May I proudly present 25 Things About Me…

1. While I love rings and have a good number of ones that I like, I rarely wear them because I don’t like the way they feel. I tend to slip them off unconsciously and lose them. So if I’m wearing one and playing with it absentmindedly, let me know so I don’t lose it!
2. I used to catch baby turtles from a lake growing up. My sisters and I did it for entertainment in the summer, wading out and plucking them from the water. There was a huge cement pipe that stuck out of the lake like a diving board and we’d put them in a line on there after catching them so they could race out back to the water.
3. I stopped doing that after I saw a snake in the water. Snakes freak me out. In the zoo, I will race past those exhibits or totally avoid them if they are in a house of their own.
4. When I was younger, I fell in love with Abraham Lincoln. I knew he was dead, not to mention married, but this wasn’t a big problem to me for some reason. I still think he is awesome.
5. I’m also a war buff. I’m not sure why I enjoy reading about them as much as I do, especially since I hate hearing about humans dying, but I find it fascinating what people think is worth risking their lives for. The civil war intrigues me especially because a lot of times they were fighting against brothers, friends.
6. I may be married, but I hate a loathing for the typical wifey stereotypes. So I won’t drive a van or stay at home and clean all day. Can’t do it. I am more than just some guys wife. I am a partner, an equal.
7. I never realized I turned into a feminist until I was posting at a message board about a hot button topic and totally eviscerated some douchenozzle about women’s rights to health care. He came back and called me a feminist, among other things, but I still won that argument so whatever. I’ll wear that badge.
8. I am strongly pro-choice. And I think God is too.
9. I’ve always enjoyed having friends in different social circles than myself. It’s one thing I always try to maintain, a nice collection of smart people with different perspectives. So even though I occasionally get ranty about important topics, I do care about your opinions, even if they differ from mine.
10. I’ve killed cactus before. Two, actually. One I revived (ZOMBIE CACTUS), and the other got buried in the trash can. It full on died. Broke off from the roots even. I think my cat played a part in this.
11. I’m a part of many different fandoms. I never really realize until I look at photos from popular conventions and recognize who everyone is dressed up as.
12. It bothers me when people write without adjectives. They are your friends! Also, I have mad love for underutilized verbs.
13. I’ve never played World of Warcraft before because I’m pretty sure I would love it. I do play on Runescape, however, which is supposed to be the baby brother to WoW.
14. I like to people watch while people are driving their cars. Yes, I’m watching you. Quit picking your nose.
15. I love when people merge together properly on offramps and onramps on the highway. It makes me really happy and I don’t really understand why.
16. I also love when you drive long distance and have one or two cars that you keep pace with. It’s like we’re friends. That sounds totally creepy. But it’s more like I keep track of people I drive with, especially late at night. I always wave when we go our separate ways.
17. Reading Post Secret is one of my favorite Monday morning rituals after I get my work done. I tried to go to two different events when they were nearby but I ended up having class both nights. What are the odds? Bah!
18. I’m a big fan of babywearing and so if I see someone out and about wearing their baby, they are getting a high five. I have a wrap from Sleepywrap that I love and tell everyone about. I’m sure I’ve posted about it about a million times on here.
19. It irritates me when people are like, oh I’m part Cherokee (insert other nationality here). So I’ll ask who it was in their family and they never know. If you don’t know the name or their relationship with you, it doesn’t count. You are a moron. You are American, be proud. This really bothers me around St Patricks day. No, you are NOT Irish! STFU.
20. The idea of not existing terrifies me. So even though my practical nature doesn’t want to spend money on a gravestone for myself, the idea of being cremated and then forgotten really bothers me.
21. Breaking preconceived notions brings me a lot of joy.
22. It’s very rare for me to back down from a challenge. If someone I know has done something I previously thought I could not do, I won’t stop until I’ve done it too.
23. I learned how to knit because I was worried I’d be on bedrest and bored out of my mind waiting for someone to give me a new book after I finished one. I read really fast. Except for legalese or textbooks.
24. I randomly have a southern accent. Most of the time I don’t, but sometimes it happens. I enjoy using different accents at times just to mess with people.
25. I used to do U-turns all the time when I lived in VA. It was like a way of life back there. If you do a u-turn here, you will get honked at. So sometimes I do a few for the hell of it.

I have done this meme before, just in case you are still looking for something to read.

PIKACHU, I CHOOSE YOU! And these people too… Cap, Caz, Christine, Dominique, Jem, Katili, Melissa, Michelle, Sam, Sarah, Vakker…

I stopped tagging people because I’m lazy, and 25 seemed a tall order to fill, but if you decide to do this, let me know. Because I love reading these things. And yes, I did have to organize the unsuspecting souls tagged in alphabetical order. Why do you ask?

pushing up, baby
look at you, changing the world
one step at a time

bracelet from concert
preaches of love, harmony
life experiments

these emo glasses
once fun, distort, must revert
poke eye with plastic

your passion is great
channel it different, girl
be a role model

your cute little words
mowed down by reality
watch out for the shark

well then kentucky
my fears rest on your shoulders
will you disappoint

what to do, head? heart?
abandon security
live like song lyrics?

beware, devil fly
my rage will destroy you soon
patience and clipboard

Life is a serious of moments where you scratch your head, smile, and meander on to the best of your ability.

We all try.

All of us.

Our very hardest.

So spread the love and let’s enjoy these moments together as we hurl through the galaxy together.

Heh.

