She's so sweet, it's easy to love her. She's lying on the couch, the red fleece blanket over her and her microwave-warmed wheat roll snuggled against her belly. For a while, she's even had her hood up over her head to keep her ears warm :) Lol, the perils of an uber-short haircut!
I have been reading blogs tonight written by newbie lesbians. Women young and old who are afraid of their freshly admitted feelings and of the reaction of those around them. I myself struggled with those very same things.
I worried about my parents until they made it clear what they felt. I wasn't pleased with their reaction but if they thought it would make my attractions change, they were wrong. If they thought it would make me, for one second, rethink my love for Loubie, they were hallucinating.
Perhaps my truth is that as much as I love my parents, their influence on me and their involvement in my life was pretty minimal by then. It would have been farcical if I had suddenly given Mom's hellfire and brimstone speeches any attention.
In and around my little town I had alway felt sort of anonymous. My ex was the character, the known one. Looking back, it's sort of silly that I thought no one would know or that if they did, they wouldn't have cared. Still there may have been some validity to the idea that Montanans are individualists with a live and let live attitude because if things WERE said, it was never within my earshot. (Apologies forever to my children whose peers were never as kind.)
I lived my life as I dared. She came to see me many times during the years. We went to our Heritage Days parade together and out to restaurants and to the bars to play pool.
Yes. I was nervous, but I outgrew that. Especially after I moved to the UK. The first few years here, its true, I remember feeling nervous each and every time someone asked me why I moved. I just answer 'for love' now and let it go as most of the time I'm asked by strangers anyway..
But my life here, my day to day, spending time with my darling, is done openly and with enjoyment. We are arm-in-arm often and our pleasure in eachother's company is not hidden for anyone.
She's upstairs now, looking at the fireworks of Bonfire Night out the window. Isn't she too cute?
I feel I lived in a closet for a very very long time. I'm out, I'm happy and I will never ever feel obligated to return to that closet.
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Boredom? Not This Week..
Lou rang me at work yesterday. She wanted me to come home. The young man (30 yrs) across the street had come home from work to find his friend had hung himself. She'd gone in to try to help.
In spite of the rain pelting it down, I made it home in 30 minutes to find our house full of detectives and police. The young man from across the street was in our living room giving his statement, Lou was in the kitchen giving hers and I fluctuated between making cups of tea, hugging Lou and letting various others in and out of the house.
The young man and his friend had spent the night out having a few drinks. Instead of trying to make it home, the friend accepted the young man's offer to stay there for the night. In the morning, the young man had to get off to work but asked his friend to be sure to walk the dogs.
I'm not sure what made the young man come home in the middle of the day. I suspect he just didn't know if his buddy was still there to attend to the dogs..
Long story short, the friend had hung himself over the door inside the bedroom. The young man had opened the door and his friend had dropped. He ran from the house and came to our door for help.
He later said he'd come to ours because he knew younger people lived here (we're surrounded by oldies). He scared Lou by banging the crap out of the door, but still, she opened it. When she saw how frenzied he looked, she nearly shut the door on him again but he said, 'My friend has hung himself, the ambulance want me to go back in and I just can't. I need help please.' She got a sweater, her housekeys and followed him out. She asked for his phone to be certain he was truly on the phone to paramedics before she left our yard.
They had to climb the fence to get back into the property.. imagine my Loubie scrambling over a fence with her bod in it's tender state!!
Alone upstairs, she found the friend cold and gray, his poor body stiff. The paramedics kept asking her on the phone to be certain he was gone and she said later she felt they'd not believed her and pushed a little too hard... But she rolled him to his side, checked for breathing etc to reassure herself and the lady on the other end of the phone. She stroked his face and said kindly, 'What have you gone and done mate?'
She came back downstairs to find the young man on his knees in the muddy garden, sobbing his eyes out. She did her best to comfort him in his shock as they waited for his girlfriend to show up, for the paramedics and the ambulance to arrive. The police were quick behind.
The picture goes a bit confusing there. Basically, the young man didn't want to go back into the house so Lou invited him and the others to ours.
They were here until about 7.30.
Lou didn't sleep very well last night. She's got images of the friend behind her eyelids at all hours. She tried to go into work but her brain was scattered and she ended up coming home very early.
