Proof that the U.S. economy is hurting:

On the way to dinner tonight, I passed a hot little red Mercedes with a pizza delivery sign on top of it.

And at a time when diesel is more expensive than unleaded.

Things ARE tough all over.

My Aunt Patty loves to tell adorable little anecdotes about my childhood. She and I have that in common. Here goes.

When I was three years old, I approached my mother and my aunt with what I certainly thought was some information they couldn’t live another day without knowing.

“Buell is naughty,” I said definitively.

“Wwwhat?” they replied, laughing. [Because it’s always a good idea to laugh at a three-year-old who is trying to share something with you that is earth-shattering to her. Builds character and all.]

I repeated, “Buell is naughty.”

My aunt tried to decipher my message, “BILL is naughty?” (Because I had an uncle named Bill.)

“Noooo, not BILL. BUELL,” I responded impatiently. (Because Uncle Bill was not, to my knowledge, naughty.)

My mom gave it a shot, “BEULAH is naughty?” (Because my Grandma Jean had a close friend named Beulah. Also not naughty.)

Exasperated, I decided to spell it out for them.

“Noooo, Buell. You know, like buell-shit.”

And while I’m told they laughed pretty hard in the moment I’m fairly confident my dad got an ass-chewing after work that night.

A couple of weeks ago, I received an e-mail from a reporter for our local newspaper, the Tulsa World. She said she had come across my blog* and had been reading it and thought it was very funny. She asked if it would be possible to interview me for an upcoming article she was putting together about birth order.

Of course I said yes and we scheduled the interview for a couple of days later.

The reporter asked lots of really intelligent questions about my background, my husband, and our children. For the most part, her questions were aimed at proving or dispelling stereotypes of first-borns, middle children, the youngest in the family, and so on. And all nervousness aside, I enjoyed our chat.

The piece ran in today’s paper. Rob was the only one who knew I did the interview, as I wanted to surprise some other family members. I let them read the article and stumble across the references to me and my family. It was awesome.

Anyway, the article is very interesting and a good read, so I thought I’d link to the online version for y’all. And I wanted to say thank you to Cary for including my thoughts.

Shaking the Family Tree, by World Scene Writer, Cary Aspinwall.

* My blog was published at jennyology.net until July 2007. So the article references that domain. Just to clarify.

More than moody? Check.
A bit unstable? Check.
Annoyed that the procurator of this highly scientific test cannot distinguish between E-ffecting and A-ffecting? Big fat check.

For the record, all this time I’ve been telling Rob I’m only just a bit unstable so I am fairly relieved that I now have ACTUAL PROOF THAT I AM RIGHT.

Still, I am left to wonder what the other 32% of me is.
Oh that’s right. Sugar and spice and everything nice.
Shut up.

Are You Bipolar?

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This entry originally published on jennyology.net on November 2, 2006.
Retested (with exact same result) and manually re-mastered on May 13, 2008.