Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Smart boxes installed by dumb people

Our electricity supplier out here in California is PG and E (Pacific Gas and Electric).

Ask any Californian, and I am sure they will offer up a myriad of complaints about PG and E. Myself? I haven't had a huge problem with them. We actually do really well, usually less than 100 dollars a month on our bill, because we use propane for most of our stuff. It balances out, we pay a lot for the propane...
I guess that PG and E decided they were going to change out all of our meters to these "smart boxes" that they can access by computer. I have a problem with that concept, in general, because in this economy, I think they are going to eliminate jobs because they can read our meters by computer, now. Plus, computers make errors, and I don't want a computer telling PG and E that suddenly we are using a buttload of electricity, when we aren't, and we never have.
But they didn't give us a choice about getting the smart box, they just put them in. Or rather, attempted to.
We got home from an errand last week to find a note on our gate, from them, because they wanted to change our meter out, but couldn't come in the gate unless we let them in. The funny thing about this is, our meter isn't inside the gate. Its on the very front of our property, outside the gate, right off the street, in plain sight! This was my first clue that I wasn't dealing with the brightest lightbulb. The note instructed me to call and make an appointment with them to change out our box, since they weren't able to do so. I considered ignoring them, but then thought doing that would make it worse. So I called. I instructed the person over the phone as to where the box is, OUTSIDE THE GATE, and made the appointment. It was for today. And of course, the time frame was anywhere from 8 am to 5 pm...
Round about 9:30, a truck pulls up into my driveway, and honks its horn. I was asleep, trying to sleep in for work tonight. I poke my head up, and sure enough, PG and E. Bastards.
Dim lightbulb says "I honked because I thought the dogs were out".
Hello, the gate is OPEN, would I have my dogs out if the gate were open? (Plus, the dogs aren't here, anymore, and that is a long, sad story I don't want to tell right now. They didn't die. We had to rehome them, to a better place... don't ask, I will cry again).
Then he asks me where the meter is. "On a pole somewhere, right?" says he.
"Its OUTSIDE THE GATE" I nearly shout.
"oh, ok. Sorry." And off he goes. 15 minutes later, my power went out. Lucky for him, it came back on in about a minute, or I would have gone out there and done something harmful to his head.
So now, we have a "smart box". And a computer doing our meter reading.
As much as I love my computer, this age of technology may kill me, yet....

(please don't ask me to tell about the dogs, it happened very recently, and I am still having a hard time with it... they are fine, I promise. They just don't live with US anymore...)

Monday, June 28, 2010

Horrified- Well, maybe not horrified now....

I want to edit this to add that a new commenter here chimed in on my rant, with some really good information about the breeding and treatment of the Seahorses, if you want to learn, go into my comments and follow her links, there is some very good information, enough for me to retract, and say that now I am not so horrified anymore! Thanks a lot for the links, Tami, and commenting on something you are obviously both knowledgeable and passionate about

Rant alert. Leave now if you don't want to read me ranting about seahorses.

I'm going to sit down and blog this while I am thinking about it. Lets see how that works.
Many of you may want to skip this post.. it will probably be fairly uninteresting.

We are making our "small" tank into a saltwater fish tank. (29 gallon). We have been discussing it for awhile now, and are getting closer to putting our plan into action.
I was doing some interweb research on this matter, about saltwater, specifically how to make it, at home, and if there is any benefit to making it vs purchasing it, and the cost difference? One click leads to another, and I find myself perusing a website that sells fish. And then, the horror
This website was selling seahorses.
I have a problem with this.
Seahorses are not bred in captivity, except at a few of the larger, well prepared aquariums, like the one I just went to in Monterey. That means that people are going out, and capturing them, from the wild, and selling them to this fish supplier.
I know. I know.
I keep an aquarium.... how do I know my fish aren't wild caught?
mine are tank bred in the USA, have not ever known a life except a tank. I purposefully choose tank bred fish. Most freshwater fish in this day and age are tank bred, its actually hard to find any wild caught. Even the saltwater fish are, by and far, tank bred. I won't be buying any wild caught saltwater fish, or anenome, or coral for that matter.
Seahorses, caught in the wild, and sold to any jackass who has the money? Fairly cheap? (price ranged from 30-150.00). I've read articles about how difficult it is to actually keep a seahorse alive, even for the professionals in the large aquariums!! They are fragile, and wild, NOT meant to be kept in an aquarium, where if they are lucky, they will live a week, because WE ARE NOT MEANT TO HAVE THEM IN THE HOME!!
I feel very, very sorry for those seahorses. And frustrated that this is even possible. Its illegal to own a ferret in California, but yet, we can own wild caught Seahorses.
Rant over....