The young man came to our door again tonight. He brought a bottle of brandy for Lou and hugged her and hugged her over and over, thanking her for being here, for being willing to help.
In spite of the rain pelting it down, I made it home in 30 minutes to find our house full of detectives and police. The young man from across the street was in our living room giving his statement, Lou was in the kitchen giving hers and I fluctuated between making cups of tea, hugging Lou and letting various others in and out of the house.
The young man and his friend had spent the night out having a few drinks. Instead of trying to make it home, the friend accepted the young man's offer to stay there for the night. In the morning, the young man had to get off to work but asked his friend to be sure to walk the dogs.
I'm not sure what made the young man come home in the middle of the day. I suspect he just didn't know if his buddy was still there to attend to the dogs..
Long story short, the friend had hung himself over the door inside the bedroom. The young man had opened the door and his friend had dropped. He ran from the house and came to our door for help.
He later said he'd come to ours because he knew younger people lived here (we're surrounded by oldies). He scared Lou by banging the crap out of the door, but still, she opened it. When she saw how frenzied he looked, she nearly shut the door on him again but he said, 'My friend has hung himself, the ambulance want me to go back in and I just can't. I need help please.' She got a sweater, her housekeys and followed him out. She asked for his phone to be certain he was truly on the phone to paramedics before she left our yard.
They had to climb the fence to get back into the property.. imagine my Loubie scrambling over a fence with her bod in it's tender state!!
Alone upstairs, she found the friend cold and gray, his poor body stiff. The paramedics kept asking her on the phone to be certain he was gone and she said later she felt they'd not believed her and pushed a little too hard... But she rolled him to his side, checked for breathing etc to reassure herself and the lady on the other end of the phone. She stroked his face and said kindly, 'What have you gone and done mate?'
She came back downstairs to find the young man on his knees in the muddy garden, sobbing his eyes out. She did her best to comfort him in his shock as they waited for his girlfriend to show up, for the paramedics and the ambulance to arrive. The police were quick behind.
The picture goes a bit confusing there. Basically, the young man didn't want to go back into the house so Lou invited him and the others to ours.
They were here until about 7.30.
Lou didn't sleep very well last night. She's got images of the friend behind her eyelids at all hours. She tried to go into work but her brain was scattered and she ended up coming home very early.
The young man came to our door again tonight. He brought a bottle of brandy for Lou and hugged her and hugged her over and over, thanking her for being here, for being willing to help.
Sunday, November 01, 2009
Winter is coming.
The wind has been howling all day, with the rain intermittently pelting the last of the golden leaves from the trees. It's been a good day to stay inside but do confess it's left me feeling melancholy. I won't go into that though.
My poor little car did not pass it's annual check up. In fact, it needs some very expensive parts. So expensive that they aren't even kept in stock and need to be ordered. It should be finished Monday afternoon. Until then, my lil red racecar is in lockup over the weekend, waiting to have it's suspension repaired. There is an upside however. I can't get to work. LOL. Okay, truthfully, Loubie has offered to let me take her car and she would take a taxi as she's so much closer... but I don't wanna. I'll have to part with almost half this months' paycheck and I think I deserve a day to recover.
I visited the doc this week for an update on my bp. I've been taking the lowest dose possible for three weeks and the bp has dropped substantially! It still needs to be just a tad lower so she's doubled my dose but I'm thrilled. From what I've read, some people don't respond to the medicine and if I'd had to take more than one kind of med to get the reading low enough, I wouldn't have been allowed to donate.
I wish the weather were warmer. There's a candlelight vigil in Liverpool this evening at 8pm in support of a young man who was recently beaten by a gang of about 20 youths when he was spotted coming out of a local gay bar. I would have liked to have gone but will content myself with filling the front windows of our home with lit candles in support.
Loubie's scheduled for a total hysterectomy at the end of December. We've worried for years about this, knowing it was inevitable. She's got what's called 'frozen pelvis' in that all her bits in there are 'glued' together by endometriosis and adhesions.. making this surgery quite risky. The upside is that by waiting, she's been referred to a cancer doctor! Yeah, I can feel your eyebrows shooting up.. she's not got cancer, but this doctor is better trained at the more detailed work she'll be needing by virtue of his abilities in eradicating cancerous bits. He's nice too.
My daughter said we should start a club.. Tummyscars. lol.
