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Two surprises

2009-06-20T04:37:13Z

Mr. Spectacular and I went to the first ever night racing at Churchill Downs tonight and got to be in a fancy shmancy finish line suite.

And I wore a dress.

And he let me post his picture.

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Ain't he cute!

Hanging my two-timing head in shame.

2009-06-17T16:36:09Z

Dear Beejland Blog,

I have a confession to make. I’ve been kinda sorta cheating on you.

And the tart with whom I’ve been cheating is....Facebook. I know, I know! I’m so ashamed. It’s with Facebook I’ve shared my little amusing stories, my recent pictures, and any scoop worth sharing. It’s so wrong, but....it’s so easy! I couldn’t stop myself! Plus they have games! And apps! And and....I know, it’s no excuse. At the very least, I didn’t post stupid MySpace surveys with spooty answers over there - those I save only for you.

Please forgive me?

Now that I’m back....I should share some scoop! Lots of goings on at Beejland.

A little over two weeks ago, my father died. There are a lot of mixed emotions about that. My father was, well....he wasn’t good. There’s a lot of history that will take too long to get into, and I don’t want to go all “mommie dearest” and publish all the family secret horrors now that he’s dead, but we (my mom and three siblings) haven’t had anything to do with him since 1994. So on one hand, his dying was like, “Oh, okay.” But...as irrational as it was, I guess I did hold out a tiny bit of hope that he would realize what he had done/what he was and try to make some sort of amends, or ask forgiveness, or something before he died. I knew it would never happen, but still...y’know? Plus, though I’d already grieved the loss of that relationship, the loss of the father I wish I had (a decent person) with his death I grieved it all over again, though not as much. It was also a sense of closure, that all of the “stuff” is really, finally, over. Make sense?

So my father’s wife called my oldest brother and said hospice had been called and my father wanted him to come. He only asked for him. OldestBrother arrived Friday afternoon and my father died just after midnight on Saturday. He was 74. What’s really good about it is that my mom can now breathe an enormous sigh of relief and not live in fear. (She’s had good reason to be afraid.) When OldestBrother called to say my father was dead, Mom called me. And right after she said she was sorry to tell me and that she was sorry I was sad, I congratulated her. And then we both laughed until our stomachs hurt. We’re weird, but we’re fun.

The house is somewhat emptier. More like a lot emptier. Stephanie has found a place for her and the kiddos (five of ‘em, remember?), and they moved out about a week and a half ago. So, my wife has left me. But she’s only 3 miles away. Hooray! And the house is great! Plenty of space for everyone, and it feels “right”. Y’know when you go to look at a house and you get that “yeahhhh” feeling? Like that. So I’m now wifeless, but I got my bed back (been couchin’ it since August). Kev is hangin’ at her house while I perform work-like tasks, so he doesn’t miss the kiddos. And I can easily keep her kids when she needs it, and she can keep mine. It’s good all ‘round.

In other goings on, Mr. Spectacular is taking me to Churchill Downs on Friday. They’re having night racing there for the first time, and he has tickets for a fancy shmancy suite. And I have nothing to wear. Nothing. Seriously. My work pants are clown pants and look bad. Jeans aren’t allowed. All of this means I have to go shopping.

I hate clothes shopping. HATE it! I’ve hated it for 39 years. To this day, Mom can say, “Let’s go clothes shopping,” and I will start yawning involuntarily. I have short legs. And a big ass. These make shopping long and arduous. Thankfully, Stephanie (a.k.a. The Wife) is going shopping with me tonight - she’s good at this sort of thing. Just like the days of being 7 and shopping with Mom, Steph will stick me in a dressing room and bring me stuff. “Put this on. Okay, lemme see. Oh em gee that looks terrible, take it off quick quick quick! Now try this one. Ooh that gives you good butt! Get those.” Etc. Etc. It’s good to have a wife who can fix appliances and pick good-butt pants.

Speaking of Mr. Spectacular, yes he still lives up to his name (people have written and asked). I’m not supposed to gush over his spectacularness - he says it’ll ruin his reputation. So don’t tell him, okay?