On a much more cheerful note....
Happy Anniversary to my parents, Aunt Tuna and Uncle Heinz! 47 years of putting up with each other!! I am blessed, and impressed!!

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Wordless Wednesday

Friday, June 18, 2010

Friday Mieography

This is me. Way the hell back then. Yes, I am mie-ographying myself. Feeling a bit introspective, I guess. Maybe, melancholy, even.

I chose this picture for a reason.
I think its probably the most honest picture of me ever taken. I don't remember the circumstances of its being taken, not even one drop. But I like the look of it. It's just, me. Not looking head on at anything, gazing off, almost, in a way, contemplating my future. If only that girl knew...
Alright. On with the show.
I was born 40 years ago, February, the third of three daughters to Ray and Joy. At that time, Ray was working in a Tire place in Central California, and Joy, she was staying at home, raising her daughters. I had the standard upbringing. We moved a few times, Dad found better, and better jobs, and my Mom? Went back to work around the time I was in kindergarten, maybe a little before, part time, and then, full time. My sisters are four and six years older then me, I was the last hope for the boy they never had. I did fairly well in school, with a few speed bumps, (kindergarten teacher wanted to hold me back because I couldn't cut with scissors in a straight line, or count as well as she wanted me to. I STILL can't cut in a straight line, honestly, but I can count).
When I was in 4th grade, we moved to the house my parents still live in to this day, in Valley Springs, California. A town of 500. (its a bit bigger, now). It was a fairly easy transition for me, harder on my older sisters, but we survived, somewhat intact. I was lucky, that we stayed in one place for so long. I made friends, some that I have to this day, and went to the same schools un-interrupted. It benefitted me.
I wasn't a rowdy teeenager, I had my quirks. I was a slightly above average student, depending on my mood. I HATED math (thanks, kindergarten teacher) and did the bare minimum of it I needed to. That came back to bite me in the ass, later. I briefly went with the wrong crowd at school, got intoxicated a few too many times then a 14 year old should have, and after one BIG drunk (bordering on toxic) saw the error of my ways (through the eyes of a massive hangover, and being grounded FOREVER). I pulled my head out of my ass long enough to have actual fun in high school. We even had a foreign exchange student for a year my senior year, and that was really a blast.
I did (and probably still do) have a tumultuous relationship with my Mom. I can freely admit that I was an independent, mouthy brat. Sulky and sullen at times, like a typical thwarted teenager. We lost our communication skills. I was convinced she didn't, and would never understand me. At seventeen, I made the decision that I HAD to be out from under at eighteen. With their permission, I joined the Navy delayed entry program. I graduated high school, and ran away to be a sailor. Probably the wisest decision I had made thus far.
Boot camp SUCKED. It didn't kill me, but it sure tried. I was a girl from a small town, thrust into a company of more ethnicites than I had ever seen in my life. I heard language I'd never heard. Girls are foul mouthed, yo. Don't let anyone tell you different. And who the hell agree's to go to bootcamp in Orlando, Florida, in AUGUST? Damn. But I survived. Right out of the gate, I was sent overseas, because I asked to go. I wanted to go to Europe, (there is a big Naval base in Holy Loch, Scotland). Instead, I went to Japan. For two years.
I worked on a tugboat, where I had my first experience with gender discrimination. And abuse. One of my 'bosses' hated having a girl (and I was a girl) on his boat, and made my life hell. He even took a swing at me once. But I survived. I escaped him, and went to work in another division (but same tugboat). Probably the second best decision I made. I got to be outside. All the time. I worked hard, and I loved it.
I was a young, crazy girl, who knew not much, those two years in Japan. I dated Marines, learned how to line dance in the country bar, and discovered I could drink responsibly. (I hadn't really had a drink since that big drunk). Of course, I didn't always drink responsibly, hell. I was a sailor. But I hated being hung over, so I erred on the side of caution, usually.
Then, I fell in love. With a Marine. A Marine from the opposite coast of where I grew up. He was a Catholic Boy from Rhode Island. This was that young, giddy love. The chirpy birds and floating hearts, the heat, the fun. We were inseperable. I gave him my young, foolish heart, and to this day, I still feel he gave me his. We got engaged, right before he left Japan, six months before I did. He ended up in the first gulf war. I got transferred back to California, onto a ship. The week he came home from that war, I left for it. We did not physically see each other for over a year. Dumb asses we were, we got married when I came home. I loved him. But at that point, I didn't know who he was, anymore. We'd both been to a war, me on a ship, fairly safe. But him? In the thick of it. It changed him, it changed me. We still loved the idea of each other, and tried to go on that. We lasted less then three years. During that time, I got out of the Navy, we moved to Tennessee, then Rhode Island, and then I came "home". To Valley Springs. To live in my parents house. You see? I did not escape. I had less than thirty dollars, and a suitcase full of memories, and a broken heart. I didn't even have a drivers liscence.
If I thought my relationship with my mother was tumultuous when I was a TEEN living in her house, you should have seen it when I was a WOMAN living in her house. Dayum.
The divorce really hurt me. I tucked into a shell, went to nursing school, (where my lack of math skills came back to bite me in the arse) and avoided men like the plague. I worked as a cashier at a small mini mart while I went to school, and relied on that small paycheck, the GI bill that I'd signed up for (Thank GOD) and, the generousness of my parents to get me through school. I moved out, as soon as I had a decent job with wages. Still avoided men. Most of them. I needed to learn to be happy with just me. So I did. I worked, I had friends, my relationship with my mother improved greatly, and all was well. The few men I tried to meet were just not for me. My dating life sucked. I wasn't ready. So I got a cat instead. I was doing well.
Except, I hated where I lived. One day, I went internet shopping for a nursing job, where I could transfer to. I was hired over the phone, and in less than one month, I needed to find a place to live, and get settled, so I could start orientation at my new hospital. I did it. Another GREAT decision.
So, I transferred to this pretty little town I'd been to, ONCE, and never looked back. I felt like this was home immediately. I made some great friends, lived through a winter with snow for the first time, and began to feel ready to see if I could find someone that could tolerate me. Hesitantly, tentatively, I started to date. Very few and far between. Lots of toads. Lots of fun internet shopping for men. Then, MM came into play. And all was right. This love, is different from that youthful, bird chirping giddy hearts and flowers "all or nothing" love. Its deeper, it flows. There is no question. It is not volatile, it does not take for granted. It just is. I would not have this without having that first love, the one I have no contact with. The one that altered me, for good and bad. I would not change a thing.
So now I am, at 40, happy, content, a homeowner, a partner, a parental figure to an awesome young lady. We have fish, cats, dogs, each other. A jeep. A hammock, debt, fears, anxietys, love, like, laughter, exhiliration, exhaustion, and a booze ball.
Happily ever after?
Yeah, I think so.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

