Dear Friends;
I spent the past several hours doing the great de-mudding of the century. Even including the first Great Wet War and the cars that had to be literally dug out of the mud, I have not been so exposed to such clinging muck. My most wonderful best friend in the world, who does not go to events, has been so kind as to assist me in my great washing endeavors. But trying to explain to her how it is that I came by such filth and a new overly bright pair of pink galoshes is rather difficult.
This is the friend who has been teaching me the fine art of massage, of which several of you have benefited from. She is the one that I like to have facials and pedicures and girly gossip with at 2am. Who knows the best homeopathic remedy for making skin softer than silk and hair glossier than you ever thought possible. She is the next Martha Stewart and Miss Manners and is the perfect Dr. Professor's wife. Together we are the complete embodiment of the historically traditional perceived female. We are the masters of the art.
And she has known me for over half of my life. She knows that I am Miss Clean Pristine. The epitome of everything soft and feminine and everything girly. So how do I explain to her how I came to have everything coated in mud, myself included, and still have a splitting grin that really seems to be going from ear to ear? That when ordinarily I would be quiet and reserved from the mess and chaos that I am currently covered in, I am now spinning for joy instead? She will never believe me. And in truth I have tried to tell her and she just keeps shaking her head. She is waiting for the real reason. But it is there. So simple. So undisguised. So mundane. And still she waits. It must be a man. Well there were men, several… But not in that way that she is expecting. And there were women as well, in the same way as the men. Good, gentle, kind and thoughtful, men and women who were helping out a veritable stranger though the mess of mud. She is used to my wild tales and we have shared many a Banbury adventure together. So she is waiting for more. Expectantly.
I learned a very valuable lesson this weekend. One of the great depth and fortitude and caring for fellow man sort of lesson. I also allowed myself to be exposed in my time of weakness, something that I try not to do. I mean it is one thing for others to be aware of the dangers and concerns in one's life but to actually expose them to the emotion and feelings that actually do go along with it… that is just not acceptable. My father is probably having conniptions right now. Airing my dirty laundry. Yes Daddy, I am… And not just figuratively, quite literally as it turns out.
So this weekend I exposed my dirty, muddy filthy laundry and came away with wonderful guardian angels to show me that sometimes mud can be a good thing. And so can be trusting strangers and new friends to not laugh at you in your time of drowned cat muddy misery. Sometimes it can even forge real bonds. Which I feel that it did. So my Dear Friends… If I seem a little different these days, if the trip has changed me into a more relaxed person, then I want you to know that I fully embrace it and am grateful to everyone who had a hand in it. Mind you, I think I have seen enough mud for a while, but I just might be able to survive Pensic after all. And I even have the garb in which to go and play in.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
I am the Center, Because I am a CAT...
Dear Friends;
What I had thought was going to be a simple blog has morphed into something else entirely different all together. I was planning on recounting my Western Crown experience and yet, I have discovered that my brain has run off in another direction and left the rest of me having to decide if I will follow or flee while the coast is clear and I have the chance I follow My body is rather fond of my brain
I had a Dear Friend awhile back, who had the gumption to compare me to a cat. This was not possible to me, and I protested greatly at the time.
I think cats are lovely creatures, each one a sleek, unique wild thing. Something to admired and respected from a goodly distance as they have sharp claws and teeth and are not afraid to wield their weapons upon whomever they so deign as unworthy of their graces.
I am actually quite afraid of cats. I was attacked by them as a child and have never quite had the adult part of my brain convince the childish memories that it really was a circumstantial event that had transpired.
I have several friends that have cats, and for some unknown reason, they all like me. They seem to desire the close contact of my legs or lap. They prefer where I am sitting to all others, and if I find that I am sleeping over, the cat invariably ends up insisting that it share my bed. And let me tell you my Dear Friends, this has been the unknown explanation for many dark circles under my eyes when I stay over.
But I got off on another tangent I was going to tell you about this feline comparison that my Dear Friend had made.
We were talking about a variety of subjects and of course the conversation wound itself around to where it usually did The people that we were dating, or were interested in, or no longer interested in, and so forth Instead of his usual inquiries and good advice, my Dear Friend looked at me and stated rather bluntly that I was just like a cat. No preamble, just, "You know, you are just like a cat". Of course I protested greatly. To no avail. He simply shook his head and stood up. And thus began the short stand up routine of Aislinn the Cat.
You want love on your terms. Your terms only. It does not matter what someone else wants It must still be solely your terms. Not now. You may not love me now. No No Wait, now you may love me. Hello I said you may love me now. Love Love Wait No I don't want you to love me right now That is more than enough. But you may look at me. Admire from a distance. Keep looking That's right Keep looking. Wait. Don't look. Why aren't you looking? Admire. Just further back. Too close. Perfect. Admire me. Dote upon me. Care for me But don't touch. Okay You may touch. But not that way, and not there, here. Wait I changed my mind You may look. I know you love me I am so wonderful that you must love me. Everyone loves me. Why does everyone insist on loving me? It is so disruptive to my grooming and pampering and lounging about in the sunshine and dining on fine food and sleeping on soft surfaces That's right. They have to love me. It is something that they cannot help. So then Love me from over there Ahhh! Stop. Stay. Wait. Okay You may continue to love me Sorry That was not good enough But you You over there Pretending not to see me You may love me. Ohhh you love me Attention please A little more. No. Too much You You over there Love me Oh who needs them I love myself and I have the basking of sunshine to occupy my time Shhhh do not disturb the glorious basking. Shhhh. You can wait. You can wait until I am ready for you to love me
Now I do think that this is a bit exaggerated. But in many ways true. I refuse anyone to get to close to me. But I do enjoy the company of others. I do like to have lavish things showered upon me, but only when I think that it is acceptable and appropriate. And I do not like my freedom smothered. I think that good personal care is very important, and that everyone needs time to bask in the warmth and glory of their environment. And who doesn't want love and attention on their terms?
The one thing that I can see being true, is that I seem to always land on my feet. I am able to walk a very fine line, and have gotten very good at the fine art of balancing. On the rare occasions that I miss-judge the distance or depth of my leap, I am excellent at making the discovery mid-soar, and completing the necessary adjustments before the ground comes looming ever closer. Then tah dah. On my feet. I meant to do that. I meant to have tie-died garb with giant brown splotches for Pensic. I meant to have the mail carrier for our route changed. I meant to clean my windshield with soft Day-Glo pink panties. I did.
And that my Dear Friends is how life goes on for me. One stand up routine at a time. Blown out of proportion, but still containing within a small piece of truthful insight delivered at the hands of Dear Friends. One smile leading into peals of laughter, fits of giggles, and bellyaches of chuckles and guffaws. Which is exactly how I like it. After all it is on my terms And my terms are pleasure, delight and exuberance and excess
The biggest irony of all, is that I have a cat. Well sort of. I have the shared experience of a polyamorous stray that has decided she loves me, and therefore resides in my backyard from time to time. She prefers the afternoon sun and solitude that the unused yard provides. That I feed her gourmet cat food is a plus.
She is exactly the cat I would have selected if I were to choose from all the varieties available, and that too is funny. She is a long hair kitty of extreme diminutive stature. She has tufted ears and blue eyes. She has a creamy white underside and a barely noticeable tiger-striping pattern in soft tan and silver gray. She is very pushy and likes to climb up my body so that she can share my breath and rub her face against mine. My kitty-lover friends have told me that the rubbing of her drool on my skin is a sign of great endearment, but I tend to think that she is just using me as a napkin. And for some unknown reason, she has chosen me, and I have come to adore her for it.
I have given her a name that I think is rather fitting, though I am sure that she has several names being the type of creature that she is. Sound familiar and fitting my Dear friends? I call her Holly Golightly. I thought it to be rather appropriate. Especially as I am apparently a cat myself
Let me also take this time to point out several other women who have been compared to or referred to as cats. In an artistic, musical, or literary sense of course
Maggie the Cat, from Cat on a Hot Tin Roof
Catherine Zeta Jones, as the Cat Burglar in Entrapment
Cat Woman, in the Batman comic book series
Josie and the Pussycats
The Pussycat Dolls
Cat, from the children's book: The bluebird/ The Bluebird of Happiness
Bast, the Egyptian cat goddess
Pussy Galore, from James Bond Movie, Goldfinger
What I had thought was going to be a simple blog has morphed into something else entirely different all together. I was planning on recounting my Western Crown experience and yet, I have discovered that my brain has run off in another direction and left the rest of me having to decide if I will follow or flee while the coast is clear and I have the chance I follow My body is rather fond of my brain
I had a Dear Friend awhile back, who had the gumption to compare me to a cat. This was not possible to me, and I protested greatly at the time.
I think cats are lovely creatures, each one a sleek, unique wild thing. Something to admired and respected from a goodly distance as they have sharp claws and teeth and are not afraid to wield their weapons upon whomever they so deign as unworthy of their graces.
I am actually quite afraid of cats. I was attacked by them as a child and have never quite had the adult part of my brain convince the childish memories that it really was a circumstantial event that had transpired.
I have several friends that have cats, and for some unknown reason, they all like me. They seem to desire the close contact of my legs or lap. They prefer where I am sitting to all others, and if I find that I am sleeping over, the cat invariably ends up insisting that it share my bed. And let me tell you my Dear Friends, this has been the unknown explanation for many dark circles under my eyes when I stay over.
But I got off on another tangent I was going to tell you about this feline comparison that my Dear Friend had made.
We were talking about a variety of subjects and of course the conversation wound itself around to where it usually did The people that we were dating, or were interested in, or no longer interested in, and so forth Instead of his usual inquiries and good advice, my Dear Friend looked at me and stated rather bluntly that I was just like a cat. No preamble, just, "You know, you are just like a cat". Of course I protested greatly. To no avail. He simply shook his head and stood up. And thus began the short stand up routine of Aislinn the Cat.
