My First Ever MeMe

Ms. Karen has MeMe'd me. I'm all touched and stuffed, despite being a bit...um...unsure of what MeMe means. Memo about Me? Me, me...the world revolves around me? Eh, whatever. I know I'm supposed to answer and tag other people, which should be interesting, given the tiny smattering of folks who read this AND blog. (Vanderbilt-person and Canadian "Give Me a Little Push"-person--I'd be happy to tag y'all if you'd tell me who you are. Seriously. I've started inventing identities for you. They may or may not involve smuggling doughnuts over state lines.)

Hunh? Oh, right...the MeMe, which has (as duly noted by Ms. Karen) 7 P's:

My Passion: Um...I don't just have one. My friemily is up there, as are writing and finding magic on life's path. I also get pretty revved up about the Bulldogs. Goooooo Dawgs! Sic 'em. Woof Woof Woof! (It's almost two in the morning. Were you expecting depth of soul?)

My Purpose: All I can think about right now is Steve Martin in "The Jerk." Ahahahahahahahahaahhhahhaaahhhaaaaaaaa!!
Whew. Focus, Not Hannah. Um...my purpose is to connect as many people as I can with The Truth. The Big Good Thing. The Interconnectedness of All. You know...

My Pursuit: Becoming an author. I AM a writer, but in order to be an author, my book actually has to get out of the drawer (or my head) and on to a library and/or bookstore shelf. Also, I'd like to get the frickin' laundry done.

My Position: My Filing Cabinet, I have got a filthy mind at almost two in the morning. I'm going to say, "As left of center as one can get without having the loonies walk all over me." However, I am thinking of other things...

My Pummeling: Honestly, Ms. Karen, are we the same person? I'm thinking that if we combined our super powers, we could create a PERFECT WORLD, filled with muffins. Ahem. My parents are champion procrastinators and I learned my lessons well. Hope I live to tell the secret I have learned. No, no, no. I actually hope that the myriad lists I devise and post on my bulletin board will finally get me caught up on my life, but the truth is that they tend to make me feel sort of scattered and overwhelmed. I am now living my days in thirty minute increments via the timer we use for Jeffrey's time outs. I am beginning to think that scoffing at adult ADD was a tad harsh and premature.

My Progress: I'm learning to be more truthful, to speak more kindly, to stay out of other people's business, to do what I say I'm going to do. I'm writing and snuggling more. I'm trying to live by my philosophies. I'm trying to get my back fixed so I can run again.

My Personality: I have a horrible temper. I am a loyal friend. I forget birthdays and anniversaries and wallow in guilt. I love to mother people and take care of people in a crisis. I hold grudges. I love to laugh and make people laugh. I want to be genuine and fail miserably a lot of the time. I expect a lot out of people and want to help them get where they need to be. I can be cold when I'm stressed. It's the ninja in me.

Now, I'm supposed to tag people. I'm going to only tag folks who've commented recently (and who, you know, have blogs), so I'm going to tag Har-Twell, Coole Mama, Janice, ~Mommy~, Moonstarmommy, and Amber. Um. Yeah. I think that's it.

Dang. This blogging stuff is hard. Especially at 2:16 in the morning. I think my editor is trying to get me to quit my job. so....tired...