1. How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?

33. I swear I was 33 for 2 years before I realized that I actually get a year older as birthdays pass. I think 33 is the perfect age for men and women… old enough that the things you say have some cred, but not in your mid or late 30′s and so people don’t look at you with sad eyes and start to whisper about ‘old maids’ and ask questions like, “So… you just never wanted to date…. or???” like this whole process is completely up to me and I just walk outside my door to the Man Tree and pick me a ripe one.

Who, me? Bitter? Nah!

2. Which is worse, failing or never trying?

I would so like to say never trying. I would. But I have failed and that shit blows. It makes me never want to try again, ever. So. Failing. Not to say that I don’t still try, and that I am always successful… just that failing SUCKS and so I avoid doing it at all costs.

3. If life is so short, why do we do so many things we don’t like and like so many things we don’t do?

My only guess is obligation. No one wants to be Mrs Mean Girl, or Mr Not Nice Guy. We do things because we ‘should’ and not because we want to. There are a lot of things I do, simply because I am obligated to… and let’s be frank about it. Sometimes married people wake up and don’t ‘feel married’, but God Bless it, if they go look at their marriage certificate, they most certainly ARE married, so act like you like it and get with the program!

4. When it’s all said and done, will you have said more than you’ve done?

Yes.  So? Hmph. I say a lot. I say I am going to do a lot of things that I don’t do. I have poor follow through. I don’t think that being all ‘self actualized’ makes it all better, but at least I know that I do this and can work on it. I think I am better now than I used to be. Progress. Wrote a song about it. Like to hear it? Here it go.

5. What is the one thing you’d most like to change about the world?

Mean people suck. We don’t all have to be best friends but… guh. Why are people so mean???

But then when I am sick of being blue, I look for something to cheer me up. One of my twiends posted up this link called Emails From Crazy People a few months ago and I haven’t stopped laughing since. A couple of favorites:

Coke, Not for Kids:

I heard that cocaine is made out of coca cola’s innocent children. I’m hoping that this is wrong.. well is it?

I know that a lot of innocent children are harmed during the making of coke, but to think that cocaine is getting profit out of their teeth is just wrong and makes my feet warm. How are we supposed to protect our children if propane is making profit out of both cocaine and coca cola and the only ones to thank for gas is the children? I’m assuming this is why we’re supposed to tell our kids the tooth fairy exists, so we can give their teeth for cocacola’s cocaine, but how do they get it? I guess the general question is me wondering if cocaine is made out of children’s teeth and if this can be prevented by telling them the truth about the tooth fairy. My son is fifteen now and I think he’s getting suspiscious, I had to take him out of school because his friends were telling him that the tooth fairy wasen’t real, and I’m not going to let my bills pay for what cocaine is doing to our children!

This is for all the parents out there who don’t want Coca Cola being the new Google!

I wish that I had saved some of the crazy emails that I’ve received from men via online dating sites. Some of them are DOOZIES. Here’s another favorite along that line called Nine Winners. I think these are nine different responses to an online dating ad (even funnier than the content is the comments!):

“Hello there; How are u doing today, hope u are doing good, am sorry to bother u with this mail, it’s just that i’m browsing through profiles was attracted by ur charming profile so i decided to drop u a few lines just to say hi, hope we can be real friends though real friends are hard to find bcuz i know that i thousand miles journey starts with a step and I believe that we are here for the same purpose. What do u think? Do have a wonderful day and be blessed. I can’t wait to read from u soon.”

“You got some booty back there mami. What you black by injection?”

“TO SEE YOU ARE TRULY A QUEEN.I SEE ALL THE BEAUTY RIGHT IN YOURE.IT SHOWS COURAGE AN DIGNITY,TO GROW IS TO LEARN TO ACHIEVE GREATNESS INVOLVE PERSISTENCE AN PURE DETERMENATION,TO UNDERSTAND LIFE IS TO MAKE MISTAKES AN LEARN FROM THEM. TO SEE THAT YOU ARE TRULY DESTINY.”

