I've been memed by myself. And I choose to do it because it's an easy meme unlike the one Lance Mannion hit me with when I first started blogging. That meme gave me stress -- I stayed up till 1:30 in the morning writing it!
I was new to blogging at the time and Lance had also recruited Neddie Jingo and Ratty. Would you like to be in this company trying to keep up? At the time I was suffering from an extreme case of what Freud called Blogophobia, (that's when you have repressed feelings toward your 7th grade male english teacher, who reminds you subconsciously of your father, who told you you didn't write often and good enough) so I'm proud that I finished it at all.
Here are the rules:
1. Go into your archive.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
But I'm going to raise the bet and add another rule:
5. After you post your fifth sentence, go back into your archives and find your 28th comment. (23 + 5 = 28) Hey! 23 and 5 don't make any sense -- so it's just fine by me to add them up to make a new rule! ...then try to connect everything you've found if possible.
I guess you can tell I don't suffer from Blogophobia anymore, but an unhealthy case of masochism. (Wonder what Freud would say about that?)
The 5th sentence in my 23rd post was:
Although today I’m one step closer.
I tend to write very short, meaningless sentences which you can see. But this one is not as short as the first one, which was, "No!"
You see, it was my birthday! And when I first began blogging (this post was about 6 weeks into my new blogging career) I always tried to write each post as an essay. In this case I wrote a post about my birthday focusing on my age (41) and then tied it to George Herbert Walker Bush. He of course being the 41st President of the United States.
Here's the first paragraph:
Gotta Love No. 41
No! I’m not talking about George Herbert Walker Bush! After all, he’s 80. And I’m no where near that age. Although today I’m one step closer. And I’m not jumping out of anything from a high altitude. I plan to do that when I’m his age. Mark that down and hold me to it.
I remember writing this post. I was a little scared. Why? Because I was worried that no one would wish me a Happy Birthday. And it wasn't that I needed the greeting. It was that I was worried that I didn't have any readers at all or if I did they thought I was a joke and thought I should give it up. So when I was writing about my birthday I was afraid I wouldn't even get one comment. No one could be that hateful not to wish someone a Happy Birthday, so I figured that if no one showed up in a comment thread, that would be proof that no one was reading.
But I worried for no reason! I had four comments! Ok. Ok. One was from me to the other three, which included Lance, Phaedra (formerly known as Ri) and denisdekat...but still! It gave me the boost I needed to continue blogging. I guess you could say I did indeed need the greeting.
It was a great gift. Not as great as the new laptop I got that night from my husband, but a great gift nonetheless.
Here's my 28th comment and it's from Mr. Mannion:
Seems more like they've sold their own souls.
Jaquander at Byzantium's Shores wondered why Michael Schaivo was in such a rush to have his wife's body cremated and the ashes buried in Pennsylvania.
Ah, the circle of life. It never ceases to be interesting.