1. A smile is __________.
an underestimated force.
2. __________ is my favorite board or card game.
Trivial Pursuit
3. I would love to have more __________ in my life and less __________.
calmness and faith/anxiety and fear
4. When I think of the Summer Solstice, I think of __________.
hippies and druids
5. I just remembered I need to __________.
iron
6. One of my favorite song lyrics goes like this: __________.
For the ones who had a notion, a notion deep inside that it aint no sin to be glad you're alive. I wanna find one face that ain't looking through me. I wanna find one place, I wanna spit in the face of these badlands...
It's my ringtone right now.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to _____, tomorrow my plans include _____ and Sunday, I want to _____!
going to Target, then out to tg's for fish; sleeping late, going for a walk with Hubby John, then going to Polish Fest if it doesn't rain; go to church and then grocery shop, then be outside as much as possible if it's not raining.
Friday, June 20, 2008
The Friday Feast
Appetizer
Do you consider yourself to be an optimist or a pessimist?
I'm a stone pessimist. But I'm in recovery. My motto used to be, "I expect the worst, because then I'm usually pleasantly surprised." Not going to do that anymore. As I've learned, the worst tends not to happen, so why dwell on it?
Soup
What is your favorite color of ink to write with?
Black.
Salad
How often do you get a manicure or pedicure? Do you do them yourself or go to a salon and pay for them?
I have had exactly one manicure -- for our wedding -- and I've had no pedicures. I do my own -- Philosophy sugar scrub, Microplane foot file, then Sally Hansen Dreamy Pink. For some reason, I'm very particular about having my toenails and feet looking good all summer, but I couldn't care less about my hands. My nails are always pretty short and never painted.
Main Course
Have you ever won anything online? If so, what was it?
This year I won Swishy's NCAA bracket challenge and received a $10 amazon gift certificate! I was thrilled since I never win anything. I used it toward Paula Deen's book, It Ain't All About the Cookin' and Pull Yourself Up By Your Bra Straps and Other Quacker Wisdom, by Jeanne Bice. Really. I love her wacky headband and her midwestern wisdom.
I've also received five books from the Librarything.com Early Reviewers Program over the last several months, if you that can be considered winning. I think it is. I'd better get on it though since I've only reviewed two of them.
Dessert
In which room in your house do you keep your home computer?
The "office," our third bedroom that we have set up for whiling away the hours online or, in hubby John's case, doing actual work.
Do you consider yourself to be an optimist or a pessimist?
I'm a stone pessimist. But I'm in recovery. My motto used to be, "I expect the worst, because then I'm usually pleasantly surprised." Not going to do that anymore. As I've learned, the worst tends not to happen, so why dwell on it?
Soup
What is your favorite color of ink to write with?
Black.
Salad
How often do you get a manicure or pedicure? Do you do them yourself or go to a salon and pay for them?
I have had exactly one manicure -- for our wedding -- and I've had no pedicures. I do my own -- Philosophy sugar scrub, Microplane foot file, then Sally Hansen Dreamy Pink. For some reason, I'm very particular about having my toenails and feet looking good all summer, but I couldn't care less about my hands. My nails are always pretty short and never painted.
Main Course
Have you ever won anything online? If so, what was it?
This year I won Swishy's NCAA bracket challenge and received a $10 amazon gift certificate! I was thrilled since I never win anything. I used it toward Paula Deen's book, It Ain't All About the Cookin' and Pull Yourself Up By Your Bra Straps and Other Quacker Wisdom, by Jeanne Bice. Really. I love her wacky headband and her midwestern wisdom.
I've also received five books from the Librarything.com Early Reviewers Program over the last several months, if you that can be considered winning. I think it is. I'd better get on it though since I've only reviewed two of them.
Dessert
In which room in your house do you keep your home computer?
The "office," our third bedroom that we have set up for whiling away the hours online or, in hubby John's case, doing actual work.