“this is jack want to chat sometime i,m 34 single and looking i,m a libra i,m athletic and outgoing and fun i like music/movies/tv/pool/darts /bowling/etc if you would like talk more 253-5**-**** my cell sexy”

“im an ex professional soccer player with a great body. i love running, playing competive soccer, lifting weights and extreme activities. i also love cuddling and drinking good beer and wine. i would like to invite you over to my beautiful new house for dinner and socializing. we could go hiking and watch a movie if you want. we would have lots of fun together”

“Non-Religious eh?
I have to admit, Revelation 13:16 does indeed sound alot like a credit card micro-chip implant.
Spooky stuff.”

“Great, a leo. I’m a sag, you need anything painted?? I’m a professional painter here in Seattle. feel free to call me anytime on my cell at 206-***-****, love johny !!!”

“COFFEE? U SEEM VERY INTERESTING AND I THINK UR VERY YUMMY! WE HAVE A LOT IN
COMMON! I THINK THAT WE’D HAVE A LOT OF FUN TOGETHER! I’M CHRIS B.T.W..”

“was up g to day is Friday let have fun i live near to you hood”

I did get an email like this once- Who Doesn’t Want One? All of the crazy people seem to have Yahoo! Instant messenger and webcams. The guy was in his 60′s and wanted to know if I’d like to talk to him while he spanked himself wearing women’s underwear…on webcam. Or something.  Reason #4902 I no longer have a Yahoo! account. But uhm, in all seriousness if this chick doesn’t want him…

There are no words. Wait, yes there are, but I’m too busy laughing to say them. I am jealous– I never got rhyming myspace messages! Just endless bulletins about things I didn’t care about!

Ahhhh. Humor. It is the salve to the broken soul. Or a big, shiny hilarious distraction. What are your favorite pick-me-ups?

I wasn’t going to do confessions this week because I took all week to come up with last week’s list and I got kind of confessed out! My list this week was turning out to be lame and ranty, but I am going for consistency, here and if you don’t like it, well whatever, I probably don’t either. Let’s get together and bitch about me, shall we?

As usual, these are my own personal thoughts, un-santized for your entertainment. Wetnap?

Things I am afraid to admit I don’t like, for fear of being run out of town:

• Girl Scout cookies: They taste like cardboard, to me. It might stem from my unsuccessful infiltration into their organization when I was 10 yrs old. It just didn’t work out. But no, no likey. I could buy 18 boxes of those things and a year from now, all 18 would be safe. Well…….unless I get hungry and the choice is pureed gravel or Girl Scout cookies. If you spread the gravel over Texas Toast, I will eat that. I would pretty much eat almost anything that comes on Texas Toast.
• Nutella: I know. I’m crazy, huh? I don’t do Glee, or Nutella. I am pretty much Satan, or one of his underlings. But come on, people. I like chocolate flavored things. I like hazelnut flavored things. Chocolate and hazelnut, I don’t know how they can mess it up, but so much no. My tastes buds rise up against Nutella every. time. Ew.
• Coleslaw: It smells like it should taste good, but it doesn’t. Don’t eff with my cabbage. I used to work at KFC a million years ago. I watched the store manager make coleslaw every day, and I’d just shake my head at the waste. A metric ton of good smelling nasty tasting mixture. How do people eat that stuff?
• Genetically Engineered Fruit: GrApple are not worth $5 unless they peel and slice and dip themselves into peanut butter. I taste a hint of grape, but the flavor of them is too mild, for me. Plus… it’s a grape flavored apple. Was there a huge demand for this? Is this where my tax dollars are going? I am single w/ no tax deductions and therefore am virtually screwed by Uncle Sam every year, but at least I can feel comforted that there are grape flavored apples! I feel like I am eating a science experiment. Gimme a Fuji and call it a day.
• Coke: I live in the Town That Coke Built, paid for by the Money That Coke printed but Thank God I’m a Pepsi Girl. I will drink Coke, but not if there’s Pepsi. I am pretty sure I have just broken some kind of law.

I’m such an alcoholic lightweight! My galpal Jamaican Queen tells this story (a lot) about how I was laid out on her living room floor professing my love for everything off of ONE Smirnoff Ice (Green Apple, represent!), while Green Eyes was enjoying some overproof Wray & Nephew Rum and was still able to stand. I can’t even SMELL rum and still stand. One whiff off of the neck of that bottle shot me back a foot.

