As some of you may know, my threshold for caffeine tolerance is low. In fact, up until a few years ago, I couldn't even tolerate one cup of chai without going bezerk. Let's just say the house has never been cleaner then when I've had a bit too much of the stuff. Not too mention I hate like a crazy person.
Which isn't really unusual, but that's not the point I'm trying to make. Over the last few years I've been working on my tolerance level and it's improving quite a bit. There are some days that I can have a cup of chai or tea after 3pm even and still get to bed a decent hour.
And for a night owl like me, a decent time is like 11pm to midnight, on a school night.
Yesterday however my whole routine was thrown off. The state of Wisconsin has district wide teacher's conventions for Thursday and Friday. Therefore the kids have off of school. Our church is hosting a Fall Teen Retreat which some of the kids from our church and school went to.
They were to leave on Thursday morning. This would imply, for those like me-who think logically-that our school is also out. The oldest are homeschooled, but LiL' J is still at the Christian school. Since the camp hosted a Fall Retreat, with the idea that all the kids would have Thursday and Friday off, we just assumed that meant our school too, which is majorly connected to the camp.
We even asked the kid if he had school. He said no, because he overheard his brother telling everyone that all the kids have the days off. You'd think we'd double check but, you know, it made sense. Why would the church participate in this retreat knowing that more than half of the kids going attend the Christian school, if they didn't in fact have the days off?
So I sleep in a little later than usual, I tidy up, make my to-do lists, and make some coffee. Yes, you read that right. I, Melissa, actually not only know how to make coffee now, but I intended on drinking it. I guess in my absence I never really thought about blogging about this minor change in my life. What with my whole person and life being a constant metamorphosis, such a tiny detail, like becoming a coffee drinker at 33, seemed insignificant. But I have and I am and so that's that. Maybe when I'm not feeling like a drug user in withdrawal I'll share my journey into the world of java. The kind of java that doesn't involve frothy-icy-goodness with 54 grams of sugary chocolate sauce that is which was the only way I'd touch coffee before. Although, I do take cream and sugar, thank you for asking.
I thought you should know that, you know, in cause I ever get invited to your house for a grown-up tea party; grown-ups only of course.
So where was I? Yeah, so I'm a flakey mom that didn't get her seven year old off to school. Instead I let him watch The Chipmunk Adventures pretty much all day. No, they don't play The Chipmunks on TV anymore. But, uh...Hello, I am a child of the 80s and what kind of mother would I be if I didn't share the adorableness that is the Alvin and the Chipmunks? Tchah. A very uncool one.
My children have a crazy mother. I think that is enough. I might be certifiable some days, but darn it, I'm cool. I can't believe I let the boy miss school though. Not only did I listen to my husband, who took the word of a seven year old and a seventeen year old, but I also let him eat Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and jalapeño Crunchers for breakfast.
OK, you can all stop gasping now. I know it. What WAS I thinking? Goodness sakes sometimes I'm patting myself on the back and other times I wonder why God saw fit to give me four children. I know some of you aren't judging, you know you've done it too. What do you think pop-tarts are? It's candy disguised as a breakfast food. And if the school can serve ketchup as a vegetable now, then my child had a vegetable for breakfast. Potatoes are vegetables. True enough, that's a weak excuse, but my husband made up for it later when he brought the kid a burger. Hmm, my child's diet today consisted of candy and burgers. Maybe I should just shut up now.
Anyways, J and Mooch were at friend's houses. I was trying to clean, make phone calls, occupy Vinny, and corral LiL' J into something more productive. He felt the need to rewind the movie over and over to the same part. "We're the boys, we're the boys, we're the boys of rock-n-rowllllll...yaw" Then I had to call the insurance company because for some reason or another (it's always something) they can't find The Husband's license on file. In all that, I guess I didn't notice that I had drunk way too much coffee. I drank three full cups in fact, and I never even paid attention to how late in the day it was.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I have been up ALL night. I haven't slept in 22 hours. Yes, it's 10am and I'm going to finally go crash. J will be happy; he will have gotten out of school after all. They are old enough to do most of their book work without my having to hold their hand, but I can barely get J to concentrate on his studies while I'm sitting right next to him. Never mind if I'm sick or out of sorts.
I've learned my lesson.
I won't drink more than two cups of coffee.
I won't get off of my schedule
I will only drink caffeine before noon.
I won't, I won't, I will.
On a totally random note, it's a rainy, overcast, blustery kind of day. I want hot cocoa with whipped cream, a big bar of dark chocolate with almonds, a pair of fuzzy-wuzzy knee-high socks, and my Pride and Prejudice DVD.
I do, I do, and I do know that I am stubborn.
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October 26, 2007
June 29, 2006
A Long Dark Winter
I don't feel like writing. I don't feel like anything but blah. I've gotten your emails. I am sorry to be such a schlup, but I'm far too mean to return emails lately. I know updates are wanted, but I'm just not into it. My impulse to write comes at the most inconvenient times, when the voice and the words can easily flow from my mind, heart, or pen, yet the opportunity to do so isn't there. And I couldn't be bothered.
This winter sucked. I know I'll get emails. For whatever reason, some of my christian peers who read my blog think suck is an inappropriate word and I'm not lady like. Some of them like to send me nasty emails, judging me. Which they're often very good at. I am who I am, and that is that. It didn't stink, it sucked royal ash. This year was the first year I've attempted to home school all three out of four children and I felt like I had no idea what I was doing. Or like they have ever paid attention in a class in their entire lives.
In retrospect, I can see that trials and tribulations work torwards building my patience; my faith; my compassion. My furrowed brow. But the winter was long and dark. And it sucked.
I can see more clearly now. I can see light. But, only most recently. I don't feel as though I'm looking at the world with cataracts. Maybe I had a touch of the winter blues. Maybe I had mental blocks. Emotional blocks. Spiritual blocks. Not enough money. Not enough time. Not enough patience.
Not enough of me.
I felt lost. I lost myself somewhere. I had the big D word again. I realized that I'm like so many other women, moms especially, that seem to fade away into a sea of snotty tissues and sports schedules. This time the depression crept up very slowly. Like the Colorado river carving a canyon into my very being soul. Slowly, bits of myself just fell away, first so inconspciously that I noticed nothing, until all of a sudden there was this massive black hole that is my normal quick- witted, sure-footed self.
Then the thoughts start coming. The ones that good moms aren't supposed to think. Or good wives. Like how do you put into words that you love your children with the very fiber of your being, but sometimes you don't like them? Or that you can't figure out how you've managed to stay married as long as you have without drinking every night. Logically I know it's their behavior I don't like, but it seemed I had less paitence for them then I should have. At some point, even though my senses tell me that the fruits of my labor will come later, I want to act like a two year old and scream, I WANT IT NOW!
When do children step out of their own selfishness for once to see how others matter first, how their inactions or laziness affect others; that the world doesn't indeed revolve around them.
To hell with Martha Stewart's good thing list.
Eating dinner without listening to bickering, jokes about wet farts, or theories about who has the dirtiest undewear. Its a good thing.
Not having to share your drink with backwashing children. Its a good thing.
Actually getting to be alone with your husband more then twice a month. Its a good thing.
Not being woken up night after night because your child doesn't know that bedtime actually means they're supposed to be in bed. Their bed. Now that's a good thing.
I got so sick and tired of the arguing and drama that I thought I might actually excel better at tolerating Chinese water torture over spending even five minutes in a room with these kids. That makes me sad, and not the S.A.D said.
Where's my joy? I used to be Desparate to be a Housewife. This winter I just felt desparate. Desparate for something else. And before I get the emails expounding on how I must have some secret unrepentant sin, lingering unforgiveness or discontent, that's not the case. And there's no major drama or some family secret. If there was, I'd let you send me to Dr. Phil, I promise.
(I could use the free weekend getaway and makeover.)
I'd want to spend a whole Saturday in my room at times, watching the same movies over and over. Just being away from everyone. Away from it all. The weight started creeping on, the thoughts kept coming, the memories of things best forgotten poured out like searing lava leaving a sting in my heart.
Depression sucks. Being cooped up sucks. I felt cooped up all winter and I was.