Hey you Canadian readers!

2009-05-28T19:05:38Z

How's it goin', eh?
(Apologies...must channel Bob & Doug McKenzie once in a while. Drives my Ontario cousins nuts. Hee).

I've been seeing on the site meter quite a bit of blog traffic from Canada - some from/near Toronto and some in Alberta. Curiosity is getting the best of me - I wanna know who you are! LOL One of the cousins? Aunt or Uncle? (If you're an aunt or uncle, disregard any questionable/eyebrow-raising/spooty entries in this blog ::: doing Jedi mind trick wave ::: ).

Speaking of Canadian cousins, I think I found one of mine on Facebook the other night. Can't say for sure, but her name, age, and location are right. She has a common name though, so I can't be sure. Haven't seen her since we were.....20/21 maybe? To add or not to add, that is the question?

Trees are good

2009-05-28T04:36:15Z

Mr. Spectacular had an interesting afternoon the other day. He wrote about it on his blog.

I gots me a bout of grumpassitis

2009-05-27T16:50:42Z

And I'm going to share it. With yooooooooooooou! Aren't you so 'cited?

So I'm doing this iron infusion thing every week. Three down, two to go. First one went fine. Second one not so good - they had to stick me five times to get a good vein. I have uncooperative veins. Good thing I don't really feel it when they stick me or when they start digging around to get a good spot (poor nurses are near tears thinking I'm in excruciating pain, and I'm just smilin' and tappin' my toe). A few hours later, though, the stick sites get sore. But not so bad, right?

The nurses told me that if I drink lots of water before coming to the office, that should help them find a good vein. So I did my chugging before going in this morning. Didn't help much.

Good news is that it only took three sticks this time to get a vein that would hold.

Bad news: on the second (right hand) try we thought it was okay, but a minute after she started the saline drip, it started burning. That means the vein has blown and the saline was going into tissue. I had a large marble-sized squishy saline lump at the wrist bone. On the third try (left wrist) it worked, but the iron irritated that vein and caused a reaction - stinging pain from the needle to 5 inches down my forearm, and a 2-inch spot where hives popped up on my skin.

This infusion thing is starting to suck.

Three down, two to go. Just keeping saying it (until Monday afternoon, then four down, one to go)

This had better friggin' work, dadblameit.

They wrote me back...

2009-05-23T04:24:09Z

Got a response to the gripe I sent to National Geographic. The email stated:

"Please understand that testing different rates is a common marketing practice. The offer you mention is targeting new subscribers. The offer enables potential customers to review the magazines at that low rate to decide if they would like to continue with a subscription. Because we value your business, we will be happy to extend your current subscription with that offer, if you like. You may visit our website and renew your subscription from there. Or, if you prefer, you may return this e-mail with your full name, complete mailing address (including city, state, and zip code), and account number. Please include your order and billing instructions. We apologize for any confusion and look forward to hearing from you!."

Now see, I wouldn't mind paying 20 bucks for a subscription. It's a great magazine and Kevin really enjoys it. But to allow people to believe a renewal is 20 bucks when they can do it for 15....that's sneaky. "Common" perhaps, but sneaky. Grrr. I'd already signed Kevin up at the $15 price before I got the response, so the offer is pretty much moot.

One thing I do appreciate is that the response I received appears to be original/specific and not a generic "blah blah" response like we get so often these days. Thank you, NG, for responding to my complaint in a more personal way. I'll continue TheBoy's subscription for years to come, but I'm not takin' the price on the renewal slip as the final price anymore. Dammit.

I'm gonna be one o'them complainer people

2009-05-21T19:10:12Z

Remember World Magazine?

I LOVED that magazine as a kid. It's National Geographic Kids now, and Kevin loves it as much as I did. What a great mag - the articles, the pictures, the creative ideas. Kev saves all of his issues and rereads them (just like I did. In fact, I have that issue in the picture up there - from 1978 - in a box in the garage. I'm a packrat and I'm proud).