The Friday Shuffle
Five random songs from my iPod.
1. Survival Car - Fountains of Wayne, Fountains of Wayne
Don't you wanna ride in my Survival car? We can take the long way home.
2. Brightest - Copeland, Beneath Medicine Tree
If you find yourself here on my side of town I'd pray that you'd come to my door and talk to me like you don't know what we ever fought about, 'cause I don't remember anymore. I just know that she warms my heart and knows what all my imperfections are. And she said that I was the brightest little firefly in her jar.
3. I'm Super - Big Gay Al, South Park: Bigger, Longer and Uncut
I'm so sorry, Mr. Cripple, but I just can't feel too bad for you right now. Because I'm feeling so insanely super that even the fact that you can't walk can't bring me down...I'm super! No, nothing bugs me! Everything is super when you're...don't you think I look cute in this hat, these little pants, this matching tie that I got at Vogue?
4. Real Live Bleeding Fingers and Broken Guitar Strings - Lucinda Williams, World Without Tears
I climbed all the way inside your tragedy. I got behind the majesty of the different shapes in every note. The endless tapes of every word you wrote with real live bleeding fingers and broken guitar strings.
5. Life in a Nutshell - Barenaked Ladies, Rock Spectacle (Live)
I fell down with no one there to catch me from falling. Then she came round and only her tenderness stopped me from bawling my eyes out. I'm ok. And that's why her life, in a nutshell. No way would she ever want it to change me. It's not that easy 'cause my time is often decided for me. But I don't tend to worry about the things that other people say. And I'm learning that I wouldn't want it any other way. Call me crazy, but it really doesn't matter. All that matters to me is she.
...Big Gay Al says, do ask! Do tell!
1. Survival Car - Fountains of Wayne, Fountains of Wayne
Don't you wanna ride in my Survival car? We can take the long way home.
2. Brightest - Copeland, Beneath Medicine Tree
If you find yourself here on my side of town I'd pray that you'd come to my door and talk to me like you don't know what we ever fought about, 'cause I don't remember anymore. I just know that she warms my heart and knows what all my imperfections are. And she said that I was the brightest little firefly in her jar.
3. I'm Super - Big Gay Al, South Park: Bigger, Longer and Uncut
I'm so sorry, Mr. Cripple, but I just can't feel too bad for you right now. Because I'm feeling so insanely super that even the fact that you can't walk can't bring me down...I'm super! No, nothing bugs me! Everything is super when you're...don't you think I look cute in this hat, these little pants, this matching tie that I got at Vogue?
4. Real Live Bleeding Fingers and Broken Guitar Strings - Lucinda Williams, World Without Tears
I climbed all the way inside your tragedy. I got behind the majesty of the different shapes in every note. The endless tapes of every word you wrote with real live bleeding fingers and broken guitar strings.
5. Life in a Nutshell - Barenaked Ladies, Rock Spectacle (Live)
I fell down with no one there to catch me from falling. Then she came round and only her tenderness stopped me from bawling my eyes out. I'm ok. And that's why her life, in a nutshell. No way would she ever want it to change me. It's not that easy 'cause my time is often decided for me. But I don't tend to worry about the things that other people say. And I'm learning that I wouldn't want it any other way. Call me crazy, but it really doesn't matter. All that matters to me is she.
...Big Gay Al says, do ask! Do tell!
Sunday, June 8, 2008
The Sunday Five
1. What's your weather?
Hot, humid, and intermittently stormy. We just came back from hot, humid, and intermittently stormy -- a week in Omaha. At least we live on the second floor and don't have the heartache that is a flooded basement. Word. We lived it.
2. Where are you on your way to?
Better emotional health.
