A Meme

Not sure why these are called memes as the meaning or memethics seems quite different from these question and answer thingys. From wikipedia A meme (pronounced /ˈmiːm/, rhyming with “cream”[1]) is a postulated unit or element of cultural ideas, symbols or practices, and is transmitted from one mind to another through speech, gestures, rituals, or other imitable phenomena. (The etymology of the term relates to the Greek word mimema for “something imitated”.)[2] Supporters of the concept regard memes as cultural analogues to genes, in that they self-replicate and respond to selective pressures.[3] Memeticists have not empirically proven the existence of discrete memes or their proposed mechanism, and memes (as distinct from ideas or cultural phenomena) do not form part of the consensus of mainstream social sciences.

But none the less it seems to be what these are called on blogs so i will go with that.

Saw this one on Laura and Gillian’s blogs so thought i would have a bash at it too, I enjoyed reading their answers

What’s the last thing you put in your mouth?
Water.

Have you ever kissed anyone named Matthew?
I don’t think so.

Where was your default picture taken?
Klerksdorp

Who was the last person you rode in a car with under the age of 20?
Rachel

Can you play guitar hero?
Never tired, gosh that is a bit sad.

Last time you walked further than a block?
Saturday – walked the kids to the park.

How late did you stay up last night and why?
Last night was an early night I think I was in bed at about 10:30 which is very early for me.

If you could move somewhere else, would you?
Right now I am where I need to be, I am open to the idea of moving when the time is right.

Do you believe ex’s can be friends?
No I don’t think so.

Do you like calling or texting better?
I usually hate phoning, would rather text

When was the last time you cried really hard?
Last week

Where are you at right now?
In my study at home

What bed did you sleep in last night?
Mine

What was the last thing someone bought for you?
can’t remember

Who took your profile picture?
Janine

Who was the last person you took a picture of?
My kids

Was yesterday better than today?
Yesterday was good I got to spend it with Laura and my kids, but no it was not better than today

Can you live a day without TV?
yes I seldom watch TV, just don’t have the time

When was the last time you were extremely disappointed?
now

Are you a bad influence?
gosh how does one answer a question like this, yes and no

Night out or night in?
Need a balance of both

Are you more of an individual or an outgoing person?
I am a people person and love talking prefer one on one meandering conversations but love going out too.

What items could you not go without during the day?
coffee, my computer and my phone

Would you share a drink with a stranger?
As in out of the same glass? – no maybe not, if they needed a drink I would buy them one

Do you think it’s right for straight guys to get their tongue pierced?
don’t see why not

Have you ever thrown shoes on a telephone wire?
No

What does the last message in your inbox say?
It was from B – a sad message about a friend, too personal for a blog

How do you feel about your life right now?
Lots of very mixed emotions Happy, sad, hopeful, tired, scared

How many times have you been pulled over by the police?
never

Do you hate anyone?
No I don’t think so

Do you talk dirty to people?
I can

If we were to look in your inbox, what would we find?
3012 unread messages – don’t ask

Did you have a valentine this year?
No.
I lie Rachel made me a card

Last person you talked to on the phone?
My Dad

Can you easily tell if someone is fake?
Yes

How’s your heart?
bruised

Say you were given a drug test right now, Would you pass?
yes.

Has anyone ever called you perfect before?
Yes

What song is stuck in your head?
right now? nothing

Someone knocks on your window at 2 am, who do you want it to be?
my window is upstairs, I hope they would phone rather than hang outside the window.

What do you have to do this week?
work, be a mom, work, work, blog, write, be a mom, work etc

Can you whistle?
yes it is a bit pathetic but I think it counts

Do you sleep on your side, stomach, or back?
Side

What gets in your way of your sleeping?
My brain that never switches off

Are your eyes the same colour as your mom’s or dad’s?
yes my Mom

Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?
using the word pretty – no i don’t think so

Do you think too much or too little?
Seeing as it keeps me awake at night i would say too much

Do you smile a lot?
sometimes

Why was the last missed call on your phone?
I was upstairs, phone was downstairs

Are you happy with your life?
It is better than it was and hopefully moving forward

Can you handle the truth?
Yes, sometimes it hurts but it is always worth knowing

Do you get 8 hours of sleep everyday?
Hardly ever

What was the last book you read?
I am reading ‘Only Say the word’ by Niall Williams

Is there something you always wear?
I like skirts, don’t always wear them.

What were you doing 30 minutes ago?
answering an email, writing a work blog, tweeting, catching up on blog reading – yes I have a hundred tabs open at once and switch between them constantly

Honestly, who was the last person to tell that they love you?
next question

Are you an emotional person?
Yes I have big emotions, I feel deeply

What’s something that can always make you feel better?
Running, someone special holding me, my kids hugs and kisses.

Will this weekend be a good one?
No idea what I am doing but I guess it will be okay

What do you want right now?
A goodnight kiss

Look behind you, what do you see?
the bathroom

Have you ever worked in a food place?
No

The Invitation; By Oriah Mountain Dreamer (A native American Indian)

(I like this poem and found it while looking for something totally different, but I thought I would share it as this week the fridge magnets are silent.)

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream of meeting in your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love,
for your dreams, for the adventure of being
alive.

It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or become shrivelled
and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit in pain, mine or your own,
without moving to hide it or fade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own,
if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to
the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be
careful, be realistic, or to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me if the story you’re telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself,
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it is not
pretty every day and if you can source your life from
God’s presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,
and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver
of the full moon, “Yes!”

It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or
how much money you have.

I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done for the children.

It doesn’t interest me who you are, how you came to be here.

I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me
and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.

I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself
and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.