My Meme

So I am up to my second meme and I still have no clue what the word actually means. C’est la vie. (Actually at dinner KA suggested that it was not “mem” as I was pronouncing it but was “me, me” – as my kids would say, whatever.)

So this incarnation is that I am tagged with a question, answer it, and then tag others with a different question of my choosing. The question can be anything and if it starts a thread, all the better. Cymber tagged me with the following question:

If you rubbed the magic lamp and the genie appeared, for what purpose would you be using your three wishes?

Now before I attempt an answer, a few comments. I am not good at games – it’s the stick in the mud portion of me – but who am I to turn down Cymber. I also am not good at tagging. I have thought much about is since I was tagged once before (and did not tag back) and clearly it is a fear of rejection thing. But this is not the time for such talk.

Clearly the answer is how many ways can you spell PowerBall, but that does not seem in the spirit, and one spelling would be fine.

My first two wishes deal with some of my children who do not really exist in this blog world so I will tread with some care. I have a daughter getting married. She is quite young for this in my opinion though that is the least of my concerns. She has drive and a fire in the belly. He does not. She has out of the blue become the more significant earner. She understands the twin issues in marriages – sex and money. She thinks good sex will always prevail. So Genie – let her accept our offer to postpone the wedding for a year while they find themselves.

The next wish is for a younger child (and clearly has a level of projection in it). She is on the cusp of middle school – a difficult time at best (raging hormones as we call it) and for a geeky kid without much friends a potential living hell. I wish she could magically skip to high school where I suspect she will find herself along with kindred spirits.

I have decided to keep the last wish for me because I have been writing about this damn genie for the past two months. For those who have not been here for the whole ride, I have learned that once the genie is out of the bottle, there’s no putting it back. So Genie, here goes. I wish I had let you out thirty years ago. I had the chances – hell I was living maybe 50 yards from Sheridan Square – ground zero for homosexuality in America – but did not have the courage. I suspect that had I allowed myself freedom then, I would not be wrestling with you today.

So on to the next part of the exercise. My question is: If you could change one choice in your life, what would it be? (Wish someone had tossed me this one – I could riff for a while.)
As previously said, my personality is not one for tagging, so I will not be hurt if anyone chooses not to play, but in the spirit of things:
Dane –( just seems like you were integral to my growth today and as they say no good deed goes unpunished)
Ben –
Anyone else who likes the question