a departure?

I think I've come to the place many bloggers eventually get to.

I feel like I've nothing to really say, anymore.
I mean, I do... but....
well here it is.
I started blogging on a whim, out of curiosity, to see if I'd even maintain it. I had tried written diaries before. And never followed through.
The blogging, it seemed easier.
Thanks to Cami, my lovely cousin, a few people I didn't know came to read it. That was nice. I met the Sybil, the Bubblewench. Slowly, I met a few other people, and then a few more. I found some creative things to do, write stories, put in pictures, the mieographies.
And, who can forget, I met MM, and then, of course, MG during this process, and fell in love. With both of them. I love that my blog kind of loosely documents that.
But I have this thing, a hang up. A protective feeling. I won't, and can't, get really, deep down, gut wrenching personal on here. I don't want to blog about our problems, lack of problems, arguments, make ups, the joys of raising a teenager, the hells of raising a teenager. Its not just me anymore. There are two other people here, and I just can't expose all that intimate detail to the internet.
I am not, in any way, bashing the people who do, and can just put everything out there, by any means. This is a great outlet for airing frustrations and such. I am just too protective of anything that is way personal. MM, and MG are, too. Three years have gone by, and our lives are so enmeshed with each others that I can't usually say one thing about me that doesn't usually involve them. Unless its work. And despite the number of medical blogs taking the chance out there, I can't blog about work. I tried. And failed. Too risky in a small town.
Is it a bad thing that we are so enmeshed? No. I do still have 'me', time that is mine, things that are mine. I just find I prefer, really, to be "we". I was alone, single, and happy, for so many years. But it got old, so I am reveling in this "we". And we are happy, and doing well. There is just something that holds me back from exposing us for all the world wide web to see. Even on the all knowing Facebook, I have reservations...
So where am I going with this rambling blog post?
Am I going to stop blogging?
Probably not.
But I really don't know what my content is going to be. Lately I have just been tossing up 'things'. Even my stories are kind of suffering. And it's kind of not satisfying putting up something, and thinking "You know, I really could have written a much better _______ then that. But then walking away from it and leaving it up, anyhow. There seem to be so few of you loyal lovely people who drop by, anyhow. Which is ok, because, well, I blog for me. Anyone else reading it (when it has decent content) is just gravy. And I know that I have totally fallen off the comment wagon, lately, myself. But I love you all, and value the friendships I've made doing this blogging thing. And I will be around, visiting your blogs. Writing some stories here and there for Daryl's "tell me a story" posts (I love those).
I just need to find some motivation, again. Something.
Ah hell, I don't know...