But I'm kinda miffed at them right now. So I wrote 'em a letter that explains the source of my miffedness:

I recently received a notice via U.S. mail to renew my son's National Geographic Kids subscription for the price of $19.95. I decided to do the renewal online and visited the National Geographic website. There, the price for a subscription is only $15.00.

Why the difference in price? I would think that National Geographic would offer a slightly lower price to current customers as an incentive to renew their subscriptions, not punish them by charging them more.

Is it me or is that just sneaky and wrong? I understand offering a lower price if subscribing online, but current subscribers should be notified that there's a lower price by subscribing online. Shouldn't they? Dadblameit.

I'll let ya know if/when/how they respond.

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So, there's stuff going on.

My family doc has been battling my anemia since September and not getting anywhere, so she sent me to a hematologist a few weeks ago. Did you know that, often, hematologists are also oncologists? I didn't. So imagine how much I freaked out when I called to make the appointment and realized I was calling an oncology office. ::: insert music of doom here :::

Dr. Bloodguy says I ain't got no eye-ron and that my red blood cells are small (well yeah...they're cells. Ba-dum-bum). He asked if I'm extremely tired and my response was, "I'm fat and I don't go to bed early enough. Of course I'm tired." Heh-heh I can't say there's a real noticeable difference in how much energy I have, and he said that's because I've been anemic for so long that I perceive how I feel as normal. Makes sense.

There are a number of possibilities for the cause, and Step 1 of solving the problem is for me to have 5 weekly iron infusions - which means I get hooked up to an IV every Monday for a big bag of brown stuff. Hooray. Just did the second infusion on Monday. Do I feel any better. Nope. But Dr. Bloodguy said I likely won't notice a difference until the third or fourth. If this doesn't work, we move on to other things, like scopes and biopsies. I'd rather not have any cameras up my arse or prodding of the insides of my bones, so let's hope these iron infusions do the trick.

Oh and for those who are wondering, Mr. Spectacular is still quite spectacular. Moreso as time goes on. I'm pretty dadblame lucky.

Today is a special holiday.

2009-05-19T19:49:02Z

Indeed.

Today is Pete Townshend's birthday. I think we should officially deem it a holiday: Petemas.

Thank you, Pete. For all of it.

Happy Petemas!

I'm sorry, but I don't give blow jobs to dead guys.

2009-05-18T18:43:15Z

My apologies for the title. I made a promise that I would use the above quote for the title of my very next blog entry, and I try my best to keep promises, however spooty they may be.

(See, told ya' I'd do it. Hee.)

And more apologies for basically abandoning this blog. And promising to write more but then not doing it.

Today's topic: yoga.

There are two basic types of yoga
1. Yoga from India

and

2. Yoga from Kentucky

The Kentucky class is full for this session. I'll get back to you when it opens up again.

Sadie wants snark? I'll give her snark.

2009-03-19T15:16:36Z

I wrote this on my Facebook page, but I'm posting it here too since some of You People (like Sadie) said you miss when I get snarky.

This "article" was on the revolving list of "news" on AOL's main page: http://www.stylelist.com/blog/2009/03/18/michelle-obamas-turquoise-suede-boots-stylefoul/

I don't usually click on that stuff, but I did today. Why do we care what color her boots were? She dresses well. That's great. It's not "news." She has blue boots. Good for her. Still not news.

And for people to pay enough attention to what she wears to even notice that the sweater in the picture is the same one she wore at the inauguration? Dayum.

Okay that's not entirely fair - I shouldn't judge others just because I barely remember what's in my own closet (which ain't much to begin with). But to try to make news out of stuff like that? Bleh.

Mmmph.

2009-03-09T17:01:43Z

My mouth hurts. And I've discovered that Percocet makes me an asshole.

But there's always a silver lining, yes?

At least Friday didn't go like this:

Cyanide & Happiness @ Explosm.net

Will likely be on a short hiatus. Not my fault.

2009-03-06T04:43:02Z

This time it won't be due to being busy or lazy though. Tomorrow morning at 9 I go in to see Dr. Yankemout* so's he can get rid of this hurty tooth for good. And three wisdom teeth.

Send pudding.

In other news, My friend Dawn is selling a book. Hooray!

