Will this ever end? HELL TO THE NO!
I thought about whining to you some more about the awful moments we had during our travels this past week. I even started writing the post. It went something like this:
“Whine whine whine tantrums blah blah blah vomit simper wimper fuss diarrhea waaaahhhmbulance traffic jams, blah blah etc, etc, poor me, whine.”
About halfway through I reflected upon things and thought, hey! Maybe they don’t want to read that regurgitated poop (puns intended) that I’ve really already mentioned in quite enough detail to please everyone.
So instead? More answers to your questions – because really, I have yet to break into this homework assignment far enough, and I shall continue hammering at it, You Wonderful People! This may take some time – I don’t answer questions in a brief manner very well, so I really only have room for a handful in each post before the darn thing is long and unruly.
Feel free to add more questions on to the original questions post, and as I move through, I’ll just continue answering whatever you want to know. I’m happy to do it, as I get to it. (Yay for stupid rhymes!)
Previous Posts Containing Answers:
- Answers to “Food-Based” Questions
- The Nipple Showing Question
- Second Installment of Answers
- Third Installment of Answers
Today’s Installment:
Kat asked: “How many kids do you want to have?”
Well, when I was a kid, I thought I’d have “several.” As I grew older, “several” became more like “3.” I suppose maybe that has something to do with feeling comfortable with what you’re used to, as there were 3 children in my immediate family growing up.
I still felt that way until my recent miscarriage. During the time directly following that unfortunate event, I had episodes where I was pretty sure I never wanted to have another child. Instead, I wanted to cling to the idea of getting back the one that had died. Whatever your ideas about the death of a child may be, it is of no consequence, because what I wanted was that very same child, at that very same time, in that very same flesh. And that, friends, is impossible, so I was coming to the point of stubbornly wanting none if I couldn’t have exactly what I had wanted.
The proverbial sour grape, I guess. Probably more like the tortured, wounded heart. I needed more time to grieve.
There’s no amount of “healing” that can happen to make it all better. Writing helped. Reading and talking to others helped. Being there for other people now helps. I do better on a day to day basis, as far as managing my emotions.
Of course, being pregnant again also helps, even if I’m a nervous ninny a lot of the time. It gives me something else to worry about and look forward to, so my emotional cup is crowded with other things, and there is less room for the swirling currents of pain and sadness.
I do keep thinking about December 24. That is the day the baby was due, and it is creeping up on me. I’m not sure what I will feel on that day. Today when I thought about it, I cried a little. Perhaps playing Santa will take away some of the pain.
I am just fine now with having 2 children, but I am anticipating the impending stress of having a newborn, a 3 year old, a husband on the road, and several Internet jobs calling for my attention, all at one time. I’m thinking maybe 2 children will be enough to drive me completely batshit nuts fulfill my life. 
LONG ASS ANSWER short? Two children, kthxbai.
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Kerrianne asked: “Heels or flats?”
OH BABY. Shoes? We’re talking shoes, here?
I love shoes. Flats, heels, whatever!
For pity’s sake, I even over-shoe-shop for my kid! He has 6 pair that fit him right now. (Even if he did call them “shits” at one point.) Yup. I have a problem. Heh.
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Veronica asked: “Are you nervous about the results of the Bloggies?”
Now THAT will show you how dated these questions are.
Yes, I was nervous about the results. In many ways, I am very laid back. But I am driven, and if I enter into something, I cannot fail. Must not fail.
So yes, I was nervous. When I found out I made it to the finals, I was 100% dorkishly happy and stupidly spastic. Being there with my beloved friend Alli made it that much more golden.
We both lost to that outlandish whore, Jezebel.
Bah! We are better than Jezebel. And way, way hotter. So there.
(Seeing this hot piece win her category made it all better, though.)
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Marylin asked, “When are you going to get that monkey you were on about in the Blog365 forums?”
HAHAHAHA! I told practically EVERYONE that I had a monkey and it would dance for them, or I was going to get a monkey and they should pet him, etc, etc when I was on cocaine (aka participating in Blog365).