The Blogosphere has recognized my greatness and bestowed an award upon me. This award comes to me from Heart and Hairspray, one of my fellow LadyBloggers. Gaze upon it:

I’d like to thank Jesus, my momma, my manager, and the 238 people  searching for blackberries that keep finding my blog.  WTF, I have ONE post on my blackberry.

According to the rulez, I have to state 7 things that people might not know about me. And tag 7 people. Uh. Okay.

1. I never tag people. *eep* I know, I’m a rebel.

2. I am a military brat. I have lived in OK, TX, CA, SD, IN, WA and GA. Most of those places I lived before I turned 12. My father retired at Fairchild Air Force Base in Spokane, WA. I left Spokane 15 years later and moved to Georgia by myself. Best thing I could have ever done.

3. I have been at my current job the longest I have ever been at a job… since 2004. Technically, it’s with a family of companies so while my job title has changed, I’ve worked with just about the same people for 6 years. Wow. I think I am an adult, or something.

4. I graduated with a degree in Interpersonal Communication Studies. That means I can ask, ‘would you like fries with that’ with a deep compassion, understanding, and deference to other cultural, gendered, or nationality or relational differences. I was supposed to be an English teacher. I got to college, looked at the main coursework for an Ed major, said “eff that, Comm Studies looks fun!” And it was. I loved loved loved Communication Studies. I wish I’d opted for a more specific track like Public Relations or Journalism. I could have, but with IP you got to take all of the classes with none of the Internships. I regret not doing an internship.

5. I minored in Teaching English as  Second or Foreign Language, spurred by my experience with  a Japanese roomate my freshman year and working with English Language programs at my University.  While I excelled in it, my ego was trampled upon when I applied to work abroad and didn’t get the job. All my co-workers did, though. I pretty much figured I sucked at it, and decided I didn’t want to teach. Because being an Executive Assistant is so where it’s at, ya’ll. :|

6. Watashi wa nihongo ga sukoshi dake hanashimasu. Translation:  I speak a little Japanese. I took a year of it in college. Got a 4.0. I’ve always loved languages- I took 3 years of Spanish in high school. Sometimes when I watch Telemundo, I can almost understand what’s going on. When I go to the Dominican salon to get my hair done, sometimes I eavesdrop. I’m nowhere near bi-lingual or multi-lingual but being curious about other languages has come in very handy. And I can also say, excuse me, which direction is the bathroom (Ano sumimasen ga. Oteari wa dochira desuka?), which, you know… is a phrase people should really learn in any language  Ah, I miss Japanese.

7. Man, that elusive number 7. It should be a good one… let me think, let me thiiiiinnnnkkkk. I have no idea. Uhm. I like underripe bananas? Especially if they’re really cold.  I don’t know, people! The pressure. I buckled.

So like I said, I normally don’t tag people, let alone 7 of them, but I think Tex and Green Eyes and Becky would actually do it. SO DO IT.  And link back! YAY.

*curtsy*

Disclaimer- My confessions are my real and true thoughts and are not intended to be Politically Correct. If you want me to lie about how I feel, I require dinner first.

I confess that I hate small talk. Ooooh. Hate. I am shy (seriously) and I don’t like having to think of inane things to say. I don’t have a feeling about the weather. I really don’t. It’s cold or it’s hot. Okay. That’s about as far as that conversation is going. I was taught that a conversation is like a game of volleyball– each person is responsible for volleying “the ball” over the net and not letting the “the ball” hit the floor. I hate sports analogies.

I confess I will roll my eyes if someone sends me a video link to YouTube. I don’t want to see a six year old dance to Single Ladies, a talentless hack embarass him or herself in front of the nation and so help me Jeezy, if the link is the cast of Glee even breathing, I will cut.you.

I confess that I think the new We Are The World is Shiteous. That’s shitty + hideous = Shiteous. People who are all ‘positive’ about it are making me want to scream. Poor Haiti, we couldnt even write a new song for you. We just gathered up a bunch of no- talent famewhores and stuck them in a room and had them sing- badly- one of the greatest charity singles of all time. I actually like Celine Dion but I want to cut her for singing the Cyndi Lauper section. Damn you Michael Jackson, for not being around to stop this.