I've probably missed a lot of oppurtunities to serve God and be a blessing to my family because I've been so miserable. Is this all there is? Is being a mom enough of a ministry? Why is it that, if I want nothing more to be a good wife and mom, and be home with my children, do I feel so unhappy in my house? How can I want all of this, yet often feel so discontent with my domestic life? Why do I feel like there's something more.
And why is it lately I can't handle the sadness. In two years our family has lost three grandparents and one uncle. My friends have suffered. They have lost parents; aunts and uncles; brothers. One of my best friends lost a brother last year to what appears to be suicide or an accidental overdose. Another one of my good friends just tragically lost a brother to suicide. My other good friend has suffered many losses lately and even now is with her family after losing her mother-in-law. I have another friend who has had such deep depression she's wanted to leave this life, leaving behind two beautiful kids. I can't imagine that pain. I feel like I can't tune any of it out. It feels like I'm rapidly downloading data that my hard drive can't hold.
Like, did you know that a large portion of the world's chocolate comes from child labor; even worse, children who are slaves on the Ivory Coast are often forced to work long hours chopping down cacao beans with machetes. If that wasn't a horrendous thought for a chocolate lover, consider that many banana plantations use child labor as well.
Just try to enjoy a banana split now.
Those are not the thoughts of a healthy mind.
I just seem so sensitive to the injustice in my world. I've always been aware of my place as a global citizen, but I've felt so helpless these last few months. I want to do more with my life what. I want to make a difference and leave a legacy. But I spend most of my days cleaning up poop and boogers off the walls.
I'm so annoyed that I haven't taken care of myself. As woman, I always hear the warnings about how important it is to take care of myself, but it seems more like an ironic joke then a reality. Sort of like when doctors put you on bed rest when you have a two year old. And they went to school for like eight years? Are they going to loan me their nanny?
Dr. Numbduts: Why haven't you been taking it easy like I ordered?
Huh? What? Oh, you mean you were serious. I'll take it easy when I can unbirth my other children and stuff them back into my crotch. That might take awhile because my 16 year old is six feet tall and my twelve year old is afraid of small, dark places.
For the last few months I've felt trapped. Lost. Cornered. I'm not old, but I'm not young either, and what do I have to show for it? A basement full of primary colored plastic toys and cat pee stains. A List of To Dos as long as the Mississippi, left unchecked. A mouthful full of would'ves, should'ves, could'ves?
As I write this my 16 year old insists on acting like he's six. God forbid I should get to sit down for a few minutes without using the fire extinguisher or faking a cellphone call to the North Pole. To insist that he do something productive or stay on task for I don't know, say more than four minutes, would be completely unreasonable because his brain cells have shrunk. It's like constant pandemonium around here with their arguing. When you're depressed, every noise hurts, and I can go from o to beast in 2.3 seconds.
I've pondered on anything I'd do differently this year. I've thought about how I'll watch for the early signs more closely if next year comes. And I've thought about anything that might have been missing.
Antidepressants.
This winter sucked. I know I'll get emails. For whatever reason, some of my christian peers who read my blog think suck is an inappropriate word and I'm not lady like. Some of them like to send me nasty emails, judging me. Which they're often very good at. I am who I am, and that is that. It didn't stink, it sucked royal ash. This year was the first year I've attempted to home school all three out of four children and I felt like I had no idea what I was doing. Or like they have ever paid attention in a class in their entire lives.
In retrospect, I can see that trials and tribulations work torwards building my patience; my faith; my compassion. My furrowed brow. But the winter was long and dark. And it sucked.
I can see more clearly now. I can see light. But, only most recently. I don't feel as though I'm looking at the world with cataracts. Maybe I had a touch of the winter blues. Maybe I had mental blocks. Emotional blocks. Spiritual blocks. Not enough money. Not enough time. Not enough patience.
Not enough of me.
I felt lost. I lost myself somewhere. I had the big D word again. I realized that I'm like so many other women, moms especially, that seem to fade away into a sea of snotty tissues and sports schedules. This time the depression crept up very slowly. Like the Colorado river carving a canyon into my very being soul. Slowly, bits of myself just fell away, first so inconspciously that I noticed nothing, until all of a sudden there was this massive black hole that is my normal quick- witted, sure-footed self.
Then the thoughts start coming. The ones that good moms aren't supposed to think. Or good wives. Like how do you put into words that you love your children with the very fiber of your being, but sometimes you don't like them? Or that you can't figure out how you've managed to stay married as long as you have without drinking every night. Logically I know it's their behavior I don't like, but it seemed I had less paitence for them then I should have. At some point, even though my senses tell me that the fruits of my labor will come later, I want to act like a two year old and scream, I WANT IT NOW!
When do children step out of their own selfishness for once to see how others matter first, how their inactions or laziness affect others; that the world doesn't indeed revolve around them.
To hell with Martha Stewart's good thing list.
Eating dinner without listening to bickering, jokes about wet farts, or theories about who has the dirtiest undewear. Its a good thing.
Not having to share your drink with backwashing children. Its a good thing.
Actually getting to be alone with your husband more then twice a month. Its a good thing.
Not being woken up night after night because your child doesn't know that bedtime actually means they're supposed to be in bed. Their bed. Now that's a good thing.
I got so sick and tired of the arguing and drama that I thought I might actually excel better at tolerating Chinese water torture over spending even five minutes in a room with these kids. That makes me sad, and not the S.A.D said.
Where's my joy? I used to be Desparate to be a Housewife. This winter I just felt desparate. Desparate for something else. And before I get the emails expounding on how I must have some secret unrepentant sin, lingering unforgiveness or discontent, that's not the case. And there's no major drama or some family secret. If there was, I'd let you send me to Dr. Phil, I promise.
(I could use the free weekend getaway and makeover.)
I'd want to spend a whole Saturday in my room at times, watching the same movies over and over. Just being away from everyone. Away from it all. The weight started creeping on, the thoughts kept coming, the memories of things best forgotten poured out like searing lava leaving a sting in my heart.
Depression sucks. Being cooped up sucks. I felt cooped up all winter and I was.
I've probably missed a lot of oppurtunities to serve God and be a blessing to my family because I've been so miserable. Is this all there is? Is being a mom enough of a ministry? Why is it that, if I want nothing more to be a good wife and mom, and be home with my children, do I feel so unhappy in my house? How can I want all of this, yet often feel so discontent with my domestic life? Why do I feel like there's something more.
And why is it lately I can't handle the sadness. In two years our family has lost three grandparents and one uncle. My friends have suffered. They have lost parents; aunts and uncles; brothers. One of my best friends lost a brother last year to what appears to be suicide or an accidental overdose. Another one of my good friends just tragically lost a brother to suicide. My other good friend has suffered many losses lately and even now is with her family after losing her mother-in-law. I have another friend who has had such deep depression she's wanted to leave this life, leaving behind two beautiful kids. I can't imagine that pain. I feel like I can't tune any of it out. It feels like I'm rapidly downloading data that my hard drive can't hold.
Like, did you know that a large portion of the world's chocolate comes from child labor; even worse, children who are slaves on the Ivory Coast are often forced to work long hours chopping down cacao beans with machetes. If that wasn't a horrendous thought for a chocolate lover, consider that many banana plantations use child labor as well.
Just try to enjoy a banana split now.
Those are not the thoughts of a healthy mind.
I just seem so sensitive to the injustice in my world. I've always been aware of my place as a global citizen, but I've felt so helpless these last few months. I want to do more with my life what. I want to make a difference and leave a legacy. But I spend most of my days cleaning up poop and boogers off the walls.
I'm so annoyed that I haven't taken care of myself. As woman, I always hear the warnings about how important it is to take care of myself, but it seems more like an ironic joke then a reality. Sort of like when doctors put you on bed rest when you have a two year old. And they went to school for like eight years? Are they going to loan me their nanny?
Dr. Numbduts: Why haven't you been taking it easy like I ordered?
Huh? What? Oh, you mean you were serious. I'll take it easy when I can unbirth my other children and stuff them back into my crotch. That might take awhile because my 16 year old is six feet tall and my twelve year old is afraid of small, dark places.
