1-10...let's try it again.

LDs, I'm not going to Bitch and Moan today. I'm just too frustrated about it. I am, however, going to give you one through ten.

This was originally supposed to be a 30 Day Blog Challenge, but I can't motivate myself to do that.

So I'm going to do ten at a time. Which is why yesterday's postie had 1-10 as the subject. Obviously, I'm an idiot.

Day 1 - your favorite song

Just one? "Amazed" by Lonestar or "The Dance" by Garth Brooks.

"Amazed" was what Mr Realist determined was our song, and it's the one I came down the aisle hearing at our wedding.

"The Dance" was our first dance, both as a couple and husband & wife. Mr Realist went home the weekend of Homecoming his first year in college because a rival school was having their Homecoming and a friend from high school had already asked him to go because it was a group of people they all went to HS with. I didn't get a Homecoming dance (lame, I know...). A couple of weekends later, we were headed to his hometown, and I made a point to say something: "I just think it sucks that Heather got her Homecoming dance, and I didn't...and I'm your girlfriend." Mr Realist stopped the car (we were on a remote backroad), flipped through his CDs, popped one in, skipped to a song, and we danced on the gravel road to Garth Brooks.

Day 2 - your favorite movie

Any of the Harry Potter movies. The Princess Bride. E.T. Steel Magnolias.

Day 3 - your favorite television program

I have two, actually. Glee and Bones. Love love love them, and I'm glad that I can see them on Hulu!

Day 4 - your favorite book

You're killing me, Smalls. Any Harry Potter. Of course, it might be easier to tell you fave authors. :)

Charlaine Harris (Sookie Stackhouse)

Stephenie Meyer (Twilight Saga -- I know, most people don't)

JRR Tolkien (LOTR and The Hobbit, and I'm trying to work my way through The Silmarillon (sp?))

Julia Quinn, Judith McNaught, Piers Anthony, Lyndsey Sands, Shane Moore, Dean Koontz, Linda Lael Miller...the list goes on. :)

Day 5 - your favorite quote

I have two: "what would you do if you knew you could not fail?" (seen on a paperweight) and "You can do or not do what you were gonna do, but you can't not do what you did." (Clare, Unspoken for Time)

Day 6 - 20 of your favorite things

these are in no specific order!

1. husband

2. friends

3. wine

4. books

5. sleep

6. imagining things

7. knitting

8. food

9. family

10. daisies

11. dogs

12. horses

13. Camp Ondessonk

14. solitude

15. movies

16. dirt

17. new mown hay

18. clean sheets dried in the sun

19. fresh powdery snow

20. rain

Day 7 - a photo that makes you happy

This is Mr Realist and I at a Cardinals game in July. Gotta love the tickets that are given to you!!

Day 8 - a photo that makes you angry/sad

This is a favorite professor that I will never see again...never see him smile, never hear his beautiful tenor voice, never hear him tell me that I can sing,ever again. David, I miss you.

Day 9 - a photo you took

I took the one of Mr Realist and me...with my iPhone :)

Day 10 - a photo taken over 10 years ago of you

and that's something I don't have on this computer. I'll have to scan some oldies but goodies and show them off to y'all.

Ok...I'm tired, and I have a long day tomorrow - work, visitation an hour north, and darts....

Heepwah, and be safe out there, will ya?

Ms D

Bitch and Moan Monday

Hello, Clarice. I've been expecting you.
Would sir and madam care to sit for some fava beans and a nice Chianti? I regret to inform you that the kitchen's all out of liver.

It's Bitch and Moan Monday!



Like Kisha, I generally try to be a happy person, and I uber-hate confrontations. But sometimes rainbows and fucking glitter have to take a backseat to fire and brimstone and the half-evil side of me coming out (Mr Realist thinks I need a 333 tattoo). It's why I'm romantically involved with Kisha's B&M Monday. I save up some nuggets of brimstone and tongues of flame, and let them all go on Mondays. It's a perfect fucking day to bitch. Mondays suck most of the time.

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LD's, if you've been here longer than a New York minute, you'll know that I'm not all docile and fluff and prim and proper. Fuck that noise. I dislike hate it when people think that I should be. I mean, come on.

I'm 32. I have a decent job (that I hate). I have a house and two cars and two dogs and two rats (it's like the muthafuckin ARK here, LDs). I have Mr Realist. And I "should know better than to swear."

Um, are you high? Look, I know that there is a time and place for swearing. I'm not an idiot because I do swear. I'm not going to go to work and tell someone s/he's a fucking moron (unless it's called for and we're friends). I try my damnedest not to swear in front of impressionable young children (even when their parents do it). But this is my muthafuckin blog and they're my muthafuckin thoughts, and if you don't like it, you can stop reading.

Now.

I'm not commanding you to be here (although, the followers are nice). Most people I've interacted with think I'm funny, although I'm really not trying to be. I'd like to have more followers, but if that means I have to censor myself, it's not. fucking. worth it. I am me, LDs, and that's all I can be.

The reason this B&M was sparked was based on a two-line conversation that had happened between me and someone else several weeks ago. I got called out - "do you kiss your grandmother with that mouth?" Fuck right I do, LDs. But aside from the occasional 'damn,' 'hell,' or 'shit,' I don't swear in front of my parents and grandparents. It's just not cool since they don't use it. (Mumsy Dreamer is an exception, and I'll post more about her later on. Some of you would totally dig her; others, not so much).

So, I thought it was done. Over. Finito.

Nope. The conversation was told to a family member, and I got called out again - "says you have a dirty mouth on your facebook." "Like the swears and stuff?" LDs, I raised an eyebrow, and turned to the two guys. My response:

"Yeah, I do. It's my facebook, and it's private to everyone but my friends, and if she doesn't like it, then she can just delete herself." They were a little shocked.

Sorry, but that's the way I feel about it. You don't like me, remove yourself.

What made it even weirder? Aunt Becky totally wrote about something similar before I did! LDs, I love her and Kisha and we should totally make McDreamy and Dexter or House and Booth perform a sexy striptease before carting us off to our respective rooms and then making the awesomesauce (fuck yeah, I went there) of love with us. Totally sated, LDs. Totally sated.

I might just be able to tackle the rest of this bitchy Monday with that image of the Booth making the Sexy Time with me. Ohhhhh yeah...that's right. Special Agent Seeley Booth can use those handcuffs and that tie of his on me.

Anytime.

Seriously, DB. Call. Me.

Before I get all fire and brimstone in a good way *evil grin*, I wanna know what's got you Bitching and Moaning today. Did the childrenz interrupt your Sexy Time last night? Really really want a paintball pistol to shoot dumbasses right in the face who don't use turn signals? Post it in the comments, if you want; other than that, click over to Kisha to see what everyone else is bitching and moaning about.

Heepwah, and be safe out there.

Your smoldering
Mrs Dreamer

PS: "Fuck you, fuck you, you're cool, and fuck you. I'm out."

PPS: I'm getting better at this html thing. High five myself!