Someone bit me. I guess I'm it, but just this once. Hear me?
1. What were three of the stupidest things you have done in
your life?
- I married a nasty man just so I could feel grown up. To compound the stupidity, I stayed with him for almost a decade.
- I took advantage of a good friend and hurt him badly and he isn't my friend any more.
- I really wasted the opportunities I paid for as an undergraduate. I would like to do my undergraduate education over again. I don't know that I would make different choices, but I would pay attention, at least.
- My daughter. She rules my life. She determines my schedule, my priorities, my plans, my moods... and I wouldn't have it any other way, for now.
- My father. God, how I miss him.
- My grandfather. He was a self-made man, and listening to these and these, I keep wishing I'd paid more attention to his stories.
- My grandmother. What an amazing woman she was, and ahead of her time. She was a foot soldier in the Women's Liberation Movement. I should have spent more time with her.
- My husband's grandparents. Both were immigrants (from different countries) who came to the U.S. in the early 1900s. There's a lot of lost history on that side of the family.
- Health, happiness and long life for my daughter. I'll count that as one wish.
- Neo-conservatives everywhere realize that they are terribly, horribly wrong and the North American continent becomes a powerhouse for social progress.
- "The media" develops a social conscience and strives for truth and clarity rather than advertising dollars and advancement of agendas.
- Regret: No beaches. I'm going to retire to someplace with big, sandy beaches.
- Regret: Outside of the university, there's no place you can sit and hear people speaking a foreign language.
- Avoid: Strip-mall Hell on the East side
- Avoid: Engineered faux-city downtown Hell on the North side.
- At a really low point in my life, I moved into a really dreadful apartment (no heat, cockroaches the size of sparrows) in a run-down little house across the alley from the man who is now my husband.
- Nope, sorry. Tag yourself, if you want. These meme things are starting to smell like chain letters.

1 comment:
I especially like the bit about meme as chain letter—at least the tagging part.
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