What the Heck is a Meme?

Richard Dawkins initially defined meme (rhymes with dream) as a noun which “conveys the idea of a unit of cultural transmission, or a unit of imitation”.  Memeticists often define an individual’s mind as a “playground for memes”  and what they regard as “meme-generated patterns of behavior” can also be referred to as a person’s personality.

These days, a meme is an Internet  list of questions that you saw somewhere else and you decided to answer the questions. Then someone else sees them and does them and so on and so on. There’s even a bunch of websites devoted to memes, like The Daily Meme.

Why am I blathering on about this, you might ask. Well, my good  friend Debbie, over at Buzzin’ By, tagged me with this meme. It doesn’t have any questions, but  here’s the rules:

1. Go to your documents
2. Go to your 6th file
3. Go to your 6th picture
4. Blog about it
5. Tag 6 friends to do the same

There seems to be alot of controversy about how to do this. What if your pictures aren’t in your documents? What if your documents don’t contain picture files? How about if your pictures aren’t in files…just a whole bunch of pictures in one little ole picture file?

Well.

Here’s what I decided to blog about. It’s the sixth picture in my documents, which only contains five files.

ar008502This picture was taken in the summer of 2004, in the Outer Banks of North Carolina.  This is me and my step daughter, Danielle, getting ready to climb up into the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse, which was constructed back in 18 70.

Also known as America’s Lighthouse, it’s the tallest brick beacon in the nation. It stands at an impressive 208-feet. The familiar spiral-striped landmark serves as a warning to mariners of submerged and shifting sandbars which extend almost twenty miles off Cape Hatteras into the Atlantic Ocean, known as the Diamond Shoals. In 1999 the Cape Hatteras Lighthouse was moved, at a cost of millions of taxpayers’ dollars, a half mile inland, to save it from falling into the encroaching sea.

It was a great weekend, y’all. My husband, Jeff, Danielle and I were invited up there to spend it with, coincidentally, my same friend, Debbie and her husband, Kirk. They had rented a beach house somewhere near Avon, NC, for the week, and had invited a  menagerie of their kids, step kids, friends and parents. Lucky for us, we got included. It was one of those priceless, summer weekends that will go down in my memory banks as one of the All Time Greatest.

While we were there, I had a decision that I was mulling over. On Friday before we left, I had been called by Kathy, the HR person at Corning, and offered the right to return to my former job there. Three years before, in 2001, Jeff and I had both been laid off.

At the time, I was working as the publisher’s assistant at Wrightsville Beach Magazine. I loved the job. I got to write articles for the magazine and also for it’s sister publication, The Lumina News.  My office had a wonderful view of the Intrcoastal Waterway. I really had no intention of leaving there and going back to the boring production work at Corning. Also, there was no guarantee that  Jeff would ever be recalled, which would mean that the two of us would never be on the same sleeping schedule, since we worked swing shifts at Corning.

However, that beautiful and warm Sunday morning, Jeff and I walked on the beach, stealing a few minutes of solitude with our morning coffees in hand. We found ourselves remembering  how we met at Corning, the days of our courtship, and the friends we had made there. We realized how much we  had been missing for three years.

Monday morning, when we returned to Wilmington, in a move that suprised me more than anyone, I called Kathy and told her I would return.

In February of 2005, Jeff got “the call” from Kathy.

Five years later, I find I miss writing for the magazine, but not much else. The deadlines, the dramas, the stress….are all gone. Right now I am on a relaxing seven day break. I get to enjoy one of these every month, thanks to my schedule at Corning. And during these breaks, I ‘m fulfilling  my creative urges by blogging, thanks to, again, my friend Debbie, who suggested it.

Debbie, I sure do owe you a lot.

This visit to the playground of my mind was fun. Now to tag some more folks!

I’ll tag my son, Kyle, because he really needs to get blogging again. My first “stranger” that commented, Jan, because she has such a unique take on everything. Goodfather, because he’s been laid off, too, and he has already demonstrated he ability to do memes. Another Jan, at Jan’s Sushi Bar, because she and I have a million things in common (we just haven’t discovered quite all of ’em yet!) I guess I’ll tag our Spin Cycle hostess, Sprite’s Keeper, because I’m hoping I’ll become a little more popular by association. Finally, because she likes fried okra, Meli!

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Ginger’s Holiday Letter

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Hey, y’all. Merry Christmas.

LAST week’s spin cycle, brought to us by Sprite’s Keeper at  http://www.spriteskeeper.com/my_weblog/ was supposed to be about  the dreaded holiday newsletter. I know, I know, I’m late. But I wanted a decent, recent festive picture of us with the dog. So I had to wait until we both had a day off, figure out what to wear, gather lots of treats for Hannah, shoo the cat out of the room, set up the blanket to sit on, lay down throw rugs over the wood floors so the dog could walk over to the tree without falling down and breaking a hip, set up the auto timer, try umpteen million times to get a shot where the dog is actually looking ahead and not at the treat on the floor (or the cat), sort through the pictures we took to find just the right one, hurry up and order Christmas cards with this picture on them from Snapfish so they would get here by Christmas, and find the time to actually sit down and post all this.

Life ain’t easy sometimes.

And since I absolutely abhor reading other folk’s newsy, chatty, braggy  holiday letters, I won’t subject y’all to any of that nonsense from me.

I won’t bore y’all with details about all the things that things that changed this year. I know you don’t want to hear about how our overtime has gone from 60% to nothing, AND we might be getting laid off next month. I know y’all don’t really care that my youngest son, Klinton has been accepted at ECU, and he has a beautiful new girlfriend. Or that my oldest son, Kyle, is graduating from Cape Fear Community College with a perfect 4.0 average. And he started a blog. (Not that anybody’s interested, but it’s at http://kylesmetablog.wordpress.com.) I’m sure no one is interested in the fact that I’m gonna be a first time grandma this spring, courtesy of my middle son, Ryan, bless his heart.

I also won’t try to y’all about all the fun stuff we did this year. No body would exactly love me going on and on about how we went to New York last spring and had the most perfect day of our lives playing golf and eatin’ at Brooks’s House of Barbeque. I’m not going to put you to sleep with stories about taking my step daughter to Myrtle Beach and going to the now defunct Hard Rock Park and Myrtle Waves and eatin’ meat at Rioz Brazilian Steakhouse until we were about to bust our guts.

You don’t have to read about our fun weekend in October, when my dear friend Debbie from Buzzin By ( http://buzzinby.com/ ) and her crazy husband, Kirk, came and we spent the whole weekend toting a pink, plastic flamingo around annoying the hell out of waitresses, policemen, people working in the beer tent at the Autumn in Topsail Festival, and rescue workers, by trying to get them to pose for a picture with a flamingo. But you can read all about it at www.snowyfeathers.wordpress.com, if you like.

I also won’t bore all of y’all to tears talkin’ about all the stuff that hasn’t changed. You won’t have to read about how I still haven’t lost weight, our credit cards still aren’t paid off, we still want to go on another cruise and my mother-in-law’s precious little angel, the white Bichon named Heidi, STILL isn’t house-broken after five years, bless her little furry heart.

And last of all, I know y’all will be ever so grateful to know that I won’t be tryin’ to make y’all be all sad and teary-eyed by tellin’ y’all about my beloved 96 year old Grandmama Gladys, who was so dear to me, who passed away on Oct. 23 of this year. But y’all can read about how wonderful she was here, https://gingereebs.wordpress.com/2008/11/13/i-found-a-letter/, if you feel like cryin’, that is.