Hey, let me know if it would totally inconvenience any of you if I switched over to using my Dreamer and Realist site instead of here. Right now, I find it easier to postie over there. Pics are easier. I'm still debating, though. I'm about to pay the $10 a year to Google and get my own domain. Phbbt. Ms D

Blogging A - Z

It's up at the other place.

Ya know, the wordpress place.

And of course, NOW blogger stops being an asshole.

Ms D

Library Update

The Library has been updated again, and you'll find Blogging I over at my wordpress in about an hour! (I know. I'm behind as usual).

Ms D

Blogging A-Z: G

Blogging A-Z: G is up over at my other house...and H will be up later. Care to join?

Blogging A-Z: F

LDs, really pissing me off, Blogger is (channelling my inner Yoda). So linky here to my wordpress for my Blogging A-Z postie. Maybe Blogger will be fixed sometime. Or maybe not. Ms D

Blogging A-Z: E

Ya know, Blogger...you're starting to piss me off, and I just might link to my wordpress if you keep it up. E. Everything. As in I'd like to try everything. I'm not a daredevil or an adrenaline junky, but just to try. Years ago, there was a paperweight someone found on uncommongoods.com, and it said: "What would you do if you knew you could not fail?" Everything. I'd do everything. Even the illegal stuff. :) Ms D

Blogging A-Z: D

"Dance as if no one were watching, sing as if no one were listening, and live each moment as if it were your last." I am trying, LDs. If you haven't noticed by my blogging topics, I have a tendency to dance to my own drummer. I like dragons. Hell, I wanna be a dragon! Wouldn't that be cool? Some may say I'm disturbed, or dorky, or even deluded. But that's me. I'm daring...sometimes. Direct...sometimes. But never dastardly. I am a dreamer of dreams. Every day. Ms D (and what the fuck is up with Blogger and not accepting enter to start a new line?!)

Blogging A-Z: C

Catholic school, LDs. Because I are one (Catholic, not a Catholic school). I remember in Kindergarten having our own tiny bathroom. Letter People. Coloring and playtime. Trying to memorize your address and phone number. Getting a note sent home to my mom about "paying attention" (yes, I remember what it was for, and no, I'm not telling you). First Communion and wearing the Communion dress that my mumsy wore when she had hers. Being asked who was God's first people, getting stage fright, and even though Father Groesch whispered "Adam and Eve" (and everyone hearing it over the mic and laughing), I still couldn't say it. Christmas programs, and the only line I can remember is "Oh, Susannah, don't you cry for me *big wink to the crowd* - I'll take care of you!" (I was the oldest of three orphans.) Being Tommy's grandmother and wearing someone's reading glasses on the end of my nose and presenting a quilt. Confirmation and choosing a Blessed instead of a Saint for my confirmation name, and getting it approved. Playing sports with the boys and not segregating recess until fifth grade or so. Being a patrol officer in eighth for the younger kids and being the secretary of our board. Soccer parties at Chuck E Cheese and getting Indian names (I was Running Deer), and I still have all those award papers. Learning what it was like to change classes like we would in high school. Getting to spend an entire morning helping the Kindergarteners with their end-of-year program. Being songleader for thirds' First Communion. Birthday weenie roasts and hay rides. Slumber parties where no one slept much at all. Fall Festival and spring Ice Cream Social and snorting PixiStix. Writing good things about everyone in our class. I still have that page of paper. It's in my hope chest, and it's something I don't think I'll ever get rid of. There have been times when I've had a bad day, and just reading those simple, seventh grade affirmations have made me feel better. Seventeen of us - seven girls, ten boys - in the gym after graduation. Not a one of us wasn't tear-streaked. It was the end - the teammates, the closeness, the memories. I haven't seen most of them in 20 years. But if any of them needed my help in any way, I'd be there for them. Then. And now. Some people think it strange to keep in touch with the kids you went to grade school with; I don't think it's weird at all. To the St. Cabrini Class of 1992: love you all. Then and now. Ms D (And I have NO idea why it's not putting the spacing in like I want. Damn Blogger.)

Sunday Funnies

When I was a kid (or if I get the paper), the funny pages is always always always the first thing I read. Makes reading some of the depressing stuff a little better. So we're going to try this - Ms D's Sunday Funnies - just stuff I find amusing or awesome or cool or...well, you get the idea (which could be quite a bit).

I love David Bowie...

see more Celeb Look-A-Likes

Um, yes please?

see more Crazy Shoes and Cool Accessories

Can I be her? I wanna blow zombie heads off!

see more Wedinator

Safe to say, I've never been Rick-Rolled.

see more Failbook

Mr Realist is a wrestling fan, so this one's for him!

see more funny videos, and check out our Yo Dawg lols!

