Hello

September 22, 2008 at 10:19 pm (Memoir) (, , , , )

Let me introduce myself. The who, what, where, when, and why of me.

I am a daughter, sister, and aunt. I am the third eldest of nine, split between two families. My mom and dad were divorced before I was two and my dad remarried. My mom has dated the same man for over twenty years so I consider myself to have four parents. All of my grandparents are deceased. I miss them, the older I get the more questions I have for them.

I am one of nine. My family consists of two sisters, one brother, two half-brothers and three half-sisters. All of them are family. We reside in Saskatchewan, Alberta and Manitoba – I don’t get to see them as much as I would like. At various times of my life, I’ve been closest to each of them. I miss not knowing them as well as I use to. That’s what happens when you grow up – you get further away from those you love.

I am an aunt and a great-aunt. I have twenty nieces and nephews. These include full nieces & nephews, half-nieces & nephews and step-nieces & nephews. Again, they are all family. I also have a great- niece and three great-nephews. Only one of the original nine of us is still married (for over twenty-five years) to the first person they loved. Three of us, myself included, currently have no children.

I am old. Okay, technically middle-aged. I turned forty-eight on my last birthday in the Spring. Some days I feel younger and some days I feel older and is this what forty-eight is supposed to feel like? I’m still waiting to figure out this whole age-life connection!

I am single. I guess, technically, I am divorced. A middle-aged divorcee and what does that make you think of? Right: a sex-crazed, man hungry, lonely, older woman. Hah! I was briefly married in my twenties. It lasted two years legally – four years from first glance to divorce granted. I like to think of it as my quickie Hollywood romance when I think of it at all. Which is seldom – most of the time I don’t even remember that I was ever married. I’ve had one other serious relationship; it lasted five years. Right now, I’m extremely single, as I have not dated for over ten years.

I am fat and mostly healthy. I know that many of you think that one cancels the other out. I walk anywhere from a half-hour to an hour a day and my weight has stayed basically the same for the last fifteen years. I couldn’t run a marathon but I can & do walk to most of the places I need to get to.

I am a feminist. A “Helen Reddy I am Woman” feminist. There are those who would consider me a radical feminist – but they would be wrong. There’s a couple of blog post just in this paragraph alone.

I am a bookworm. A word worshipper. I read around three books a week, ten magazines a month and I write. I read everything, anything – song lyrics, fiction, non-fiction, picture books, young adult books, poetry, newspapers etc. – but only in English as this is the only language I know. I’m waiting to master English before I move on to a second (or third) language. I give books as presents, pass on my used books & magazines to my family and I’m sure sometimes they wish I would give them something cooler.

I’ve lived in Calgary, Banff, Canmore, & Medicine Hat in Alberta; Saskatoon, Prince Albert, Weyburn, & small-town Saskatchewan and Montreal, Quebec. I’ve seen most of Canada from Vancouver Island to Montreal. I’ve been as far north as La Ronge, SK. I want to go East and to the Far North (Yellowknife, Dawson City). I’ve touched a toe into the United States- want to go to San Francisco & Disneyland & Broadway. The last time I was overseas I was a babe-in-arms – only London haunts my dreams and maybe Loch Ness.

I miss Montreal the most because of the connections I made there. It’s where I went back to university in my thirties and it’s where I grew up the most. There’s another blog post or more there.

I was born at the tail end of the baby boom (1960 – I remember the young Elvis how handsome he was), came of age during the 1970s (bought the very first issue of Ms. magazine at thirteen) and became a working adult during the boom of the 1980s (I worked in childcare & was poor). I never even considered, growing up, that I would live and work and grow into the millennium. When you’re young you don’t look that far ahead!

Why? Why am I doing this? Why write a blog? Why delve into the essence of who I am? I’m intrigued by memoir and confession and living vicariously. My real life is quiet. My fantasy life is legion. My inner life, like everyone else’s, is gigantic.

I’m using a pen name, a pseudonymon, because I want to explore and talk about all of me (all of us, all of it)! The blood, guts, tears and sex that make up life. But I don’t want to hurt or embarrass the people I care about.

So here you have it. All of it. The who, what, where, when, why and how of me. Or at the very least, an introduction to it!

My plan, for now, is to blog weekly. See you next week!

P.S. The time stamp on this blog is wrong 😦

P.S.S. I have figured out how to tell the correct time 🙂

gigi (not necessarily)

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