This Post Was Supposed to be About How I Wanted to End Memes, But Then a Really Cool Chick Tagged Me So I Chickened Out.

Plus, I'm not really sure what my meme stance is. Am I pro meme or con meme? Doesn't pro meme sound like it should be some sort of topical cream the dermatologist gives you? "Sorry about that unsightly boil on your face, Jen. Instead of lancing it, why don't you try this new product, Promeme?"

My first meme started out harmless enough. I was tagged by Kat over at 3 Bedroom Bungalow (whom I love, love...thanks for Monday night, Kat!) for one of those unspectacular meme lists. Anyway, when she tagged me I was so excited I could barely breathe. I shoved both kids and Jeremy into the closet and began fervently typing away. I may have tagged way too many of my blogging buddies but I suddenly had the urge to find out seven unspectacular things about everyone of them.

I was on an adrenaline high. When Jeremy finally made it out of the closet, he refused to talk to me for a few hours. Not only was he upset with me shoving him in the closet, but he thought I seemed a little self-important about being tagged in a meme. When Jeremy came out of the closet he announced to me there would be no more memes for Jen.

(As a side note, Jeremy would like me to stop typing "When Jeremy came out of the closet". He claims it's misleading and totally false. Sorry, honey. I promise I won't type "When Jeremy came out of the closet" any more.)

Back to our story, three weeks later, after the kids and Jeremy and came out of the closet, I was tagged again with the same meme. I decided to tag people not in my immediate circle of bloggy friends. I thought by doing this I could somehow set this meme free and it would just float out into space to never return. I tagged Karl Rove, and strangely enough, he responded. Dang you, Turd Blossom! (Fun fact: Did you know that Mr. Rove has seen The Notebook over twelve times? True story.)

I am of the mindset that I absolutely have to answer all these memes. Sadly, I'm quite superstitious. I feel it might be bad luck if I don't answer each of them. Case in point, a few years back I broke a mirror and my hair just hasn't been quite right for some time now. Coincidence? Highly unlikely.

Also, what if I offend my tagger? It’s just not in me to not be responsive to another person. Some memers even dared me to keep the meme going, a few of them called me names. As I mentioned a few days ago, calling me names just motivates me more and even makes me like you a little better.

Which brings me to today. Today I was tagged by the awesomely irreverant C over at The Scattered Mind of a Tattooed Minivan Mom. She tagged me in a friendship meme so I absolutely could not resist. Also, she promised I would have lovely hair if I complied with her request. She then called me a name that I had to actually go look up on urbandictionary.com to find out just what it meant. I'm still not sure how to pronounce it, but it was plenty insulting, I'll give her that.

Four Questions about Friends:
1. Do you have the same friends since childhood?
Um, sort of. I keep in contact with a few of them, but we’ve all moved on. Life get’s busy and in the way, you know? Also, I’m pretty sure my parents paid the kids on our block to play with me. I don’t know for sure, but I can only assume so since I called up by best friend from the third grade a few years back and she shouted, “Listen chick, I’m no longer on the payroll!”

2. What do you value most about your friends?
Honesty, humor, time-shares in Mexico, swimming pools in their back yard, and forgiveness, especially when I break into their time-share or pee in their pool.

3. Are your friends sounding boards?
Absolutely! I call them and leave them very detailed voice mails because they seem to prefer screening their calls. If I need to talk to them immediately, I get a stranger to call them and they’ll usually pick up the phone. I then have the stranger pass me the phone and I have about 3.5 seconds to quickly tell them what I want them to hear. I’m pretty sure they get the gist of what I’m trying to say. Not one of them have ever called me back asking for any sort of clarification. Ever.

4. What is your favorite activity to share with friends?
Prank calling my bosses, prank calling your mom, deciding who we take pity on (that’s for you Julee), working on my phone skills (Rozzie), last minute deadlines (Sara) and late night pillow fights (I’ll never tell).

Now it's my turn to share the friendship love. If you've ever talked to, or thought about talking to a person with brown hair, consider yourself tagged. Copy and paste the questions and answer them on your blog. Here, take this badge too.