I confess I still watch cartoons. I just watch different cartoons.

I confess that I’m a great speller but not the best typist, and sometimes I am not all that diligent. Sometimes I will just type any old thing, let Google point out that I am a dumbass with that red squiggly line, and then right click and let Google correct it, if it’s so damn smart. I just had to add ‘dumbass’ to the dictionary, by the way.

I confess that if a guy has dimples, I am pretty much down for the count. They aren’t required for attraction, but they’re pretty hard to overcome.

I confess that sometimes Dr Phil shows make me reconsider a point of view that I’ve held for quite a while, and that sometimes scares me. How am I so easily swayed by a hokey Texas accent?

I confess that I probably, (okay definitely) need some kind of therapy. I confess I can think of 25 things I would rather spend my money on. Sometimes I just need someone to care because I pay them to care and not try to solve my problems. Let me answer the hard questions myself without being uncomfortable that there are hard questions that need to be answered.

I confess that sometimes, though, like a new Christian or a newly ‘out’ person, New Therapy People annoy me with their need to pass on everything they’re learning as they learn it. I’m not IN therapy. YOU ARE. I see myself as capable of being highly annoying (thinks back to when I read The Surrendered Single and pushed it on everyone in the most annoying way possible).

I recently read this incredible post at Hope Dies Last about needs and compromise. I confess Ive always been the person who stoically claims there are worse things than being alone, and I truly mean it. It stems from watching unhappy people trapped in unhappy relationships in severe contrast to those in happy relationships. Her post sort of threw me for a loop and made me think, though. If a relationship is important to me, am I willing to compromise a few needs in order to maintain overall happiness? And is that different than settling? I think compromise and settling share a thin line. I’m scared of the wrong side of that line.

I confess that after thinking on it for a few days, I don’t know what I need. I don’t know what I want. I don’t know what I could give up or compromise on. I am too old for playing around to try to figure it out. I have the luxury of not having a ton of relationship baggage– but only because all that other baggage keeps me from ever really exploring relationships.

I confess that sometimes I get in the elevator and just press the button. I don’t wait to see if anyone is coming and hold the door. In fact, Hold the Elevator !!! is a sure fire way to get me to press ‘door close’. Oops. The elevators run all day everyday. It’s like it only runs once a day and you’re about to miss that one time. There will be another one in 60 seconds.

I confess I get jealous watching House Hunters International. Here I am, slaving away to live in these here United States, and people can afford to buy a home in, say Cabo San Lucas or Fiji or France… I think people are just showing off. Quietly, I’d ship myself off to the Greek Islands and never be seen or heard from again.

I confess I think I’m pretty damn funny. Hilarious, actually. It’s a defense mechanism. My ex called me on it, and I had no idea what he was talking about. Now I notice it about myself. I think I am naturally funny, but when I am uncomfortable I make a joke. That’s probably normal, though. Right? (say yes)

I confess I don’t understand non-Catholics observing Lent. I understand a show of solidarity. I guess. But… I don’t observe Ramadan or Hanukkah in any kind of show of solidarity. Why Lent? So we’ve taken a tenet of Catholicism, but one we like– not the confession or the daily mass, or the the rosary, not even the Ash Wednesday observance, but LENT– yeah, we’ll do that cause we need to do it anyway. Why can’t we let Catholics be great? Let them do their thang, dawgg.

I confess I ate an entire box of Cheerios between Saturday and Monday. This is why I am not allowed to buy cereal.

I confess I am also not allowed to watch Infomercials. I have a Fluidity Bar in the middle of my dining room that is on the verge of gathering dust. I’m going to use it. Soon. Promise.

I confess I hate pills and don’t take them. I’m not on birth control, but if I was, the pill is not an option. Plus, me on hormones is just not a good idea because I am halfway crazy already. I hate the smell of them, mostly. If I take a pill, it is a sign of impending doom. The Apocalypse, if you will. Let it be known, however, that if I get a headache (which rarely happens) I have to end it or it will make me physically ill. So. I just took two Advil. Stand by for fire and brimstone.