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Wordless Wednesday

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Queen Meme Tuesday

Sometimes silly.
Sometimes serious.
Always fun!
Step out of the box.
Be creative.
Use your imagination.
No one's answers are quite like yours

So much crazy news out there lately -from sunbursts to outbursts to implants to supplements. Here are a few topics spinning off the newswire.. Sound off and tell us how you really feel about it. Your opinion counts.

1. What would you do about the BP oil spill? Give us your suggestions. I would have prevented it from happening in the first place.

2. Tipper and Al Gore are calling it quits. I honestly think its a real shame, that you spend 40 years with someone, but yet you can't figure out how to stick out the last few? On the other hand, who knows how long they've been unhappy. If they can gain some happiness, then more power to them. I cannot imagine either one of them trying to get a date, though. Can you imagine his Eharmony profile? *shudder*

3. It’s hot! The heat index topped 104 degrees today in some parts of the United States. How is the weather in your part of the world? We're hanging around in the mid 80's. Perfect weather for hanging out in the shade in my hammock.

4. Do you think smoking should be banned in public places? Yes please.

5. Unemployment from the top down: Do you think President Obama has a good chance or no chance of being re-elected in the next US election? The American public is so fickle that I refuse to even hazard a guess on that right now. It depends on which way the wind is blowing on election day.

6. What??! Actor Gary Coleman’s wife reportedly sold private pictures of the deceased actor on his deathbed. TACKY TACKY TACKY. I hope she doesn't get a penny.

7. Texting while driving. Do you? Don't you? Will you? Won't you? No way in hell. Cell phone talking is bad enough, I've already been rear ended by a teenager doing just that.

8. Lindsay Lohan. Has she been treated fairly or unfairly by the legal system? I really wouldn't know. I gave up on her when she went blonde and grew up trashy.

9. The Sarah Palin rumor mill caught wind of her recent decision to have breast implants….so said the reporters-who-need-to-get-a-job-and-stop-making-up-news. She has denied the earthshaking allegations. Was this really news? For me, she stopped being news a very long time ago. She needs to go back to Alaska.

10. An asteroid is supposed to hit earth this Friday. Are you prepared? No, and I probably won't be. Hopefully it will hit desert somewhere and not in my neck of the woods.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Sunday Surprise

I have a treat for the few of you that still stumble by here.

Mustang Girl poetry.
Yep. She wrote it. And gave me permission to share it with the masses (ha!)
so without further ado...

"Hold tight to dreams"

Hold tight to dreams
as if it would die
for if dreams die
life is a broken down plane
that cannot fly.

Hold tight to dreams
as if it would go
for if dreams go
life is a small creek
frozen with snow

Hold tight to dreams
as if it would disappear
for if dreams disappear
life is a magician
that does not reappear.


I do not understand
-Why people are so hurtful
-Why fish swim
-Why cats always sleep

But most of all, I do not understand
-Why people play music
when they have no passion
for what they do
I've seen many unhappy
music players

What I understand most is music
-It helps relax you
when you need it
-It is always there
without asking anything in return.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Wordless Wednesday

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

#40 The Weekend Meme

1. What is your typical weekend like? My typical weekend is spent trying to relax, and enjoy spending time with MM and MG. And sleeping in!

2. Are you a party animal or a couch potato on the weekends? A little of both, depending on what we feel like doing

3. It wasn’t until 1940 that the two-day weekend became nationwide. I say it’s time for three-day weekend across the whole world! . Wouldn’t you love to work 4 days and off 3 all the time? Do you think this is a good idea? I work three, 12 hour shifts (nights) a week, so I really can't offer an opinion. Would I like MM to always have a 3 day weekend? Absolutely. HOWEVER, what about the kids in school? I think they need their whole school week (I know, boo, hiss!).

