I know, I still owe you a post for Tristan’s birthday. It’s okay, as long as I get it in before he’s old enough to read, I’m good.
In the meanwhile, in lieu of anything particularly thought provoking or time consuming, I thought I’d steal this idea from Mama Tulip. Four of these five statements are true; one is a fib. Can you tell my fact from fiction? (Those of you who know me well likely know the truth – if you do, don’t tell!)
1.) In a fit of defiance and independence, I had my belly button pierced despite my ex-husband’s opinion that I should not get it done. It became horrendously infected and I had to take it out after less than a month. I still have the scar.
2.) While traveling solo through Europe, on a train from Munich to Salzburg I was propositioned by a man who told me he had just been released from prison. He was escorted off the train because his ‘ticket’ was hand-written on a cocktail napkin.
3.) Beloved and I met in a bar. He was in the Fine Arts program at the University of Westen Ontario at the time. The night we met, he invited me back to his apartment to “see his drawings”. I said yes, and we’ve been together ever since.
4.) We were visiting my in-laws one summer weekend for the first time. My mother-in-law had just baked two lemon meringue pies for a charity auction and had left them on a shelf in her utility room to cool. We went out for dinner and in our absence, my exhuberant puppy-brained dog licked exactly half the meringue off each of the two pies, leaving the yellow lemon base. I walked into the utility room and froze when I saw the half-demeringued pies, and contemplated for a long minute simply packing the dog into the car and returning home without a word, never to return.
5.) Our long and convoluted fertility and IVF stories, from the first miscarriage in 2000 through the IUIs, the IVF, Tristan’s birth, Simon’s surprise arrival, our Frostie adventure and even the miscarriage last November will be featured in a story in the May issue of Chatelaine magazine.
I’m a terrible liar in person – can I pull it off on the blog? Which one is a fib?
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OOooh, I LOVE these games. Okay, let’s see. I’m suspicious of the phrase “cocktail napkin” in that second story, but I think I’ll let it stand; the two pies, rather than one, is a detail that lends credence to “the dog ate my dessert” tale; I’m a sucker for any “I found Mr Right in a bar” confessions; and I’m confident your stories could be featured anywhere. So that leaves the belly-ring. My vote says liar, liar on the piercing!
OOooh, I LOVE these games. Okay, let’s see. I’m suspicious of the phrase “cocktail napkin” in that second story, but I think I’ll let it stand; the two pies, rather than one, is a detail that lends credence to “the dog ate my dessert” tale; I’m a sucker for any “I found Mr Right in a bar” confessions; and I’m confident your stories could be featured anywhere. So that leaves the belly-ring. My vote says liar, liar on the piercing!
I’ll go with the belly button ring, too.
(I just did this meme as well, and let me say that your statements are far more interesting than mine!)
I’ll go with the belly button ring, too.
(I just did this meme as well, and let me say that your statements are far more interesting than mine!)
I’m hoping that the lemon meringue pie is the lie. If your dog ate the meringue, you would have made fresh meringue and swore Beloved and the dog to secrecy. Or I like to think so. ;+)
I’m hoping that the lemon meringue pie is the lie. If your dog ate the meringue, you would have made fresh meringue and swore Beloved and the dog to secrecy. Or I like to think so. ;+)
It’s gotta be #2 – the cocktail napkin seems a little to strange to be real.
It’s gotta be #2 – the cocktail napkin seems a little to strange to be real.
I’m going with #1.
I’m going with #1.
The pie story. Am I right? Huh? Huh?
The pie story. Am I right? Huh? Huh?
I’m going with #5.
I’m going with #5.
And there’s a reason… cause you could NEVER keep that secret! Not for even an hour!
And there’s a reason… cause you could NEVER keep that secret! Not for even an hour!
I’ll go with pie.
My husband did the “drawings/etchings” line to me and I’ve been with him ever since (but I don’t remember ever actually seeing any etchings OR drawings!).
The proposition was funny, but the detail had a ring of truth. Hand-drawn ticket (smirk).
Belly button ring? I think you’d do it. I’m not sure why, but if you decided you wanted one, you’d have one.
And your writing about your trials and tribulations in having your family was so beautiful and touching, I wouldn’t be at all surprised that someone wanted to publish it.
So I’m going with pie.
I’ll go with pie.
My husband did the “drawings/etchings” line to me and I’ve been with him ever since (but I don’t remember ever actually seeing any etchings OR drawings!).
The proposition was funny, but the detail had a ring of truth. Hand-drawn ticket (smirk).
Belly button ring? I think you’d do it. I’m not sure why, but if you decided you wanted one, you’d have one.
And your writing about your trials and tribulations in having your family was so beautiful and touching, I wouldn’t be at all surprised that someone wanted to publish it.
So I’m going with pie.
Having had a golden retriever, I believe the pie story is true.
I go with #2 but my hubby (your cousin) says #1.
Having had a golden retriever, I believe the pie story is true.
I go with #2 but my hubby (your cousin) says #1.
#4
#4
My magic eight-ball says they’re all true except number two.
My magic eight-ball says they’re all true except number two.
Will you ever tell us?
Will you ever tell us?
I’m going with pie, too, mostly because I REALLY want the others to be true.
I’m going with pie, too, mostly because I REALLY want the others to be true.