For the last few months I've felt trapped. Lost. Cornered. I'm not old, but I'm not young either, and what do I have to show for it? A basement full of primary colored plastic toys and cat pee stains. A List of To Dos as long as the Mississippi, left unchecked. A mouthful full of would'ves, should'ves, could'ves?
As I write this my 16 year old insists on acting like he's six. God forbid I should get to sit down for a few minutes without using the fire extinguisher or faking a cellphone call to the North Pole. To insist that he do something productive or stay on task for I don't know, say more than four minutes, would be completely unreasonable because his brain cells have shrunk. It's like constant pandemonium around here with their arguing. When you're depressed, every noise hurts, and I can go from o to beast in 2.3 seconds.
I've pondered on anything I'd do differently this year. I've thought about how I'll watch for the early signs more closely if next year comes. And I've thought about anything that might have been missing.
Antidepressants.
June 14, 2006
Pardon Me
Pardon me, while I figure out who I am lately.
Pardon me, while I try to figure out my place in this life, when so often lately I question what I'm really doing.
Wow, I managed to write something. That felt good. I'm actually opening my eyes these days. For a girl whose blog is titled A Girl in Metamorphosis, I have truly went through about three months of major change. It has left me both terrified, sad, happy, hopeful, nostalgic, grateful, uncertain, and fatter. My heart and mind is all over the place. But, I'm feeling alive again; I'm feeling like scales have been removed from my eyes-I feel like I'm on the precipice of something totally transforming in my life that I can't explain.
Gotta love feel good hormones.
Pardon me, while I try to figure out my place in this life, when so often lately I question what I'm really doing.
Wow, I managed to write something. That felt good. I'm actually opening my eyes these days. For a girl whose blog is titled A Girl in Metamorphosis, I have truly went through about three months of major change. It has left me both terrified, sad, happy, hopeful, nostalgic, grateful, uncertain, and fatter. My heart and mind is all over the place. But, I'm feeling alive again; I'm feeling like scales have been removed from my eyes-I feel like I'm on the precipice of something totally transforming in my life that I can't explain.
Gotta love feel good hormones.
May 04, 2006
I'm Not Dead
No, I'm not. And yes, it's I, Melissa. I'm actually posting. To say I'm not dead. To say forgive me readers and friends, for it has been months since my last blogfession. I'm truly sorry. And I'm even more sorry that I'm going to go to bed now without really giving a proper update as to why I just suddenly stopped posting. It has been too long since I last wrote and yes, I have gotten your emails, I have gotten the hint, I know I was a meanie-bo-beanie for just dropping away like that. I realize now some of you think I'm cool people. It's not you, it's me. I just tend to check out of things. My bad. I've just been burnt out.
Do you forgive me?
Do you forgive me?
January 15, 2006
A Drunk Haircut
It's 4:27 pm. And I'm slightly drunk buzzed. In my defense I rarely drink, so when I do partake of something yummylicious like Baileys, (which is almost never) it doesn't take much before the silly grin sets in. And what do I mean by much? One tiny Baileys and a half. See, this is why I don't drink, and every one must think it's because I'm some sort of Puritan or something, which I am. Not
The Husband is currently being pursued by five different companies. He's thinking of spiffing up a bit and asked if I'd cut his hair.
I have no idea why anyone would want me to cut their hair. I shouldn't be allowed near scissors. My children would walk around looking like they had played beauty shop when no one was looking. Only I had cut their hair. When The Husband and I were first dating back when we were know-it-all teenagers he asked me to cut his hair. I was a little giddy then too. I don't remember what kind of cut he asked for, but I got so carried away that his bangs were a quarter of an inch by the time I was done. He had stubble all around his hairline. He had these little stumps of hair for bangs and when he looked into the mirror I was laughing so hard I almost peed myself. I thought for sure that was the end of R & M for-eva, but he just acted like it was no big deal and kept around and away from anything remotely sharp or electronic. His buddy shaved his head to fix my dastardly haircut and he wore a bandana for months. The funniest part was that even with his shaved head you could totally see how chopped the hair was at the hairline.
So when he asked me if I'd cut his hair, knowing I had a bailey or two in me I finally realized just how senile my 33 year old husband is getting.
You really want me to cut your hair honey? Well sure. Where's the clippers?
The Husband is currently being pursued by five different companies. He's thinking of spiffing up a bit and asked if I'd cut his hair.
I have no idea why anyone would want me to cut their hair. I shouldn't be allowed near scissors. My children would walk around looking like they had played beauty shop when no one was looking. Only I had cut their hair. When The Husband and I were first dating back when we were know-it-all teenagers he asked me to cut his hair. I was a little giddy then too. I don't remember what kind of cut he asked for, but I got so carried away that his bangs were a quarter of an inch by the time I was done. He had stubble all around his hairline. He had these little stumps of hair for bangs and when he looked into the mirror I was laughing so hard I almost peed myself. I thought for sure that was the end of R & M for-eva, but he just acted like it was no big deal and kept around and away from anything remotely sharp or electronic. His buddy shaved his head to fix my dastardly haircut and he wore a bandana for months. The funniest part was that even with his shaved head you could totally see how chopped the hair was at the hairline.
So when he asked me if I'd cut his hair, knowing I had a bailey or two in me I finally realized just how senile my 33 year old husband is getting.
You really want me to cut your hair honey? Well sure. Where's the clippers?
January 13, 2006
Friday Four Meme
The wonderful Mrs. Fun tagged me on Janurary 9th and I'm just now notcing. My bad. Yep, I'm a slowpoke lately. It's always hard to limit favorites as I can never make up my mind. I'm truly a A Girl in Metamorphosis, I'm always changing. I do have the well worn pair of beloved jeans in all areas, I just can't decide which ones to "put on" when I get a meme.
Four jobs you've had in your life (Mom is the coolest, most days)
1~ Ranch hand- I milked a goat among many things
2~Target-Customer Service
3~Hallmark-Shift leader
4~Pizzeria
Four movies you'd watch over and over (Some are ones I'm watching over and over at the moment)
1~Meet the Parents
2~Croutching Tiger Hidden Dragon
3~Shakesphere in Love
4~Girl with a Pearl Earring
Four places you have lived
1~San Diego, California
2~Novi, Michigan (plus Detroit and other suburban towns)
3~Snowflake, Arizona
4~Milwaukee, Wisconsin (currently in a NW suburb)
Four TV shows you love to watch
1. Lost
2~Grey's Anatomy
3~Jeopardy
4~4400
Four places you have been on vacation
1~ Captiva Island, Florida
2~Forest Falls, California (near Big Bear, I also lived there in 6th grade)
3~ Leota, Michigan
4~29 Palms, California
Four websites you visit daily
I don't have daily sites
Four of your favorite foods
1~Tacos
2~Cherries
3~ Smokey grilled Mahi from Tumbleweed
4~ Brownies with walnuts
Four places you would rather be right now
1. Tumbleweed
2~Movie Theater
3~Irish Pub
4~In bed
Four bloggers you are tagging
1. Jinxy
2. Ruby
3. Crystal
4. Kate
Filed under Meme
Four jobs you've had in your life (Mom is the coolest, most days)
1~ Ranch hand- I milked a goat among many things
2~Target-Customer Service
3~Hallmark-Shift leader
4~Pizzeria
Four movies you'd watch over and over (Some are ones I'm watching over and over at the moment)
1~Meet the Parents
2~Croutching Tiger Hidden Dragon
3~Shakesphere in Love
4~Girl with a Pearl Earring
Four places you have lived
1~San Diego, California
2~Novi, Michigan (plus Detroit and other suburban towns)
3~Snowflake, Arizona
4~Milwaukee, Wisconsin (currently in a NW suburb)
Four TV shows you love to watch
1. Lost
2~Grey's Anatomy
3~Jeopardy
4~4400
Four places you have been on vacation
1~ Captiva Island, Florida
2~Forest Falls, California (near Big Bear, I also lived there in 6th grade)
3~ Leota, Michigan
4~29 Palms, California
Four websites you visit daily
I don't have daily sites
Four of your favorite foods
1~Tacos
2~Cherries
3~ Smokey grilled Mahi from Tumbleweed
4~ Brownies with walnuts
Four places you would rather be right now
1. Tumbleweed
2~Movie Theater
3~Irish Pub
4~In bed
Four bloggers you are tagging
1. Jinxy
2. Ruby
3. Crystal
4. Kate
Filed under Meme
January 12, 2006
Brain Shaped Walnuts
This morning while munching on walnuts for breakfast I came across two that totally looked like brains.