I'll check in if I can get my recouperating booty off the couch this weekend.

*No, that's not his real name. Heh

Ow.

2009-03-05T16:13:00Z

So I have another tooth abscess. I hate these mofos. It's the left upper molar, the one before the wisdom tooth (which I still have, though it grew in sideways and the bottom faces my cheek).

Last Wednesday I looked like this. Seriously.

Not both sides of my face, though, just the left side was all "blowed up" and unmovable. Made smiling very interesting.

Went to the dentist who said, "You have an abscess. Here are drugs." Hooray drugs! The penicillin I had on hand and had already started taking wasn't really doing the job, so she bumped me up to Augmentin.

This afternoon is the appointment with the oral surgeon, Dr. Toothyanker. He'll rid me off the offending molar and my three remaining wisdom teeth.

Then when everything's healed, it'll be time to go back to the dentist so she can work on repairing what has occurred over the past ~~several~~ few years of no dental visits. Single mom living on verrrrrrry little = no dental visits. Now that things have changed, I can treat the choppers to fillings and crowns and such. Hooray! Wait. That stuff is costly, time consuming, and somewhat hurty. Semi-hooray sounds better.

Mmmmmmm Beejland smells good

2009-03-02T05:12:07Z

I'm cooking for the staff meal at Kevin's school. I'm on the committee that provides a meal once a month for when they have a big staff meeting. The theme this month is Italian, and my sister the Sausage Queen

(she has an Italian sausage business) gave me a recipe for pasta fazul. It smells scrumdiliumptious!

Just in case you wanna make some one day...

PASTA FAZUL

1 package Italian sausage

4-6 TBS. olive oil

4 cloves minced garlic

1 chopped onion

2 sliced/chopped carrots

1/4 cup chopped parsley

2 tsp. dried basil

1 tsp. dried oregano

20 oz can diced tomatoes

2-16oz cans navy beans

1 lb. penne pasta

1/4 c grated parmesan cheese

salt/pepper to taste

In a skillet, steam and brown the sausage - add olive oil if needed. Then cut links into 4 long strips and then into small pieces. While the sausage is cooking, in a large skillet heat 2 tbs. olive oil, then add onion, carrot, garlic, parsley, basil, oregano and sauté until onions are tender. Stir in tomatoes plus 1/2 can juices. Season to taste with salt and pepper. Reduce heat to med-low. Cover, stirring frequently for 10 minutes or until carrots are tender. Stir in navy beans, cover and simmer 20 minutes. Add sausage, stir, cover and simmer on low or turn off. Cook pasta, drain and toss with 2 tbs. olive oil and parmesan cheese. Add pasta to sausage mixture. If you want a stew, leave out the pasta and serve with crusty bread.

So I kinda promised a more meaty entry, didn't I. I'll get to that, but in short, Mr. Spectacular (who is now sometimes called Mr. Wowtacular) is still spectacular. The kiddos are great. Steph and her crew are still here and all is well at Beejland. And, as a special bonus to our neighbors...after 2 and 3/4 years...we now have window coverings!

Lookie! They open and close! Hooray for plantation shutters! I heart them. They're inspiring me to do more with the inside of the house. Like put stuff on the walls. And paint. Yikes. I'm becoming "homey."

One thing I really want to put in the living room is a picture of Pete*.
This one:

It's a gigantic poster from AllPosters.com. 48 inches by 72 inches of awesomeness. I'm wrestling with justifying such a purchase. Help me justify, would you?

What will soon go on the wall is a particularly wonderful Christmas gift from Mr. Spectacular. He searched far and wide for many hours and found six fantastic photographs of the city of Prien am Chiemsee, where I went to school in Germany. He had them enlarged and framed. He said wanted to give me something that, when I looked at it, made me smile and recall happy memories.

I will pause for a moment of swoon.

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Okay, on to a bit of updating...

I have two fun pics of the kids at Christmas. One is Courtney opening her gift:

A close-up of the box:

She was afraid to open the box. See the look on her face? HA! She thought it was a) a broken iPod, b) an iPod made of chocolate, c) an iPod that was supposed to look like it was made of poop, or d) some unknown joke thing. The beauty of the joke was the contents....it was the purple iPod Nano she'd been wanting forever. Got her good and freaked out, and then thrilled and excited. Hee!

