So my sister engages in juvenile blog games.  I only call it that because I don’t plan on participating, so I figure I ought to be a jerk about it so I don’t accidentally get invited to partake myself.  Anyhow, apparently she got “tagged” and by being tagged she had to say 10 things about herself that other people don’t know.  That’s fine, and it was pretty interesting.  Since I’m not going to participate, I am going to instead comment on/misinterpret  her ten things.

1. Tracy loves the term soccer mom because it’s pejorative.  Tracy hates soccer, and we can all understand it as divine punishment if her kid digs soccer and turns her into one.  Station wagons rule.
2. Tracy hates talking on the phone.  Apparently it’s genetic and not sex-linked.
3. Tracy hates city buses.  Apparently that’s not genetic, not even potentially sex-linked.  As far as I know, Grant is at best city bus-neutral.  I am, on the other hand, very much pro-city bus.  I am one of the few people I know to have taken a bus in Houston when I could have driven somewhere.  I also nearly always elect to take a bus here in Chicago.  The 56 is my jam.
4. Tracy felt bad for people whose moms were not as pretty as ours.  I never felt bad for them, I just felt it was yet another sign that I was the most important person in the world and deserved nothing but the best.
5. Tracy thinks she has the coolest family ever.  No arguments here, except maybe to point out that I’m obviously the weakest link…  So far.  Once Tracy’s kid is born at least I won’t be the wimpiest any more.  Though I’ll only have that going for me for about six years, seven on the outside.
6. Something about meeting Matt.  She met him, and then they met again and he didn’t remember the first time they met, but she did ’cause she had a giant crush on him.  I wonder why he didn’t remember..

Anyhow, so that’s that.  She was supposed to list ten things, but she slacked.   If she ever gets off the laze-train and finishes the job, I’ll be sure to let everyone know.