Does My Family Know About My Blog?

I don't generally subscribe to memes but this one came from someone I adore as a writer, fellow southern gal, philosopher and  recent co-conspirator in a plot to whack a mole. It was an offer I couldn't refuse. I mean, what if she came after me next? I felt obliged to participate, even if it meant I had to meditate with my laptop.

If you haven't met Here in Franklin, you have to pay her a visit. Added bonus that she was tagged by none other than The Unbearable Banishment  with whom I have a bit of a crush because from the back, he kinda looks like Richard Gere and he has that whole NYC vibe that makes me all a flutter. I'm from Oklahoma and all but New York is my city. So I read his stuff and I live vicariously.

Here's how it all unfolds.  I answer 10 questions HIF wrote, then I write ten questions of my own and tag six other people. HIF crafted the following questions for me.  Damn girl, #2 is keeping me up at night.

1. You have magical powers and can go back in time to the concert of your choice. Who is it?

Elvis Presley circa 1976.  My mom and I met Elvis on a private runway in Oklahoma City just before he became really large, as in girth, not in popularity. I was too young to understand what was before me. Now, I wish I could see Elvis, and have my mom with me to watch what happened after.

2. You must choose between two candidates to be Ruler of the World. One is a cat. One is a dog. Who do you vote for and why?

The obvious choice here is so obvious I almost missed it. Everyone would choose the cat; thus, it is imperative I must root for the underdog, or in the case, simply the dog.  I could envision this particular breed of canine to be loyal, fiercely protective, i.e., willing to chew Obama Bin Laden's houses shoes and cunning enough to surround himself with cats to actually run the damn world.

3. Mountains or beach?

I live in Milwaukee so it is beach because mama misses her some sun. And please, I'm not some dumb hillbilly who thinks the mountains have no sun. If you offer me mountains or beach, I immediately reference snow skiing vs. nestling my toes in the sand (yes, perchance a slight bit hillbilly).  However, if you were to offer me a summer trip to the mountains that involve observing the interesting rock formations surrounding my margarita glass as I lounge by the pool, then I might consider a higher altitude.
 
4. Are you interested at all in the local politics where you live, or do you only pay attention in national elections?

Not only am I not interested but I go out of my way to avoid political discussions, CNN, Larry King, my ex-husband, Drudge, Limbaugh, Hannity, O'Reilly, Coulter, Beck, the dude on the corner who holds up a sign and most recently, all the important emails begging me to blindly agree with their ignorant doctrine and then hastily forward to everyone in my contact list or be burned at the stake.

5. You have the opportunity to tell off the person you most despise without any repercussions. Do you? Who is it?

Every single frickin' time in my life I have told somebody off, I live to regret it. That is, unless of course, they had it coming.  How do you think I got to be a Zen Mama? I have spoken my peace in hardship and made my peace in this world. There is no more to be said, but a helluva lot to be written; hence, this blog.
 
6. Do you have too much stuff or not enough stuff?

I am the opposite of a hoarder.  I sometimes question myself as to why I so easily discard things. I think it's because I've seen so many people die and ultimately that drives the message home. You can't take this shit with ya. 
 
7.  The house is on fire. What do you grab first (excluding people and pets)?

My purse and my back up drive - see answer to #6 for clarification.
 
8. What place in the world would you visit again and again?

South Salem, New York
 
9. Do you ALWAYS answer the phone, or just let it ring?

Let it ring baby, let it ring.

10. Does your family know about your blog?

Oh, hell yes. My oldest son reads my blog somewhat intrepidly but I want him to know the things that are not easy to say. I have only one brother left that was there to see my childhood and he has an opposing view about how things went down. Such is family.  I have nieces and a nephew whom I ardently and fervently adore from afar. And I have my sisters, my real family, the ones I have chosen to see me through.

This could come across as a somewhat anticlimactic ending and for that, I do apologize, but I don't have the wherewithal to pass this torch, this meme along, by creating 10 questions of my own. Perhaps I will start it up again at some point in the near future, but for now, I am tired. Too tired to think.  Too tired to hand off the baton, too tired to post about everything that is unfolding in my life at this very moment.

My basement flooded today and I was thankful, for it was the least of my worries. Yet, also thankful because it could have been worse, and because I had help and because my kids thought it was cool and because I am enough and because......my family knows about my blog.