There are two things that I know will happen to me. One, I will always find things left behind in library books. Receipts, cards, paper with notes about the book, letters, pictures, airline boarding passes...
The other thing is that while eating something, I'll find a resemblance of something else. I'm happy to report, so far I've never seen The Virgin Mary in my ice cream.
Oh, and did you know, oddly enough, if you crack open peanuts, on the bottom there's this little piece that looks like a lobster tail? And once when eating walnuts I found a perfect heart shaped nut. I took it as a sign since Richard was still in San Diego working. Eventually Snoo ate my special nut as she eats everything! My nerd self was heart broken. I still bring it up to this day. I'm almost over it.
When I eat walnuts I pretend I'm not looking, but secretly I hope to find another heart shaped walnut. Then today I find a brain instead.
What's up with that? The heart was much cuter. I think I'm done eating now.
There are two things that I know will happen to me. One, I will always find things left behind in library books. Receipts, cards, paper with notes about the book, letters, pictures, airline boarding passes...
The other thing is that while eating something, I'll find a resemblance of something else. I'm happy to report, so far I've never seen The Virgin Mary in my ice cream.
Oh, and did you know, oddly enough, if you crack open peanuts, on the bottom there's this little piece that looks like a lobster tail? And once when eating walnuts I found a perfect heart shaped nut. I took it as a sign since Richard was still in San Diego working. Eventually Snoo ate my special nut as she eats everything! My nerd self was heart broken. I still bring it up to this day. I'm almost over it.
When I eat walnuts I pretend I'm not looking, but secretly I hope to find another heart shaped walnut. Then today I find a brain instead.
What's up with that? The heart was much cuter. I think I'm done eating now.
December 04, 2005
Some of Me
GrandPooOfAwesome of It's All Relative? has a great new look with my favorite color. I ran into her online awhile back and encouraged her to just keep writing because she likes to. She asked me to blogroll her which I did. Apparently she likes the show Grey's Anatomy as I do. In Greys Anatomy Dr. Burke tells Meredith that there's nothing she could reveal about herself that he wouldn't want to know. GrandPooOfAwesome reveals her own stuff and then asks, "what should I know about you"?
I'm in the spirit of giving these days so I'll share:
*I love history and geography. I watch the history channel all the time. I also love the National Geographic channel and I DVR shows from both every week. I actually play around at Sheppard Software, taking geography quizzes or seeing how many U.S capitals I can remember. My children want to know why I do this when I don't have to do "school" anymore. They think I'm nuts. It satisfys my need to absorb things. I love learning. I have to be stimulating my mind constantly. It's not always a good thing when I want to relax or spend time with people, because my mind is often wondering off and into an entire different direction. My husband is always telling me to choose. Either I'm reading my book or watching the movie with him. I can't do both. I certainly try to.
*I'm a very good multi-tasker.
*I love to read. I can't cope without reading. For me, reading is like a breath of fresh air while standing in a smoke filled room. If I find a really good book, chances are I'll totally lose all concept of time and reality happening around me. I lose track of time, I forget to eat, I ignore my house, and I snap out of it long enough to feed my family peanut butter and jelly for dinner. Actually peanut butter and jelly sandwiches have been a regular fixture in this house for longer than I'd care to admit.
*Which brings me to reveal that I really don't like to cook. It has taken me years to figure that out. I know that sounds ridiculous, how can a person be thirty-two and not know they're not fond of cooking. It's true. I love the idea of whipping up a variety of fabulous dishes. The evidence is in my closet. I collect cookbooks. I have a whole bookcase full of them. I have about twenty folders full of holiday meal recipes and every other kind of recipe that you can think of. I have torn out recipes from my favorite magazines for years, then placed them in clear plastic liners and put them into binders. I have binders for chocolate desserts, muffins, fruit dishes, pies, cakes, cookies, soups, stews, vegetarian meals, chicken, ethnic, kid-friendly dishes, Easter menus, Christmas menus, Thanksgiving menus, and everyhing in between. If it exists, I probably have a recipe for it. And most likely, I've never even tried to make it. What kind of person collects hundreds upon hundreds of recipes and never even tries to make any of them?
One suffering from mental illness that's who. It's my dirty little secret. I'm a recipe hoarde. I think I like the idea of cooking more then I like actually cooking. Or maybe I just hate the prep part. Come to think of it, once I'm cooking it's not so bad. When it comes to the choosing, shopping, washing, chopping, measuring, and all the mess made as a result of preparation, I end up exhausted and reaching for the take-out menu folder.
I love to bake though. Go figure. I make the most fabulous cookies, muffins, breads, cobblers, and pastries this side of europe.
*I'm into trivia. I always have been and it's not something I conscientiously work at. I just seem to remember useless facts that for some reason or another, I find interesting. At times, I will blurt out these useless facts to innocent bystanders. I think a by product of my love of reading is the tendency to gain knowledge most people find insignificant. I then feel I must share with other people.
Like, did you know that Einstein approved the mold that is used for the Toblerone chocolate bar? Or that coffee beans are really the seeds of the coffee cherry? Coffee came from Ethiophia, not South America like many people think.
Did you know that it took approximately 70 days to mummify a person? Or that the first Egyptian King's tomb made of stone was Djoser's Step Pyramid, built around 2680 B.C? It was the first true Pyramid, the smooth shape didn't come until the reign of King Sneferu.
Greenland is the world's largest Island. Despite its name, it's nearly completely covered in ice.
The leading producers of cobalt ore, uranium and zinc ore is Canada.
Mauna Kea in Hawaii is the world's highest mountain measured from the sea floor. The total height of Mauna Kea is 33, 481 ft, but only 13, 796 ft of the mountain can be seen above sea level. Of course Everest is the mountain we all think of as being the highest, followed by Mt. Kilimanjaro in Africa. But, Mauna Loa is the world's single largest mountain.
Costa Rica has no army, unless it was reestablished since I last learned about it. After their civil war the army was abolished in 1948.
Nollaig Shona Duit means Happy Chrsitmas in Irish.
None of that was probably information that is useful or new to all people. Nor do most people care to have someone randomly share useless facts that their brain spits out intermittently. I never just ramble these things at people, but if something remotely connected comes into the conversation, my mind retrieves the data and depending on how I'm talking to, I'll just let them have it.
*I love movies. Since I am a Chrisitan, being a movie lover can be complicated. I feel the need to be careful with my choices, but I do watch a lot of movies that many of my staunch evangelical peers will not. For a lot of Christians, even Veggie Tales is questionable. I won't sit and watch something that relies heavily on using the Lord's name in vain, is riddled with foul language or gratuitous s*x. But, I do watch R-rated movies. I am inexplicibly attracted to a good story. A story full of humanity and struggle. Stories full of love and loss. Hope and heart. Stories full of the darker realities of our world, our minds, our hearts. Stories full of humor and the lighter side of life. I dedicate movies to people. I have an endless list of movies that I reach for in times of depression, celebration, certain moods, seasons of the earth, and seasons of life.
* I didn't get my driver's license until I was twenty. I learned on a stick shift, but after I almost snuffed out an old lady crossing the street I decided an automatic was a better option for me. And the shorter and slower moving people of San Diego.
* By the time I was twenty I had three children.
* I hate coffee. Once when I was about six or seven and my mom was trying to apply for social security death benefits for my dad, a receptionist offered me a cup of coffee. She had a sly expression that said, "I can see you want some. I won't tell your mother." I went over to the coffee pot, poured the coffee into a little paper cup with a handle and drank it as is. It was the most disgusting thing I had ever tasted in my short life. And I had been forced to eat pond fish with beets!
Perhpas the woman was being kind. Or maybe she was just bored. I think I saw a look of amusement on her face. I do love the smell of good coffee though but I won't even try to have any unless it's an iced mocha frap from Starbucks. Or unless it involves alcohol. Does Irish coffee count?