You want love on your terms. Your terms only. It does not matter what someone else wants It must still be solely your terms. Not now. You may not love me now. No No Wait, now you may love me. Hello I said you may love me now. Love Love Wait No I don't want you to love me right now That is more than enough. But you may look at me. Admire from a distance. Keep looking That's right Keep looking. Wait. Don't look. Why aren't you looking? Admire. Just further back. Too close. Perfect. Admire me. Dote upon me. Care for me But don't touch. Okay You may touch. But not that way, and not there, here. Wait I changed my mind You may look. I know you love me I am so wonderful that you must love me. Everyone loves me. Why does everyone insist on loving me? It is so disruptive to my grooming and pampering and lounging about in the sunshine and dining on fine food and sleeping on soft surfaces That's right. They have to love me. It is something that they cannot help. So then Love me from over there Ahhh! Stop. Stay. Wait. Okay You may continue to love me Sorry That was not good enough But you You over there Pretending not to see me You may love me. Ohhh you love me Attention please A little more. No. Too much You You over there Love me Oh who needs them I love myself and I have the basking of sunshine to occupy my time Shhhh do not disturb the glorious basking. Shhhh. You can wait. You can wait until I am ready for you to love me
Now I do think that this is a bit exaggerated. But in many ways true. I refuse anyone to get to close to me. But I do enjoy the company of others. I do like to have lavish things showered upon me, but only when I think that it is acceptable and appropriate. And I do not like my freedom smothered. I think that good personal care is very important, and that everyone needs time to bask in the warmth and glory of their environment. And who doesn't want love and attention on their terms?
The one thing that I can see being true, is that I seem to always land on my feet. I am able to walk a very fine line, and have gotten very good at the fine art of balancing. On the rare occasions that I miss-judge the distance or depth of my leap, I am excellent at making the discovery mid-soar, and completing the necessary adjustments before the ground comes looming ever closer. Then tah dah. On my feet. I meant to do that. I meant to have tie-died garb with giant brown splotches for Pensic. I meant to have the mail carrier for our route changed. I meant to clean my windshield with soft Day-Glo pink panties. I did.
And that my Dear Friends is how life goes on for me. One stand up routine at a time. Blown out of proportion, but still containing within a small piece of truthful insight delivered at the hands of Dear Friends. One smile leading into peals of laughter, fits of giggles, and bellyaches of chuckles and guffaws. Which is exactly how I like it. After all it is on my terms And my terms are pleasure, delight and exuberance and excess
The biggest irony of all, is that I have a cat. Well sort of. I have the shared experience of a polyamorous stray that has decided she loves me, and therefore resides in my backyard from time to time. She prefers the afternoon sun and solitude that the unused yard provides. That I feed her gourmet cat food is a plus.
She is exactly the cat I would have selected if I were to choose from all the varieties available, and that too is funny. She is a long hair kitty of extreme diminutive stature. She has tufted ears and blue eyes. She has a creamy white underside and a barely noticeable tiger-striping pattern in soft tan and silver gray. She is very pushy and likes to climb up my body so that she can share my breath and rub her face against mine. My kitty-lover friends have told me that the rubbing of her drool on my skin is a sign of great endearment, but I tend to think that she is just using me as a napkin. And for some unknown reason, she has chosen me, and I have come to adore her for it.
I have given her a name that I think is rather fitting, though I am sure that she has several names being the type of creature that she is. Sound familiar and fitting my Dear friends? I call her Holly Golightly. I thought it to be rather appropriate. Especially as I am apparently a cat myself
Let me also take this time to point out several other women who have been compared to or referred to as cats. In an artistic, musical, or literary sense of course
Maggie the Cat, from Cat on a Hot Tin Roof
Catherine Zeta Jones, as the Cat Burglar in Entrapment
Cat Woman, in the Batman comic book series
Josie and the Pussycats
The Pussycat Dolls
Cat, from the children's book: The bluebird/ The Bluebird of Happiness
Bast, the Egyptian cat goddess
Pussy Galore, from James Bond Movie, Goldfinger
Monday, March 27, 2006
Play Clothes and Borrowed Viking Bling...
Dear Friends;
This past weekend was an incredible event for me. I attended the West Kingdom’s Crown Tournament. I was warned that it was referred to as March Drown by the regular attendees, but I really had no idea as to what that would mean for me.
Now I am wondering my Dear Friends, why it is that every time I journey northward and attend an event in the Principality of Cynaqua, it rains. And not just rains… Pours buckets… Like giant tears falling from the sky. As in cats and dogs tap-dancing on the walls of the tents and pavilions. As in I end up a muddy, drenched, cold, forlorn mess. I am wondering if it the Cynaqua fashion statement… “Everything goes with mud”… Or “The women look better wet”… Or “Oil Caaaannnn, Oiiiil Caaannn”…
My wonderful guardian angel picked me up in the city and we battled the traffic to the site. The tent I was sharing was already set up by another fabulous person, and shortly after the arrival and disposal of my suitcase and bag into the tent, I was dressed and ready to take on the party. Which I did. For a while. It was very quiet.
Seems that in this particular principality they really do like to go to sleep early. I had been warned about this when I attended the Coronet back in October and ended up in a motel for the night. I should have remembered this information when what was left of the party people ended up in our tent talking and laughing and trying to un-stick the garb from various body parts. This was about the time that the constable came up to the tent and told us to be quiet… Apparently it was to late to be partying… What is wrong with this picture? It is still dark, and there are still hours of good darkness left in the land to laugh over… Were we actually supposed to be sleeping?
So we dispersed a bit, and the remainder of us hovered together under the pile of sleeping bags on a really tall airbed. I say really tall because it was the only thing to keep our bodies out of the murky wet as we awoke to the swishing of water in the puddle that used to be the floor of the tent. It was not just a puddle, it was a giant puddle. Everything was soaked through.
When we stuck our heads out the door after the daylight arrived, it was awful. Sammy’s tent had the river running through it, Peza’s pavilion fell on one end and Shaia’s tent had completely collapsed into what looked like a Lake Erie of a sinkhole. Compared to that, the moat around our tent, and in the tent around the mattress, did not seem so bad…
Until I went to get out of the clothes that I had slept in the night before, and discovered that everything was ruined. As in destroyed, utterly un-wearable and hardly salvageable.
And I cried. For clothes, I fell apart at the seams and cried.
And that was where Crystel Leake found me, totally embarrassed for being, yet again, the pampered princess who could not bear the rain. And I do so love the rain… Just not when it involves cold and mud and layers of long dresses stuck to my legs so that I cannot move about and it destroys everything that I have to wear for the weekend. Everything that I worked so hard to make. And then just as we were seeing if anything at all survived, and lucky for me the Viking apron and Saxon overdress with all the handwork made it okay… My wonderful angel showed up at the door to the tent bearing clothes that she thought that I might need as I had traveled so light and might be wet and cold.
And then when my angel found out that I had the choice to wear the wet muddy dress from the day before or to go about in my reproduction of the Emperor’s new clothes, she found another lady who was about my size, who was more than happy, and very gracious, to offer me the wearing of some of her beautiful clothes for the weekend. The angel then took us to buy dry undergarments, and launder what was left of my clothes.
Everywhere I went, incredible people who had heard what had happened and offered to help in any way surrounded me. By that afternoon, I was a better person and back to my regular self. I now have Pensic worthy garb that can be destroyed even more because what more could I do to it. I finally have SCA play clothes!
I proudly wore my SCA play clothes with borrowed Viking bling and attended my first West Kingdom Court. I have popped into courts in the West before, but I have not actually sat a court. Well… I guess I still have not sat a West Court… I was standing behind the thrones attending to Peza so that I could actually spend some time with her. This way, I was also able to play the “Let’s make funny faces game” with so many other fabulous people. And the cups kept being passed back and forth, from thrones to our hands to be filled with some beverage or other, and then passed back up. The royals up here do believe in being well hydrated.
Note to self; take that philosophy back home. A well-hydrated person is a happy person… Of course the populace as a whole was rather happy, with all the singing and waving of arms I kept waiting for kumbyah to break out… I loved it! Then the Vaudevillian Court was over and the parties began.
Even the dinnertime is a party. Everyone together at big tables… and food being passed all around… and sharing off of other people’s plates… and the stealing of forks… and the endless laughter. I felt like I was at summer camp. The toasting went on forever… Which led to more laughter… and then the great mingling from party to party around the Erick.
The best part was that there were different types of parties that all took place next to each other. The silly rowdy one, the mix and mingle around the huge dessert table one, the bardic circle one, the regular ebb and flow one, and the one with the only fire pit and no people… I went from party to party and had the most wonderful conversations. I hardly recall what they were about just that we were all laughing and smiling and it was good. I think that I like those the best. And I did not even worry that I had been in the same dress for more than four hours or that I had to wash my hair in the sink at the laundry mat and dry it outside in front of the 7/11 next door, or that I had on the most hideous bright pink galoshes. I was somewhat warm, I was dry, it was not raining, and I was in stimulating company. I am fairly certain that I was grinning like a fool for most of the night. My cheeks hurt when I finally did go to bed.
Have I mentioned that I have discovered that I like the hospitality of the West so much that I have already adopted it?
We had some friends, who were planning on day tripping that we offered to share a piece of the mattress and bedding with, and another who had totally wet bedding and was going to sleep in a car… So we all climbed in like little sardines in a can and lined up one by one on the short ways of the bed to sleep. The answer to the question of how many people you can fit onto an airbed is four… but it makes for tight quarters… Get it? Quarters… HaHa… Yeah… But it was. At least it was warm. And I, being the short one in the group, actually managed to have my feet on the bed and not hanging off.
Note to self; next time two airbeds… More bodies and more room. I love the slumber party atmosphere though. I could not stop laughing. And I did manage to dose for a bit too. So I am now even closer to my friends than ever before. In ways that I never expected. And I have made so many new friends as well.
