Sunday, November 20, 2005

Me-Me Monday #9 -- Meet the Brat

Welcome to another installment of, "Come ON -- tell me the WHOLE story!" otherwise known as "I love to talk about myself", and in a pinch can be called Me-Me Monday. The object of the game is to refer to your 101 Things About Me list, pick one of your "things" and tell the whole sordid tale.

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9. I would have been a brat even if my mother hadn't rebounded with a military man.

Last week I discussed the fact that I misinterpreted the phrase "military brat" to be a brat raised by someone in the military. Well, my number 9 attests to the fact that I am, with or without Sarge's iron fist, a brat.

I have to say in all honesty, that I was always a brat, but it was buried very very deep. The brat gene was dormant. It's only surfaced in the last 4 or 5 years.

I don't think I knew I was a brat as a kid. I pretty much towed the line for fear of retribution, but looking back, I realize that I DID always have to have my way, I was just intelligent enough to manipulate circumstances to my favor. I didn't have to throw tempter tantrums, I just had to smooth talk and/or trick those around me into getting what I wanted.

Today, with the help of LoveBug, I am a full-fledged Brat. I've still got a ways to go, but here are some Exhibits for your consideration:

I refuse to carry a fake Louis Vuitton, even though I've bought several in both New York City and Rome, Italy.

I bought a fake purse in Rome, and I snub it because it's fake. Hello? I bought it in Rome!

I see absolutely nothing wrong with wearing $200.00 shoes with $20.00 jeans. The shoes redeem the jeans.

If I want to buy a $200.00 pair of shoes, I see absolutely nothing wrong with it. After all, I can't buy a $300.00 pair of sunglasses, and then wear them with Keds.

If I want something (and I'm careful with this power, I promise) I need only mention it to my husband. As a result, I have some pretty bling, a new computer (to replace the "old" computer that was only a year old) to play Sims on, and yes, I've been to Rome.

I don't know if the Brat gene will ever really come out -- but I'm definitely spoiled, and throwing a fit is something I don't really have to do. But I'm very well aware of the fact that when I want something (a thing or a moment, or whatever), I MUST make it happen.

Some will call that determination, others will say I'm just a brat. It's okay. Really.

Some of you mentioned wanting the details of my naughty grown-up night. I'll sit down tomorrow and give you all the details. I say that not only to let you know I haven't forgotten about you, but also to warn my ex-husband (who regularly reads my blog) that he might want to skip Tuesday's post.

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