*Hot cocoa is my hot drink of the moment. The more whipped cream the better. I'm also a huge tea drinker. I drink black and green tea daily. I'm also a recovering chai addict.
*I'm a perfectionist, yet my house rarely stays clean and organized longer then two days. Which makes me regularly go insane.
* I'm intensely private. Which is ironic because I share intimate details of my life with complete strangers, and I have no idea why. Even more ironically, I don't share my blog with most of family and only half of my friends. I am very private about my house. I don't like it when anyone uninvited stops by. I keep my blinds partly shut and I screen all my calls. I would prefer to have a huge distance between my house and my neighbors. Say, like three miles.
* I first tired alcohol when I was about fourteen and visiting my grandparents in Michigan. I was having trouble sleeping because of the three hour distance and I did what I saw everyone in my family do. I reached for something intoxicating. I snuck into some of my grandpa's scotch whiskey. After a few nights of bedtime shots my friend and I got stupid and tried to see who could drink it faster. After feeling like my head was in a hoola-hoop competition, and watching her throw up greasy hamburger chunks, I not only didn't drink again for ages, I haven't drank whiskey since. I also worried that I had killed enough brain cells to insure failure in highschool geometry. My grandma never made a big deal about it nor punished us. She just made us clean up that disgusting aftermath, which was punishment enough.
* I've been with my husband since I was fifteen. I've wanted to divorce him and re-marry him at least a dozen times. But, I've held in there every time.
* I keep my christmas tree up until after New Year's.
*Purple is my favorite color. Followed by pink and then black.
* I can't stand lying. I think God is testing my patience and unconditonal love since my second child has practically been a compulsive liar since she could speak.
* I loathe commericals. Most people do I'm sure. But I'd rather pause the TV (gotta love DVR) and wait until I can fast foward to the show. This drives my husband nuts.
* I like to look up the meaning of words and browse through the dictionary.
* When I was younger I wanted to be a f-14 pilot, teacher, nurse, photo journalist, and dancer among many other things. I ended up a mom.
*I have been known to be brutally honest. I'm also a great listener and rarely judge others.
* My worse quality would probably be my tendency to be snarky and sarcastic. Or my propensity towards procrastination.
* I'm terrible about sending out thank you cards. I'm thankful. I really am. I'm also thinking of you on your birthday. I just think my telepathic abilities have evolved further than they really have.
*I'm the queen of typos. I think I'm in the hall of fame now. My friends razz me all the time. They're just all forks.
* I'm obsessive about taking pictures. Family and friends put me in charge of taking pictures at gatherings because of this and usually by the end of the day I've made a few enemies. Curiously, some people don't like it when you keep walking about the room, randomly taking pictures of them, especially if they are drunk or bending over. Or both. I also have a very hard time throwing out pictures, even when they aren't good. It's a sickness.
*I think I might be vain. Even though I don't like to admit it. I love to swim. Love, love, love to swim. As a child growing up in San Diego I practically lived at the beach. I was a fish. Yet, I haven't been in a bathing suit in public for about six years or more. I have a hard time dealing with the fact that my body went from Barbie to Mrs. Potatohead. This is not a good thing since I have children who also love swim and want a mom around. Who else is going to survive the onslaughts of LOOK AT ME-LOOK AT WHAT I CAN DO-WATCH THIS every two minutes.
That's enough of me for now.
I'm in the spirit of giving these days so I'll share:
*I love history and geography. I watch the history channel all the time. I also love the National Geographic channel and I DVR shows from both every week. I actually play around at Sheppard Software, taking geography quizzes or seeing how many U.S capitals I can remember. My children want to know why I do this when I don't have to do "school" anymore. They think I'm nuts. It satisfys my need to absorb things. I love learning. I have to be stimulating my mind constantly. It's not always a good thing when I want to relax or spend time with people, because my mind is often wondering off and into an entire different direction. My husband is always telling me to choose. Either I'm reading my book or watching the movie with him. I can't do both. I certainly try to.
*I'm a very good multi-tasker.
*I love to read. I can't cope without reading. For me, reading is like a breath of fresh air while standing in a smoke filled room. If I find a really good book, chances are I'll totally lose all concept of time and reality happening around me. I lose track of time, I forget to eat, I ignore my house, and I snap out of it long enough to feed my family peanut butter and jelly for dinner. Actually peanut butter and jelly sandwiches have been a regular fixture in this house for longer than I'd care to admit.
*Which brings me to reveal that I really don't like to cook. It has taken me years to figure that out. I know that sounds ridiculous, how can a person be thirty-two and not know they're not fond of cooking. It's true. I love the idea of whipping up a variety of fabulous dishes. The evidence is in my closet. I collect cookbooks. I have a whole bookcase full of them. I have about twenty folders full of holiday meal recipes and every other kind of recipe that you can think of. I have torn out recipes from my favorite magazines for years, then placed them in clear plastic liners and put them into binders. I have binders for chocolate desserts, muffins, fruit dishes, pies, cakes, cookies, soups, stews, vegetarian meals, chicken, ethnic, kid-friendly dishes, Easter menus, Christmas menus, Thanksgiving menus, and everyhing in between. If it exists, I probably have a recipe for it. And most likely, I've never even tried to make it. What kind of person collects hundreds upon hundreds of recipes and never even tries to make any of them?
One suffering from mental illness that's who. It's my dirty little secret. I'm a recipe hoarde. I think I like the idea of cooking more then I like actually cooking. Or maybe I just hate the prep part. Come to think of it, once I'm cooking it's not so bad. When it comes to the choosing, shopping, washing, chopping, measuring, and all the mess made as a result of preparation, I end up exhausted and reaching for the take-out menu folder.
I love to bake though. Go figure. I make the most fabulous cookies, muffins, breads, cobblers, and pastries this side of europe.
*I'm into trivia. I always have been and it's not something I conscientiously work at. I just seem to remember useless facts that for some reason or another, I find interesting. At times, I will blurt out these useless facts to innocent bystanders. I think a by product of my love of reading is the tendency to gain knowledge most people find insignificant. I then feel I must share with other people.
Like, did you know that Einstein approved the mold that is used for the Toblerone chocolate bar? Or that coffee beans are really the seeds of the coffee cherry? Coffee came from Ethiophia, not South America like many people think.
Did you know that it took approximately 70 days to mummify a person? Or that the first Egyptian King's tomb made of stone was Djoser's Step Pyramid, built around 2680 B.C? It was the first true Pyramid, the smooth shape didn't come until the reign of King Sneferu.
Greenland is the world's largest Island. Despite its name, it's nearly completely covered in ice.
The leading producers of cobalt ore, uranium and zinc ore is Canada.
Mauna Kea in Hawaii is the world's highest mountain measured from the sea floor. The total height of Mauna Kea is 33, 481 ft, but only 13, 796 ft of the mountain can be seen above sea level. Of course Everest is the mountain we all think of as being the highest, followed by Mt. Kilimanjaro in Africa. But, Mauna Loa is the world's single largest mountain.
Costa Rica has no army, unless it was reestablished since I last learned about it. After their civil war the army was abolished in 1948.
Nollaig Shona Duit means Happy Chrsitmas in Irish.
None of that was probably information that is useful or new to all people. Nor do most people care to have someone randomly share useless facts that their brain spits out intermittently. I never just ramble these things at people, but if something remotely connected comes into the conversation, my mind retrieves the data and depending on how I'm talking to, I'll just let them have it.
*I love movies. Since I am a Chrisitan, being a movie lover can be complicated. I feel the need to be careful with my choices, but I do watch a lot of movies that many of my staunch evangelical peers will not. For a lot of Christians, even Veggie Tales is questionable. I won't sit and watch something that relies heavily on using the Lord's name in vain, is riddled with foul language or gratuitous s*x. But, I do watch R-rated movies. I am inexplicibly attracted to a good story. A story full of humanity and struggle. Stories full of love and loss. Hope and heart. Stories full of the darker realities of our world, our minds, our hearts. Stories full of humor and the lighter side of life. I dedicate movies to people. I have an endless list of movies that I reach for in times of depression, celebration, certain moods, seasons of the earth, and seasons of life.
