Bad to the Bone
On the day I was born, the nurses all gathered 'round
And they gazed in wide wonder, at the joy they had found
The head nurse spoke up, and she said, "Leave this one alone."
She could tell right away, that I was bad to the bone
I've been tagged by Jim at "DAMMIT, we can't have nice things!" (and don't you LOVE that name?) to do this meme, 5 Bad Habits o' Mine, or something like that. I don't usually respond well to being tagged, but Jim is awfully cute, and he makes me laugh, plus we have gotten quite close, sharing snack cake secrets, so I'm going to give it a shot.
I gotta say, this is hard. The really BAD things about me are SO really bad; and the really weird things about me, well, I haven't even told my therapist yet, so I have to give you "bad me lite" here, folks. I will say that after 40something years, some of the things that I once would have said are bad, I now will say are just me, take 'em or leave 'em. And the other things that actually are bad habits, well, they're not as bad as they once were, and hopefully I'll keep working on them. Here goes:
Bad to the bone
1. I am a terrible procrastinator. No, that's not a "gimme," it's not like everyone else. I'm talking terrible. Let me give you an example. But first, in my defense: I do love Christmas trees. We didn't put our tree up until Christmas Eve. We always planned to keep it up until my birthday. I haven't been feeling well. OK: My Christmas tree is still up!
2. I am habitually late returning library books. I have paid HIGH fines, people. There is a WANTED! poster of me up in the public library in the county where we used to live. That's why we moved.
3. I drive a rolling dumpster. My car is a trash pit. Things get lost in there. Like important school papers, cough drops, library books (see #2). I clean it out periodically, but then I just start all over again, tossing things in the back, in the passenger seat. Forget about the trunk. I have no idea what (who?) is in there.
4. This is sort of serious. I think sometimes I tease people too quickly. I grew up the only girl, with five brothers. I was teased, and learned to take it and tease back, from very early on. If I like you, or even sense that I am going to like you, I will tease you. Usually my intuition is good, and the "new" people I tease have a sense of humor somewhat like mine, and aren't offended. That's usually, though; not always. I should be more careful.
5. I keep magazines and catalogs around waaaaaay too long. I always think I'm going to order something from the catalogs (sometimes I do), and I think I'm going to read the magazines (I usually don't), or I think I'm going to at least skim the magazines and tear out the articles that appear interesting, and file them for reading later (oh, please), so I keep them. Stacked up in baskets, mostly. But I am doing better, honestly. I got rid of tons of them right before the holidays. I'm serious, tons of them. I put them in the recycling bin at my agency, where we get paid by the ton -- and we got paid!
BONUS (added later):
6. This would be a good place to confess this, because it affects some of you: I SUCK at returning emails. If I get your email while I happen to be on the computer, I'll probably write right back immediately. Or if we're working on a project together, I'll get right back to you ;) But if it's a nice, chatty email, I am likely to try to wait until I can really respond thoughtfully and very friendly-like, and I never seem to get time to respond the way I'd like, and then it gets shoved off the first page, and then (I am so sorry), I might even forget about it. Hmmm. I should file "letter" emails separate from "comment" emails. I'll do that; I'll do better, honest.
I broke a thousand hearts, before I met you
I'll break a thousand more baby, before I am through
I wanna be yours pretty baby, yours and yours alone
I'm here to tell ya honey, that I'm bad to the bone
(My apologies to George Thorogood and the Delaware Destroyers -- who dropped the "Delaware" after they became "big" -- but whom I thought were very cool, growing up in Delaware.)
And now, I'm not going to tag anyone. But I am going to issue a challenge: If you are damn-fool enough to get on the innernets and talk about how bad you are, or how weird you are, then knock yourself out! And let me know about it, because I wanna come and read.