Yesterday was my neice's birthday.. the neice who was hit and killed 18 mos ago by a drunk driver.
I want uneventful to return. Even boring would be nice. I want one of those years when you schedule a vacation just to do something.. not to escape from your life. Do we only get boring lives before 20 yrs old .. and it becomes impossible later?
My poor little car did not pass it's annual check up. In fact, it needs some very expensive parts. So expensive that they aren't even kept in stock and need to be ordered. It should be finished Monday afternoon. Until then, my lil red racecar is in lockup over the weekend, waiting to have it's suspension repaired. There is an upside however. I can't get to work. LOL. Okay, truthfully, Loubie has offered to let me take her car and she would take a taxi as she's so much closer... but I don't wanna. I'll have to part with almost half this months' paycheck and I think I deserve a day to recover.
I visited the doc this week for an update on my bp. I've been taking the lowest dose possible for three weeks and the bp has dropped substantially! It still needs to be just a tad lower so she's doubled my dose but I'm thrilled. From what I've read, some people don't respond to the medicine and if I'd had to take more than one kind of med to get the reading low enough, I wouldn't have been allowed to donate.
I wish the weather were warmer. There's a candlelight vigil in Liverpool this evening at 8pm in support of a young man who was recently beaten by a gang of about 20 youths when he was spotted coming out of a local gay bar. I would have liked to have gone but will content myself with filling the front windows of our home with lit candles in support.
Loubie's scheduled for a total hysterectomy at the end of December. We've worried for years about this, knowing it was inevitable. She's got what's called 'frozen pelvis' in that all her bits in there are 'glued' together by endometriosis and adhesions.. making this surgery quite risky. The upside is that by waiting, she's been referred to a cancer doctor! Yeah, I can feel your eyebrows shooting up.. she's not got cancer, but this doctor is better trained at the more detailed work she'll be needing by virtue of his abilities in eradicating cancerous bits. He's nice too.
My daughter said we should start a club.. Tummyscars. lol.
Yesterday was my neice's birthday.. the neice who was hit and killed 18 mos ago by a drunk driver.
I want uneventful to return. Even boring would be nice. I want one of those years when you schedule a vacation just to do something.. not to escape from your life. Do we only get boring lives before 20 yrs old .. and it becomes impossible later?
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Revelling in the Bitch that I AM
Overall, it wasn't too awful, spending two whole days in my ex-husband's company. I don't know how he really feels but we both try to put on a good face for those times we're obligated into eachother's company.
There are things about him I can still appreciate.. and I will certainly admit to some love on my side.. at least for who we were together, in the beginning, and for the family we created.
But otherwise, he's an ASS.
While in an appointment with the Finance specialist at the hosp, he derailed the conversation FOR 20 MINUTES, talking about his recent shoulder surgery, and the cadaver bone they had to implant, and how expensive that little bit of bone was..and and ! He didn't do it alone either, the specialist told all about HER shoulder surgery too. *sigh* Pinky was visibly frustrated. It had been a long day... and they didn't notice, just went on..
I, being either the spineless wonder or the woman with vision who knows she needs the jerk onside for what's to come... said nothing. I did, with pointed abruptness, shove back my chair and begin walk around the room while they spoke.
We ended up cancelling that meeting. (I now feel I have to get in touch with the specialist personally to be certain we have all the necessary information... cos all this aint gonna be cheap.)
Ex was Mr KnowitAll on a few occasions, making sure he used every technical term available in an effort to impress doctors and nurses. We rolled our eyes. Even his wife looked away.
For what it's worth, I like her. She's okay in book....questionable taste in men, but whatever.
THE BEST though, was in our meeting with the nutritionist. She's talking about all the food restrictions Pinky needs to abide by until the surgery and some things I should watch on my own intake. Ex piped up with, No more haggis for you then, huh? He's going for a laugh at my expense.
Haggis is some gross looking shit cooked up by the Scots made of something like oatmeal and fat boiled up in a sheep's stomach. I've never had it, never had the opportunity to try it and frankly, probably would never try.
But before I reacted, I noticed the confused look on EVERYONE else's faces. So I played dumb too. Everyone looked at Ex for an explanation, he got embarrassed and everyone in the room ended up laughing at him.
Wait, it gets better. After that meeting, we're all back out in the waiting room, 'waiting' duh, on our next specialist appointment. I excuse myself to go to the bathroom and when I come back, he goes.