* I didn't get my driver's license until I was twenty. I learned on a stick shift, but after I almost snuffed out an old lady crossing the street I decided an automatic was a better option for me. And the shorter and slower moving people of San Diego.
* By the time I was twenty I had three children.
* I hate coffee. Once when I was about six or seven and my mom was trying to apply for social security death benefits for my dad, a receptionist offered me a cup of coffee. She had a sly expression that said, "I can see you want some. I won't tell your mother." I went over to the coffee pot, poured the coffee into a little paper cup with a handle and drank it as is. It was the most disgusting thing I had ever tasted in my short life. And I had been forced to eat pond fish with beets!
Perhpas the woman was being kind. Or maybe she was just bored. I think I saw a look of amusement on her face. I do love the smell of good coffee though but I won't even try to have any unless it's an iced mocha frap from Starbucks. Or unless it involves alcohol. Does Irish coffee count?
*Hot cocoa is my hot drink of the moment. The more whipped cream the better. I'm also a huge tea drinker. I drink black and green tea daily. I'm also a recovering chai addict.
*I'm a perfectionist, yet my house rarely stays clean and organized longer then two days. Which makes me regularly go insane.
* I'm intensely private. Which is ironic because I share intimate details of my life with complete strangers, and I have no idea why. Even more ironically, I don't share my blog with most of family and only half of my friends. I am very private about my house. I don't like it when anyone uninvited stops by. I keep my blinds partly shut and I screen all my calls. I would prefer to have a huge distance between my house and my neighbors. Say, like three miles.
* I first tired alcohol when I was about fourteen and visiting my grandparents in Michigan. I was having trouble sleeping because of the three hour distance and I did what I saw everyone in my family do. I reached for something intoxicating. I snuck into some of my grandpa's scotch whiskey. After a few nights of bedtime shots my friend and I got stupid and tried to see who could drink it faster. After feeling like my head was in a hoola-hoop competition, and watching her throw up greasy hamburger chunks, I not only didn't drink again for ages, I haven't drank whiskey since. I also worried that I had killed enough brain cells to insure failure in highschool geometry. My grandma never made a big deal about it nor punished us. She just made us clean up that disgusting aftermath, which was punishment enough.
* I've been with my husband since I was fifteen. I've wanted to divorce him and re-marry him at least a dozen times. But, I've held in there every time.
* I keep my christmas tree up until after New Year's.
*Purple is my favorite color. Followed by pink and then black.
* I can't stand lying. I think God is testing my patience and unconditonal love since my second child has practically been a compulsive liar since she could speak.
* I loathe commericals. Most people do I'm sure. But I'd rather pause the TV (gotta love DVR) and wait until I can fast foward to the show. This drives my husband nuts.
* I like to look up the meaning of words and browse through the dictionary.
* When I was younger I wanted to be a f-14 pilot, teacher, nurse, photo journalist, and dancer among many other things. I ended up a mom.
*I have been known to be brutally honest. I'm also a great listener and rarely judge others.
* My worse quality would probably be my tendency to be snarky and sarcastic. Or my propensity towards procrastination.
* I'm terrible about sending out thank you cards. I'm thankful. I really am. I'm also thinking of you on your birthday. I just think my telepathic abilities have evolved further than they really have.
*I'm the queen of typos. I think I'm in the hall of fame now. My friends razz me all the time. They're just all forks.
* I'm obsessive about taking pictures. Family and friends put me in charge of taking pictures at gatherings because of this and usually by the end of the day I've made a few enemies. Curiously, some people don't like it when you keep walking about the room, randomly taking pictures of them, especially if they are drunk or bending over. Or both. I also have a very hard time throwing out pictures, even when they aren't good. It's a sickness.
*I think I might be vain. Even though I don't like to admit it. I love to swim. Love, love, love to swim. As a child growing up in San Diego I practically lived at the beach. I was a fish. Yet, I haven't been in a bathing suit in public for about six years or more. I have a hard time dealing with the fact that my body went from Barbie to Mrs. Potatohead. This is not a good thing since I have children who also love swim and want a mom around. Who else is going to survive the onslaughts of LOOK AT ME-LOOK AT WHAT I CAN DO-WATCH THIS every two minutes.
That's enough of me for now.
September 22, 2005
The Weirdness of Me
I've decided I'd share some secrets of the weirdness that is Melissa. There's quite a few of them so I'll start with groups of fives. I know we all have our strange little rituals and habits but I really sometimes wonder it's the perfectionist in me or a little OCD. Or I'm just plain odd. Or all three.
Here goes:
Here goes:
- I have to start reading my magazines from the back to front. OK, so I realize that's not too weird and I'm not alone in preferring reading from the back to front. Here's where it gets really weird though. I not only have to pull out all those little cards out of the magazine, I also have to TEAR out ALL pages with double sided ads before I will read it. I won't even attempt to read a magazine unless I've purged as many ads as possible without losing any of the content. So all pages with double sided ads have to go and I'll sit on the couch tearing out paper after paper, throwing them on the floor in a pile. Then when I'm done, I'll sigh with a feeling of accomplishment and anticipation, lay back and settle in for some reading. Oh, did I mention I have to go about this process without really looking at most of the content so I don't already see all the pictures and lose interest? This literally drives my husband INSANE. The kids have lots of collage material though.
- I'm really anal about doing the laundry. Everything is almost always washed on cold regardless of what the label says and most shirts are inside out before going in to the washer. I don't just sort laundry according to darks, whites and colors, I have a whole range of shades. The following are washed with their own kinds: towels, sheets, blacks, dark charcoals and midnight blue, primary colors, whites, pastels and jeans. Then, ALMOST everything is hung up to dry on hangers. I rarely put anything into the dryer other then socks, knickers, jeans, bedding and MAYBE pajamas. Even then everything is put on low and is dried on a short cycle. I will hang everything else up, stretching the fabric if need be to avoid shrinkage, and place them on the curtain rod in the bathroom and on the line in the basement. This ANNOYS everyone a bit because they have to help hang up wet clothes instead of throwing them in the dryer. Plus when family members come they are afraid to touch the clothes for fear that I might freak out. I didn't inherit this habit from my mom. Nope. My own mother commits the most heiness laundry sin of all times. She washes ANY clothing she has, even DELICATE items with towels, sheets, sweats and jeans, ALL in the same load. The washer will be so packed it can barely spin. Whenever she has lived with me or been to visit I chase her around while sprinkling out
holy waterverbal instructions on how she should be washing her clothes. I got this extremely anal and tedious laundry ritual from my grandma and aunt who were raised in the south with clothes lines. Even if they had a dryer, you didn't use it unless there was a blizzard. Supposedly it kept the clothes looking nicer longer as well. I don't know if this is true but I just can't seem to change. When I do the wash I can see them, lining up the seams of a garmet just perfectly with the hanger. If I even try to throw a shirt into the dryer I can hear their admonisions. One advantage is that at least I don't have to fold and put clothes away. Once they're dry, everyone grabs their own clothing and right into the closet it goes. - I clean with paper towels. I can't stand having sponges around. They gross me out and I don't even want to touch them. I also almost always used rubber gloves. I'm teased by all my friends for this. I don't get it. What's so odd about that? Are they like actually TOUCHING the sponges, toilet, sinks, floors and everything else with their BARE hands? *Shudder* I know it's probably not the most environmentally friendly way of cleaning but I do go through a lot of paper towels. In the powder room I keep a paper towel holder for drying hands. I don't want to bother with four kids wiping
God only knows what-bodily secretions?their hands onto towels and hoping they'll keep them neat on the rack. Same goes for their friends and guests. I walk around cleaning with my handy dandynotebook409 bottle and a roll of paper towels. I can clean any surface and just pitch the dirty paper towels. No nasty, dry and shrivled up sponges for me, thank you very much. I give the sign of the cross at the very sight of a sponge. GET BACK YOU FILTHY CESSPOOL PILLOW!! - If I cook eggs I have to remove that white squiggly little thingy-ma-jigger I call an umbilical cord. It's creepy looking and I won't even be able to cook or use eggs without taking a fork or spoon and removing them first. If I order eggs out then I can put it out of my mind but if I see it there in the bowl before scrambling it has to come out. Richard makes fun of me and says it's retarded and there's no such thing as white umbilical cords in eggs. However, when his mom came to visit recently she said the same thing I said about them being umbilical cords and she wants them out of her eggs too. Ah, HA! Even Mooch can't make eggs now without taking it out first. My insanity is contagious. If someone makes me eggs I'll ask like 5 times, are you SURE you got the umbilical cord thing-ma-jigger out first?