I guess that my repeatedly being compared to a cat might not be so inaccurate after all…
I dislike getting wet. I like to be well groomed at all times. I want attention on my own terms, and typically get it. I can twine around legs with the best of them. I fit into small spaces, I can balance on the edge of an airbed and I always seem to land on my feet.
PS. I thought you all were joking… I did get a really big laugh that there truly was a granary across the street and several train cars as well… Next time I am soooo crossing some things off my list!!
This past weekend was an incredible event for me. I attended the West Kingdom’s Crown Tournament. I was warned that it was referred to as March Drown by the regular attendees, but I really had no idea as to what that would mean for me.
Now I am wondering my Dear Friends, why it is that every time I journey northward and attend an event in the Principality of Cynaqua, it rains. And not just rains… Pours buckets… Like giant tears falling from the sky. As in cats and dogs tap-dancing on the walls of the tents and pavilions. As in I end up a muddy, drenched, cold, forlorn mess. I am wondering if it the Cynaqua fashion statement… “Everything goes with mud”… Or “The women look better wet”… Or “Oil Caaaannnn, Oiiiil Caaannn”…
My wonderful guardian angel picked me up in the city and we battled the traffic to the site. The tent I was sharing was already set up by another fabulous person, and shortly after the arrival and disposal of my suitcase and bag into the tent, I was dressed and ready to take on the party. Which I did. For a while. It was very quiet.
Seems that in this particular principality they really do like to go to sleep early. I had been warned about this when I attended the Coronet back in October and ended up in a motel for the night. I should have remembered this information when what was left of the party people ended up in our tent talking and laughing and trying to un-stick the garb from various body parts. This was about the time that the constable came up to the tent and told us to be quiet… Apparently it was to late to be partying… What is wrong with this picture? It is still dark, and there are still hours of good darkness left in the land to laugh over… Were we actually supposed to be sleeping?
So we dispersed a bit, and the remainder of us hovered together under the pile of sleeping bags on a really tall airbed. I say really tall because it was the only thing to keep our bodies out of the murky wet as we awoke to the swishing of water in the puddle that used to be the floor of the tent. It was not just a puddle, it was a giant puddle. Everything was soaked through.
When we stuck our heads out the door after the daylight arrived, it was awful. Sammy’s tent had the river running through it, Peza’s pavilion fell on one end and Shaia’s tent had completely collapsed into what looked like a Lake Erie of a sinkhole. Compared to that, the moat around our tent, and in the tent around the mattress, did not seem so bad…
Until I went to get out of the clothes that I had slept in the night before, and discovered that everything was ruined. As in destroyed, utterly un-wearable and hardly salvageable.
And I cried. For clothes, I fell apart at the seams and cried.
And that was where Crystel Leake found me, totally embarrassed for being, yet again, the pampered princess who could not bear the rain. And I do so love the rain… Just not when it involves cold and mud and layers of long dresses stuck to my legs so that I cannot move about and it destroys everything that I have to wear for the weekend. Everything that I worked so hard to make. And then just as we were seeing if anything at all survived, and lucky for me the Viking apron and Saxon overdress with all the handwork made it okay… My wonderful angel showed up at the door to the tent bearing clothes that she thought that I might need as I had traveled so light and might be wet and cold.
And then when my angel found out that I had the choice to wear the wet muddy dress from the day before or to go about in my reproduction of the Emperor’s new clothes, she found another lady who was about my size, who was more than happy, and very gracious, to offer me the wearing of some of her beautiful clothes for the weekend. The angel then took us to buy dry undergarments, and launder what was left of my clothes.
Everywhere I went, incredible people who had heard what had happened and offered to help in any way surrounded me. By that afternoon, I was a better person and back to my regular self. I now have Pensic worthy garb that can be destroyed even more because what more could I do to it. I finally have SCA play clothes!
I proudly wore my SCA play clothes with borrowed Viking bling and attended my first West Kingdom Court. I have popped into courts in the West before, but I have not actually sat a court. Well… I guess I still have not sat a West Court… I was standing behind the thrones attending to Peza so that I could actually spend some time with her. This way, I was also able to play the “Let’s make funny faces game” with so many other fabulous people. And the cups kept being passed back and forth, from thrones to our hands to be filled with some beverage or other, and then passed back up. The royals up here do believe in being well hydrated.
Note to self; take that philosophy back home. A well-hydrated person is a happy person… Of course the populace as a whole was rather happy, with all the singing and waving of arms I kept waiting for kumbyah to break out… I loved it! Then the Vaudevillian Court was over and the parties began.
Even the dinnertime is a party. Everyone together at big tables… and food being passed all around… and sharing off of other people’s plates… and the stealing of forks… and the endless laughter. I felt like I was at summer camp. The toasting went on forever… Which led to more laughter… and then the great mingling from party to party around the Erick.
The best part was that there were different types of parties that all took place next to each other. The silly rowdy one, the mix and mingle around the huge dessert table one, the bardic circle one, the regular ebb and flow one, and the one with the only fire pit and no people… I went from party to party and had the most wonderful conversations. I hardly recall what they were about just that we were all laughing and smiling and it was good. I think that I like those the best. And I did not even worry that I had been in the same dress for more than four hours or that I had to wash my hair in the sink at the laundry mat and dry it outside in front of the 7/11 next door, or that I had on the most hideous bright pink galoshes. I was somewhat warm, I was dry, it was not raining, and I was in stimulating company. I am fairly certain that I was grinning like a fool for most of the night. My cheeks hurt when I finally did go to bed.
Have I mentioned that I have discovered that I like the hospitality of the West so much that I have already adopted it?
We had some friends, who were planning on day tripping that we offered to share a piece of the mattress and bedding with, and another who had totally wet bedding and was going to sleep in a car… So we all climbed in like little sardines in a can and lined up one by one on the short ways of the bed to sleep. The answer to the question of how many people you can fit onto an airbed is four… but it makes for tight quarters… Get it? Quarters… HaHa… Yeah… But it was. At least it was warm. And I, being the short one in the group, actually managed to have my feet on the bed and not hanging off.
Note to self; next time two airbeds… More bodies and more room. I love the slumber party atmosphere though. I could not stop laughing. And I did manage to dose for a bit too. So I am now even closer to my friends than ever before. In ways that I never expected. And I have made so many new friends as well.
I guess that my repeatedly being compared to a cat might not be so inaccurate after all…
I dislike getting wet. I like to be well groomed at all times. I want attention on my own terms, and typically get it. I can twine around legs with the best of them. I fit into small spaces, I can balance on the edge of an airbed and I always seem to land on my feet.
PS. I thought you all were joking… I did get a really big laugh that there truly was a granary across the street and several train cars as well… Next time I am soooo crossing some things off my list!!
All the Colors of the Rainbow...
Dear Friends;
Here is the survey that I finally participated in... As it is such an unheard of occurrence, I thought that I would save it in here for posterity... It was short and a bit different, perhaps that is what moved me to fill it out and post it. Or perhaps I am in the mood for being more revealing than usual. Either way... If you missed the bulletin, enjoy!
My First MySpace Survey:
Colors:
xXRed:AngerXx
1. Are you currently mad at someone?
Mad about someone... Everyone... I love people!
2. Which of your friends has the worst temper?
The Party Princess with angry friends... Please... We prefer the Art of Pleasure...
3. Have you ever thrown something at anyone?
Kisses are best!
4. Does your face turn red when you're angry?
Have you known me to be angry?
5. When you're mad do you prefer to stare angrily or yell and scream?
Neither, I walk away and move on... Life is far to short and I just don't have the time to waist on such things...
xXOrange:ExcitementXx
1. Has anyone ever thrown you a surprise party?
I don't like surprises...
2. Are you easily excited?
How good are you?
3. What event is coming up that your most excited about?
The unplanned event that takes place every day in between the crazy schedule that I maintain...
4. Which of your friends is most excitable?
All of my friends are highly responsive people...
5. If you won a million dollars what would be your first thought?
taxation
6. If you could have anything right now what would it be?
Everything... Doesn't everyone?
xXYellow:Self-discoveryXx
1. Name?
Which one??
2. Where were you born?
Here... 1st generation American on one side and the land of my forefathers on the other...
3.Whats your main goal in life?
To live it...
4. Do you want to have children?
Perhaps...
5. How do you want to die?
Quickly
xXGreen:OpinionsXx
1. Gay Marriage?
Love is love. And marriage is just a type of contractual agreement...
2. Lowering the drinking age?
(Go Laura!) Lower the drinking age, raise the driving one... This way you can really celebrate when you turn 18... Drive, drink, graduate from high school, fight for your country, get married, and have sex, all legally!!
3. Capital Punishment?
Should they really sell tickets to view that??
4. Abortions?
My body my choice in all matters...
5. Recycling?
Is good for the planet...
xXBlue:DreamsXx
1. What was your latest dream?
If you ask me when I'm asleep, I might tell you then...
2. Which of your friends do you dream about the most?
Which of the friends am I vibin' on at the time?
3. Have any of your dreams come true?
I tend to spend the time problem solving...
4. Do you usually remember your dreams?
I see a haze... a swirling mist... for just a few more dollars the clarity might surface... oh it's fading... moving back into the shadows... ahhh... it's getting dim... Sorry...
5. What was the weirdest dream you've ever had?
The first time that I piloted a glider I dreamt I was Snoopy, WWI Flying Ais (Ace... I know...)
xXPurple:LoveXx
1. Straight, Gay, Bi?
What didn't I kiss you too?
2. do you have a bf/gf?
As many of both as possible
3.do you have a crush?
Not into orange soda, but the fridge is stocked with Jones's Sour Apple Soda and Diet Coke
4 who is the best "hugger" you know?