But, Marylin, I DO have a monkey.
He’s 2 and his name is Braden. You may have seen me talk about him? *snort*
As for the Hippopotamus I also mentioned a lot during NaBloPoMo? No comment. *coughmyownasscoughsneeze*
Is this post too long? Did you read it all? Do you give a crap at all anymore? No?
Good, me either. More later!
More Questions, With Answers! Woohoo!
Going to be doing some stuff and thingies this week, in different places and locations. Heh.
So, busy busy busy, go go go, this that and the other = I’ll be Away From Keyboard a LOT.
To keep all of You Wonderful People entertained and amused, I’ll be slinking a little away from Lazy Douchedom again this week by FINALLY answering more of the questions you asked forever ago!
Then, later, I’ll also be asking YOU some questions. So get ready, my pretties.
Previous Posts Containing Answers:
Answers to “food-based” questions
Second installment of answers
Today’s Installment:
Dawn asked: “If you could snap your fingers and change one part of your body, what would it be?”
Well, if you had asked me that as a child, my IMMEDIATE response would have been,”My ears.” I got made fun of A LOT for my ears.
Being called “Dumbo” was not unheard of.
Bastards.
A year ago, I’d have asked for someone to zap my Muffin-op away.
But bah. I’m pregnant now, so the Muffin-Top is just providing the rounded-out icing on top of my bulbous cake of a belly. Yay and shi.
What I’d really like is thinner, smoother thighs. The junk in my trunk I can handle, but I HATES DEM OLE JELLY LEGS.
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Kat asked: “What do you want to be when you grow up (you know, figuratively speaking, who wants to grow up anyway!)”
When I was a little kid (yes, I’m going to start off that way again) I wanted to be an astronaut. AND a ballerina. Yes, at the same time. And, uh, I TOTALLY could have done either or both, but I changed my mind. So there.
Years ago, I thought I wanted to be a research psychologist and professor. I burned out on that idea in Grad School. Oh, Grad School, how I look back at you with much fear and loathing.
Nowadays, I’m focusing more on how I can make today and tomorrow better for my family and myself, and less on “when I’m all grown up.” And busy learning that might be the best thing for me mentally. And maybe partly because of my tendency to be in denial about my aging in the first place.
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Katie Ann asked: “What made you choose a chihuahua?”
Honestly? I HAVE NO IDEA. I have always thought Chihuahuas are HORRIBLE little pests of dogs! That they are annoying and really begging to be kicked across the room at any given moment.
And you know what? I WAS RIGHT.
Heh. Okay, the little jerk IS cute. And sometimes he doesn’t suck.
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Veronica asked: “When are you going to fly over and visit me?”
Tomorrow, Honey. Better get your ass to the airport and pick me up. With chocolates in hand.
I WISH! *muah*
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Marylin asked: “Hmm, where and what would you do in your dream holiday?”
Anywhere I can Sleep. Sleep. Sleeeeep. SleeeeeEEEP. SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP.
And have wine. Chocolate. Cheese.
Then more sleep.
See? I’m easy.
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That’s it for today! Stay tuned for more… and be ready to answer my questions, too. 
This does NOT mean I have to relinquish Lazy Douche Status.
About Eleventy-Gajillion years ago, I told my readers, You Wonderful People, to ask me questions. And I said I would answer them.
And I answered all the ones that pertained to food or eating (because clearly, that is what I find most important) in due time. But then I kind of… you know… didn’t answer the rest of them.
And “Dana” called me out as a “lazy douche” because I wasn’t answering the questions – you know – on her time schedule. (Of course, I have no link or email address for her, but if you want, you can view her shenanigans for some good ole’ Troll Fun in the comments here.)
Now, while she was rather a bitch about it, I do need to get around to answering your questions, and so I am finally De-Douching for a few moments to bring you my answers.
I’m going to have to do this in parts, of course, because it’s impossible to get rid of all the lazy at one time. Especially when I’m pregnant. (8 Weeks now! Woo!)