What has been seen cannot be unseen. *shudder*

see more Poorly Dressed

This NEEDS to be in everyone's office (if you work in one)

see more Monday Through Friday

I remember these days...

see more Tots and Giggles

Because he's just too damned cute. I'll be your dinosaur, Darren...

see more Hurr

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Have a great Sunday, LDs

Ms D

***All links from various sites on icanhascheezburger.com

Blogging A - Z: B

Well, we're at B (because I'm an idiot...see previous postie).

Bookie.

It's what I am. It's what I live for.

Books. I'm a bookie in the same respect as a foodie. I love books and everything that goes along with that.

Paper.

Notebooks.

Pens and Pencils.

Good writing utensils.

Bad writing utensils.

The ink and glue and paper and dust that settles into the cracks of a spine and just smells...perfect.

I read almost everything: classics to the macabre, history to fantasy, true life and true imagination.

But I'm a big fan of the fiction. I love to put myself in as a character that I whole-heartedly believe in. For example, if you've read the Twilight saga, I find myself supporting Alice, because Bella is a twit. And that's a whole 'nother discussion. :)

However, I am in the process of cleaning out my bookshelves. There are books that I have that I can part with, and there are books that I cannot, for a myriad of reasons.

Speaking of which...Imma gonna go sit on my back deck with a beer and a book.

Anyone wanna join?

Ms D

PS: And why the hell can't I make that picture bigger anymore? :P

Blogging A - Z: A

LDs, I'm jumping on the Blogging April A-Z bandwagon (I'm too late to sign up, but I'm going to try it).

The gist is that you have to blog every day of April, except Sundays, and each day needs to start with a letter of the alphabet. Imagine that... :)

So, without further ado, here's A (ed. note: and I'll be doing B as well...because I'm an idiot and went to bed without finishing it....damn).

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A...OOO! Athletics!

I have been athletic all of my life...meaning I started playing organized sports right before first grade, and I've always loved sports.

I played soccer from first through eighth (eight years), my freshman year (two seasons - we had fall and spring ball), and three years in college. So we've got twelve years of soccer.

Basketball started in fifth grade. I went out for and made the team and played for fifth through eighth, and then again my freshman year. That's five years of basketball; seventeen years of sports.

Now, I didn't play any sports my sophomore year in high school. I'd moved to southern Illinois, and neither the basketball coach or the softball coach really liked me much. I schooled a couple of the seniors on the basketball team, and even though I could throw from the outfield pretty much anywhere and was fast as hell, I didn't make either sport. A whole year...wasted.

Before my junior year, a friend dared me to try out for cheerleading. I was bemoaning the fact that I was never going to make a sports team, and I didn't really like volleyball, and she dared me. I tried out. I made it?! WTF? Bowheads were just that - brainless, ditzy airheads whose goal was to jump around and flash their panties at boys (hey, all my knowledge was from movies; my Catholic school didn't have cheerleading). Little did I know before trying out was it was a whole metric fuckton of work. I was a cheerleader for two years in high school, and three years in college. Five years of cheerleading; twenty-two years of sports.

Not only was I a cheerleader for both football and basketball, I ran track (discus, shot, 100m and 4x100, and on a rare occasion, 110m hurdles). Two years of track, twenty-four years of sports.

I played tennis for one year in college, and it rocked; twenty-five years of sports.

For the last four summers, I've been playing beer-league softball; bringing up my grand total to twenty-nine years of sports.

If I've played twenty-nine years of sports, and I'm thirty-three, it means I've played sports every year since I was four. Some of you might say, "But Ms Dreamer, you played for seasons, not years." And that's where you're wrong. Sports are not a "seasonal" thing. It's called 'off-season conditioning.' Even as cheerleaders, we were required to work out at least twice a week in the weight room, and I ran for the hell of it during summers and such. So yeah, they were years.

And this would be why I have:

a now-healed left foot

ankles that get stuck and have to pop

a permanently strained ACL in my left knee

aching hips and shoulders

a strained rotator cuff in my left shoulder

a now-healed hairline fracture just above my right wrist (don't remember which bone)

and at least one concussion.

I'd always been of the knowledge, even before I'd heard it in mainstream, "Go Hard or Go Home."

It's what I lived by. And even with my injuries, I wouldn't give up that athletic history for anything.

How's about you?

Ms D

Library Update

Well, hells. I can't find what I did with my cute pic of the book stacks.

Sigh.

I've updated the Library.

And I got my first adult library card this morning!