Hmmm... I won't kiss and tell names... Why would I hug and tell? But I will say this: The kind of hugs I like best are the ones that pick me up off the ground or swing me around...
5. Do you believe in Love at first sight?
Every time that I look into a mirror...
6. Have you ever been in love?
Just this weekend I was in love with the body heat that kept me warm, the new pink galoshes that kept my feet away from the mud, the kissing liquor that was being generously shared, and the wonderful friends that I spent time with...
Here is the survey that I finally participated in... As it is such an unheard of occurrence, I thought that I would save it in here for posterity... It was short and a bit different, perhaps that is what moved me to fill it out and post it. Or perhaps I am in the mood for being more revealing than usual. Either way... If you missed the bulletin, enjoy!
My First MySpace Survey:
Colors:
xXRed:AngerXx
1. Are you currently mad at someone?
Mad about someone... Everyone... I love people!
2. Which of your friends has the worst temper?
The Party Princess with angry friends... Please... We prefer the Art of Pleasure...
3. Have you ever thrown something at anyone?
Kisses are best!
4. Does your face turn red when you're angry?
Have you known me to be angry?
5. When you're mad do you prefer to stare angrily or yell and scream?
Neither, I walk away and move on... Life is far to short and I just don't have the time to waist on such things...
xXOrange:ExcitementXx
1. Has anyone ever thrown you a surprise party?
I don't like surprises...
2. Are you easily excited?
How good are you?
3. What event is coming up that your most excited about?
The unplanned event that takes place every day in between the crazy schedule that I maintain...
4. Which of your friends is most excitable?
All of my friends are highly responsive people...
5. If you won a million dollars what would be your first thought?
taxation
6. If you could have anything right now what would it be?
Everything... Doesn't everyone?
xXYellow:Self-discoveryXx
1. Name?
Which one??
2. Where were you born?
Here... 1st generation American on one side and the land of my forefathers on the other...
3.Whats your main goal in life?
To live it...
4. Do you want to have children?
Perhaps...
5. How do you want to die?
Quickly
xXGreen:OpinionsXx
1. Gay Marriage?
Love is love. And marriage is just a type of contractual agreement...
2. Lowering the drinking age?
(Go Laura!) Lower the drinking age, raise the driving one... This way you can really celebrate when you turn 18... Drive, drink, graduate from high school, fight for your country, get married, and have sex, all legally!!
3. Capital Punishment?
Should they really sell tickets to view that??
4. Abortions?
My body my choice in all matters...
5. Recycling?
Is good for the planet...
xXBlue:DreamsXx
1. What was your latest dream?
If you ask me when I'm asleep, I might tell you then...
2. Which of your friends do you dream about the most?
Which of the friends am I vibin' on at the time?
3. Have any of your dreams come true?
I tend to spend the time problem solving...
4. Do you usually remember your dreams?
I see a haze... a swirling mist... for just a few more dollars the clarity might surface... oh it's fading... moving back into the shadows... ahhh... it's getting dim... Sorry...
5. What was the weirdest dream you've ever had?
The first time that I piloted a glider I dreamt I was Snoopy, WWI Flying Ais (Ace... I know...)
xXPurple:LoveXx
1. Straight, Gay, Bi?
What didn't I kiss you too?
2. do you have a bf/gf?
As many of both as possible
3.do you have a crush?
Not into orange soda, but the fridge is stocked with Jones's Sour Apple Soda and Diet Coke
4 who is the best "hugger" you know?
Hmmm... I won't kiss and tell names... Why would I hug and tell? But I will say this: The kind of hugs I like best are the ones that pick me up off the ground or swing me around...
5. Do you believe in Love at first sight?
Every time that I look into a mirror...
6. Have you ever been in love?
Just this weekend I was in love with the body heat that kept me warm, the new pink galoshes that kept my feet away from the mud, the kissing liquor that was being generously shared, and the wonderful friends that I spent time with...
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Dear Mother Nature Letter...
Dear Friends;
I received the following as a bulletin from my sister-in-law. She, my brother and the kids live in Denver where spring is a very important rite of yearly passage.
THE BULLETIN:
"I don't know about all of you, but if yesterday was the first day of spring, some one forgot to tell Mother Nature. It was cold! Windy! and Snowey! Where were the flowers? the birds? the sun? Was it more like spring for you??"
As I have been in a rather flippant mood these past several days, the response included below is the message that I sent back to her to warm her day. (See what a good and caring member of the family that I am? Don't you wish that you were a part of the craziness that makes up my familial dynamics??)
THE RESPONSE:
"No spring here... San Diego has had a delayed winter. I think that is really what is happening here. All the seasons are just pushing back further and further so that when March rolls around we are expecting spring but really it won't begin for another two months. Kind of like summer not getting here until July or fall until mid- October and winter in late December.
Really now, September was the hottest month of last year and I did not even start wearing my coats until November, and we all know how cold I get...
You are so right. Someone should send an e-mail, or at the very least a text message to Mother Nature about getting things back on track. Perhaps she is on vacation and has not kept good tabs on her replacement. Maybe we should CC Father Time just in case he knows were she is.
Let's see, it should be something like a Dear Santa letter, but perhaps a little shorter than what I remember writing as a child. After all, I have been taught to not be quite so materialistic as was back then. Of course if you saw my shoe collection then you know that I was really not paying attention to that lecture when it was being delivered.
Dear Mother Nature;
Please attend to the situation regarding the passing of the seasons. I have noticed that they are off kilter from what they have been known to be though-out the time that I have grown up and been wasting the oxygen that all your trees provide. I am sorry that it is our fault that global warming is occurring, but truly, it is your place to insure that things like the weather stay on track. How else can I justify not wearing white after Labor Day?
When you now insist on making October feel like July, I become confused. And really, I am from southern California, and sweaters just don't fit in with my Easter hat, lightweight cotton dress and flip-flops.
Also, if you can do something about updating the oxygen emissions of those trees that we are so rapidly depleting, then perhaps my mind might be stimulated enough to think about thinking up some way to do my part to stop the overwhelming consumption of the natural resources. Or maybe I won't. But you are a mother and are supposed to put me first. So if you could also think about some way to include world peace in all of this, I would really be happy. But not if it slows down the correction of the season timing issues.
Thank you so much for your time. I know that you won't let me down. I have been so good, and after all I am only human. If I have any faults or am lacking in meeting my responsibilities, it really can't be helped.
I just know that you won't let me down for Easter. Oh, and please tell the Easter bunny for me, that I really would prefer dark chocolate this year, I hear that it is better for my health.
Many Thanks,
Muse and all her friends and family
Okay, perhaps that won't work... I guess we should just bitch about the changes and look for pink sweaters to wear to church to please mom for the annual family photos. Hope this brightens your day since I can't send the sunshine to you. Virtual hugs and warm fuzzies to you and yours...
Love,
ME
I received the following as a bulletin from my sister-in-law. She, my brother and the kids live in Denver where spring is a very important rite of yearly passage.
THE BULLETIN:
"I don't know about all of you, but if yesterday was the first day of spring, some one forgot to tell Mother Nature. It was cold! Windy! and Snowey! Where were the flowers? the birds? the sun? Was it more like spring for you??"
As I have been in a rather flippant mood these past several days, the response included below is the message that I sent back to her to warm her day. (See what a good and caring member of the family that I am? Don't you wish that you were a part of the craziness that makes up my familial dynamics??)
THE RESPONSE:
"No spring here... San Diego has had a delayed winter. I think that is really what is happening here. All the seasons are just pushing back further and further so that when March rolls around we are expecting spring but really it won't begin for another two months. Kind of like summer not getting here until July or fall until mid- October and winter in late December.
Really now, September was the hottest month of last year and I did not even start wearing my coats until November, and we all know how cold I get...
You are so right. Someone should send an e-mail, or at the very least a text message to Mother Nature about getting things back on track. Perhaps she is on vacation and has not kept good tabs on her replacement. Maybe we should CC Father Time just in case he knows were she is.
Let's see, it should be something like a Dear Santa letter, but perhaps a little shorter than what I remember writing as a child. After all, I have been taught to not be quite so materialistic as was back then. Of course if you saw my shoe collection then you know that I was really not paying attention to that lecture when it was being delivered.
Dear Mother Nature;
Please attend to the situation regarding the passing of the seasons. I have noticed that they are off kilter from what they have been known to be though-out the time that I have grown up and been wasting the oxygen that all your trees provide. I am sorry that it is our fault that global warming is occurring, but truly, it is your place to insure that things like the weather stay on track. How else can I justify not wearing white after Labor Day?
When you now insist on making October feel like July, I become confused. And really, I am from southern California, and sweaters just don't fit in with my Easter hat, lightweight cotton dress and flip-flops.
Also, if you can do something about updating the oxygen emissions of those trees that we are so rapidly depleting, then perhaps my mind might be stimulated enough to think about thinking up some way to do my part to stop the overwhelming consumption of the natural resources. Or maybe I won't. But you are a mother and are supposed to put me first. So if you could also think about some way to include world peace in all of this, I would really be happy. But not if it slows down the correction of the season timing issues.
Thank you so much for your time. I know that you won't let me down. I have been so good, and after all I am only human. If I have any faults or am lacking in meeting my responsibilities, it really can't be helped.
I just know that you won't let me down for Easter. Oh, and please tell the Easter bunny for me, that I really would prefer dark chocolate this year, I hear that it is better for my health.
Many Thanks,
Muse and all her friends and family
Okay, perhaps that won't work... I guess we should just bitch about the changes and look for pink sweaters to wear to church to please mom for the annual family photos. Hope this brightens your day since I can't send the sunshine to you. Virtual hugs and warm fuzzies to you and yours...
Love,
ME
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Rites of Spring...