Maria asked me, “I want to know – what do you do when you have an itch that you can’t reach and there’s no one else around to assist you in scratching it?”
Honestly? I go into the kitchen and get the wooden fork and scratch the hell out of my back with it. Then I put it back without washing it. So you wanna come eat at my house? You just might get some dry skin flakes in your pasta!
Ok, totally just kidding. I wash it. But I’m sure you’ll still think I’m gross. I do lots of gross things. We’re just scratching the surface here. Pun intended! I.AM.SO.FUNNY.
Dawn asked me, “Why did you decide to be a psychology major?”
Ok, there are a few things at play here. First of all, I had to choose electives when I was in high school, and one of the very few things that appealed to me at all out of the choices was Psychology. It seemed like it would be interesting. And I LOVED it.
I’m well suited for liking Psych because I am sincerely interested in why people behave the way they do, in the ways they feel, and why, and how those things can be modified. I like human beings and I want the best for them. Even if they often make me want to strangle and murder at will.
When it came time for me to choose “what I was going to do in college” there was just nothing else, other than writing, that I even gave a shit about. I didn’t care about anything else. And writing seemed like something I’d fail at – I enjoyed it but I was never confident enough about my ability. My sophmore and senior english teachers might bitch slap me for that, but it’s true.
Lastly, my dad is a psychologist, and this little girl has some daddy issues. It was a way for me to understand my father better, you dig? And for me to get closer to him, because I could understand the things he was interested in and talk to him about them.
Also, I want to screw with your head. Skillz.
Kat asked me, “If you weren’t a SAHM, what would you be doing with your time?”
This is SUCH a big “I Don’t Know!” question for me… but I’d say I’d either be teaching Psych somewhere, taking professional photographs, or writing poetry in a dark room while drinking wine and listening to creepy music.
And trying really hard not to seem pervy and threatening while staring at everyone else’s children longingly. Because, come on, I would really want a baby if I didn’t already have one!
Kerrianne asked me, “Stewart or Colbert?”
While they are both very funny, and I dig funny in a big way, I have to go with Stewart. He had my heart long ago and, frankly, he has the Hot Ass Factor. Excuse me for saying so, but Damn, okay?
Janet asked me, “how do you shoot photos of yourself? do you use a tripod? or is it really braden behind the lens?”
It depends on the photo. Sometimes I just hold the camera out in front of myself at an angle I feel is appropriate and snap. If it’s off, I try again. After a while, you get a feel for how to hold it to get what you want.
If I need a good face shot with no trial and error, I stand in front of a mirror, but I do not shoot into the mirror. Rather, I use the mirror to show me what the viewfinder sees, and I shoot straight at myself. I do NOT use a flash, to avoid blow-out at close range.
If I want both my hands in the photo, but just my face, I look for good light, put the camera down on something, and use the self-timer.
If I need full body, I use the tripod with the self timer.
And when Braden takes photos of me, they look like this:
Katie Ann asked me, “Do you have a girl’s name picked out when/if you ever have one?”
Yes! In fact I’ve had a list of girls and boys names since I was pregnant with Braden which I compiled before we knew his gender. I liked fewer boy’s than girl’s names, so there is a longer Girlie List. The thing is that I like “weird” names, and John will more than likely Veto at least 75% of the Girl Names. For example, I’m almost positive that he will never allow me to have a girl named “Ahava.” I have actually thought of slipping in some REALLY awful ones that I don’t really want, just to make the other ones seem pretty good.
Oh, and then there was the stupid moment when I put the names “Coral” and “Kara” on the list. Coral or Kara Carroll? YEAH, RIGHT.
By the way, I never knew how serious people take baby names. I’ve seen some really rude comments made about how much people hate certain names, and I’ll tell you right now, that’s dumber than a pile of shit on rocks. Hate a name? Insult someone else’s choice for naming their child? And I’m not talking about crazy names like Shittake or Lemonjello or whatever. If you have time to get really worked up over a NAME you have issues, man. Get over yourself. That’s all I’m going to say about that. I think. For now. Way to go off on a Ranting Tangent, eh?