I start to tell Pinky and his wife that I know what haggis is and begin to describe it. He re-enters the room, hears me, his face goes RED and he splutters, ' you KNEW what that was!?!
We're all howling.. and I say yeah. He asks why I didn't say and I reply, it was too much fun playing dumb! Gotcha!!
I have to say, it was fun. We laughed for a long time. He was good natured but knew he'd been had.
There are things about him I can still appreciate.. and I will certainly admit to some love on my side.. at least for who we were together, in the beginning, and for the family we created.
But otherwise, he's an ASS.
While in an appointment with the Finance specialist at the hosp, he derailed the conversation FOR 20 MINUTES, talking about his recent shoulder surgery, and the cadaver bone they had to implant, and how expensive that little bit of bone was..and and ! He didn't do it alone either, the specialist told all about HER shoulder surgery too. *sigh* Pinky was visibly frustrated. It had been a long day... and they didn't notice, just went on..
I, being either the spineless wonder or the woman with vision who knows she needs the jerk onside for what's to come... said nothing. I did, with pointed abruptness, shove back my chair and begin walk around the room while they spoke.
We ended up cancelling that meeting. (I now feel I have to get in touch with the specialist personally to be certain we have all the necessary information... cos all this aint gonna be cheap.)
Ex was Mr KnowitAll on a few occasions, making sure he used every technical term available in an effort to impress doctors and nurses. We rolled our eyes. Even his wife looked away.
For what it's worth, I like her. She's okay in book....questionable taste in men, but whatever.
THE BEST though, was in our meeting with the nutritionist. She's talking about all the food restrictions Pinky needs to abide by until the surgery and some things I should watch on my own intake. Ex piped up with, No more haggis for you then, huh? He's going for a laugh at my expense.
Haggis is some gross looking shit cooked up by the Scots made of something like oatmeal and fat boiled up in a sheep's stomach. I've never had it, never had the opportunity to try it and frankly, probably would never try.
But before I reacted, I noticed the confused look on EVERYONE else's faces. So I played dumb too. Everyone looked at Ex for an explanation, he got embarrassed and everyone in the room ended up laughing at him.
Wait, it gets better. After that meeting, we're all back out in the waiting room, 'waiting' duh, on our next specialist appointment. I excuse myself to go to the bathroom and when I come back, he goes.
I start to tell Pinky and his wife that I know what haggis is and begin to describe it. He re-enters the room, hears me, his face goes RED and he splutters, ' you KNEW what that was!?!
We're all howling.. and I say yeah. He asks why I didn't say and I reply, it was too much fun playing dumb! Gotcha!!
I have to say, it was fun. We laughed for a long time. He was good natured but knew he'd been had.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
There and Back
I'm home :)
Sitting here, trying to formulate my words, deciding where to start, I realise I'm tired. Even after a nap yesterday and 12 hrs sleep last night, my brain is still mush.
My darling Lou was able to pick me up from the airport. That's the best part of coming home. She always looks extra cute, extra sexy and her accent absolutely thrills me. Her lips are twice as soft after a separation and her eyes are that much bluer. I am a big girl and know I can cope very well on my own but, my God, do I miss my woman.
There's loads of details, some of which I'll share later.. but for now.. my blood pressure does need treatment but isn't as high as we thought and is within the range that should be manageable with one medication.. and I have slightly higher cholesterol that needs attention... but otherwise, I am healthy enough and
I am a match.
Sitting here, trying to formulate my words, deciding where to start, I realise I'm tired. Even after a nap yesterday and 12 hrs sleep last night, my brain is still mush.
My darling Lou was able to pick me up from the airport. That's the best part of coming home. She always looks extra cute, extra sexy and her accent absolutely thrills me. Her lips are twice as soft after a separation and her eyes are that much bluer. I am a big girl and know I can cope very well on my own but, my God, do I miss my woman.
There's loads of details, some of which I'll share later.. but for now.. my blood pressure does need treatment but isn't as high as we thought and is within the range that should be manageable with one medication.. and I have slightly higher cholesterol that needs attention... but otherwise, I am healthy enough and
I am a match.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
bp bp bp
A few weeks ago a thought occurred to me. The lady at the transplant centre had said that not only did I have to be in good health to donate, but that my blood pressure had to be at or below 130/80. I remembered that back in January, the doc took my pressure and it was so high she had me come back a week later for another test. I couldn't remember what that final result was, but knew she was pleased with it and off I went.