Dear Friends;
I am feeling the rites of spring being thrust upon me early. I am noticing the birds are back in full force on their way to their Northern homes. They seem to be all twitterpaited, like some Disney animator granted blue-fairy status brought them all to life. I fully expect Snow White to start singing about how someday her Prince will come... (And the weird part is, I do know a Snow White in good Springtime spirits... so you can imagine how weird this is for me...)
Truly though, Dear Friends, I am feeling restless. I am in need of an adventure. Not dramatics, but something thrilling and exciting. Like the first time I went to Magic Mountain and had to be pried from the bars of Freefall I was so overwhelmed by adrenaline. (I was also so scared that I vowed never to go on that ride again... And I haven't... I jumped from an airplane instead... Now that was incredible!!)
I get easily sidetracked... What I was trying to say, was that I am experiencing an overwhelming sense of adventure coming upon me with a healthy dose of playfulness thrown in. I might erupt in a fit of giggles at any time. It has been happening more frequently over the course of the past week and shows no sign of abating.
The cool part is that I have been checking things off my "List" faster than I can add them on. If this current mood lasts through the Summer, I will be in dire measures to refurbish said "List". And about my "List"... For those of you who do not already know, I have this "List" that take just about everywhere with me. I started it about 18 months ago when things changed drastically in my life. It is a wonderful thing. I searched high and low for just the perfect book to write it down in. And when it did come along it almost leapt into my hands... Sort of like the bedding that jumped off of the shelf and into my arms to be fondled in Wal-Mart... Ohh... fondling... Wal-Mart... uggh... ick... sorry for that... Anyway...
The book where my list is penned is a beautiful Capezio Performance-Pink. Any ballerina knows this shade on sight and either gets this rush from thrill or wants to vomit due to so many hours of torturing tiny toes until bloodletting occurs... For those of my Dear Friends who do not dance, just call it a delicate pink and you have an idea of the shade. And of course the fabric is stitched in a diaper diamond pattern with white thread. Very classic, and very simple. (For while I am a girly-girl, I tend to veer away from overly frilled monstrosities that masquerade as Lara Ashley creations from the 80's... Imagine Victorian meets 40's movie glamour and you are really close.)
Sidetracked Again So... The book has a beautiful silver closure and the pages are thick and smooth. They almost beg to be written upon... So I do... Often. Oh how I love how the pen glides across the pages... So much so that I have about 200 things to cross off of my "List"...
All this, my Dear Friends, was to say to you...
If you have a sense of Springtime coursing through your veins right now If you too have a desire to take on the unknown To feel the rush and the thrill and the excitement of being all things at once, especially curious and silly, let me know... One of things that I love most is a partner in crime. I am more than happy to go out into the wild blue yonder alone and see what there is to see... But the view is always better when you share it with a friend...
Like the song says... "Hey hey oh playmate... come out and play with me..."
I am feeling the rites of spring being thrust upon me early. I am noticing the birds are back in full force on their way to their Northern homes. They seem to be all twitterpaited, like some Disney animator granted blue-fairy status brought them all to life. I fully expect Snow White to start singing about how someday her Prince will come... (And the weird part is, I do know a Snow White in good Springtime spirits... so you can imagine how weird this is for me...)
Truly though, Dear Friends, I am feeling restless. I am in need of an adventure. Not dramatics, but something thrilling and exciting. Like the first time I went to Magic Mountain and had to be pried from the bars of Freefall I was so overwhelmed by adrenaline. (I was also so scared that I vowed never to go on that ride again... And I haven't... I jumped from an airplane instead... Now that was incredible!!)
I get easily sidetracked... What I was trying to say, was that I am experiencing an overwhelming sense of adventure coming upon me with a healthy dose of playfulness thrown in. I might erupt in a fit of giggles at any time. It has been happening more frequently over the course of the past week and shows no sign of abating.
The cool part is that I have been checking things off my "List" faster than I can add them on. If this current mood lasts through the Summer, I will be in dire measures to refurbish said "List". And about my "List"... For those of you who do not already know, I have this "List" that take just about everywhere with me. I started it about 18 months ago when things changed drastically in my life. It is a wonderful thing. I searched high and low for just the perfect book to write it down in. And when it did come along it almost leapt into my hands... Sort of like the bedding that jumped off of the shelf and into my arms to be fondled in Wal-Mart... Ohh... fondling... Wal-Mart... uggh... ick... sorry for that... Anyway...
The book where my list is penned is a beautiful Capezio Performance-Pink. Any ballerina knows this shade on sight and either gets this rush from thrill or wants to vomit due to so many hours of torturing tiny toes until bloodletting occurs... For those of my Dear Friends who do not dance, just call it a delicate pink and you have an idea of the shade. And of course the fabric is stitched in a diaper diamond pattern with white thread. Very classic, and very simple. (For while I am a girly-girl, I tend to veer away from overly frilled monstrosities that masquerade as Lara Ashley creations from the 80's... Imagine Victorian meets 40's movie glamour and you are really close.)
Sidetracked Again So... The book has a beautiful silver closure and the pages are thick and smooth. They almost beg to be written upon... So I do... Often. Oh how I love how the pen glides across the pages... So much so that I have about 200 things to cross off of my "List"...
All this, my Dear Friends, was to say to you...
If you have a sense of Springtime coursing through your veins right now If you too have a desire to take on the unknown To feel the rush and the thrill and the excitement of being all things at once, especially curious and silly, let me know... One of things that I love most is a partner in crime. I am more than happy to go out into the wild blue yonder alone and see what there is to see... But the view is always better when you share it with a friend...
Like the song says... "Hey hey oh playmate... come out and play with me..."
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
What I Really Wonder About You...
Dear Friends;
So I try to keep up with all the bulletins that come across MySpace. One of the things that I have noticed is that it seems that everyone likes filling out those surveys and questionnaires. The ones filled with all sorts of questions. Some silly, some nonsensical, and some run of the mill. But really, why do I want to know what is the closest purple object to you? I love reading about what strikes your fancy and what information you are going to reveal to the world at large, but I actually do want to get to know my friends better.
I find that I am constantly changing and am sure you all are too. And there is so much information that creates the fabric of our unique existence, that no matter how much we share about ourselves, there will always be mysteries yet to be revealed.
So I made up a Survey of my own. One with real questions. (Not saying that the other surveys aren't filled with real questions, but you know what I mean.)
These are questions that I would love to know the answers to Nothing about what sort of coffee you drink, though that was useful information. No fluff, no filler. I figure if you took the time to answer those silly MySpace questions, you might answer these. Of course, my questions are far more revealing and intimate. I am sure more consuming as well.
But remember, Dear Friends, the only bad question is the one left unasked So I am asking
What was your most memorable toy as a child?
Why were you given your name and does it have special meaning?
What was the craziest thing that you did in your youth?
What tokens of your childhood do you wish you had saved?
What about being a child do you miss the most?
Did you try to grow up in a hurry?
What did you look forward to most as a child?
What did you wish for more often and/ or more sincerely than anything else?
What did you fear about becoming an adult?
What was the first book that you remember reading just for fun?
What early lessons from childhood have you continued to follow throughout life?
What fads did you embrace while growing up?
What childhood or high school dreams are you now glad never came true?
Name five childhood accomplishments.
What was the hardest thing about growing up?
What buzzword or phrase was highly popular during your teenage years?
How was your birthday usually celebrated?
Did you believe in the tooth fairy?
What are the biggest gaps in your education?
Of what early accomplishment are you most proud?
What is the way you like best to learn?
What was the number of students in your high school graduating class?
What do you do now to continue your education?
What did you discover about yourself in high school?
Did you go to college?
What was your major in college and how did you pick it?
Do you prepare thoroughly for tests?
What lessons have you learned between youth and now?
What magical things happened in your childhood that you still cannot explain?
What did you learn from your parents?
What family tradition would you love to continue and pass on?
Your mother often said _____.
What does your ethnic and cultural background mean to you?
What family trait would you like to pass on to your descendants?
How often did your parents say they loved you when you were young?
What are the ways that you tried to make your parents happy?
What values did your parents instill in you?
What do you think of families with two mothers or two fathers?
In your family, did everyone have their own seat at the dinner table?
If you were infertile, would you adopt?
What is the first thing that comes to mind when you think of your family?
Do you think that intelligence is related to genetics?
What is something that you wish for your father?
What is one thing you really appreciate about your family?
Does marriage mean the same to you as to your parents?
What did/ do you call your grandparents?
What does true friendship mean?
What do your friends find likeable about you?
With whom would you like to develop a closer relationship?
You are embarrassed when you _____.
How do you like to show love to people who are special to you?
How sociable are you?
Whose advice do you listen to? And what type of advice do they give?
Who is the most innocent person you know? Why?
In your closest relationships, what is the connection between intimacy and independence?
What social situations make you flustered or nervous?
Who do you usually spend the holidays with?
How important is it for you to be popular?
Do you prefer company or solitude?
How do you most often communicate your feelings to close friends when they are not near?
What is the nicest thing you have ever done for someone else?
How would you spend six hours with your best friend?
Where is your favorite place to sit at home?
Do friends call you before they stop by?
What do you look for in a friend now?
What qualities would your relationships ideally have?
What grabs your attention when someone walks by?
What charity work have you done?
How do you prefer that affection is expressed toward you?
What are two things that help people have a close relationship?
What kinds of people do you like the most?
Who is the kindest person you have ever known?
What quality do you like most in a person?
What makes someone unforgettable?
What are three good reasons someone should have you for a friend?
How long have you known your best friend?
What have you learned from your enemies?
Are you slow to trust people?
What traits do you not like in other people?
You can tell a lot about a person by _____.
What is a parent's greatest accomplishment?
What do you think is the most difficult aspect of being a parent today?
How many children have you planed to have?
What is the greatest lesson a child ever taught you?
Is it harder, easier, or the same to love an adopted child?
When should you tell a child that there is no Santa Clause?