4. Do you consider Sunday as a traditional day of rest? We do try and observe that here. We have a solid weekend rule. "No thinking on Sunday".

5. What are your around-the-house weekend chores? Since I am off during the week, I don't hold chores for the weekend...

6. If you have a significant other in your life or are dating, what is your favorite indoor and outdoor activity? Indoors, we've been watching a lot of "Arrested Development". Outdoors? if the season is right, going to various lakes with friends to swim and hang out.

7. Where would go for a romantic weekend getaway? The Coast

8. Do you have any special weekend traditions, quirks or rituals? Yes. NO THINKING ON SUNDAY. And during football season, hot wings :)

9. What is your weekend blogging routine? I don't usually blog on weekends, unless I think of something really good

10. Tell us about your favorite weekend memories as a child? Going on vacation, to Lake Almanor, where it seemed like a permanent weekend.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Monday Darylization

For my picture source, go visit Daryl

Daphnie had always been a nervous little dog. She was the runt of her litter, and all her brothers and sisters used to pick on her, incessantly.
"You're not as cute as we are" they said. "You won't find a home half as nice as we do" they poked. Even her mother seemed to have less time for her.
"Go play, and work on holding up your ears", she instructed her regularly.
One by one, her siblings were adopted. All eight of them. Daphnie did her best to hold her ears up, but she couldn't do that, and wag her tail at the same time. And everyone knew that a dog had to wag their tail.
Finally, she was the last one left. She watched forlornly as Marietta flounced away with her little boy. Marietta had a crooked tail, but she STILL got a home!
Suddenly, a lady came in the house, and walked up to pen where Daphnie was the lone puppy left.
"She's perfect" said the lady, before Daphnie could even wag her tail. "I hope this woman isn't Cruella de Ville" thought Daphnie, as she was scooped up.
The woman was anything but, though. She just knew what she liked, and she liked Daphnie. Before long they were best of friends, going everywhere together. Even the park, where Daphnie snuggled, and the woman read to her from books.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Friday Mieography

How could I not?

Eddi-Rue McClanahan was born in in Oklahoma, the daughter of a beautician, and a a building contractor. She was of Irish, and Choctaw Indian. She had the 'usual' upbringing, and went to college at the University of Tulsa, where she majored in German and Theater.
By 1957 she had found her way to New York City, and by 1960, she had a role on Broadway, where she was in a musical with Dustin Hoffman. (Jimmy Shine).
She then moved on to Soap Operas, both "Another World", and "Where the Heart Is". Then, prime time called, and she met Bea Arthur for the first time, in the television show "Maude". During this time, she also tried her hand at movies, but found little success. She had many television roles, but, of course, found her wildest success with "The Golden Girls".
Rue was always an animal advocate, and vegetarian, and was one of the first celebrities to support PETA. She was married six times (the last one finally took!) and had one child.
Her health became precarious in 1997. She was diagnosed, and beat breast cancer at that time. Ten years later, (Nov. 09) she ended up hospitalizes, and had bypass surgery, during which she had a minor stroke. As we know, yesterday, she had another major stroke, and she died. She wished to have no services, but she does have an official memorial page, on Facebook

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Monday Darylization (on Thursday)

For my source, as usual, go here

Laura sighed impatiently, irritated with her daughter because she would not try the bite she was offering her. They were always butting heads, it seems they had been doing so almost since the moment that Jody was born. Laura purposefully tried to get her to do things she knew Jody didn't want to do, just to push the girls buttons. Like with the ice cream she was eating, for instance. It had brown sugar, and pecans. Two things she knew Jody didn't like. But she wanted, somehow, to connect with her daughter, to see her do something FOR her, even if she didn't want to.
And then, just when she was about to give up, Jody rolled her eyes, and opened her mouth.
Hope does spring eternal

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Wordless Wednesday

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

This meme will make no sense. Do not expect it to. It has no rhyme or reason. There is no serious theme or deep thought required. Just answer with the first thought that pops into your brain and go with it. After all, that's how I made up the questions. Stop rolling your eyes.

When was the last time you……

rolled your eyes More than likely at work, the last time I was charge nurse, over the stupidity of one particular nurse I work with...