The other is of Kev with some of his gifts: the hat and shirt from his big sister and the bike from Santa:

Rock and rolllllll!

The pasta fazul is finished and I'm pooped, so I'm off to bed.

Thanks for sticking around, You People. :-)

*If you looked at the picture and said, "Pete who?" then please come closer to your monitor so's I can flick you on the forehead. With great force.

Wow, peoples are still a'readin'!

2009-03-01T05:28:37Z

I was wondering if anyone still came 'round. You're here you're here!

That last one might have seemed like a teaser since I'd written nothing else since, but writing will have to wait just a bit more. Like a day. We're having a sleep over o'rama. 11 kids tonight. Yep. Eleven.

So you can imagine that neither last night nor tonight allow much time for any decent blogging. So bear with me, You People. I'll boot a kid or two out of the way and sit down for some typin'.

Sheesh

2009-02-27T17:19:55Z

It's all quiet around here. Like a ghostblog or something.

This will not do. Not at all.

It seems that I do this each year. Some sort of months long hiatus. And apparently somemany (new word) don't like my little hiatuses. Or would that be Hiati?

Okay. Hiatus over. I've come back to bloggin'.

So. How ya been?

Happy Merry Everything, Everyone!

2008-12-25T17:42:56Z

Brr.

2008-12-22T04:53:32Z

I'm usually the one down here who doesn't break out a winter coat until January.

Might do it a little earlier this year.

Chit chattin' with the ClausMan again

2008-12-16T15:29:50Z

A while back, I had a nice little conversation with Santa via instant messages on AOL.

Hadn't talked to the guy for a while, so I hit him up for a chit chat again the other night. It was a difficult night - must have had too much cheese during the day or something.

HeyItsBeej: Dude. What up?
SantaClaus: Hey. Welcome back. You getting in that holiday spirit? :-)
HeyItsBeej: Yep
SantaClaus: Indeed
HeyItsBeej: whatcha doin?
SantaClaus: Chillin. You?
HeyItsBeej: Trying to poop
SantaClaus: Hmm, that's a lump of coal for you.
HeyItsBeej: I wish. I've been trying to poop all day.
SantaClaus: Ho! I told you once, no bad language. Another lump of coal for you. I'm afraid that if you persist, I will be forced to sign off. Please, type menu; let's try to get in the Christmas spirit.
HeyItsBeej: Okay. How about I've been trying to go to the bathroom all day?
SantaClaus: I could say the same thing to you -- and I will. How indeed? ;-)
HeyItsBeej: And how.
SantaClaus: I'm sure there are many ways. I have my magic. You have AOL ;-)
HeyItsBeej: AOL will help me go to the bathroom?
SantaClaus: AIM moves many billions of messages a day. This is the only network in my league ;-).
HeyItsBeej: That's great, but will it move my bowels?
SantaClaus: Wonderful, indeed!
HeyItsBeej: Hmm, I'll have to look into this some more. Thanks Santa!
SantaClaus: You're very welcome!

I should have these talks with Santa more often.

Yeah i'm cheatin'

2008-12-12T20:24:07Z

Some might say this doesn't count as an entry since I've been a lazy arse and haven't written anything for a while, but dammit this is funny.

Snippets of life around here

2008-11-17T20:11:26Z

Am I wrong to be pissed off and wanting to throw a tantrum when the satellite box for the living room TV and the computer modem both stop working within 24 hours of each other? Dammit, I don't have much - don't take away my sources for mindless entertainment.

Don't think I remembered to share a picture of the Halloweeners. Behold SkelatoBoy and Malice in Wonderland!

I sprayed the bones on Kev's costume with glow-in-the-dark spray. It didn't glow. Just turned the neon bones white. He was miffed.

A few more pictures to share...

Oh Halloween, the GirlKid turned 15.