So, trying to be thorough, I made another appt with the doc, mostly to make sure that they wouldn't have a problem with my follow up care here if I'm able to donate. Before I left, I again asked for her to take my bp. OMG.. from those readings, I'm nearly ready to explode! out of three tries I can remember a 179 /89 and a 180/ something.. Because I'd just driven straight from Manchester to the docs.. screaming along as fast as I could manage in fear of being late.. we figured maybe some of the high readings were from stress.
She asked me to come back in a week and suggested no salt, reduce alcohol consumption and that sometimes even losing half a stone helps (that's about 7 lbs). So, I went on a diet. No more crap for me. I bought a decent multivitamin (even tho I think they prolly come out looking just like they went in) some ginkobiloba and magnesium.
I emailed my daughter to tell her the bad news. She told me later that she had a 'little breakdown' and cried a bunch but still appreciated my willingness to have tried. At the time though, we agreed it didn't look good but would wait on the final appt.
The weather's been crap so for exercise I've been jumping rope in the living room. (yet another reason to love the high ceilings) I poop out quickly but it's got my heart rate up for a while.
I've also been reading around some and found one doctor who advises to up my water intake. He said that if you shortchange your body of water, the body will protect it's organs by constricting blood flow to the perepheries (gad, I know I've spelled that wrong - sorry) That constriction is part of the bp readings. So I've been drinking more water. And peeing more. Weirdly enough, I've been thirstier too.. guess you get used to having it once you start?
At the end of my week, the doc took three readings. The best was 152/89.
Defeated, I went home and rang the transplant centre, told them I'd discovered I was wrong about having a good bp. I was gobsmacked to then be told that studies have shown that if a person can control their bp with a single medication, that they are still considered fine to donate.
They are shipping a portable bp machine to my daughter's house so before we arrive at the hospital I can take a set of readings over 24 hrs. Because my readings have been all over the place, only an average will give an idea if this can be controlled with a single medication. I can turn in the readings when we arrive at the hospital on Monday.
When reading about all this, when I thought I'd potentially be unable to donate, I had decided that I really didn't want to have to take bp medicine. I don't take any regular medication, feel healthy as an ox and thought I would try my best to control this through diet and exercise.
Now that the donation is still on and it's my daughter's life we're talking about.. I'm happy to take the medicine.
I'll probably be getting the most thorough check up of my life this next week. It's quite daunting to realize that I may be coming home with the knowledge that I'm not as healthy as I think I am, that they may discover something is wrong. It's a good thing because it means I can take care earlier if shit has gone awry... but will be a jolt to my self image.
It is true however that my mother's family has had many instances of cancer. Perhaps this super healthy self image has just been ridiculous all along. o well.. will know in a week.
So, trying to be thorough, I made another appt with the doc, mostly to make sure that they wouldn't have a problem with my follow up care here if I'm able to donate. Before I left, I again asked for her to take my bp. OMG.. from those readings, I'm nearly ready to explode! out of three tries I can remember a 179 /89 and a 180/ something.. Because I'd just driven straight from Manchester to the docs.. screaming along as fast as I could manage in fear of being late.. we figured maybe some of the high readings were from stress.
She asked me to come back in a week and suggested no salt, reduce alcohol consumption and that sometimes even losing half a stone helps (that's about 7 lbs). So, I went on a diet. No more crap for me. I bought a decent multivitamin (even tho I think they prolly come out looking just like they went in) some ginkobiloba and magnesium.
I emailed my daughter to tell her the bad news. She told me later that she had a 'little breakdown' and cried a bunch but still appreciated my willingness to have tried. At the time though, we agreed it didn't look good but would wait on the final appt.
The weather's been crap so for exercise I've been jumping rope in the living room. (yet another reason to love the high ceilings) I poop out quickly but it's got my heart rate up for a while.
I've also been reading around some and found one doctor who advises to up my water intake. He said that if you shortchange your body of water, the body will protect it's organs by constricting blood flow to the perepheries (gad, I know I've spelled that wrong - sorry) That constriction is part of the bp readings. So I've been drinking more water. And peeing more. Weirdly enough, I've been thirstier too.. guess you get used to having it once you start?