Tied your shoe Most of my shoes are slip ons, but I tied the shoe of a kid the other day, does that count?

reorganized your bedroom That is an ongoing, ever present work in progress...

Took a walk in the park um, probably last fall at Empire Mines...

Chewed gum yesterday

drew a stick person I draw them all the time, they are the only thing I can draw successfully....

activated something hell if I know, I can't even pretend to remember

Took a photograph yesterday

Drank a milkshake last week, made with ice cream with girl scout cookies in it (I had a craving, what can I say?)

ate orange jello When I was very, very sick, about a month ago, I ate some jell-o. I don't remember if it was orange, or not. I was just praying to hold it down.

google mapped an address Thats what I have MM for =)

sang your favorite song I don't sing. And the world is a better place because I don't.

made a peace globe. (Please show us!) Um, working on it... I have a great idea for one, I really do!

Threw a baseball I am hopeless at those things (sports). I've thrown a softball, a tennis ball, but I don't think I have ever thrown a real baseball...

Fumbled with a button I am skilled with the buttons. I have mad skilz with buttoning and unbuttoning of things.

answered the doorbell we don't have a doorbell, our guests are forced to knock!

Spilled your drink this probably happens daily

administered CPR I am a working ICU nurse. You do the math. I have to work tonight and don't want to jinx myself.

looked in the mirror half hour ago?

testified in court never. And I don't think I care to.

Made a sarcastic remark hello, you've met me, right? (Um, ok, probably not. Suffice it to say, probably 10 seconds ago, at the very least)

Offered someone advice I shy away from this, unless asked. Its been a few days

Watched a sunrise or sunset Working nights, I see the sun rise at least 3 times a week...

Were jealous ooh. Tough one. I am not a jealous person by nature. Its been awhile.

Smiled when you didn’t feel like smiling Sadly, I can admit I do this frequently at work.

Loved when you didn't feel like loving Not possible for me. I always love my love..

Ironed an article of clothing I loathe ironing, and avoid it at all costs. I'd rather go wrinkled.

noticed you didn't give a damn my give a damn got busted a long, long time ago

had a mammogram I believe this is the first year I am eligible for one of these joyful rights of passage. I just turned 40. (No family history...)

Read your horoscope I'd rather read a fortune cookie

moped a few days ago when I had to go to work

Held someone’s hand yesterday =)

Crossed a bridge Crossed, or burnt?

threw away a candy wrapper yesterday

Sat on a bench yesterday...

turned a page today

tripped over your own 2 feet daily

Sat on a beach TOO LONG!

dialed the wrong number What's dialing?

Ignored a phone call yesterday....

Kissed a bride at least 10 years, or maybe even more

tweeted Twitter kind of annoyed me, so I deleted my account a few years ago

Rode a roller coaster I don't like rolly coasters...

you were really you I am always really me. I don't understand people who hide themselves...

Cried yourself to sleep don't remember... this doesn't occur often...

Were speechless when I was asleep!

rode a bus huh.... I honestly cannot remember

went to a funeral its been a few years, thank God.

were right the better question is when was I wrong? :)

smoked never

were left left where?

googled daily....

bent over backwards, or forwards?

sent a text message um, yesterday?

Lit a candle last week-ish

Lost your temper Ah, I plead the fifth

fell off a horse I have only done this once. I was about 16, I think

changed the oil in your car I have people who do this for me!

Added a new FACEBOOK friend yesterday morning...

went bowling Wii bowling? Not that long ago. "Real" bowling? its been a long, LONG time

Laughed uncontrollably its been a few days

Felt guilty about 3 days ago

Looked up a word in the dictionary about a month ago. but I cannot remember which word, for the life of me

returned from the point of no return am I there yet?

couldn't remember your name I've not ever had this problem

surrendered to temptation 10 seconds ago, because now I am eating peanut butter and jelly

felt genuinely happy right now, with my pb and j

saw a famous person in real life? We saw Ty Pennington in NYC, in Central Park, about 3 years ago. Walking. Right after his DUI. True story..

kissed in a car yesterday...

Sent a greeting card mother's day

used your passport TOO LONG!

yelled at your television only during football season

confided a secret um... I can't tell that!

changed your blog template about 3 months ago, I think

danced like no one was watching uh, who was watching?

wrote in cursive daily

took a driving test 20 some odd years...

Backed up your computer files frequently and automatically

When was the last time you said this was the last time? if I said that it would be a lie, wouldn't it?