Whew! I’m spent. How about you?
You’ll have to wait for another post to see more. Because I know you’re DYING to hear all my answers.
*snort*
I wonder about things… a lot.
I thought about titling this post, “You could say that I’m a daydreamer.” But it was too tacky, even for me. Also, the word “titling” is really bothering me. All I can think of when I look at it on the screen is, “Is that what one would affectionately call a small breast?”
But I digress. Wait, can you digress before you even start really talking about a thing? *mentally scanning* Okay, yes. Because it was a mental digression. I was thinking of the thing, but then…. oh, nevermind.
Okay. Are you still reading?
I wonder about things constantly. All day long my mind jumps around to different ideas, ponderings, and musings.
And I wonder what other people think about the stuff I think. (And whether I’ll ever be able to write sentences that don’t sound like a 3rd grader composed them.)
It’s kind of why I enjoy writing here. Because I can vomit all that stuff onto the screen and get feedback, suggestions, etc. Sometimes, though… I wonder whether people are thinking things that they really want to say, but are afraid to say. And that makes me sad.
And I don’t mean rude things, or childish things. I’m not talking about being negative or picking fights. Or calling people names… like, oh, “lazy” and “douche,” you know, just for example.
What I mean is really honest commenting, introspective stuff, sharing, discussion. I think I’m craving more of that. Know what I mean? Not that you guys don’t do that, many of you really do, and I appreciate it. In fact, I really appreciate every comment I get. I know I don’t respond to every single one – I certainly wish I had the time to do so, and I do read them all, and respond to what I can. Also, I know that a lot of you read but just don’t have time to comment… or comment, but you don’t have time to get all deep. TOooootally understand that.
I want this to be a place where my readers feel really comfortable saying how they feel. I’d like to be a person you find approachable and fair. So I really welcome you to tell me when you disagree or to call me out when you think I’m wrong (without being rude, because that is entirely possible to do, I swear, and I have a hard time doing it, myself, sometimes, so this has weight, heh).
I will admit that i have a tender heart, and I can be hurt… but I appreciate honesty in such a great way that I don’t even know how to put the right words right here on this part of the page in such a way that you would understand how much I appreciate it. I promise to put my big-girl pants on (and save my silly pants for until I’m done) and take the constructive criticism maturely. (Okay, at least 99% 95% of the time.)
I’m going to start a series here called, “I Wonder” and it’s basically going to be me asking you guys what you think about topics that cross my mind. Sometimes they’ll just be really silly things, and we can all have a good laugh. Sometimes it might be more serious stuff that I just really want to hear your perspectives on.
I invite you to share with me and one another and I really hope you accept that invitation. We talk a lot about building community around the blogosphere. While that is not the only reason I blog, I am also very much into that.
Today, I’m wondering… have you ever really wanted to say something on a blog, but were afraid to for some reason? Would you be willing to talk about it here? You don’t have to be specific (but you can feel free to be as specific as you want). What was it about, and what stopped you from saying what you wanted to say? Did you regret it later?
Additionally (but I’d really like an answer to the above in comments):
Has it ever happened to you here? I’m going to add a poll here, so you can answer anonymously. But you can also answer in comments. I just want to get as many honest responses as possible. So, if you’re feedreadin’ and you would like to answer the poll, it’s here! You just can’t see it until you click over.
[I also welcome you to email me at thelotuscarroll@gmail.com if you want to talk about anything further in private. You can do that anytime, by the way. I just request you give me a little time to respond. And, as always, if I don't respond after a few days, nudge me! I may have lost or overlooked your e-mail. I'm very human!]
Thanks, in advance, for sharing yourselves with me. After all, I’m a psychologist at heart, and by degree. I have an inherent interest in people. That’s you!
Crackin’ The Whip
Day 2 of Lotus Is Sick & Whiney.
Slept horribly last night. My nose was insanely stuffed up, so my mouth kept dropping open. Apparently, this causes excessive drying of the mouth. That was my guess, anyway, when I woke up and and tried to get some saliva going, only to realize that my tongue was permanently glued to the roof of my mouth. It’s a good thing this isn’t radio, or I’d be sca-rewed.
