Post 2! Thanks for reading and commenting. Again, if you’d like to comment but you’d rather not do so in public, please feel free to email me at curvyjones[at]diaryofcurvyjones or mocahgirl[at]gmail.

At the top of this post on the right hand side you’ll see  a directory of sorts. All posts in this series will be tied together. You can view other posts in this series by clicking on the link in the directory.

This is a long entry, I apologize. I was going to cut it but decided to let it be. It’ll be here if you get tired of reading and want to come back later! ;)

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The Easy Stuff:

This is post 1 of a series of posts, simply so that people don’t have to read a thesis on my life– and neither do I, when I read back. There’s a bit of “about me” stuff floating around the Diary already but I have provided some background for better understanding. If I don’t know where I’ve come from, I won’t be able to guage where I am or where I am going.

Edit: My mom sent me an email tonight to tell me that my dad is in town. Until the 10th. >insert blank stare here< I decided to go ahead and post this so that I can appropriately freak out tomorrow and people will have more of an idea of why I am freaking out.

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They say confession is good for the soul. My soul should be all good, after this week!

Borrowed from the Internet. Thanks!

• In review: I still hate the Olympics and socks. I still really don’t like Mr. Mayer.
• Ever since I fell down a flight of stairs last year, I’m kind of afraid of stairs and I avoid them like the plague. Curbs too. I just see myself hurling over the edge. I confess that I’ve turned into a wuss and that bugs me.
• Sometimes, especially in the winter, I will come home on Friday, get into bed and not get back out of it until Sunday. I confess I really look forward to that, some weeks.
• I confess that I have never had a boyfriend on Valentine’s Day. I’ve never had a date on Valentine’s Day.  I confess that kind of makes me sad, every year, as much as it shouldn’t really matter because it’s a Hallmark Holiday and  we should show romantic love everyday, not just on Feb 14th.  The first time I actually have a Valentine on Valentine’s Day??? That poor, poor man.
• I’ve been dieting. I’ve lost about 10 lbs. I confess I think I gained it back, this week. I tried to take a day off for the SuperBowl. It’s turned into an off week.
• Last week I made a decision to stop doing something that was doing more harm than good, as least from my perspective. I confess that although it leaves some people in a bind, I feel relief.
• I had something in this spot that I was going to confess. It was sex and toys related but… I’m glad I saved this as a draft because I decided not to post it. I confess I’m a coward and I’m scared people will think I’m stupid and immature. Holy cow and thank God for being skittish.
• Sometimes I read warnings on bottles and wonder what the hell happened that made them put that warning on that label. Like who’s dumb enough to do some of this stuff? Then I figure it must have happened, so now they specifically warn people not to do it. It must be why they also have warnings at the beginning of JACKASS.
• Sometimes I feel like I’m about 60 years old. And sometimes I feel like I’m about 13.
• My mom sent me an e-card yesterday. She’s never done that before. It really warmed my heart. I confess I almost didn’t send a card back to her. I don’t do well with touchy feely emotiony kinds of things.  I usually just eat. I did, though.
• I’m addicted to my blog stats. I look, all the time, several times a day, to see what people are looking at on my blog. I never thought I was all that interesting. Some days, you guys agree. :/ View the rest of this entry…

In an effort to blog more, I’ve been looking for some memes or something to encourage daily posting. Found a fun one and I hope you participate!

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?

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Anyone who’s known me for longer than five minutes will tell you that I’m a big fan of two bands: Bon Jovi and Dave Matthews Band. I’ve been a fan of Bon Jovi since I was about……God, I don’t know, TWELVE?!? New Jersey and Slippery When Wet were the anthem of my Jr High and High School years. Just the beginning strains of ‘Never Say Goodbye’ is enough to make me GO BUY a Bic Lighter so I could flip my bic and sway and sing/cry along. Gah. I love them! And Bon Jovi has just gotten so much better with age, evolving and changing with the times. LOVE their new rocky, gravelly, southern sound…grrrooowwwllll…. NUM.

DMB, on the other hand, was an acquired taste. I didn’t like them, at first. At all. Too mellow, too sleepy, I can’t understand a word that one cute guy up front says, he mumbles too much and that guy is playing an electric fiddle. COME ON. So they were a big fat NO, until I got a job working with a guy that… now when I say LOVES, that’s probably a major understatement… but he LOVES DMB. Owns everything they’ve ever thought of recording, goes to every show he can attend, and has for years. A real true-blue honest to goodness fan. One year, our company sent him, me, and one other guy (one of his besties, coincidentally) to a conference in Orlando. MOST fun I’ve ever had at a work conference. The days sucked, cause it’s just traveling from one booth to another, looking at boring things I have no intention of buying or even research when I get back to the office, but the nights? Awesome.

It was in Orlando in the spring, so it was warm. They rented a convertible and since I don’t drink much, I was nominated the Designated Driver. No big, I got to drive a convertible around Orlando and sit with these guys who put the FUN in funny. I was told I am the funnest non-drinker ever. At some point over the weekend, I was inducted into the DMB fandom. Love those guys. View the rest of this entry…