What is the oldest age that you would want to begin parenthood?
How can you make your mom or dad smile?
Do you like to be around children?
What is your definition of love and how would you describe it to a child?
What is the most exciting thing you have ever done on a dare?
List ten things that you like to do for fun. Were they on your list five years ago?
What song best captures an experience or feeling you had?
What was the last book that you read and why did you choose it?
During which movie did you laugh the most?
What is the most fun you have ever had?
What book do you strongly recommend?
What song do you consider the most romantic?
Would you sing karaoke in front of strangers?
Would you compete in a beauty contest?
What figures do you doodle?
Do you enjoy playing games or have to win to enjoy?
Do you like being on the phone?
Do you mark in the books you read and why?
What performer would you most like to see in person?
What songs do you know by heart?
What things have you made by hand for people?
What circus act would you like to perform?
Where do you shop the most?
Do you write letters or postcards?
What picture would you like of something?
What song makes you instantly happy?
What is something you do to relax?
Do you prefer quiet of vivid paintings?
If you could paint anything in the world what would it be?
Do you color in coloring books?
Who is the most romantic singer?
What thoughts and feelings come to mind when you think of "play"?
If you were an artist, what would the theme of your drawings or paintings be?
Do you keep a sketchbook or diary?
Does it usually take you a long time or a short time to read a book?
Would you rather swim in the ocean or in a pool?
Do you think you are hard on yourself?
What is something you would like to do to improve your life?
What type of underwear do you prefer? Do you care what color it is?
Over the course of your life, what have you probably spent more time pondering than anything else?
In what ways are you creative?
Do you talk in your sleep?
Do you RSVP or ignore responding?
Are you well organized?
Do you set your watch exactly, ahead, or behind?
What is your favorite ice cream flavor and brand?
What do you often dream of?
Do you watch what you eat, or eat what you want?
Are you patient or impatient while waiting for something?
What is one of the simple pleasures in life you truly enjoy?
Do you seek out new experiences every day?
Do you prefer to watch or participate?
Do you prefer typing or writing in longhand?
What do you think about when you daydream?
Do you make the bed daily?
What do you wish for on pennies in a wishing well?
Do you dream in color or black and white?
Do you believe in love at first sight?
What is you favorite type of kiss?
How long does it usually take before you will sleep with someone?
What are the best reasons for getting married?
Do you believe it is possible to be with one person for the rest of your life?
What terms of endearment do you use?
Have you ever been in love with more than one person at a time?
What is a fulfilled sexual fantasy of yours?
What are the ways you like love to be shown to you?
What happened to your first love?
Define the perfect marriage?
Is marriage an outdated institution?
What is love and what makes love last?
Define "intimacy".
What about love makes you afraid?
In a relationship, how much independence do you need?
Are you possessive or jealous by nature?
What is the typical reason you end the relationship?
What is your strongest sexual asset?
Do you believe soul mates meet by accident or destiny?
What makes you blush?
Do you think honesty is always the best policy?
Do you think it is possible to live with no regrets?
What is your greatest talent?
What legacy would you like to leave behind?
Do you like or dislike change?
What is the most beautiful word in the English language?
What is your worst nightmare and how often do you have nightmares?
What will and will you not compromise on?
What things were you once afraid of, but are no longer?
Which of life's mysteries are you most curious about?
What superhero powers would you like to have?
Where do you have immense patience and very little patience?
What are some big things that make you happy?
What gives you a feeling of abundance in life?
Are you an optimist or a pessimist?
What three wishes do you have for your genie in a bottle?
What are you proudest of about yourself?
What is your need for privacy?
What is the worst thing that could happen to you if you took a risk and failed?
What is the best thing that could happen to you if you took a risk and succeeded?
How do you want your obituary to read?
Anticipation or the real thing, which is better?
What are the things you must do before you die?
What is the most interesting question has anyone ever asked you?
What makes you sad?
If you could create something very beautiful, what would it be?
What is your secret passion?
Do you like or dislike challenges?
How does one become a person of character?
What are your unfulfilled dreams?
What are some little things that make you happy?
When you look back on your life, what amazes you the most?
Are you an emotional person?
What is a secret that you keep from almost everyone?
What is one inhibition that you would like to loose?
Do you think there is life elsewhere in the universe?
Would you rather laugh or make others laugh?
Do you believe in fate?
Do you believe in self- fulfilling prophecy?
Is less more?
Are you a predictable or unpredictable person?
Are you a thinker or a doer?
Do you change your mind often or stick to your guns?
What do you like to do to life your spirits?
Of what ideas and lifestyles are you more tolerant of now than when you were younger?
What is the silliest thing people do in general?
What freedom do you value most?
Have you learned more from your successes or failures?
What is a fundamental truth that you hold?
Are you sympathetic to the underdog?
Who would you like others to think you are?
Do you concentrate on one great cause?
What is your favorite provision of the constitution?
What do you think is good about the world?
What are restrictions that you cannot stand living with?
Where are you likely to find untold treasures?
What is one thing in life that you care most deeply about?
What truth have you learned that you want to share?
Which would you like more, fame or success?
What is the perfect age and why?
How do you know "right" from "wrong"?
When is surrendering a weakness and when is it a strength/
What are three questions that you would like a world survey on?
What thought or sentiment would you like to put in fortune cookies?
Have you ever marched for or against anything?
While growing up, what did war mean to you?
What do you think of the creation and use of an international language?
Genetic engineering: beneficial or unnatural and potentially harmful?
What is your opinion of the draft?
How important is it to you to vote in local and national elections?
What is our country's most pressing problem today?
What will be the most powerful nation in 100 years?
If you were on a jury, could you send someone to death if he or she was found guilty of murder?
Why do you vote for "your" political party?
What news events have fascinated you?
How do you stand on the issue of abortion? Are you pro- life or pro- choice?
What do you think of equality in the military?
What is sacred?
The Bible: fiction or nonfiction?
Are you familiar with the beliefs of other spiritual traditions? Is there one that particularly interests you?
What additional commandment would you add to the ten?
Have you ever had psychic intuition or premonition?
Have any predictions for you come true?
If you believe in life after death, where do you think you are going or what do you think you are coming back as?
Do you read astrology column(s) regularly?
What is heaven like?
Do you believe in good luck charms?
Do you believe in miracles?
Does prayer help save people?
Have you ever doubted there was a God?
Do you believe in superstitions and how superstitious are you?
Do you believe in dj vu?
What do you really believe in?
Do you believe in angels?
What does God look like?
Do you believe in ESP, telepathy, telekinesis, clairvoyance, or channeling?
When between Thanksgiving and Christmas does your holiday spirit peak?
Do you believe there are witches?
Do you believe in the Devil or demons?
Do you believe there is a hell? If so, how can you keep from going there?
What were the most important holidays in your childhood home?
What are the qualities you love about being human?
What do you consider as a necessary evil(s)?
What is it about spirituality that brings us so much satisfaction?
What experience fills you with peace?
What important decisions have you based on intuition?
What is your individual purpose on Earth?
Does your happiness outweigh regret in general?
Do you believe in destiny or choice?
What is your biggest regret?
What about beauty draws us to it and why does it make us feel good?
What is the greatest leap of faith you have taken?
What is your idea of paradise, either before or after death?
What are the things that you used to be afraid of?
Are there unforgivable acts? What are they and why?
Define "the good life".
How do you measure a person's success in life?
Is failure always bad and success always good?
What would your occupation have been in the Old/Wild West?
Does your work keep you awake at night? Why?
Do you have a calling?
If you could have had any job in history, what would it be and why?
In what field of endeavor would you like a two hour crash course?
Are you a better talker or listener?
Are you practical or ingenious?
How much time per day do you devote to yourself?
How forgetful are you?
Do you believe a person is defined by what he or she does for a living? Why?
Do you think people would be surprised about your thoughts? Why?
Are you willing to pay the price of success?
What is your greatest ability or gift?
What was the first time you discovered power?
What is your favorite way of wasting time?
What do you consider wasting time?
What is the highest honor you have ever received?
What is the most important thing to know about you?
So I try to keep up with all the bulletins that come across MySpace. One of the things that I have noticed is that it seems that everyone likes filling out those surveys and questionnaires. The ones filled with all sorts of questions. Some silly, some nonsensical, and some run of the mill. But really, why do I want to know what is the closest purple object to you? I love reading about what strikes your fancy and what information you are going to reveal to the world at large, but I actually do want to get to know my friends better.
I find that I am constantly changing and am sure you all are too. And there is so much information that creates the fabric of our unique existence, that no matter how much we share about ourselves, there will always be mysteries yet to be revealed.
So I made up a Survey of my own. One with real questions. (Not saying that the other surveys aren't filled with real questions, but you know what I mean.)
These are questions that I would love to know the answers to Nothing about what sort of coffee you drink, though that was useful information. No fluff, no filler. I figure if you took the time to answer those silly MySpace questions, you might answer these. Of course, my questions are far more revealing and intimate. I am sure more consuming as well.
But remember, Dear Friends, the only bad question is the one left unasked So I am asking
What was your most memorable toy as a child?
Why were you given your name and does it have special meaning?
What was the craziest thing that you did in your youth?
What tokens of your childhood do you wish you had saved?
What about being a child do you miss the most?
Did you try to grow up in a hurry?
What did you look forward to most as a child?
What did you wish for more often and/ or more sincerely than anything else?
What did you fear about becoming an adult?
What was the first book that you remember reading just for fun?
What early lessons from childhood have you continued to follow throughout life?
What fads did you embrace while growing up?
What childhood or high school dreams are you now glad never came true?
Name five childhood accomplishments.
What was the hardest thing about growing up?
What buzzword or phrase was highly popular during your teenage years?
How was your birthday usually celebrated?
Did you believe in the tooth fairy?
What are the biggest gaps in your education?