- I'm obsessed with vacuuming. I vacuum every day. Some rooms I'll even vacuum twice. I vaccum the baseboards, couch cushions and cobwebs. DAILY. I am still mourning the loss of my Phantom vacuum cleaner that was like the mac daddy cadillac of vacuums. About 3 years ago one of the kids, who will remain nameless,
COUGH Snoobroke it by knocking it down over and over until the cord was severed. Then I killed the replacement vacuum 2 years ago when it wasn't able to keep up with my demands. Now I have a Bissell Cleanview 2. Its holding for now and it does an awesome job picking up cat hair yet I so have my eyes on a purple Dyson. Is it wrong to want to pay $500 for a vaccum cleaner? If you're busy and can do nothing else for your house, vaccum. It will ALWAYS made the room look cleaner then it is. It's like lipstick for a woman's face. If nothing else, put some lipstick on. Plus I actually love to vacuum, as sick as that is. It's therapeutic, watching everything get sucked up and disappear. I once had a neighbor that asked me to restrict my vacuuming before 9pm and wanted to know why in the world I vacuumed so often.
Come on now, you'll have to share your own peculiarities. I know I'm not the only one.
August 03, 2005
What turns me on..
No, not that kind of turn on.
I've been tagged by Present Storm who rightfully shares my disdain of Big Brother's "Cappy" gang.
What are my top 10 turn ons and turn offs? (Non-sexual)
Turn Ons:
I've been tagged by Present Storm who rightfully shares my disdain of Big Brother's "Cappy" gang.
What are my top 10 turn ons and turn offs? (Non-sexual)
Turn Ons:
- Closeness with God
- Sound of The Husband's voice (w
- The Husband doing housework
- Photography
- Rainstorm- and the lingering smell of earth and water afterwards
- Smell of lilacs
- chocolate
- Pillow talk
- Good books-the kind where I forget the world around me
- Sleeping in
- *The woods of Leota, Michigan (I cheated with 11)
Turn Offs:
- Violence
- Litter boxes
- Hatred fueled by ignorance
- Drivers who STOP to make turns
- Hair in my food or mouth
- Smell of hamburger cooking
- Touchie feelie strangers all up in my space
- Papsmears
- Bad breath
- Phony people
Phew. Since I played I'm tagging Lost in Wisconsin, Misty, Ovedya, PureMood, GrandPoo, Jana and Christine.
September 27, 2004
"Getting to Know Me"
I'm not a fan of these things, but I try to be a good sport. I'll post my responses here because I'm too lazy reply to all my girls.
1. What's your name?
Uh, if you're sending this to me, you should know.
2. Were you named after anyone?
From the Allman Brothers song
4. When did you last cry?
Tuesday 21st 2004 at the funeral of my ten year old's friend who died of a severe asthma attack.
5. Do you like your handwriting?
Why kind of question is this? I like it enough.
6. What is your favourite lunch meat?
Lunch meat? Blech. Shudder.
7. What is your birth date?
Aug 29th. You can just send cash.
8. What is your most embarrassing CD?
LeAnn Rimes-I Need You. I told to sell it on eBay and nobody bid. I'm not sure why.
9. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you?
Why sure. I'm cool and I bake great chocolate chip cookies.
10. Are you a daredevil?
I had three kids under three. I must be. That or I'm a little crazy.
11. Have you ever told a secret you swore not to tell?
Nope. Unless telling my husband almost everything counts.
12. Do looks matter?
Yours or mine?
13. How do you release anger?
I've been known to throw a thing or two. I hate ot admit it, but sometimes I yell, but usually I just run around cleaning like a mad woman, mumbling things under my breathe. Come to think of it, maybe this is why my husband pushes my buttons so much.
14. Where is your second home?
Leota, MI
15. Do you trust others easily?
Not usually. I grew up street smart. You're all up to something until proven otherwise.
16. What were favourite toys as a child?
Kermit De Frog, Curious George stuffie, Strawberry Shortcake, Cabbage Patch dolls, Donny and Marie Microphone, Holly Hobby Phone, Pink Panther doll, Barbies, Barbie McDonald's, Barbie Townhouse and convertible, Uno cards, Big Wheel...
17. What class in high school do you think was totally useless?
P.E. I don't see anything useful in making kids get heat stroke while playing basketball in the scorching San Diego sun in 105 degree weather. It just made me hate exercising. And my teacher.
18. Do you have a journal?
I have many but I never keep up with them. Why, you want to read em'?
19. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
Tchah, never. What kind of question is that?
20. Favourite movie?
Like with most things, I have lots. Some of them are: Meet the Parents, Goonies, Steel Magnolias, Princess Bride, Fried Green tomatoes, Sleepless in Seattle, The Great Outdoors, Christmas Vacation...
22 What are your nicknames?
Lissa, Lissa girl(mom), Friends call me Mel or Missa, The Husband calls me Violet (a childhood nickname) beautiful, princess, sunshine, babers, and sometimes beeotch.
23. Would you bungee jump?
If you're asking if I'd like to have a complete stranger making 5.50 an hr tie a noose around my waist & push me off a 3-story structure, uhm, that would be NO.
24. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
Who the hell cares about this stuff? And frankly, I have no idea, I've never paid attention to what I do with my feet.
26. Do you think that you are strong?
Enough. I'd have to be, did I mention I had three kids under three? By the time I was 20?
27. What's your favorite ice cream flavor?
Rocky road, butter pecan, rainbow sherbet
28. Shoe Size?
For Heaven's sakes, this is getting boring. Remind me why we're friends again? Oh, I'm a 7 and a 1/2
29. What are your favorite colors?
Purple, pink, green, and black. In that order.
30. What is your least favorite thing about yourself?
At the moment? That I didn't just say no to this dumb thing. Or my fa my ankles or the fact that I over-analyze everything.
31. Who do you miss most?
Probably my grandma
32. Do you want everyone you send this to send it back?
Dear. God. No. (I still love you though)
33. What color pants are you wearing?
Who makes these dumb things up and how are people supposed to be learning anything about a person like this anyways?
And I'm wearing dark jeans- Calvin Kleins.
34. What are you listening to right now?
The Husband, he just called to "hear my voice"
35. Last thing you ate?
Pretzel sticks and a M&M cookie. It was breakfast. OK, so it may not be the breakfast of champions, but chocolate and pretzels go good together, you know. The pretzels were organic. *snort*
36. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?
Purple
37. What is the weather like right now?
Sunny, brisk but getting warmer
38.Last person you talked to on the phone?
The Hubster
39. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?
They don't like to clean up after themselves
40. Do you like the person who sent this to you?
I sure as hell better. Besides, do you think anyone is really going to say no when they forward these on?
41. How Are You Today?
Determined, sexy, reflective
42. Favorite Drink?
hmm, at the moment Berry Weiss beer has gotten my attention once or twice. Slushies are always delightfully refreshing.
43. Favorite Sport?
To watch, basketball, ice skating & horse racing
44. Hair Color?
Natural? Golden blonde. Right now it's a reddish brown.
45. Eye Color?
Green
46. Do you wear contacts?
No But I might need to soon. Is this almost over already?
48. Favorite Food?
Chinese or Mexican. But just about anything still HOT would hit the spot these days.
49. Last Movie You Watched?
Sky Captain
50. Favorite Day Of The Year?
My children's birthdays?
51. Scary Movies Or Happy Endings?
Both
52. Summer Or Winter
I like Winter, but I hate the darkness. I like Summer more, but I hate the heat. Go figure.
53. Hugs OR Kisses?
For you, how about an evil stare. Everyone else, a hug.
