skunk. I'd tag somebody, but I cannot think right now. Give me a break, it's two AM and I have 4 days to mail out my W2s and 1099s.

How Juicy Do You Want It?

Ghee tagged me with My Five “Juicy” secrets. It's a whooper of a tag. This is the 'I'm-going-to-get-naked-tag' without taking any clothes off.

This is a tough tag. I have secrets, but I don't think they're that juicy. Let me tell you my secrets.

1. Lazy Bladder
It's not a medical term. I have weak bladder muscles which gives me lots of problems growing up. It's my major reason to be glad for my mother's uber-protectiveness. Sleep-over? Seriously! When image is everything, I am saddled with this. It's a family secret. It's my secret which I was convinced this would kill me if anyone knew. Yep, I am a bed wetter growing up. It mortified me then, and it still does today. I could have an operation, but the risk is not worth it. I do like living. I don't like the odds of operating which wouldn't guarantee to fix my problem anyway. I was probably the only bedwetting cheerleader huh?

2. Someone
told my husband, of course he wasn't my husband yet at that time. On the day of the wedding, some took DH aside and informed him of my little secret. I mean, how sexy can a conversation be involving bedwetting? It's not like Sex and the City where peeing on someone is a thrill. I was an innocent! Geesh. Everyone who knew about it knew how I am so worried about it. I had decided to not drink any liquid at all past 3 PM ever. It works for those times when I have to be somewhere else. So, this someone told my DH (darling husband)-to-be to make sure he never ever jest or do anything to hurt or mortify me when it happens. It didn't happen for a long while. When it did, I wasn't embarrassed. But only because DH was/is great. He's the best! So, almost 16 years later, I am still wondering who that person is. My husband's not telling. I think it's my Lil Bro#1, but he's not telling either. This thought drives me nuts about once a year.

3. Grudges
I try not to hold grudges. I don't believe in "Forgive and Forget" either. Forgiving, yes! Forgetting? Are you nuts? What for? So the b*stard can do the same thing all over again? All I can truly say about this is, never threaten someone else's children's safety. It wouldn't go well for that child's mother. Not even if you think you're teaching a lesson and giving "help." Think of it as someone accusing a man of rape to teach him about patience.

4. Straightening
Something up makes me think better.

5. Hormones
I don't think my husband understood why I choose legation after my last (6th) pregnancy. I have 5 kids. Sure I almost died, but that was the least of it. I want to have more babies, but I also felt I was at the end of my ropes. I love being pregnant, but my hormones where driving me nuts. And suicidal. It scared me how many times my foot would jerk on my accelerator on tall bridges when I am driving alone. I get so overwhelmed. This is not me. I am not the overwhelmed type. Not about anything in particular, but just the whole thing. I knew cannot be in that place again where I would stand in front of my oven baking and thought about sticking my head in. Or when I am chopping onions and thought of how easy it is to sit in a trash bag somewhere and let and artery go. Even as I was thinking this, I don't want to do it anywhere near my children. I don't want to upset them. I think of this, and I am too embarrassed to tell anyone. No one knew. It wasn't depression either. My husband and my kids love me. I couldn't be gladder nothing happened. I couldn't really explain either because then I'd have to explain about all that. It was not so horrible, but I don't do suicidal thoughts! I felt like this spoiled kid who had everything and still was not satisfied. I love being pregnant, but I go through this since pregnancy #4. It goes away just as soon as I am done having my baby. I was afraid the next pregnancy might be the end of me.

So there, TMI! I have no idea whom to tag.

[Edit 10+ AM]
Tagging Ale, T-Girl, Ethel, Ev, Airah, and LhadyMitch
As always guys, you can say no. There isn't a hex attached to this tag or anything. :)