Brownies and Secrets!!!

Gah! I've been tagged. Right in the middle of the 'Really, I swear my son is not autistic - not that there's anything wrong with that either - and here again is the reason we are doing ABA....' post that I was am still writing...(stay tuned for that one, though!)

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And, since Cindy knows that I am, more or less, a sitting duck this week with no more to do than pop motrin, keep it elevated, and read blogs....ahem. Okay then. A Friday meme.
Five things....Since I am normally such a private person (cough cough) and have revealed so very little of myself (cough::heartonsleeve::cough), I will try and cover five things that I may not have mentioned (too much) before.
(turns out, this is very hard for me, because, turns out I have a really big freaking mouth, and if I haven't mentioned it, it's probably because I shouldn't or can't!)

• ONE: Before I had my babies, from about 1995 to 2001, I spent nearly every weekend plus a few longer trips hiking into remote corners and to the tops of well-known peaks of the Sierra-Nevada. Here I am at Florence Lake in July 2001, about three weeks before Supergirl showed up a month early. I don't even want to think about how far away from civilization we were that weekend. A little side note here...that backpacking adventure-life...is actually how, why and when I met Cindy. Sharing a nalgene bottle of lukewarm emergen-C on the way up to (or was it down from?) Dusy Basin. We smelled so pretty that day. Here's a shot of me on my 31st birthday trip - Mt. Whitney. (BTW, emergen-C packet+snow+tequila+salt= the backcountry fizzy margarita.)

Yes, my shirt says 'goddamn sonsabitches' and I am flipping you the camera off. See? I was badass back then, too.

• TWO: Dh was the long-time partner of my ex-boyfriend's sister. Got that? This diagram should help. Or maybe not.
• THREE: We still have not done anything with Elijah's ashes. Except this:

See them? Under the groovy African tapestry?

There's a box. Filled with my baby.

• FOUR: I wouldn't wear a bikini back in my twenties when my bod was probably somewhat righteous. I was waaaay too self-conscious. Of course, after giving birth three times, any shred of modesty I had maintained went out with the bathwater, and now I can be found flaunting my muffin-top and cheesy thighs in no less than a Brazilian demi suit. Because I think I'm so hot? Nope. Because when I wore a bikini while I was pregnant (see#1), I realized what an idiot I had been all those years, and I'm not missing out on that belly tan anymore.



• FIVE: One year ago, I was pregnant. It didn't work out.

Now I suppose I am expected to tag five more people? I don't think I have that much confidence in my persuasive powers. If I could bribe them all with brownies, maybe....

1. NakedJen (because I miss her and want her to come back home to California and collect her brownies)
2. DottyNana (because I never can get enough of what she has to say, and she only doles it out in teeny tiny doses. harumph)
3. MaryP (as in Poppins, because she is my new most respected internet crush love and I wish she lived near me instead of cold, cold Canada so she could be the awesomest teacher in the world for Bubbles. I think I would get a f/t job just to put him in daycare if she was my neighbor.)
4. DadaMama (because she is the smart cookie and knows of what she comments)
5. Jenijen (because I think I can get a visit from her out of this - she'll totally collect on the brownies)
6. oops - did I just go to SIX? Well, I'm going to take a chance on Grace, cutting her some slack on the obligatory meme-ing, but since I owe her some baked goods, she just might participate to get me to hurrymyassup and make her some damn cupcakes!