Random...

If you don't mind my foul-mouthedness, check out Avitable. He's an awesomely funny motherfucker, and one of these days, I aspire to meet him. He did this survey a couple of weeks ago (maybe longer), and I've saved it up to give to you. Shall we continue?

1. Who would you like to show up at your door to say they love you?

One of my fictional characters.

2. Last furry thing you touched?

My husband's chest.

3. How many drugs have you done in the last three days?

Are we talking legal? Five a day.

4. Do you miss film or does digital work for you?

Digital works for me, but I do miss film.

5. Favorite age you have been so far?

28

6. Your worst enemy?

My stepfather.

7. What is your current desktop picture?

Harry Potter

8. What was the last thing you said that was funny?

"Ha ha - she called you Dick!"

9. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly what would it be?

Fly. I could make a million taking people on 'flights.'

10. Who can’t you say “no” to?

Probably my boss...pathetic, I know.

11. The last song you bought or downloaded?

"Raise Your Glass" ~~ Glee's version of P!nk's song.

12. What time of day were you born?

10.38am. Wanna know how I know? My mumsy calls me every year on my birthday at 10.38am and sings Happy Birthday to me or my voicemail.

13. What’s your favorite number? Why?

18. Just always has been

14. Where did you live in 1987?

I was 9, so Springfield.

15. Are you jealous of anyone?

Quite a few people, actually.

16. Is anyone jealous of you?

I'm not sure why they would be.

17. It’s been almost a decade. Where were you when 9/11 happened?

I was at work, and not many phone calls got answered that day because no one was calling in. They were glued to their televisions and radios.

17 Questions? That's it? O well.

Ya know what, LDs? Have a great rest of the evening.

Ms D

Today, I

LDs, most of you know me as an outspoken, crazy girl who loves the eff word loads and I tells it likes I sees it (at least here), and I'm a generally happy person.

I fake it well, don't I?

For the last six months or so, it's feeling more and more like I'm trapped at the bottom of a dank, damp well where, as the days go by, the opening seems farther and farther away. I normally get this way in the wintertime. See, I'm a child of light; I crave the sunshine and mud and worms and the outdoors. When I can charge my batteries every day with Mother Nature, I am happy. And winter takes that away.

For the last week or so, it's been nice. Nice enough that I had dirty feet Sunday night from being out with the dogs in their mudhole of a backyard. Nice enough that I could turn my face and arms to the sun as if to say "I missed you." Normally, my body knows this and immediately starts to adjust to happy Dreamer. It's not working.

It was 75 here today - 75 and bright sunshine. I wanted nothing more than to crawl back into bed and sleep the day away. O wait. I can't sleep either. I am in bed for approximately seven hours; I sleep for about four. I have reached complete apathy about my position.

I had to go to the doctor today anyway - I'm at the end of a 2-week cold, and it's settling in my ears for the first time in about three years. I have antibiotics (yay), and I mentioned to my doc lady how I was feeling. I cried in her office, and we discussed pharmaceutical help. I have a prescription waiting for me on Friday at our local chemist (small smile; I like it). I don't really want to take it, but I will. I want to be my normal, wacky, weird, freakazoid self. I miss her.

If you're a prayer, send a few good thoughts up for me, please. I could really use it right now.

Ms D

Library Update

Just one book...sorry.

Creative

Ok...need to know who I should work on next. Based on names alone, who should get some much-needed attention? Or should I faff around with a couple in the second set?

See, I'm a romantic. I dig the fairytale-ness of the medieval times, the draw of space, the tragedy of war. So yes, it is what you think.

Much Needed Attention:
Kati and Lalo
Lexy and Evan
Ashley and Andrew (if you've followed here very long, you might remember them)

Faffing Around:
Skye and Troy (this one's a newbie)
Emily and Ray
Holly and Charlie
Sarah and Alan
Marcus & Elizabeth

Your thoughts?

Ms D

Partay!

LDs, did you ever party hard on a Saturday night?

Did you ever party hard on a Saturday night and wake up with no hangover?

Did you ever party hard on a Saturday night, wake up with no hangover, but come Monday morning, your brain was fuzzier than it was on Sunday afternoon?

I answered yes to all three questions. There was another party this weekend at J's house. Now, normally, I let my husband do the drinking. I may have one or two at the beginning of the night, but that's because one of us has to drive home. This time, we took our air mattress, claimed a room in the basement, and both set into some good partying. That hasn't happened in a while.

Now, I'm going to let you in on a little secret. If I drink too many beers, I will have a hangover the next day (without taking the "medicine*" to counteract said hangover). I can drink whiskey (namely my good friend Jack Daniel's) all damn night.

I drank 4/5ths of a fifth (figure that one out). By myself. Starting with a shot (to impress the boys, of course). Did you know that Jack and Diet Coke marry up well?

The night started off just fine - drinking, grilling, never staying in the same room: Beiruit and karaoke in the basement; WoW (nerds) in the dining room; poker in the living room; and smoking on the back deck.

Things I'll tell you from Saturday night.
1. If you've ever seen Police Academy and remember Eugene Tackleberry, you've seen my friend Shane (he's adorbs).
2. Don't underestimate the power of a drunk girl who doesn't like confrontation.
3. Sometimes, you really should just let a cat fight happen. I would have taken bets.
4. Don't piss off a 15-year military man.
5. If you bring your first date to a party of this magnitude and she still likes you, you might have just found a keeper.
6. Do NOT eyeball former police officers and semi-pro football players while flicking your knife open and closed after they've told you to knock it the fuck off. You will go down and you will get hurt.
and
7. Truth comes out when a guy's a bit inebriated - some good, some bad.

Number seven is what got me Saturday. Ben and AJ and I get into this conversation out on the porch (none of us smoke), and Ben's the one who brought it up.

He apologized for my auntie being here (yeah...). Ben's a big man (about three inches taller than Mr Realist), and he likes his women with a bit of meat on their bones. His wife, before she got pregnant with their second son (they've been married 16 years; took them eleven years to get pregnant w/Son 1, five for Son 2), lost 75 pounds, and he still finds her smoking hot.

They made me cry...in a good way, of course. AJ (who has the most beautiful grey/green/blue eyes I've ever seen) is one of those hot muscular guys who normally never give girls like me (shut up...) more than "you're a great friend" position.

Let's put it this way: I think I'm beginning to believe what Mr Realist has been telling me all along. I know that it's sad that I'm just shallow enough to need reassurance from people whom I just met or haven't seen in years. Mr Realist tells me all the time that I am beautiful. I'm beginning to think I am.

Yeah, I know. I went from partying my ass off to a reassurance. Let's get back to the party.

There would have been no less than five fisticuffs that would have happened Saturday night. What I just wanted to say to everyone was just "Suck it up, put on your big girl or boy underwear, and deal. You don't like him/her - don't look/talk/breathe in their general direction, or go to a different fucking room." Gah. Stupid young'uns.

Anyhoo...how was your weekend? I'm looking forward to this Saturday: St. Patrick's Day parade in Springfield. Need to get my greens together, bitches!

Love you all; heepwah, and be safe out there.

Ms D