3. Are you good with directions?
No. I am terrible with directions. I am possibly the worst person in the world with directions. I navigate totally by landmarks. When we lived 8 blocks from the lake, I was all about north, south, east and west. Walking to work, I would frequently be stopped and asked for directions to the immigration office in downtown Milwaukee. I was so proud to be able to use actual directions in my directions. Because of one-way streets it's a bitch to get to though and sometimes I would pretend I didn't know because it was so hard to explain. It would have been easier to just walk there and have them follow me. But who has the time? Anyway, now that we're in Kenosha and are 55 blocks from the lake, I can't seem to keep those directions in my head. Hubby John can't figure it out since the city is basically like a piece of graph paper, according to him. All the streets and avenues are numbered. The streets run in one direction and the avenues in the other. This is not helpful to me. Is it near Tenuta's, a quick left after Big Star Drive-In, just the other side of the worst strip mall in town? These are the hints I need.
4. Do you know your neighbors?
Sort of. We know our downstairs neighbors because we flooded their condo on the fourth day we lived here. I'm still not completely recovered from that nightmare. We know the president of our association who lives in the building across the driveway from us and we've exchanged hellos with a few other people who live in our building. I've struck up an e-mail correspondence with a plucky 80-year-old woman in our building who is working with our alderperson to rid the area of kids playing paintball. The rest of our neighbors we know based on the nicknames I've given them -- Ciggie Butt Woman (the woman who leans over her balcony and smokes -- although I think that may have been a temporary lodger since I haven't seen that person recently); The Squatters -- the people who are living in a condo across the way from us and who we believe are renting out the bedrooms separately (note to self: call alderperson); The Germans -- because they're German. And super tidy. They only have one tall-kitchen bag of garbage for pick-up every week and sometimes it's not even very full. Spooky.
5. What do you smell?
Garlic and onion. Hubby John is cooking up a pasta feast with spinach and feta chicken sausages from Whole Foods!
Hot, humid, and intermittently stormy. We just came back from hot, humid, and intermittently stormy -- a week in Omaha. At least we live on the second floor and don't have the heartache that is a flooded basement. Word. We lived it.
2. Where are you on your way to?
Better emotional health.
3. Are you good with directions?
No. I am terrible with directions. I am possibly the worst person in the world with directions. I navigate totally by landmarks. When we lived 8 blocks from the lake, I was all about north, south, east and west. Walking to work, I would frequently be stopped and asked for directions to the immigration office in downtown Milwaukee. I was so proud to be able to use actual directions in my directions. Because of one-way streets it's a bitch to get to though and sometimes I would pretend I didn't know because it was so hard to explain. It would have been easier to just walk there and have them follow me. But who has the time? Anyway, now that we're in Kenosha and are 55 blocks from the lake, I can't seem to keep those directions in my head. Hubby John can't figure it out since the city is basically like a piece of graph paper, according to him. All the streets and avenues are numbered. The streets run in one direction and the avenues in the other. This is not helpful to me. Is it near Tenuta's, a quick left after Big Star Drive-In, just the other side of the worst strip mall in town? These are the hints I need.
4. Do you know your neighbors?
Sort of. We know our downstairs neighbors because we flooded their condo on the fourth day we lived here. I'm still not completely recovered from that nightmare. We know the president of our association who lives in the building across the driveway from us and we've exchanged hellos with a few other people who live in our building. I've struck up an e-mail correspondence with a plucky 80-year-old woman in our building who is working with our alderperson to rid the area of kids playing paintball. The rest of our neighbors we know based on the nicknames I've given them -- Ciggie Butt Woman (the woman who leans over her balcony and smokes -- although I think that may have been a temporary lodger since I haven't seen that person recently); The Squatters -- the people who are living in a condo across the way from us and who we believe are renting out the bedrooms separately (note to self: call alderperson); The Germans -- because they're German. And super tidy. They only have one tall-kitchen bag of garbage for pick-up every week and sometimes it's not even very full. Spooky.
5. What do you smell?
Garlic and onion. Hubby John is cooking up a pasta feast with spinach and feta chicken sausages from Whole Foods!
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