I recently told my mom that I wasn’t feeling well. She says to me, “You should keep some medications around, you know. Some Pepto or Tylenol, some cough medicine, you know, things like that.” To which I replied, “Yeah, I don’t like to take drugs.” To which she replied, “Well it’s not like I told you to stock up on heroin!” That wasn’t a confession. I just find my mother hilarious (no shocker that I get my sense of humor from her) and I was reminded of that while confessing to actually taking pills.

I confess I don’t like the touch, the feel of cotton, the fabric of our lives. Well, pure spun cotton. It gives me the heebs. You know how people react to nails on a chalkboard? That’s how my body reacts to the feel of cotton. I do not own cotton balls, Qtips, or those cotton makeup remover pads. I cannot touch them.

I confess I think sex tapes are boring. So you have a sex tape? And? Its going to be dark, grainy, mostly soundless and highlight the fact that you couldn’t strike a rhythm if you were trapped in the same room with one. Spare me the drama- its not that you have a sex tape. It’s that people will find out that you’re boring as fuck.

I confess I think that snowboarder Shaun White is kind of cute. But I’m still hating the Olympics.

These have been my confessions, sponsored by coffee, cheerios, and CVS.

The What?

Google Buzz is…. something. You know what? I don’t know what it is.

I heard about it yesterday, proceeded to ignore it, and it showed up in my Google account today, molesting all of my email and mingling with my Google docs. Earlier today, I said something to the effect of ‘I’ll want GoogleBuzz like I wanted GoogleWave, and then I’ll get it, and then stare at it, and then go……………….the what???  Because I still don’t know what GoogleWave is!

It looks to me to be kind of facebookish except it’s just for your Google contacts.  And twitterish except it supposedly does more than twitter. But…….just for your Google contacts. Cause, those are the only people I want to talk to all day. I totally want to maintain 2-3 methods of social interaction open, as well as IM and email. TOTALLY.

It seems to work with chat and twitter and Picasa. It also slices and dices and leaves your laundry with a fresh, clean linen scent. Too bad I don’t really need one of those Slap Chop things and I already use those Purex laundry sheets. Turns out I don’t need this Google Buzz thing.

This will probably turn out like Twitter, which I had a year before I really even used it, swore I’d never really be into it, and now it’s pretty much where most of my online social interaction happens.

But hey… if twitter and facebook ever blow up… man… I’ll be right on this… BUZZ… thing….

I love these music survey things. I have so much stuff on my iPod that I forgot I a) liked and b) actually added. Oy. Let’s see what we’ve got:

HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
Lollipop (Mika) …Uhm. Well. Lickable…???  I don’t know.

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A BOY?
9 to 5  (Dolly Parton) .. Yeah after about 8 hours…. get out.

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
The Bad Guys Always Die  (Eminem) ….I don’t know if I’m the bad guy or…..???  But at least Dre is on this track?

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
Tender Love  (Force MD’s) …If only you knew how funny this was. And how I have no idea who Force MD’s are. A musical troupe of physicians? *shrug*

WHAT’S YOUR MOTTO?
How Can I Fall (Breathe) …Kind of appropriate. I do all my own falling. it’s a skill. I find a new way to fall everyday.  And WOW this song is old!

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Cherish  (Kool& The Gang)  …I might be a little egotistical but of my real friends, I’d say this is true. Okay, acquaintances, too.

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Captain  (Dave Matthews Band) … I guess so. I’m the strong one. Big Mike is the ‘avoider’.

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
True Colors  (Cyndi Lauper) …I love this song. It kind of makes me cry. And it’s actually pretty true. A lot of times I wonder if people are like… really real with me. Is that you, or the you that you want me to see, or know? I’m real. Are you?

WHAT IS 2 + 2?
All I Need  (Jack Wagner) … I just wrote it down.

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
River of Dreams (Billy Joel)  …Hm. Not quite GreenEyes but uhm… I could make it work…

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Next Time I Fall (Peter Cetera/ Amy Grant) … Yeah, I’m always talking about the next time I fall in love. Like, all day it’s all I talk about. *rolleyes* But yeah. I’ll know better what to do. Keep my effing mouth shut.

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
What Love Is  (Mary J Blige) … I don’t like this meme all of a sudden

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Coming Up (Paul McCartney) …I don’t like anyone but it’d be nice to have someone on deck!