Oh em gee! How did she get so old so fast?! What happened to that little three year-old I remember?
Her gift is a "you and me night" on November 22 - dinner and then off to see Larry the Cable Guy at the Louisville Palace.

And the BoyKid...

Wanna see what it looks like when an over-dramatic 8 year-old musters up some crocodile tears and then throws himself on the couch in pseudo-despair?

(That's my pillow)

And see if you can spot what's funny lookin' here (aside from his facial expressions)

See it? No? Here's a closeup:

When one has sucked a Jawbreaker down to tooth-like size and has a tooth that's taking it's sweet ol' time to come down, one makes JawbreakerTooth!

I'd planned to write a big entry tonight, but as I mentioned the rackin' frackin' jackin' sackin' modem isn't working, so this short one will have to do. Unless the modem gods decide to smile upon me and fix the problem.

I am not above playing on the sympathies of others

2008-11-13T19:53:05Z

Look at this. This little bundle of sweetness and love.

This is LostDog, a.k.a. NewDog a.k.a. LittleDog. Isn't she adorable? Don't you just want to hug her and squeeze her and let her lick your nose? I can make that happen.....

LostDog walked into my house last Sunday afternoon while the kids were bringing the groceries in. She wasn't timid about it at all...more like "Hey how are ya I'm here pet me love me come sit on the couch and you can rub my belly!"

I picked her up and brought her outside, expecting someone to be running down the street after her. Nope, no one.

I put her in the car and drove her around three neighborhoods, flagging down passers by and asking if they recognize her. Nope, no one.

Put an ad in the Courier Journal, made fliers to go around neighborhoods, faxed those fliers to area shelters. Still no one calling to claim this dog.

She could be a runaway, a "wandered and got lost", or a dump-off. While it's more than possible she's a dump-off, it's hard to believe because she appears to be so well taken care of and cared for. She's not thin at all, she's clean, and she's not skittish - like those dogs who've been smacked around and mistreated.

She seems to be a Jack Russell/beagle mix - a Russell body with a beagle temperment. Nice combo.

She needs a home. A home that's not mine. Beejland now houses two adults, six kids, two dogs, two cats, two guinea pigs, and 17 fish. I cannot handle another animal. Aside from that, LostDog appears to be a "one dog household" kind of pooch. Gets along with cats but not so much with other dogs...at least dogs her size. Haven't tried her around bigger dogs.

So, if you're fairly local to me, go back and look at that Picture of Sweetness. Then consider giving LostDog a home - and a better name.

Thanks :-)

Another :: blink blink :: moment

2008-11-11T20:24:50Z

On the drive home from school yesterday, Kevin was talking about babies and breastfeeding (he started it, I swear....he was talking about when babies could start at his school and decided when they stop nursing was the starting age, which spawned another discussion, etc).

Kev: I don't get it. Why do babies have to drink just breastmilk when they're little instead of just eating food?

Me: Because their digestive systems aren't developed enough yet. They can't handle it.

Kev: So how come God doesn't just upgrade and make babies born with teeth?

Me: Uh......bwa ha ha ha!

I wonder what it'd be like if The Being Upstairs took this "upgrade" suggestion...

Anyone get any freebies yesterday for voting?

2008-11-05T17:55:52Z

I just got the sticker. Unfortunately I didn't have a spare few hours to fly to New York or Vegas and take advantage that freebie I mentioned in yesterday's entry. Heh-heh Didn't hit up Krispy Kreme or Starbucks either. That's okay - I was happy with the "I voted" sticker.

Well, that and most of the election results.

Mom's starting to regress a little recovery-wise. I stayed home last weekend at her ~~threat of severe bodily injury if I showed up~~ insistence, but I'm wondering if that's the right choice. More about that later.

