What color is the sky in my world?

Swearing Mother, who is a terrific storyteller and a thoughtful blogger, has meemed me. it's a very ancient meem, apparently, because it comes with no instructions; i guess they have been lost to the mists of time.

i traced it back as far as i could, looking for guidance from the elves or druids or whoever it was who started the meem. i clicked from swearing mother to the person who meemed her--manic mother of five (va-voom! a hottie!), and from her i clicked back to self-employed mum (how did i get on this meem list, i wonder? i have no children), and from her blog i clicked back to my favorite autistic, and from her to identity crisis, but nowhere could i find instructions for this meem...and then a wizard appeared, in one of those tall pointy hats, and he pointed his long wand at me and he intoned, 'JUST MAKE IT UP, DAMMIT.'

so i will.

all of those blogs were quite interesting, and they each had meemed sort of vaguely about the same thing: why they blog, or why they write, or who they are. so i'm going to cover all those things. i have decided to name this meem the "what color is the sky in my world?" meem.

in my world, the sky is pretty much blue, except at sunrise and sunset, when it's suffused with golds and pinks, and at night, when it's black, sometimes with bright little starry lights in it that i would call "stars."

in other words, i'm practical. i'm linear. i'm a realist. i'm no poet.

i started blogging for the same reason that i do a lot of things: i wanted to see if i could do it.

this is why i started jujitsu years ago, which i wrote about a week or two ago. it's also the reason i went kayaking the one and only time i went kayaking. (i can't swim, i can't roll a kayak, i am afraid of water. my kayak kept slowly pivoting so that i was gliding down the river backward, no matter how furiously i paddled trying to keep it face-forward. and every now and then i would get stuck on a rock. but i did it--eventually, i got where i was going. it's kind of metaphorical for my life.)

so one day about a year ago, i boldly went to blogger and started an account and clicked on this and clicked on that and voila! a blog appeared.

when it came time to name it, i panicked, and so my URL was stupid and hard to remember. that blog is for my family during football season, and it lives here, and you are free to look at it, but it won't mean much to you if you aren't related to me.

a few months later, i decided to start my own blog. i love to write, and i have stories a-plenty. i wasn't about to write about my family--enormous and colorful though they may be. that just doesn't seem like a good idea; while they don't usually read this blog, they could, any time they wanted to. and i didn't want to blog about work, pretty much for the same reason.

blogging about my dogs seemed like a great solution. they're cute, they're interesting, and they don't yet know how to get on the interweb.

along the way i have revealed quite a bit about myself. clearly i am not afraid of cyber stalkers; over the eight months of this blog i have told you just about everything there is to know about me except for my social security number. (i'm saving that for some desperate morning when i can't think of anything else to write about.)

so what else? i'm no. 7 of 10 kids, which is probably why i like to write--it's the only way to get a word in edgewise.

i am married to doug, who is patient and tall.

i have two live dogs and one dead dog.

i work too much and crawl home each evening worn out, but i like my job too much to quit.

i live in a city but i am outdoorsy at heart and so we bought a house right on a park.

my social security number is -- oh, wait, i'm saving that for another post.

i now pass the ancient and venerable meem torch on to three people:

rotten correspondent

kaycie

and wake up and smell the coffee.

because, oh, yeah, one more important thing about me: i am nothing if not predictable.