WHAT WILL/DID YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Bootylicious (Destiny’s Child)  …Uhm. I seriously don’t think anyone can handle this jelly. But OMG how fun would this be for my bridesmaids…. in their frilly ugly fuschia knee length taffeta and glittery open toed sandals…. yeah. Picture it, ya’ll. My Big Fat Bootylicious Wedding. I don’t think you can handle this…

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Every Little Step (BOBBAY!  Bobby Brown) …I was just talking about Mr Brown yesterday. It’d be appropriate.  I’d like to be wearing the little red bike shorts he’s wearing in this video.

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
I Wanna Have Some Fun  (Samantha Foxx) … We’re probably not talking about the same kind of fun. *blank stare* Maybe.

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
The Boy from Ipanema (Diana Krall) …Actually if the boy was holding a snake, or he was pushing me out of a plane, I’d be scared.

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
Nite And Day (Al B Sure) …Yes. I have a prominent unibrow. And…. I feel better having admitted it to the world.

WHAT DO YOU WANT RIGHT NOW?
Nothin’ But A Good Time (Poison) … And no more Brett Michael’s Reality Shows

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Take a Chance on Me (ABBA) …I just think this song rocks. And so do my friends.  *dances*

WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
Bust a Move (Young MC) …HA! I love it. I met Young MC once, back in the day when I was a radio girl. Nice, nice, nice guy. Very intelligent.

Ah, that was fun. *Rewinds to Bootylicious again*

I love that Stevie Nicks is playing guitar on this song. Love love love her! And love the MJ tribute!

This meme is from Sunday Stealing. Its called the Pretentious Blogger Meme, lol.
1. How long have you been blogging?

Counts…. well, regularly here since August.  I’ve tried, in some form or another, to have a blog in the past but I never found myself interesting enough to write about. I’m trying, now, to have more of a diary type thing than a popular blog where I postulate and pretend to know a lot of things about stuff. I just want to blog about life and things.

2. What made you start?

I found I had things to say, stuff I wanted to talk about. The Diary was born.

3. Who inspired you?

I’ll do the PC answer… I follow a lot of bloggers because I’m inspired by real people telling their life stories, a post at a time. People who are open and funny and real. I’d say, if your blog shows up on my blog roll or my reader, you inspire me.

4. About how many hours a week would you estimate you spend on your blog?

Depends on the week. Some weeks, less than 1. Some weeks I spend hours a day here.

5. What kind of experience or background do you have with writing?

Until recently, no professional experience. I feel like I write well, but I don’t focus a lot on proper grammar rules and editorial aspects of writing. I’m more of a fiction writer– I prefer to make things up. Non fiction (and my life is pretty much non fiction) is hard for me, but I wanted to press myself to do some things that weren’t easy and expand my repertoire.

6. Talk about how you come up with blog topics. Where do you get your ideas?

Usually it’s something sparked from conversation on twitter, message boards, or real life. Sometimes from TV or music. Sometimes ‘ripped from the headlines’. Recently I’ve been trying to gather a list of ‘things to talk about’ because I get a little dry and boring.

7. What or who inspires you and your blog?

Is it me or did I already answer this?

8. Where and/or how do your brainstorming for your blog?

I don’t really. Perhaps that’s an issue? If it doesn’t come from my life (and frankly if I don’t have the energy to blog it) it doesn’t get blogged.

9. Do you have any blogging rules or guidelines you follow?

Not really. Just blog. Try not to get spammed.

10. Is there anything you will not blog about?

Politics, probably. Religion, maybe. I feel like those are really personal and I don’t really care what people think about my choices.

11. Do you have any sort of a publishing schedule in terms of day of week or topic?

Not really, but thinking of developing one.

12. How many drafts of potential blog posts do you have right now?

None.

13. In what medium do you draft your posts?

Sometimes email, especially if I’m at work.

14. How often do you completely scratch or delete drafts or blog post ideas?

All the time. If I’m in the middle of writing it and I don’t care or I’m yawning, I might stop, mid-sentence, and send it to trash.

15. If you had to leave your blog in your will to another blogger, who would you choose?

No one. It’s about me. I’d hope KF would delete it.

