What I Should Be For Halloween
|Your Haloween Costume Should Be|
For all you MSN search people who got here by searching "How to induce vomiting" or "Self induced vomiting" or "Dog swallowed socks/chicken bone" - Just shove your index finger down your throat and wiggle it around. If that doesn't do the trick, read on, dear bulimic friends.....
|Your Haloween Costume Should Be|
NOW I know why I have the rogue red hair! Why I love math! And I love to do yoga!
|In a Past Life...|
You Were: A Redhead Mathematician.
Where You Lived: Tibet.
How You Died: Killed in Battle.
I read this post on Jerk today and it made me feel....sad.....bad....and lucky all at the same time.
She cooked and cooked and cooked. I think she thought that we were starving for good food. I love to cook, but I don't think she trusts me with food preparation. (By the way, clockwise from upper left... fried chicken, one lasagna -others are residing peacefully in my freezer, broccoli and corn muffins.) But, it was good, so I'm not complaining.
This picture is taken from the passenger side of the vehicle. That is why it only shows Sophie and Henrietta. Notice the steering wheel size. That is what you call "perspective" in the art world.
I have been enjoying posting my pictures from our crazy, crazy weekend jaunts. But guess what?
I am almost positive I didn't put my camera back in my purse. I went back to the restaurant a day later and it wasn't there. I think some horrible person took it. I hate them.
It actually made me cry and I had bad dreams about it.
I have decided that I will not be used by any of my so-called "friends" anymore. I am going to write up a friendship lease that will need to be signed by all who know and will know me.
My friend Megan commented on the Invisibility post that she wished there were T-shirts of that drawing.
It looks as if I am going to have to :
Went through two corn mazes.
Pretended to be dwarves.
Drove a tractor.
Found an overlook inside the second corn maze and tried to figure out how the heck to get out. We were in there two hours!
Thanks to Anika for tagging me.
4. What do you think the secret to happiness is?
Using laughter as both a defense mechanism and a crutch.
5. When was the last time you had a dream that you either remember well or did not want to awake from? Can you share a bit?
I think you have all been subjected to my most recent dreams. We will not rehash all of that. However, if you feel left out, please read this….and this….and this.
6. When you were a little kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?
A lion tamer in the circus.
7. Complete this statement: Love is...Never having to say ...
Don’t talk to me like that in front of the kids.
8. Can you tell a good story? (write one!)
I can actually TELL great stories, writing them seems to be a different animal though. It is hard, hard work and it never comes out like I tell them. I need inflection. Voice modulation. Hand gestures.
9. Can you remember your last daydream? What was it about?
I daydream constantly. I am sure you really did not want to hear this, but I was reading about colon cleansing products and kind of went into a “what if” and a “should I” scenario in my mind. “What if it started really working while I was at work?” “Should I start on a Friday and ruin my weekend?” “Should I use the downstairs bathroom at work and then run up the back stairs pretending it wasn’t me?”
I have not taken any pictures of the newest ceramic statuettes, and I am so sorry. I know how you all were just waiting with bated (baited?) breath. So, I have come up with something that I hope you like just as well.
And, you know, just for fun I will post the pictures from a previous entry regarding Sophie's collection of knick-knacks. You just can't get enough of these babies.
Normal quirks? Or "GOOD GOD! GET THE CHILD MEDICATION!"?
I never got married to the father of my children. I just couldn't bring myself to really and truly believe that anyone should ever promise "forever". As they say, "that's a mighty long time."
So, I am about to take my little Mini Poll down....but I want to give everyone a chance to really express their opinion. Right now, I just don't think we have enough votes.
cipher also cypher (si-fer) - 1. The mathematical symbol (0) denoting absence of quantity; zero 2. An Arabic numeral or figure; number v. -phered, -phering, -phers 1. to put in secret writing; encipher 2. To solve by means of arithmetic
Okay, the funniest thing.....
That was funny! Who wants to distribute my "meaty" articles!
I really liked 3, 9, 10 and 13. Also, #3 had a link to Sleazy Shari herself. Here it is. Right here. She is a blow up doll!! I am named after a blow up doll!
Or is she named after me?
Although I was not looking for compliments, I must say that Jerk's comments on my last post still made me happy.
There. I said it. And it is not to get any attention or "Oh no you're not"s.
We were going to take the train downtown, but since it is a commuter train, I guess it does not run on the weekend (because as you all know, no one works on the weekend, silly). So, we took the swanky Sound Transit bus.
The girls were unexpectedly turned into cartoon fish at Pike's Place Market. Thank God Sophie was allowed to keep her right hand which was strategically grasping a toothpick with a free sample of really, really good cheese.
I have discovered the strangest thing. You know that I can stalk anyone who comes to this site by my sitemeter thingy?
Go read this post on Waiter Rant. Incredible.
This really terrible thing happened yesterday that has been haunting me ever since. I am hoping if I speak (blog, same thing) about it that the thoughts will just leave me the hell alone.
One of the houses next door to me has been blissfully empty since I moved in. No one around, a little junky looking, but no neighbor is worth it!
OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMGOMGOMGOMG!****
Okay, so you know that I grew up in Montana.