Do not fold, spindle, or mutilate. This vajayjay is not a toy.
July 11, 2011
July 17, 2008
February 18, 2008
I'm away, so let's play Spinningories!
I say and you think?
Famous Musician: Strauss
3 letter word: Sip
Street name: Sesame Street
Color: Sunflower
Vehicle: Subaru
TV Show: Scrubs
City: Seattle
Boy Name: Sean
Girl Name: Susan
Alcoholic Drink: Salty Chihuahua
Occupation: Surgeon
Flower: Sasanqua
Celebrity: Sonny Bono
Famous Leader: Sununu
Toy: Slinky
Animal: Snake
Food: Spaghetti
Something found in a kitchen: Spoons
Cartoon Character: Snoopy
Clothing item: Socks
Type of dessert: Souffle (of rapberry & chocolate, yum)
Reason for Being Late: Some sort of clusterfuck on I-95
Something You Throw Away: Silmy cucumbers
Something to treasure: Sapphire
Something to fear: Sanity, leaving.
Something that gives hope: Smile
December 07, 2006
November 21, 2006
October 27, 2006
October 17, 2006
Vintage Sesame Street: Little Miss Muffett
October 12, 2006
October 07, 2006
September 28, 2006
Everything's Better Tripled (a sweet meme)
1. Three things that scare me
Fundamentalism
Ouija Boards
Things with big eyes
2. Three people that make me laugh
Kathy Griffin
My dad
Leigh Yung Li
3.Three things I hate the most
Caraway Seeds
Dog Shit
When I make a joke and end up hurting someone's feelings by accident
4. Three things I don't understand
The stock market
The schedule board at my school
Why pictures of Carrot Top make me feel funny in my tickle-place
5. Three things I'm doing right now
Wearing PJ pants
drinking apple cider
feeling this weird bump I have on the skin of my left forearm
6. Things to do before I die
Live
Love
Leave a big fun mess
7. Three things I can do
Play Bach's Minuet in G while lying backwards on the piano bench with my arms up over my head
Write exactly what I mean to say
Execute a dive from 30 feet above the surface of the water
8. Three ways to describe my personality
I'll let y'all do this one.
9. Three things I can't do
Draw
A split ... not since age 14
Watch a game of football
10. Three things I think you should listen to
Mozart's Clarinet Concerto; the middle movement
Beethoven's 9th Symphony, performed live
25,000 people saying the Pledge of Allegiance
11. Three things you should never listen to
Any song with screaming in it
Hate lyrics
The findings of the latest food study
12. Three things I'd like to learn
How to put together an engine
Where everything is in New York City, so I don't need a map
How to knit
13. Three favorite foods
Lasagna
Pumpkin ice cream
The mayonnaise & tomato sandwich
14. Three beverages I drink regularly
Iced tea
coffee
seltzer or tonic
15. Three TV shows I watched as a kid
Little House on the Prairie
Sesame Street
The Saturday Night Love Boat-Fantasy Island Double-banger
September 26, 2006
Y'all pull up a stool and set a spell.
'Cause I got stuff to say. And when I say it, I want you here listenin'.
I actually have a cowgirl outfit quite similar to this.
The Blogging thing is hard for me sometimes; in the beginning it was easier to be honest on my blog and to say how I really felt about things, but as more and more people have started reading it (including family and close friends), it gets harder to do that. It’s like when you go to a new city and in the beginning you can act like a big asshole because nobody knows you; but as you become a member of the community, you reel it in a bit. At least I do. Either that or move to a new town so I can keep being an asshole.
Mostly, my creativity gets in a rut sometimes; I just don’t have enough feelings about things to be able to write well. I find I need to be angry or humorously annoyed to be able to write really well. When I’m just plodding through my relaxing summer, there isn’t much to say. Then one day I wake up & realize that my blog feels like a chore, and that is when I take a break. Or post really simple stuff, or dwell in my childhood by revisiting Sesame Street episodes that make me happy.
While on my short break, I discovered that I am seething with feelings! Yes, it is true! At the moment, I find myself mostly pissed off. Here are some of the things I am pissed off about:
The stupid 20 year old girls in choir who won’t shut up and even have the nerve to talk on the cell phone. DURING REHEARSAL!
The teacher on my team (who brought the dog to work) who won’t shut up when I am trying to run a meeting, and the other teacher who sits across from her and shouts back at her. It’s like Cage Match, and I’m the referee.
The way Shepherd Boy appears in my dreams unexpectedly, and then acts like we’ve been talking for the past 13 years instead of this void of silence that I hate so much.
I’m mad at alcohol, because why does it have to be something that is so nice and so fun and oh, this red goes so nicely with the veal, and then suddenly one day you wake up more hung-over than you have ever been in your life and realize it’s a problem for you? Why couldn’t it just stay fun and easy? And I can’t ever go back to fun and easy, because I am past that. Fuck you, ETOH!
When I wrote you the long email about my MS diagnosis, this comment, which I guess was the best you could do: “Wow, that is a lot to digest.” Yeah, sorry my multiple scle-fuckin-RO-sis is so hard for you. Guess I overestimated you. Don’t talk to me; if you do, I’ll just pretend I was talking about someone else.
Although I feel like I have a right to make jokes like this, and that makes me happy.
Now if I can get a few scary dolls, teddy bears, or thumb-sucking teenage girls (my best rant ever, and worth the click) back into my life, I’ll really have some fodder for the mill.
Until then, please just lie on top of me and wiggle so I can feel better and release some of this anger.