Of what early accomplishment are you most proud?
What is the way you like best to learn?
What was the number of students in your high school graduating class?
What do you do now to continue your education?
What did you discover about yourself in high school?
Did you go to college?
What was your major in college and how did you pick it?
Do you prepare thoroughly for tests?
What lessons have you learned between youth and now?
What magical things happened in your childhood that you still cannot explain?
What did you learn from your parents?
What family tradition would you love to continue and pass on?
Your mother often said _____.
What does your ethnic and cultural background mean to you?
What family trait would you like to pass on to your descendants?
How often did your parents say they loved you when you were young?
What are the ways that you tried to make your parents happy?
What values did your parents instill in you?
What do you think of families with two mothers or two fathers?
In your family, did everyone have their own seat at the dinner table?
If you were infertile, would you adopt?
What is the first thing that comes to mind when you think of your family?
Do you think that intelligence is related to genetics?
What is something that you wish for your father?
What is one thing you really appreciate about your family?
Does marriage mean the same to you as to your parents?
What did/ do you call your grandparents?
What does true friendship mean?
What do your friends find likeable about you?
With whom would you like to develop a closer relationship?
You are embarrassed when you _____.
How do you like to show love to people who are special to you?
How sociable are you?
Whose advice do you listen to? And what type of advice do they give?
Who is the most innocent person you know? Why?
In your closest relationships, what is the connection between intimacy and independence?
What social situations make you flustered or nervous?
Who do you usually spend the holidays with?
How important is it for you to be popular?
Do you prefer company or solitude?
How do you most often communicate your feelings to close friends when they are not near?
What is the nicest thing you have ever done for someone else?
How would you spend six hours with your best friend?
Where is your favorite place to sit at home?
Do friends call you before they stop by?
What do you look for in a friend now?
What qualities would your relationships ideally have?
What grabs your attention when someone walks by?
What charity work have you done?
How do you prefer that affection is expressed toward you?
What are two things that help people have a close relationship?
What kinds of people do you like the most?
Who is the kindest person you have ever known?
What quality do you like most in a person?
What makes someone unforgettable?
What are three good reasons someone should have you for a friend?
How long have you known your best friend?
What have you learned from your enemies?
Are you slow to trust people?
What traits do you not like in other people?
You can tell a lot about a person by _____.
What is a parent's greatest accomplishment?
What do you think is the most difficult aspect of being a parent today?
How many children have you planed to have?
What is the greatest lesson a child ever taught you?
Is it harder, easier, or the same to love an adopted child?
When should you tell a child that there is no Santa Clause?
What is the oldest age that you would want to begin parenthood?
How can you make your mom or dad smile?
Do you like to be around children?
What is your definition of love and how would you describe it to a child?
What is the most exciting thing you have ever done on a dare?
List ten things that you like to do for fun. Were they on your list five years ago?
What song best captures an experience or feeling you had?
What was the last book that you read and why did you choose it?
During which movie did you laugh the most?
What is the most fun you have ever had?
What book do you strongly recommend?
What song do you consider the most romantic?
Would you sing karaoke in front of strangers?
Would you compete in a beauty contest?
What figures do you doodle?
Do you enjoy playing games or have to win to enjoy?
Do you like being on the phone?
Do you mark in the books you read and why?
What performer would you most like to see in person?
What songs do you know by heart?
What things have you made by hand for people?
What circus act would you like to perform?
Where do you shop the most?
Do you write letters or postcards?
What picture would you like of something?
What song makes you instantly happy?
What is something you do to relax?
Do you prefer quiet of vivid paintings?
If you could paint anything in the world what would it be?
Do you color in coloring books?
Who is the most romantic singer?
What thoughts and feelings come to mind when you think of "play"?
If you were an artist, what would the theme of your drawings or paintings be?
Do you keep a sketchbook or diary?
Does it usually take you a long time or a short time to read a book?
Would you rather swim in the ocean or in a pool?
Do you think you are hard on yourself?
What is something you would like to do to improve your life?
What type of underwear do you prefer? Do you care what color it is?
Over the course of your life, what have you probably spent more time pondering than anything else?
In what ways are you creative?
Do you talk in your sleep?
Do you RSVP or ignore responding?
Are you well organized?
Do you set your watch exactly, ahead, or behind?
What is your favorite ice cream flavor and brand?
What do you often dream of?
Do you watch what you eat, or eat what you want?
Are you patient or impatient while waiting for something?
What is one of the simple pleasures in life you truly enjoy?
Do you seek out new experiences every day?
Do you prefer to watch or participate?
Do you prefer typing or writing in longhand?
What do you think about when you daydream?
Do you make the bed daily?
What do you wish for on pennies in a wishing well?
Do you dream in color or black and white?
Do you believe in love at first sight?
What is you favorite type of kiss?
How long does it usually take before you will sleep with someone?
What are the best reasons for getting married?
Do you believe it is possible to be with one person for the rest of your life?
What terms of endearment do you use?
Have you ever been in love with more than one person at a time?
What is a fulfilled sexual fantasy of yours?
What are the ways you like love to be shown to you?
What happened to your first love?
Define the perfect marriage?
Is marriage an outdated institution?
What is love and what makes love last?
Define "intimacy".
What about love makes you afraid?
In a relationship, how much independence do you need?
Are you possessive or jealous by nature?
What is the typical reason you end the relationship?
What is your strongest sexual asset?
Do you believe soul mates meet by accident or destiny?
What makes you blush?
Do you think honesty is always the best policy?
Do you think it is possible to live with no regrets?
What is your greatest talent?
What legacy would you like to leave behind?
Do you like or dislike change?
What is the most beautiful word in the English language?
What is your worst nightmare and how often do you have nightmares?
What will and will you not compromise on?
What things were you once afraid of, but are no longer?
Which of life's mysteries are you most curious about?
What superhero powers would you like to have?
Where do you have immense patience and very little patience?
What are some big things that make you happy?
What gives you a feeling of abundance in life?
Are you an optimist or a pessimist?
What three wishes do you have for your genie in a bottle?
What are you proudest of about yourself?
What is your need for privacy?
What is the worst thing that could happen to you if you took a risk and failed?
What is the best thing that could happen to you if you took a risk and succeeded?
How do you want your obituary to read?
Anticipation or the real thing, which is better?
What are the things you must do before you die?
What is the most interesting question has anyone ever asked you?
What makes you sad?
If you could create something very beautiful, what would it be?
What is your secret passion?
Do you like or dislike challenges?
How does one become a person of character?
What are your unfulfilled dreams?
What are some little things that make you happy?
When you look back on your life, what amazes you the most?
Are you an emotional person?
What is a secret that you keep from almost everyone?
What is one inhibition that you would like to loose?
Do you think there is life elsewhere in the universe?
Would you rather laugh or make others laugh?
Do you believe in fate?
Do you believe in self- fulfilling prophecy?
Is less more?
Are you a predictable or unpredictable person?
Are you a thinker or a doer?
Do you change your mind often or stick to your guns?
What do you like to do to life your spirits?
Of what ideas and lifestyles are you more tolerant of now than when you were younger?
What is the silliest thing people do in general?
What freedom do you value most?
Have you learned more from your successes or failures?
What is a fundamental truth that you hold?
Are you sympathetic to the underdog?
Who would you like others to think you are?
Do you concentrate on one great cause?
What is your favorite provision of the constitution?
What do you think is good about the world?
What are restrictions that you cannot stand living with?
Where are you likely to find untold treasures?
What is one thing in life that you care most deeply about?
What truth have you learned that you want to share?
Which would you like more, fame or success?
What is the perfect age and why?
How do you know "right" from "wrong"?
When is surrendering a weakness and when is it a strength/
What are three questions that you would like a world survey on?
What thought or sentiment would you like to put in fortune cookies?
Have you ever marched for or against anything?
While growing up, what did war mean to you?
What do you think of the creation and use of an international language?
Genetic engineering: beneficial or unnatural and potentially harmful?
What is your opinion of the draft?
How important is it to you to vote in local and national elections?
What is our country's most pressing problem today?
What will be the most powerful nation in 100 years?
If you were on a jury, could you send someone to death if he or she was found guilty of murder?
Why do you vote for "your" political party?
What news events have fascinated you?
How do you stand on the issue of abortion? Are you pro- life or pro- choice?
What do you think of equality in the military?
What is sacred?
The Bible: fiction or nonfiction?
Are you familiar with the beliefs of other spiritual traditions? Is there one that particularly interests you?
What additional commandment would you add to the ten?
Have you ever had psychic intuition or premonition?
Have any predictions for you come true?
If you believe in life after death, where do you think you are going or what do you think you are coming back as?
Do you read astrology column(s) regularly?
What is heaven like?
Do you believe in good luck charms?
Do you believe in miracles?
Does prayer help save people?
Have you ever doubted there was a God?
Do you believe in superstitions and how superstitious are you?
Do you believe in dj vu?
What do you really believe in?
Do you believe in angels?
What does God look like?
Do you believe in ESP, telepathy, telekinesis, clairvoyance, or channeling?
When between Thanksgiving and Christmas does your holiday spirit peak?
Do you believe there are witches?
Do you believe in the Devil or demons?
Do you believe there is a hell? If so, how can you keep from going there?
What were the most important holidays in your childhood home?
What are the qualities you love about being human?
What do you consider as a necessary evil(s)?
What is it about spirituality that brings us so much satisfaction?
What experience fills you with peace?
What important decisions have you based on intuition?
What is your individual purpose on Earth?
Does your happiness outweigh regret in general?
Do you believe in destiny or choice?
What is your biggest regret?
What about beauty draws us to it and why does it make us feel good?
What is the greatest leap of faith you have taken?
What is your idea of paradise, either before or after death?
What are the things that you used to be afraid of?
Are there unforgivable acts? What are they and why?