If he’d had his phone on him, then he could have helped me decide. But, life being what it is…

It’s an awesome car and we got a great deal.

And this is why you don’t plan things by text message.

RIP Prixy, you were a great car. Thanks for not making all your problems (knocking engine, leaking power steering, leaky tire, latent trans problem, shaky wheel bearing) totally obvious. Gold star.

I’m still trying to figure out a name for the new car. I’m thinking Giselle. Or maybe WTFWHYWASNTITANSUVWHYDIDNTYOUCALL EVERYONEELSEWEKNOWSOYOUCOULD TRACKMEDOWNANDWECOULDDECIDETOGETHER. We shall see. Giselle seems shorter.

Anyway, I was taking pictures of my latest wrist warmers, the rainbow slushie ones, and ended up getting a shot of one of my new rings. This lead to a random ring and headband photoshoot because I was hyped up on green tea and chocolate.

It was all fun and games until I almost overslept this morning. Thankfully my cell phone was very insistent and harder to find when you are overly tired. It chirps at me every five minutes until I get up and turn it off. The alarm clock knows better.

That would be an awesome roleplay board to start on Neopets. ACA Meetings. Alarm Clocks Anonymous. A cluster of persevering machines dedicated to stopping the abuse, healing and empowering each other by communication, and waking humans up more efficiently.

Genius.

One of my favorite pasttimes is messing with the “Self Promoted Neopets Role Playing Board Police”. Step outside the carefully crafted soft porn pirate/island/mutant/medieval/vampire plots and AHOY, they will come in and be all ((OOC: omg, are you serious about this? Get off our boards!))

I think the best one I ever made was a board about the life of a sock who was terrified about being taken into the washing machine. Some other lady came in and we made a story lasting ten pages. It was amazing. Her character was an unlucky teddy bear who was starting to tear because of the kid who owned him and due to the tumult in the washing machine.

It was epic and hilarious and TOTALLY SERIOUS all at the same time. Especially because every once in a while someone would come in and be like… GO AWAY! But finally we just got replies like LOL or wow. Then the preteens went back to godmodding and mary sueing in the other boards.

I think that is the most irritating thing about roleplaying. Finding people who are interested in getting a good story going. Usually medieval ones end up like poor constructs of LOTR. And the Lost imitation ones are a joke. Because the girls always manage to find their bikinis from the wreckage and the guys are all like, yeah I totally grabbed this banana from this tree. It’s crazy sad.

Why is the rum gone?

Sning ring and awesome headband! And faerie ring and octopus ring!

The faerie ring reminds me so much of Goya. Mostly the Saturn painting. The ickle fae is trying to escape!

Andy got a new job a few months ago that has posed challenging, to say the least. On the upside, we have awesome health insurance and he has a steady paycheck. And he doesn’t come home telling me horror stories about the houses of people’s carpet he used to clean. It’s the kind of stuff that puts you off dinner, usually told right before dinner. Awesome.

So on the upswing, yay new job! The downside is that his job requires us to move if we all want to stay together. And that means we need to figure out what to do with the house, among many other important things.

And this is where Andy and I have a vast difference of opinion. I refuse to lose the house. I refuse to rent it to someone I don’t know. To me, these are not viable options. We bought this house because we love it. For our kidlets, for our future. I’m not saying the house is more important than being together, than our marriage, than him being able to see our spawn mutate into grown human beings. But it’s important and I’m not willing to just let any crazy person live in it. Or heaven forbid, get rid of it. No one will be buying anyway. Not unless we sink some money into fixing up the bathroom (our next project).

So.

My brain.

It’s been batted around like a ball of yarn by a cat hyped up on catnip or kittyacid or whatever the hell it is that gives Sunny the compulsion to spend hours vaulting over the baby gate between the kitchen and dining room. Cat, what is wrong with you? Maybe if you’d stop trying to eat my aloe vera plant! At least it’s amusing to know that I’m not the only one going crazy.

I’m still working part time since the company is slowing down due to RECESSION. That is mildly depressing. I miss my full paychecks.

I’m also concerned about my car. I talked to a few different people which meant I got the rare slice of good advice and then the overwhelming amount of NOT GOOD ADVICE that is inevitable when you mention finances to other people. You do not manage my checkbook, I do. I know what we can afford. And a new car payment over $200 is NOT it. Over $150 is iffy, if I’m being perfectly honest. Because I hate eating Ramen Noodles. I refuse.

You want to know something aggravating? Try to discuss finances with your emotional husband via text message. No, go ahead. I even have a qwerty keyboard but that doesn’t help when you are mashing the buttons in rage because no one is listening to you.

I have done enough to prove to everyone that I know what I’m talking about when it comes to money. So friggin listen to me, is what I’m saying. Damn.

Also, blood residing in the veins of a close relative? STOP CLOTTING. You have been warned.

In related news, I have completed yet another set of wrist warmers. Because it’s the most productive way I’ve found to deal with those troublesome emotions, rage and fear.

Leonardo da Vinci

Surfing! Heehee. I love when he does that. He lifts his arms and legs and wiggles like crazy. =D He can do a military kind of crawl and lots of push ups but he’s yet actually CRAWL. He can wait as far as I’m concerned. No rush! When they both get flying around all over the place I’ll be in real trouble. Like, rub her with butter and jam because she’s toast.

You can tell I’m tired because I found that mildly amusing. Buenos noches y buenos suertes. Channelling my latino Walter Cronkite, yes!

Okay, so I know he was an old white guy. But I’m sure with some tequila he had his moments. Si si si?