16. Are there other blogs that you feel are similar to yours in content, style, or voice?

No, I am unique. Just like everyone else!

17. Has anything surprised you since you started blogging?

People actually read this stuff…..

18. What are your goals or plans for your blog going forward?

Do more of it? Maybe, you know… become more popular. Or whatever. I dunno. I don’t have huge plans.

19. Do you make any money from your blog? (optional) about how much a month?

None.

20. What blogging system do you use?

WordPress, self hosted, because I am a control freak.

21. How did you come up your blog name?

Gonna shout out MissShellie. :D She told me she liked to read about my adventures and that I should start a blog, sort of Bridget Jones-ish but with my flavor. It took awhile to get it up and running, but it’s here finally.

22. How many blogs do you have? What was your peak?

2. I had three but the third I just didn’t really care about and I’m looking to replace it with just a static page, since it’s the home page/CMS for a forum. Actually… I have a blog strictly for my *NSYNC fangirling and crazyness. I don’t post in it often. I also help run stillnsync, which uses WP as a CMS.

23. Are you having as much fun as when you started?

Even more.

24. Where do you find other bloggers like you?

Twitter mostly. WordPress.com does a great job of grouping bloggers by topic. I wish WP.org had the same thing. Google is great as well. Lastly, I cruise blogrolls of bloggers I love, looking for the blogs THEY love.

25. What’s your one wish when it comes to blogging?

More readers. Lots of comments. Lots of interaction. Tons of fun. Oh, that’s more than one, huh?

It’s Thursday.

I decided last week that I was going to do confessions on Thursday, and I was even trying to gather up some funny ones to mix in with my ‘that’s real, yo’ words of truth and wisdom. But really? I’m just not feeling it today.

I had long, cold, kind of bad day. Not a bad work day, but some personal things came up, and I just checked out. My heart is kind of heavy and my mood isn’t very light, and this is not the mood I need to be in to do this post justice. So, I will work on climbing over the mountain and will hopefully return to Confessions Thursday next week.

I also realize I’ve not really made a post in February. I’m sort of slacking everywhere, aren’t I? I’ve been in a bit of a personal and creative slump. I’m hoping that I’ll be above water, soon. I was just saying, this morning, that I wish I could go on a writing vacation. Just me and my thoughts and the laptop. Peace and quiet and I could concentrate. Might be a good idea. I’d do it Valentine’s Day weekend but, clearly I’m going to be busy being a single loser that weekend, so… I’m all booked up.

Soon, though.

The Name Game

1. What is your first name? How do you feel about it?

> Curvy. I’m kidding. It’s Dominique. I like it, but it’s 9 letters long and lately I can’t spell it very well. Wow.

2. Do you feel that a name can influence the course of a person’s life? Their personality?

> Sure. I meet lots of people who pretty much ‘are’ their name. Like you can’t imagine them having another name.  Another angle is people giving their children very ethnic, really…. creatively spelled, uncharacteristic names, thinking they’re being clever and different, are harming their child’s future more than they know. Employers have already admitted they discriminate based purely on name, especially names that ‘sound’ black.

3. Can a person’s name sway your opinion of them? Why or why not?

>Nah.

4. How do you feel about the current trend toward androgynous first names?

> MMM. Some I like… the Leslie’s and the Taylor’s of the world have my approval. Don’t think there are any men that really want to be named “Sue”.

5. Are there any names that speak powerfully to you, whether by association or imagination?

>Off the top of my head, not really… then again it is 12:15 and I am listing to the left, so… gimme some time.

There ya go, nosey  butts! Now YOU!

These are my confessions::