Never did talk about my reunion last month, did I. To sum it up, it was great! Fun, weird, cool. Lotta people changed and a lotta people didn't. The day after, I went to my old house and knocked on the door (to ask permission to wander outside and take pics...with secret hopes that they'd invite me in.). No one was home so I wandered and took pics anyway. Then I went to my old-old house (the one we lived in until I was 5....just a few blocks away from Dawn, Ms. BecauseISaidSo.). Knocked on that door too, and whatayaknow, the people who bought it from my parents still live there and remembered me. LOL The husband was a business associate or something of my father, and the last time I saw these people, I was 5. They let me in, gave a tour, took pictures of me in certain spots of the house and the yard. The trips to both houses were nice walks down memory lane. Oh and Dawn particularly rocks in that she stopped by Jarosch's Bakery and picked up the special cakes I ordered to take home. MmmmmmHomeCake.

I'll share the pictures later (yeah, there I go promising "later" again. Go ahead, flick a booger at me). Now is the time for....semi-spooty answers to another lame MySpace survey!!

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Funniest thing that happened today?
This morning’s total silence from a certain someone after several months of one-sided political “discussion” and opining.

The way to win your heart?
Beer, back rubs and a riding crop.

When was the last time you laughed really really hard?
Monday night at what Fresh Squeezed sent. (Also funny to watch Mr. Spectacular look at them during a work-related call and fight like hell to not bust out laughing. Hee)

Are you dating the last person you kissed?
Well I’m not doing his taxes.

What color are your favorite shoes?

Okay, I don’t really own those. Yet.

If you like someone does his or her name start with a J, P, R, C, S or M?
Mr. Spectacular starts with “M.”

Looking forward to anything?
I always look forward to Spectacudays - those are a given.
But in two weeks I’m taking my Girl Kid to see Larry the Cable Guy as my birthday gift to her. And dinner before the show. Do you know how long it’s been since we’ve had a “just you and me” thing? TOO long.

Do you have a friend of the opposite sex that you feel comfortable talking to?
I have yet to talk to a friend of the opposite sex and then start to feel chafing or “not so fresh.”

Have the cops ever come to your house?
Ididn’tdoitnobodysawmedoityoucan’tproveanything.

Who was the last person who told you they loved you?
Y’know, I had to sit and think about that one. LOL I think it was my sister, just after Mom got out of surgery last month.

What was the last thing you said out loud?
“DAYUM!”

Who do you blame for your bad mood today?
I’m not in a bad mood today. I’m in bad (as in unflattering) pants and I have bad hair, but the mood is just dandy.

Have you ever walked in on people having sex?
Why yes I have. I walked into my apartment to see the guy I was dating banging some chickie on *my* sofa bed. From what I hear, Karma has busted his arse many times over.

Did you get a full 8 hours of sleep last night?
Probably more like 3/4 of a full 8 hours. Maybe a little less since I had to get up to pee. You know how seldom I have to do that? I’m thankful for my apparently enormous bladder that wakes me to empty it only two or three times a year.

How many TRUE friends do you have that you can tell anything to?
A lot. I heart them.

Are you wearing socks?
It’s not January yet. The temperature is still in the positive. Socks? I don’t need no stinkin’ socks.

Do you sleep naked?
::: sigh ::: I miss nudie bootie slumber. Can’t do that anymore.

Is there anyone that you care more about than yourself?
Would it be wrong to say just about everyone? Yeah, guess it would. That’s how it used to be though. Now it’s more like “a select few.”

Would you go in public looking like you do right now?
Others might not, but I would.
Wait, I kinda am in public. So, yes.

What are your plans for the next weekend?
Hopefully getting some new clo-theys! I got nuttin’. Even the office folk who wear the same stuff every week are telling me I need new stuff.

Have you ever gotten alcohol poisoning?
Reason #1 why I will never do shots of Jack Daniels with my brother ever ever again.

Have you ever been arrested?
Well...

Do you find the opposite sex confusing?
Nope. Just different. But sometimes the same.

Is your current hair color your natural hair color?
My hair has natural colorS now. Natural dark blond, natural light brown, natural grey and natural white.

What time did you get up today?
7:42 a.m. Begrudgingly.

Have you ever woken up next to someone and smiled?
Twice a week.

Just in case...

2008-11-04T19:57:51Z

...anyone needs a little incentive to vote, Krispy Creme is offering free donuts to voters, and Starbucks is offering free coffee.

Though if neither of those sound appealing to you, perhaps this will give you the little nudge you need.