Filed under: Lists
Then I went over to Kathy’s site, saw THIS meme, and decided, what the heck…what’s one more meme?
1. Dream job:This changes pretty often, which makes it hard to follow any sort of path toward the job…but I’d really like to be an attorney specializing in employment law. How geeky is that?
2. In the next 3 months something you intend to accomplish: I intend to go on several roadtrips, meet up with several friends, and basically enjoy every day. I don’t think it will be a hard accomplishment.
3. The best advice you’ve ever received:It’s all in the eye of the perceiver.
4. The dumbest thing you’ve ever been told:”If you don’t lay down for your nap, I’m going to have to call the ambulance and they’ll come take you away.” I still have an unnatural fear of ambulances.
5. One thing you know to be absolutely true about yourself:If I would stop defeating myself I could be a force to be reckoned with.
6. If you wrote the story of your life the title would be:My life in Questions: How to Ask the Same Question 8 Times, or Until You Get an Answer that Satisfies You.
7. If you could write a book about anything at all what would it be about: Local History (I know…how very exciting!)
8. When you don’t know what to do, what do you do? First I freeze. Then I procrastinate as long as possible. Then I follow my insticts. Unless conflict is involved. If there is any whiff of conflict I’ll do everything possible to avoid it.
9. One of the greatest experiences of your life and why: Watching my goddaughter grow into her own personality. She’s eight. She lives largely and dramatically. It’s beautiful to see such abandon.
10. Favorite word: I can’t think of a favorite one, but I dislike the words jubilee, calvary, cavalry, and Calgary. They make me cringe when I hear them.
ooo…I just thought of a favorite sort-of-word…I love the suffix “-esque.”
11. The most memorable compliment you’ve ever received: When I had my first website (way before the blog era), someone left a comment in my guestbook (remember those?) that said something like, “I love your website and I’ve only known of your existence for 20 minutes, but I think I’m in love with you.”
12. Your least favorite household chore:Putting away laundry. This was Kathy’s answer, and I’m leaving it. I have no problems doing the laundry or folding it…but I can’t seem to get the folded clothes back to their closet homes.
Filed under: Lists
Cool! I’ve been tagged!
Marie over at PractiGal has tagged me as one of the next people to complete this meme.
The idea is to pick 5 of the following and then complete the sentences. Then pass this little meme on to 3 more of your blog friends!
But no tag backs!
If I could be a scientist…
If I could be a farmer…
If I could be a musician…
If I could be a doctor…
If I could be a painter…
If I could be a gardener…
If I could be a missionary…
If I could be a chef…
If I could be an architect…
If I could be a linguist…
If I could be a psychologist…
If I could be a librarian…
If I could be an athlete…
If I could be a lawyer…
If I could be an inn-keeper…
If I could be a professor…
If I could be a writer…
If I could be a llama-rider…
If I could be a bonnie pirate…
If I could be an astronaut…
If I could be a world famous blogger…
If I could be a justice on any one court in the world…
If I could be married to any current famous political figure…
If I could be a farmer, I’d keep a cow or two in my backyard. There’s something comforting to me about seeing great big gentle cows grazing on green grass.
If I could be an athlete, I’d be an easy-going, laid-back, do-it-for-fun athlete. I wouldn’t be interested in the competition. I’d be interested in the movement.
If I could be a doctor, I’d be a small-town doctor, treating my small town neighbors. Between listening to their heartbeats and testing their reflexes, I’d say things like “So how ’bout that little league game last night, huh?”
Filed under: Daily
I just spent two days on a work-related roadtrip. I basically spent 36 non-stop hours with 2 people that I’m acquaintences with, and I like, but wouldn’t necessarily consider great friends. We rode in the car together, shared a hotel room, ate meals together, sat together in meetings, socialized together. Basically spent EVERY SECOND of 36 hours together.
They are, of course, nice and lovely people. But I need my…well, not even my privacy…just MY time. A couple hours a day when I’m not all nicey nicey “no, YOU use the shower first”…or “here, YOU take the good seat, I’ll stand”…or “no, your snoring (which scared the hell out of me in the middle of the night) didn’t bother me at all.”
Filed under: Songs Stuck in My Head
I can’t complain
But sometimes I still do
Life’s been good to me so far
~Joe Walsh
Filed under: The VIM
A while ago the VIM and I went to lunch at a local Mexican restaurant. As we waited for the food, I started examining the condiment rack. It was a rather large wooden cactus. Spines were fashioned out of little pieces of rope. Somewhere between folk art and just plain cartoonish. I looked up at the VIM to see him rolling his eyes at me.
“What?” I said, “I like it.”
“You like it? Would you have it on your table at home?”
“Yeah, I would. Maybe not forever, but for awhile. It makes me smile. “
Then the burritos came and the cactus was forgotten.
Last night, the VIM said, “You’re like that cactus.”
He had to remind me of the folk-arty-cartoonish cactus.
“Oh yeah, why do I remind of it? Because I’m wooden and prickly?”
“No. Because you make me smile for no good reason at all.”
Filed under: Happiness is...
As I get older, I find myself defining the world around me in terms that mean something to me.
You can go ahead and define winter and summer as snow time and sun time, or cold time and hot time, or sad time and happy time.
I choose to define it as turtleneck time and cherry icee time.
Filed under: Daily
I have a confession to make -
I stick Q-Tips in my ears.
I don’t just stick them in there…I swirl them around, scritch them back and forth, Every Single Day. I can’t help it. I like knowing I have clean ears.
Filed under: Songs Stuck in My Head
I woke up with Psycho Killer stuck in my head.
I love my brain.
I can’t seem to face up to the facts
I’m tense and nervous and I can’t relax
I can’t sleep cause my bed’s on fire
Don’t touch me I’m a real live wire
~Talking Heads
Filed under: Lists
Incomplete, unordered list of what I wanted to be when I grew up:
- a truck driver
- a ballerina
- Nancy Drew
- a reporter on 60 minutes
- married to Freddie on Scooby Doo
- a professional gymnast
- a lawyer
- a lawyer specializing in Employment Law
- a Peace Corps volunteer
- married to one of the Hardy Boys
- an owner of a chimpanzee
- a guitar player in local coffee houses
- a writer
- married to BJ, owner of Bear, driver of big truck
- a microbiologist
- a beach bum
Sometimes I get down,
But it’s not you that gets me down,
It’s just that sense of the impossible,
Gratuitously handed down.
But oh no, not you, don’t wipe your eyes over lies,
Just let them shine their blue,
On every whisper that welcomes the inconceivable
And the birth of the true.
~ Aztec Camera, Birth of the True