Define "the good life".
How do you measure a person's success in life?
Is failure always bad and success always good?
What would your occupation have been in the Old/Wild West?
Does your work keep you awake at night? Why?
Do you have a calling?
If you could have had any job in history, what would it be and why?
In what field of endeavor would you like a two hour crash course?
Are you a better talker or listener?
Are you practical or ingenious?
How much time per day do you devote to yourself?
How forgetful are you?
Do you believe a person is defined by what he or she does for a living? Why?
Do you think people would be surprised about your thoughts? Why?
Are you willing to pay the price of success?
What is your greatest ability or gift?
What was the first time you discovered power?
What is your favorite way of wasting time?
What do you consider wasting time?
What is the highest honor you have ever received?
What is the most important thing to know about you?
Wednesday, March 8, 2006
Why You Should Work Out at Home...
Dear Friends;
So I know that I just posted a blog not so long ago and I really did promise to pace myself… but here it is… another day in the life of adventure story…
So I have decided that Springtime is in the air and that I need to be in top Springtime shape… Not to mention that I have discovered that I have a plethora of unused energy these days and no way to expend it… Wow… So the gym is where I can be found running up virtual stairs in attempt to exhaust my body enough so that my brain can function…
Apparently though, my brain does not function properly while on the machines… only after… And as I am not used to hitting the gym so early in the evening, I usually go it alone… Which may not be the case after you read what happened tonight…
I was fortunate (and I am using this word loosely here in recollection of the events…) to have a friend go with me to the gym tonight… She was okay with sitting on the recumbent bicycle next to the climber in the middle of cardio hell…
Now for the proper visual you need to be familiar with the distance between us. About three feet between machines and roughly three feet in height because she is sitting and I am greatly elevated.
So as you can well imagine… Trying to carry on a conversation was rather difficult… And when you add in the noise of the masses all trying to burn the butter off of their bodies all in the same room… Well as for me, I could read her lips… So she could speak softly. Me, on the other hand, I had to speak up. Like when you are talking to that dear elderly relative at the thanksgiving table and are asking them to pass the stuffing… Or when you say something because the volume is really loud on the radio and then all of a sudden they break to commercial… Or you are talking about Lenten resolutions and springtime accomplishments and say something like “You know, I just really need to get a girlfriend…” and this really hot guy decides that at that moment he is going to pass in between your machines and then give you this look like “ Well that’s too bad, I would have asked you out but clearly you are looking for someone with different qualifications…”
And that dear friends is exactly what happened… And not that it was that bad, but the guy on the machine on the other side just shook his head, gave me a long ponder and dismounted his machine… And the guy on the treadmill behind me got off and jockeyed into the newly vacated climber… and he had that “hey baby” grin…
So then my friend is watching all this, and she starts laughing… And heads start turning… And guys are talking to each other and then looking back… And yeah…
So I think that I am better off ending the sweat fest and going to the safety of home for the night…
So Dear friends, this is where you think the story ends, right? Oh but that would not be quite an adventure…
So as we are trekking out to the car which just had to be parked at the far end of the lot, We are laughing about the timing of announcing to the world about my need to get a girlfriend and how that was perceived… (And really, just where have you all gone with it, my Dear Friends who know me so well?? See what a total stranger would think…)
And just as I am saying it again… will I ever learn? There is a small cough and this buffed out guy struts past us in the “hah! I am the MAN” walk… Like he was auditioning for the part for us… And just as he got into his car he stopped and looked to see if we were watching him… Help please!
Nope no help… I am digging myself deeper Dear Friends… Because I switch to a different topic… Sex and the art of perfecting male stimulation…Which I had just been privy to new breaking information and felt the need to share with a close friend so that the information continues to be passed along… (Which is what you should do with useful information… Share it with others, education is a powerful thing and should not be wasted… But I veer off the subject…)
So as I am telling her about this powerful information, yes, another guy walks behind us and another and then another…
Where do they all hide when you want one? I mean, I love men, and I always want them… But the timing was all off… or was it just me?
It was me… Turns out that I am still all spun up and am far too playful to really care… I am in the "Hah! My tongue is longer than yours" state of mind… (Which is what I said...) To which she replied… "You really should get a girlfriend… You could make a woman very happy with that…"
After a few horse and Gene Simmons comments… I realized that there is no way I could have a girlfriend… We would end up spending all the time we were together talking and laughing and gossiping and checking out clothes and playing show and tell with the new tan, manicure, tattoo, shoes, haircut, etc… That nothing would ever happen because there would be no time left…
So I know that I just posted a blog not so long ago and I really did promise to pace myself… but here it is… another day in the life of adventure story…
So I have decided that Springtime is in the air and that I need to be in top Springtime shape… Not to mention that I have discovered that I have a plethora of unused energy these days and no way to expend it… Wow… So the gym is where I can be found running up virtual stairs in attempt to exhaust my body enough so that my brain can function…
Apparently though, my brain does not function properly while on the machines… only after… And as I am not used to hitting the gym so early in the evening, I usually go it alone… Which may not be the case after you read what happened tonight…
I was fortunate (and I am using this word loosely here in recollection of the events…) to have a friend go with me to the gym tonight… She was okay with sitting on the recumbent bicycle next to the climber in the middle of cardio hell…
Now for the proper visual you need to be familiar with the distance between us. About three feet between machines and roughly three feet in height because she is sitting and I am greatly elevated.
So as you can well imagine… Trying to carry on a conversation was rather difficult… And when you add in the noise of the masses all trying to burn the butter off of their bodies all in the same room… Well as for me, I could read her lips… So she could speak softly. Me, on the other hand, I had to speak up. Like when you are talking to that dear elderly relative at the thanksgiving table and are asking them to pass the stuffing… Or when you say something because the volume is really loud on the radio and then all of a sudden they break to commercial… Or you are talking about Lenten resolutions and springtime accomplishments and say something like “You know, I just really need to get a girlfriend…” and this really hot guy decides that at that moment he is going to pass in between your machines and then give you this look like “ Well that’s too bad, I would have asked you out but clearly you are looking for someone with different qualifications…”
And that dear friends is exactly what happened… And not that it was that bad, but the guy on the machine on the other side just shook his head, gave me a long ponder and dismounted his machine… And the guy on the treadmill behind me got off and jockeyed into the newly vacated climber… and he had that “hey baby” grin…
So then my friend is watching all this, and she starts laughing… And heads start turning… And guys are talking to each other and then looking back… And yeah…
So I think that I am better off ending the sweat fest and going to the safety of home for the night…
So Dear friends, this is where you think the story ends, right? Oh but that would not be quite an adventure…
So as we are trekking out to the car which just had to be parked at the far end of the lot, We are laughing about the timing of announcing to the world about my need to get a girlfriend and how that was perceived… (And really, just where have you all gone with it, my Dear Friends who know me so well?? See what a total stranger would think…)
And just as I am saying it again… will I ever learn? There is a small cough and this buffed out guy struts past us in the “hah! I am the MAN” walk… Like he was auditioning for the part for us… And just as he got into his car he stopped and looked to see if we were watching him… Help please!
Nope no help… I am digging myself deeper Dear Friends… Because I switch to a different topic… Sex and the art of perfecting male stimulation…Which I had just been privy to new breaking information and felt the need to share with a close friend so that the information continues to be passed along… (Which is what you should do with useful information… Share it with others, education is a powerful thing and should not be wasted… But I veer off the subject…)
So as I am telling her about this powerful information, yes, another guy walks behind us and another and then another…
Where do they all hide when you want one? I mean, I love men, and I always want them… But the timing was all off… or was it just me?
It was me… Turns out that I am still all spun up and am far too playful to really care… I am in the "Hah! My tongue is longer than yours" state of mind… (Which is what I said...) To which she replied… "You really should get a girlfriend… You could make a woman very happy with that…"
After a few horse and Gene Simmons comments… I realized that there is no way I could have a girlfriend… We would end up spending all the time we were together talking and laughing and gossiping and checking out clothes and playing show and tell with the new tan, manicure, tattoo, shoes, haircut, etc… That nothing would ever happen because there would be no time left…
Wednesday, March 1, 2006
Top 20 Reasons to be HAPPY...
Top 20 Reasons to be HAPPY in March
1. maybe someday
2. Experiencing a visit from the green fairy
3. Finally being rid of the Arizona dirt devils, dust bunnies and mud monsters
4. Surviving the Bates Motel in Gila Bend
5. Satin sheet slip-n-slide
6. Wearing face paint and polka dots
7. Discovering a love for blue eyeliner
8. Friends who will drop everything to sit in a restraint until 2am to talk
9. De-brief parties
10. Indulging in girly-time get-togethers
11. New play clothes
12. Generalized infatuation with the opposite sex
13. Having three new instant pick-me-up songs
14. Knee socks
15. Receiving a fabulous kick in the butt just when you need it most
16. Black cherry brownie delight milkshakes from Sonic
17. Actually wearing shorts to the gym
18. Bonding with the parental units
19. Flying vs. driving
20. Traveling light for the first time
1. maybe someday
2. Experiencing a visit from the green fairy
3. Finally being rid of the Arizona dirt devils, dust bunnies and mud monsters
4. Surviving the Bates Motel in Gila Bend
5. Satin sheet slip-n-slide
6. Wearing face paint and polka dots
7. Discovering a love for blue eyeliner
8. Friends who will drop everything to sit in a restraint until 2am to talk
9. De-brief parties
10. Indulging in girly-time get-togethers
11. New play clothes
12. Generalized infatuation with the opposite sex
13. Having three new instant pick-me-up songs
14. Knee socks
15. Receiving a fabulous kick in the butt just when you need it most
16. Black cherry brownie delight milkshakes from Sonic
17. Actually wearing shorts to the gym
18. Bonding with the parental units
19. Flying vs. driving
20. Traveling light for the first time
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