Tagged! I'm it!

Thanks to Lorraine for the tag. It comes at an odd time for me, when I’ve been giving some thought to hanging up the old blog for good. I’m not very interesting these days, but for all the right reasons. Life is more or less okay, steady, consistent. And boring to anyone but me, I’m sure.

Anyway, seven things about me. Who doesn’t love to talk about themselves?

1. Those who know me now might be shocked to hear that I was once a bartender at an extremely popular country/western bar in New York City. The job involved dancing on the bar (no, not like Coyote Ugly, but both bars originated from the same source and opened around the same time), drinking large amounts of alcohol (or not - don’t ever buy a bartender a “vodka” shot at that type of place - news flash: it’s water), and finding the best way to humiliate our male customers (which they loved). I eventually got fired for dating too many customers. I’m so much more shy and quiet now that I can hardly believe I was capable of being the center of attention so often and on purpose. Was that really me?

2. I hate olives. I’m not a fussy eater at all, but cannot stand the flavor of olives. Might be genetic, since my dad hates ‘em too. Devil’s food, if you ask me.

3. I’ve been reading too many books about what’s wrong with our food system and now find myself being extremely neurotic about everything we eat. Which sucks and is counter-productive and isn’t getting me anywhere. I want to eat local, sustainable food, but it’s not happening on the scale I’d like it to because:
a) I’m lazy (but never too lazy to beat myself up for the choices I make when indulging said laziness).
b) We’re perpetually broke (yeah, I know all the authors say that eating sustainably doesn’t have to be expensive, but I haven’t quite managed to figure that one out yet).
c) The toddler palates I’m catering to make it difficult. They’re barely eating as it is. They sure do enjoy their extremely-high-carbon-footprint-bananas, though.
The whole issue has become extremely important to me and I find myself laying in bed at night agonizing over our food choices. I guess I have to find something to torture myself with, right?

4. I love being alone. Always have. That’s one reason B.’s heavy travel isn’t really an issue for me. Yeah, it sucks for the kids, but not for me. I miss him in some abstract sense but actually enjoy my time alone.

5. I took five years of violin as a child. It was the instrument my family happened to own, so even though I pined for piano lessons, violin it was. I sucked.

6. I am currently considering what to do with my motorcycle. I haven’t ridden since I got pregnant. I miss it very much, but am also hesitant to put myself in harm’s way. Not so much ‘cause I think I’m going to die, but more ‘cause I cannot imagine being at all incapacitated from an accident and having to take care of the kids. The bike is garaged and isn’t depreciating since it’s already vintage, so no immediate decision is necessary, but it’s something to think about. I’d cry if I sold it, though. Big time.

7. I never finished college. In fact, I only made it through one year. I dropped out of high school after my junior year to attend Antioch College. I loved it, but it was incredibly expensive even back in 1987. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to study, so it felt foolish to keep getting student loans and building up a huge debt without a game plan. Guess I didn’t really understand the concept of a liberal arts education...

So, enough about me. I’m far too lazy to actually dig up seven folks to tag, so I’m tagging my friend over at Antropóloga.