Five things — this is a toughie
Jan 18, 2007 The Story of My Life
Leslie tagged me for five things you don’t know about me. I’m gonna have to think hard because I’ve been blogging for *six years* now and I think I’ve told you guys just about everything worth telling. But I’ll give it a shot — after all, most of you haven’t read the whole six years worth, especially ‘cuz my earliest archives still aren’t moved over.
- My grandmother wanted to name me Leslie Dawn. My mom named me Dawn Leslie. Brett calls me DL sometimes. (”And daddy calls you honey,” Madison reminds me.)
- I had a crush on Ernie when I was a kid (as in Ernie and Bert). And Barney (as in Rubble). I eventually dated a boy who reminded me of Barney Rubble (blond and stocky) but alas, never dated anyone who reminded me of Ernie.
- When I was little I was psychotic about not sharing interests with my sister. I mean, I was rigid about these were my things (Raggedy Ann) and she could have her things (Holly Hobbie) and I wouldn’t even loan her my Raggedy books. I can still remember the tense, furious feeling I’d have if something got mixed up (someone assumed she was a fan of Laura Ingalls when I was the fan, for example). My mom says now, “I’m so proud of you for having an open adoption but it amazes me because when you were a kid you couldn’t share!”
- The first time I ever saw p0rn I was about five or six and I was at Russell’s house (where the kids didn’t sleep on pillows and his mom was really young and his little brother Markie was a brute) and we were lying on his parents’ bed looking in his dad’s end table. I remember thinking, “How did those cowgirls fall into the horse’s watering trough and how have they managed to forget their pants?” Then Russell’s mom came in and started spanking the hell out of him and looked up between smacks to say, “Dawn, I think it’s time for you to go home now.” I couldn’t understand what the big deal was.
- At around the same age, my friend Laura Lee Lamb (that was her real name) offered to give me a duckling. For some insane reason, my parents said sure. But then the duckling didn’t happen and I — counting on it’s fluffy yellow goodness — was crushed. So my dad took me out and bought me a rabbit. (My sister is still bitter about this because I didn’t even want a rabbit and she did.) Anyway, the rabbit’s name was Lucky but he wasn’t so lucky. Because of my aforementioned insane jealousy, I would not allow my sister near him and because I was only about five and hadn’t wanted a rabbit, I also didn’t really go near him. So Lucky died of dehydration next to his forgotten water bottle in the lovely hutch in the backyard near our compost pile. My sister was very sad. I was still disinterested.
January 18th, 2007 at 11:30 pm
This was very interesting, I think I had a rabbit named Lucky or Happy or something too…now will spend too much time thinking about it.
Did you know that you inspired me to buy an elliptical trainer?
Well, at least partly.
It isn’t here yet but I look forward to using it. I haven’t been able to run (repetetive stress injury) and reading about your experiences made me try the e.t. out and I love it
I am having some really unusual uninterruped time, courtesy of both the game cube and my semi-yelling/heartfelt pleading with children yesterday that Mommy really does need to be left alone sometimes and even if they aren’t looking at me I won’t run away and abandon them.
That is why you are getting such a long and weird comment from me when really, lately, I haven’t commented at all.
I am reading though.
All the time.
U rite gud.
January 19th, 2007 at 12:53 am
I, too, dated a guy who reminded me of Barney Rubble. So much so that in addition to being blond and stocky he was sort of… ummm… dense. My friends referred to him as The Rutabaga, because he just sat there like a big root vegetable. Needless to say, it did not last long.
Also, I’ve been reading via Bloglines and hadn’t seen your new header and design — both gorgeous!
January 19th, 2007 at 1:25 am
Wow. I, too, saw porn at a very young age. Around 4 or 5 years old. My uncle liked to leave around my grandmother’s house. And no one ever rushed to hide it, either. Also, huge crush on Ernie. I mean, he was SO FUNNY!
Sorry about the duck/bunny.
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January 19th, 2007 at 3:22 am
I knew about not sharing with your sister, but not the rest. Ernie? Barney Rubble? How interesting that you ended up first with dysfunctional distant artists, and then with a really nice guy. Your first instincts were right–though not on height. (Look, I commented!)