At the end of my week, the doc took three readings. The best was 152/89.
Defeated, I went home and rang the transplant centre, told them I'd discovered I was wrong about having a good bp. I was gobsmacked to then be told that studies have shown that if a person can control their bp with a single medication, that they are still considered fine to donate.
They are shipping a portable bp machine to my daughter's house so before we arrive at the hospital I can take a set of readings over 24 hrs. Because my readings have been all over the place, only an average will give an idea if this can be controlled with a single medication. I can turn in the readings when we arrive at the hospital on Monday.
When reading about all this, when I thought I'd potentially be unable to donate, I had decided that I really didn't want to have to take bp medicine. I don't take any regular medication, feel healthy as an ox and thought I would try my best to control this through diet and exercise.
Now that the donation is still on and it's my daughter's life we're talking about.. I'm happy to take the medicine.
I'll probably be getting the most thorough check up of my life this next week. It's quite daunting to realize that I may be coming home with the knowledge that I'm not as healthy as I think I am, that they may discover something is wrong. It's a good thing because it means I can take care earlier if shit has gone awry... but will be a jolt to my self image.
It is true however that my mother's family has had many instances of cancer. Perhaps this super healthy self image has just been ridiculous all along. o well.. will know in a week.
Monday, August 24, 2009
I Wanna Be Lazy Too!!
Stolen from Sooz
1. What bill do you hate paying the most? car insurance. Honestly though, Lou pays all the bills but that one. I worry I should be ashamed of that but am too relieved after the shambles of my marriage finances.
2. Do you miss being a child? I only miss that short period of time when I thought the world was perfect and Mom & Dad could do anything/ protect me from everything
3. Chore you hate the most? Vacuuming
4. Where was the last place you had a romantic dinner? I think the last time I had a romantic dinner was right here at home. Candles and a lovely meal and ahh, 'dessert'
5. If you could go back and change one thing what would it be? Been a better parent.. tried to be a bit tougher.
6. Name of your first grade teacher? Mrs Lassanske. She was my best friend's grandmother.
7.What do you really want to be doing right now? It's Monday evening, been a hard day for us both. We're sitting in front of the tv watching Liverpool play.. I can't imagine a better place to be right now :)
8. What did you want to be when you grew up? a journalist
9. How many colleges did you attend? Just one
10.Why did you choose the shirt that you have on right now? White man's style undershirt.. it's comfy.
11. What are your thoughts on gas prices? Please don't get so high I have to notice!!
12.First thought when the alarm went off this morning? I don't hear the alarm, Lou does and wakes me. I ask if I can have a snooze and she tells me I've already had one..or two lol.
13. Last thought before going to sleep last night? Is that me snoring already?
14. What famous person would you like to have dinner with? mm. don't spend much time thinking about famous people.
15. Have you ever crashed your vehicle? not really *tapping my head*
16. If you didn’t have to work, would you volunteer? Yes. I think I'd visit nursing homes, try to be good company to folks who don't often have any.
17. Get up early or sleep in? I would LOVE to sleep in but can't seem to manage it much anymore.
18. What is your favorite cartoon character? Tigger
19. Favorite thing to do at night with a guy/girl? well duhh.
20. When did you first start feeling old? I don't FEEL old yet but am worrying I may be starting to look old. O well..
21. Favorite lunch meat? Pastrami
22. What do you get every time you go into Wal-Mart? Last time I went into WalMart, I took my son and we filled a trolly with things for his new apartment. Towels, sheets, a foreman grill, frying pans, mixing bowls, utensils... I can't remember everything we got. It's a once-a-year sort of thing though.
23. Do you think marriage is an outdated ritual? No.
24. Favorite movie you wouldn’t want anyone to find out about? Why shouldn't they find out? I love The Breakfast Club and the idea that were ALL outsiders.
25. What’s your favorite drink? mmm, love me a good Merlot.. or coffee. Cold chocolate milk rocks too.
26. Who from high school would you like to run in to? Cheri
27. What radio station is your car radio tuned to right now? Radio City 96.7.. lol and No, it wasn't the KFC Breakfast Show, it was the Kev Seed Breakfast Show!! durrrrr
28. Sopranos or Desperate Housewives? Nope
29. Worst relationship mistake that you wish you could take back? I fell too hard for my first, believed her when she said she loved me though her actions proved otherwise. I let myself be blinded.