• I have to be to work at 8. Sometimes I am still laying in bed at 7:40. My boss never says anything when I waltz in at 8:30, mostly because I work my tail off and skip lunch a lot. But still…. it’s kind of ridiculous since I live, maybe 2 miles from work. Seriously, about 10 minutes away.
• More than once in the past few weeks, I have discovered that my blouse is on inside out or backward. Sometimes I don’t correct the issue. I have one shirt that I wear backward on purpose.
• I hate the Olympics. Summer and winter. On occasion I will watch figure skating but most of it? Boring-tastic. I hate that NBC is going to be dominated by the Olympics for days on end.
• I may not be S.A.D. but I have certainly been a B.I.T.C.H. lately. Apologies to my friends. And if you didn’t notice, then disregard this one.
• I hate tipping. I do it because I am expected to appreciate service and because I don’t want people to spit in my food… I simply don’t think it’s my responsibility to subsidize a low rate of pay, but whatever. I rarely get services because I feel compelled to tip, and I hate doing it. I, however, tip very well.
• Sometimes… all the time… I’m jealous of people. I feel like a lot of people live a better life than I do. It occurs to me that some might feel the same about me. That doesn’t make me feel any better.
• I’ve considered getting some of those electronic cigarettes, but only if they provide Nicotine. Not cause I want to smoke but because nicotine is an appetite suppressant. Then I realize this is CRAZY and put the thought away. I still have the thought, every once in awhile. Would I really start smoking to lose weight? Stupid.
• I say, pretty often, that there are worse things than being alone. Truthfully, I can’t think of anything worse than going through life not being able to count on anyone else,  not having anyone else count on me. I confess I often take the coward’s way out and insist that I don’t want or need anyone, when it’s the thing I want the most. I can live without someone. It really isn’t what I want, though.
• I don’t like socks. It has to be very cold for me to wear them. I also don’t like shoes. I never wear them unless I am leaving the house.
• He seems all the rage, but I don’t much like Jo.hn May.er  and I don’t understand the appeal of his music. He’s also quite unsexy, to me. He is, however, kind of snappy and sarcastic and as a snappy and sarcastic person, I can get with that
• I need a pedicure. I have needed a pedicure for forever. I am too lazy to go to the salon and get one. My feet are horrid.
• And yet I can’t wait until open toed shoe and flip flop weather
• Sometimes I trim my fingernails with scissors– when they get so long I can’t type, esp on the phone. I get frustrated, grab a pair of scissors and snip snip.
• I got a 2bdrm 2 bath apartment for no reason… I’ve never used the 2nd bathroom and the 2nd bedroom has boxes in it. I regret it, now.
• I do NOT regret my car, but I get mighty salty having to send that payment every month after not having one for a few years.
• I am a control freak

I think that’s a good confessional session for this week! See ya’ll next Thursday!

Feeling light now,

Curvy Jones

Okay it’s been fcuking freezing here lately, so how about some warmth!

Thinking Warm Thoughts

1. What is your favorite hot beverage?
2. Describe your favorite hot food?
3. What piece of clothing makes you feel warm and snuggly the moment you put it on?
4. Do you warm up your car on cold days? Do you run the heat all the time or just enough to defrost the windows?
5. What is your ideal warm-weather vacation spot?

You know the drill! Read ‘em, answer ‘em, come back here and post your links! BUT WAIT! THERE’S MORE!

I’m pretty sure I said this was stupid, last week. But now I’m curious. If people could ask me anything, what would they ask? If people wanted to know my thoughts about anything, what would they ask me about?

Do you want to know if I voted in the last election?
Do you want to know if my toilet paper hangs over or under?
Do you want to know if I drink 2%, 1%, or skim milk?
Do you want to give me blog ideas? Because, really, I’ll take them!

Do you want to know something…….. more personal? There’s only one way to find out.

Ask Me

*I won’t tell you what you can and can’t ask, but I reserve the right to not answer every question.

I remember saying last week, or the week before, or whenever, that this was dumb because no one would want to ask me anything.  Prove me wrong. Ask a good one.

GO!

You know the drill! Answer ‘em on your blog, link back here! Donezo!

1. What’s your favorite cereal?

2. What is too gross to eat in the morning?

3. What time do you go to bed?

4. Where do you put your keys?

5. What vegetables do you love?

Inquiring Minds

You know the rules!  Copy ‘em down, answer ‘em, link back so we can all gawk!

1. Which do you think reveals more about a person, the contents of their refrigerator or the contents of their purse?

2. When you visit someone’s home, what are you most interested in looking at?

3. If you could make it so that one person on earth was physically incapable of telling lies or keeping secrets, celebrities & politicians included, who would you choose?

4. Have you ever spilled the beans on someone else’s secret? If so, what was it?

5. Have you ever kept a diary? If so, was it top secret? What did you write about?