55. What Is Your Favorite Dessert?
Brownie ala mode, strawberry shortcake, berry cobbler.
56. Who Is Most Likely To Respond?
If they're smart, no one.
57. Who Is Least Likely To Respond?
My friend Shannon, don't blame her either.
58. Living Arrangements?
The Husband, four kids, three cats, and my MOM. Yes, you read that right. All in a three bedroom townhouse. God help me.
59. What Books Are You Reading?
Sadly, nothing.
60. What's On Your Mouse pad?
I think I'm beginning to hate you all. And for the question, I don't have one.
61. Favorite Game?
For card games I play 31 or Uno. For board games- Charade, Monopoly, Scrabble or Yahtzee.
62. What Did You Watch last?
Wife swap
63. Favourite Smells?
Lilacs, babies, cut grass, sawdust, wet concrete, rain, burning wood, fresh baked bread and cookies.
64. Rolling Stones or Beatles?
Neither, to me, they're both just geezers who shouted more than sang and were all about rock-n-roll mania rather than music. If it came down to it though, I'd pick a Rolling Stone song most likely, in my house that kind of music was almost a kids lullaby which is why I'm so over it.
65. Do you believe in Evolution or Creationism?
Creationism..they both have flaws, but logically I need more faith to accept evolution.
66. What's the furthest you've been from home?
I guess Grandfather Mountain in North Carolina or the the Appalachian mountains in southeastern Kentucky. Come to think of it, there was that vacation in Captiva Island, Florida.
Praise be to God, it's over. Beeotches, don't say I haven't participated lately.
1. What's your name?
Uh, if you're sending this to me, you should know.
2. Were you named after anyone?
From the Allman Brothers song
4. When did you last cry?
Tuesday 21st 2004 at the funeral of my ten year old's friend who died of a severe asthma attack.
5. Do you like your handwriting?
Why kind of question is this? I like it enough.
6. What is your favourite lunch meat?
Lunch meat? Blech. Shudder.
7. What is your birth date?
Aug 29th. You can just send cash.
8. What is your most embarrassing CD?
LeAnn Rimes-I Need You. I told to sell it on eBay and nobody bid. I'm not sure why.
9. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with you?
Why sure. I'm cool and I bake great chocolate chip cookies.
10. Are you a daredevil?
I had three kids under three. I must be. That or I'm a little crazy.
11. Have you ever told a secret you swore not to tell?
Nope. Unless telling my husband almost everything counts.
12. Do looks matter?
Yours or mine?
13. How do you release anger?
I've been known to throw a thing or two. I hate ot admit it, but sometimes I yell, but usually I just run around cleaning like a mad woman, mumbling things under my breathe. Come to think of it, maybe this is why my husband pushes my buttons so much.
14. Where is your second home?
Leota, MI
15. Do you trust others easily?
Not usually. I grew up street smart. You're all up to something until proven otherwise.
16. What were favourite toys as a child?
Kermit De Frog, Curious George stuffie, Strawberry Shortcake, Cabbage Patch dolls, Donny and Marie Microphone, Holly Hobby Phone, Pink Panther doll, Barbies, Barbie McDonald's, Barbie Townhouse and convertible, Uno cards, Big Wheel...
17. What class in high school do you think was totally useless?
P.E. I don't see anything useful in making kids get heat stroke while playing basketball in the scorching San Diego sun in 105 degree weather. It just made me hate exercising. And my teacher.
18. Do you have a journal?
I have many but I never keep up with them. Why, you want to read em'?
19. Do you use sarcasm a lot?
Tchah, never. What kind of question is that?
20. Favourite movie?
Like with most things, I have lots. Some of them are: Meet the Parents, Goonies, Steel Magnolias, Princess Bride, Fried Green tomatoes, Sleepless in Seattle, The Great Outdoors, Christmas Vacation...
22 What are your nicknames?
Lissa, Lissa girl(mom), Friends call me Mel or Missa, The Husband calls me Violet (a childhood nickname) beautiful, princess, sunshine, babers, and sometimes beeotch.
23. Would you bungee jump?
If you're asking if I'd like to have a complete stranger making 5.50 an hr tie a noose around my waist & push me off a 3-story structure, uhm, that would be NO.
24. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?
Who the hell cares about this stuff? And frankly, I have no idea, I've never paid attention to what I do with my feet.
26. Do you think that you are strong?
Enough. I'd have to be, did I mention I had three kids under three? By the time I was 20?
27. What's your favorite ice cream flavor?
Rocky road, butter pecan, rainbow sherbet
28. Shoe Size?
For Heaven's sakes, this is getting boring. Remind me why we're friends again? Oh, I'm a 7 and a 1/2
29. What are your favorite colors?
Purple, pink, green, and black. In that order.
30. What is your least favorite thing about yourself?
At the moment? That I didn't just say no to this dumb thing. Or my fa my ankles or the fact that I over-analyze everything.
31. Who do you miss most?
Probably my grandma
32. Do you want everyone you send this to send it back?
Dear. God. No. (I still love you though)
33. What color pants are you wearing?
Who makes these dumb things up and how are people supposed to be learning anything about a person like this anyways?
And I'm wearing dark jeans- Calvin Kleins.
34. What are you listening to right now?
The Husband, he just called to "hear my voice"
35. Last thing you ate?
Pretzel sticks and a M&M cookie. It was breakfast. OK, so it may not be the breakfast of champions, but chocolate and pretzels go good together, you know. The pretzels were organic. *snort*
36. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?
Purple
37. What is the weather like right now?
Sunny, brisk but getting warmer
38.Last person you talked to on the phone?
The Hubster
39. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?
They don't like to clean up after themselves
40. Do you like the person who sent this to you?
I sure as hell better. Besides, do you think anyone is really going to say no when they forward these on?
41. How Are You Today?
Determined, sexy, reflective
42. Favorite Drink?
hmm, at the moment Berry Weiss beer has gotten my attention once or twice. Slushies are always delightfully refreshing.
43. Favorite Sport?
To watch, basketball, ice skating & horse racing
44. Hair Color?
Natural? Golden blonde. Right now it's a reddish brown.
45. Eye Color?
Green
46. Do you wear contacts?
No But I might need to soon. Is this almost over already?
48. Favorite Food?
Chinese or Mexican. But just about anything still HOT would hit the spot these days.
49. Last Movie You Watched?
Sky Captain
50. Favorite Day Of The Year?
My children's birthdays?
51. Scary Movies Or Happy Endings?
Both
52. Summer Or Winter
I like Winter, but I hate the darkness. I like Summer more, but I hate the heat. Go figure.
53. Hugs OR Kisses?
For you, how about an evil stare. Everyone else, a hug.
55. What Is Your Favorite Dessert?
Brownie ala mode, strawberry shortcake, berry cobbler.
56. Who Is Most Likely To Respond?
If they're smart, no one.
57. Who Is Least Likely To Respond?
My friend Shannon, don't blame her either.
58. Living Arrangements?
The Husband, four kids, three cats, and my MOM. Yes, you read that right. All in a three bedroom townhouse. God help me.
59. What Books Are You Reading?
Sadly, nothing.
60. What's On Your Mouse pad?
I think I'm beginning to hate you all. And for the question, I don't have one.
61. Favorite Game?
For card games I play 31 or Uno. For board games- Charade, Monopoly, Scrabble or Yahtzee.
62. What Did You Watch last?
Wife swap
63. Favourite Smells?
Lilacs, babies, cut grass, sawdust, wet concrete, rain, burning wood, fresh baked bread and cookies.
64. Rolling Stones or Beatles?
Neither, to me, they're both just geezers who shouted more than sang and were all about rock-n-roll mania rather than music. If it came down to it though, I'd pick a Rolling Stone song most likely, in my house that kind of music was almost a kids lullaby which is why I'm so over it.
65. Do you believe in Evolution or Creationism?
Creationism..they both have flaws, but logically I need more faith to accept evolution.
66. What's the furthest you've been from home?
I guess Grandfather Mountain in North Carolina or the the Appalachian mountains in southeastern Kentucky. Come to think of it, there was that vacation in Captiva Island, Florida.
Praise be to God, it's over. Beeotches, don't say I haven't participated lately.
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