30. Do you like the person that sits directly across from you at work? I think so, though I've only known her for a week and a day.
31. Have you ever had to use a fire extinguisher for its intended purposes? No
32. Last book you finished reading? last I can remember, State of Denial by Bob Woodward.
33. Do you have a teddy bear? I have two bears, both given from Lou. One has a little pull up 'hood' with moose antlers and the other is red and has a Love Bug antennae hood.
34. Strangest place you have ever brushed your teeth? in a plane.. ?
35. Do you go to church? No. Ask me if I feel guilty.. LOL
36. How old are you? 45
1. What bill do you hate paying the most? car insurance. Honestly though, Lou pays all the bills but that one. I worry I should be ashamed of that but am too relieved after the shambles of my marriage finances.
2. Do you miss being a child? I only miss that short period of time when I thought the world was perfect and Mom & Dad could do anything/ protect me from everything
3. Chore you hate the most? Vacuuming
4. Where was the last place you had a romantic dinner? I think the last time I had a romantic dinner was right here at home. Candles and a lovely meal and ahh, 'dessert'
5. If you could go back and change one thing what would it be? Been a better parent.. tried to be a bit tougher.
6. Name of your first grade teacher? Mrs Lassanske. She was my best friend's grandmother.
7.What do you really want to be doing right now? It's Monday evening, been a hard day for us both. We're sitting in front of the tv watching Liverpool play.. I can't imagine a better place to be right now :)
8. What did you want to be when you grew up? a journalist
9. How many colleges did you attend? Just one
10.Why did you choose the shirt that you have on right now? White man's style undershirt.. it's comfy.
11. What are your thoughts on gas prices? Please don't get so high I have to notice!!
12.First thought when the alarm went off this morning? I don't hear the alarm, Lou does and wakes me. I ask if I can have a snooze and she tells me I've already had one..or two lol.
13. Last thought before going to sleep last night? Is that me snoring already?
14. What famous person would you like to have dinner with? mm. don't spend much time thinking about famous people.
15. Have you ever crashed your vehicle? not really *tapping my head*
16. If you didn’t have to work, would you volunteer? Yes. I think I'd visit nursing homes, try to be good company to folks who don't often have any.
17. Get up early or sleep in? I would LOVE to sleep in but can't seem to manage it much anymore.
18. What is your favorite cartoon character? Tigger
19. Favorite thing to do at night with a guy/girl? well duhh.
20. When did you first start feeling old? I don't FEEL old yet but am worrying I may be starting to look old. O well..
21. Favorite lunch meat? Pastrami
22. What do you get every time you go into Wal-Mart? Last time I went into WalMart, I took my son and we filled a trolly with things for his new apartment. Towels, sheets, a foreman grill, frying pans, mixing bowls, utensils... I can't remember everything we got. It's a once-a-year sort of thing though.
23. Do you think marriage is an outdated ritual? No.
24. Favorite movie you wouldn’t want anyone to find out about? Why shouldn't they find out? I love The Breakfast Club and the idea that were ALL outsiders.
25. What’s your favorite drink? mmm, love me a good Merlot.. or coffee. Cold chocolate milk rocks too.
26. Who from high school would you like to run in to? Cheri
27. What radio station is your car radio tuned to right now? Radio City 96.7.. lol and No, it wasn't the KFC Breakfast Show, it was the Kev Seed Breakfast Show!! durrrrr
28. Sopranos or Desperate Housewives? Nope
29. Worst relationship mistake that you wish you could take back? I fell too hard for my first, believed her when she said she loved me though her actions proved otherwise. I let myself be blinded.
30. Do you like the person that sits directly across from you at work? I think so, though I've only known her for a week and a day.
31. Have you ever had to use a fire extinguisher for its intended purposes? No
32. Last book you finished reading? last I can remember, State of Denial by Bob Woodward.
33. Do you have a teddy bear? I have two bears, both given from Lou. One has a little pull up 'hood' with moose antlers and the other is red and has a Love Bug antennae hood.
34. Strangest place you have ever brushed your teeth? in a plane.. ?
35. Do you go to church? No. Ask me if I feel guilty.. LOL
36. How old are you? 45
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