Grub-ology:
What is your salad dressing of choice? Blue cheese, full fat
What is your favorite fast food restauraunt? Taco Bell
What is your favorite sit down restaurant? La Bodega
On average, what size tip do you leave at a restaurant? Depends on the service
What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick of? nothing
Name three foods you detest above all others: Liver, lima beans, hominy
What is your favorite dish to order in a Chinese restaurant? Happy Family
What are your pizza toppings of choice? the works
What do you like to put on your toast? cherry preserves or apple butter
What is our favorite type of gum? Orbit sweet mint
Tech-ology
Number of contacts in your cell phone? maybe 40
Number of contacts in your e-mail address book? same
What is your wallpaper on your computer? beach somewhere tropical
What is your screensaver on your computer? whatever the default is
Are there naked pictures saved on your computer? no
How many land line phones do you have in your house? none
How many televisions are in your house? 2
What kitchen appliance do you use the least? coffee maker but DH uses it every day
What is the format of the radio station you listen to the most? country
Bi-ology:
What do you consider to be your best physical attribute? eyes
Are you right handed or left handed? Right
Do you like your smile? yes
Have you ever had anything removed from your body? Teeth, tonsils
Would you like to? fat, definitely
Do you prefer to read when you go to the bathroom? it's very peaceful in there
Which of your five senses do you think is keenest? hearing
When was the last time you had a cavity? don't know
What is the heaviest item you lift regularly? 40# dog food bag
Have you ever been knocked unconscious? No
Misc-ology:
If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die? no
If you could change your first name, what would you change it to? my mom's original pick, Sarah
How do you express your artistic side? writing
What color do you think you look best in? red
How long do you think you could last in a medium security prison? 5 minutes. I got my ass beat regularly in elementary school -- are you kidding?
Have you ever swallowed a non-food item by mistake? tiny glass bottle
If we weren't bound by society's conventions, do you have a relative you would make a pass at? No way, absolutely not
How often do you go to church? until a year ago twice a week, now, never
Have you ever saved someone's life? Maybe, I gave over a gallon of blood
Has someone ever saved yours? don't know
Dare-ology:
For this last section, if you would do it for less or more money, indicate how much.
Would you walk naked for a half mile down a public street for $100,000? No. A block but not a half mile
Would you kiss a member of the same sex for $100? yes
Would you have sex with a member of the same sex for $10,000? No
Would you allow one of your little fingers to be cut off for $200,000? no
Would you never blog again for $50,000? absolutely
Would you pose naked in a magazine for $250,000? no but if you'd asked me 20 years ago I might have
Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000? no
Would you, without fear of punishment, take a human life for $1,000,000? no
Would you shave your head and get your entire body waxed for $5,000? $100,000
Would you give up watching television for a year for $25,000? yes
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Survivor 13 and the possibility of closing the doors
The great thing about having a blog is that I can come here and rant about Survivor 13 and how disappointed I am in the whole "dividing by race" concept. (I still like the schoolyard pick method myself. ) Also it gives me a place to gripe about the fact that the large majority of the players are from California, which is in itself a culture as foreign to me as that of Asia or Mexico. But really, so predictable -- I can already hear the posturing. Boring, boring, boring.
The bad thing about a blog is that sometimes you're just not interesting. And at worst, you offend someone. Or you just get too busy and you can't post anymore.
I'm close to closing it down. I'm a little conflicted though. I think I would miss it if it were gone but on the other hand I just don't have that kind of time anymore and frankly, I find myself boring as hell. There are only about 4 of you who read it -- others that I've invited have declined or been hurt by what I've said, including my own spouse. That said, I'll be posting infrequently and possibly, in a month or so, I'm going to blow it up. I'll have to think about it. Maybe it's time to go back to paper, which seems so much more genteel and Emily Dickenson-like.
The bad thing about a blog is that sometimes you're just not interesting. And at worst, you offend someone. Or you just get too busy and you can't post anymore.
I'm close to closing it down. I'm a little conflicted though. I think I would miss it if it were gone but on the other hand I just don't have that kind of time anymore and frankly, I find myself boring as hell. There are only about 4 of you who read it -- others that I've invited have declined or been hurt by what I've said, including my own spouse. That said, I'll be posting infrequently and possibly, in a month or so, I'm going to blow it up. I'll have to think about it. Maybe it's time to go back to paper, which seems so much more genteel and Emily Dickenson-like.
Friday, August 04, 2006
erosion
I wonder if growing up and growing older is just this process of erosion and you are either what is eroded away or what is left when everything else has been.
My best friends' marriages are over. The artist formerly known as Frau Lobster and hereafter referred to as Mother Nature is now a single person again -- just this last week. And on the day after, the Cat sent me an e-mail to announce the sudden death of her 12 1/2 year marriage as well.
I look at T and think "how did we survive?" I thought this time last year we were the least likely to be married in August of '06. But here is the secret -- here's what I know. We both wanted it. We loved, we hated, we scratched, fought, cried, screamed, threw things, threatened, cussed and spat but in the end the solidity of our life together was too irresistable.
He is home for me. He has learned after all these years that when I cry all I need is for him to hold me. I don't need my problem solved and I don't need a reproach. I need a pair of arms and a strong chest. He's my best friend, the first person I go to with news or a joke. He is that which I prize above all else -- steady, loyal and faithful.
As for what I am to him, I can't say. But it must be something because when I was ready to let it all go, he held on tight for both of us. I do remember one thing he said -- that I was his rock.
This thing we have is not perfect. And the sandstorms have worn down parts of what we were. But when I look around now I see that we are still standing. And I am amazed.
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