The next Project Support Beauty in Nature post will go up on Monday, March 10th.
The Breastfeeding and Birth Story Carnivals (mentioned in yesterday’s post) are on. FYI: Bottle Feeders are MORE than welcome to link in with posts about their own decisions for feeding (we did both!). We’re NOT here to judge. We’re here to share and celebrate nurturing and the experiences that resulted, period. Similarly, I’d LOVE to hear Adoption Stories as part of the Birth Story Carnival. I’ll let you know the dates soon. I’ll be sure to give you advanced notice. So Stay Tuned! There’s more to come.
Here’s what we’re doing today:
The Question Game.
I saw Beck do this awhile back, and thought it was cute – thought I might try it eventually. Then I noticed that other people (like Sandy and Secret Agent Mama) were doing it. They seemed to have fun, and I enjoyed reading their answers. And I figure, it’s a good thing to do, at a time when I’m tired and sick… I’ll put YOU to work for a bit!
So, do you have questions for me? Ask away. What do you want to hear about? I’ll let this post simmer and collect whatever questions you may have, and then later, I’ll answer them all.
Besides, what else do you have to do with your time on a Tuesday? Procreate?
Now get to typin’ yer questions! 
“Approximately a Shitload” of Memes
Thanks to Sarah for introducing me to the phrase, “approximately a shitload.” It comes in handy on a regular basis, man.
So, I have this problem with Memes. The problem? I’m a lazy a**hole and I keep putting them off until they bury me under what seems like a Meme Mountain… and that just makes me pretend they’re not there even more. Recently, Jess shared with me the time she almost OD’d on Memes, and I can totally relate, what with having a nice collection of them saved as drafts right now myself.
Well, today’s the day to clean out the Meme Drawer, folks.
(If you’re saying to yourself, “What the hell is a meme?” don’t worry. You’re normal, and I salute you. In fact, I kind of envy you.)
Oh, and if I tag you for a meme you’ve already done, please forgive me for overlooking it, and make sure you just mail me a bag of dog poo to get back at me. I find that always works for me when someone is a jerk.
Looking Back Five Times Meme
Tagged by: Andie and Lightening
*** INSTRUCTIONS: ***
1. Post 5 links to 5 of your previously written posts. The posts have to relate to the 5 key words given below.
2. Tag 5 other friends to do this meme. Try to tag at least 2 new acquaintances (if not, your current blog buddies will do) so that you get to know them each a little bit better.
3. Don’t forget to read the archived posts and leave comments.
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Link 1 FAMILY: Dads Rule and 14 Months
Link 2 FRIEND: I suck. I don’t write about friends. Go see this good one: Sarah Porter
Link 3 YOURSELF: I’m a stupid dork. and Meme-ity Meme Meme Meme
Link 4 YOUR LOVE: The Best Gig and The Boys Are Back In Town
Link 5 ANYTHING YOU LIKE : Scatastrophe and It’s Hereditary
Yes, I broke the rules. That is more than 5 links. I am just such a rebel.
I’m tagging: Sarah, Dawn, and Veronica.
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Chain Letter Meme
Tagged by: Rhonda
1. How long have you been blogging?
I did half-assed blogging for a long time on Myspace, starting back in 2005. In July of 2007, I started blogging more seriously (still on Myspace). Pretty quickly, I got SICK TO DEATH of Myspace and started thinking about moving somewhere else. I watched Veronica move from Myspace to Blogger and decided I’d follow her lead. I started my “Blogspot” site in mid-September 07, and by early December I was fed-up with Blogger, and moved to WordPress.
I am SO much happier self hosting. It’s like moving out of a crappy, little dorm into a mansion, yo.
Come sit in my hot tub with me.
2. What inspired you to start a blog and who are your mentors?
As far as life is involved, the existence of my son, Braden, is my greatest inspiration and best topic. I used to post updates on his development in utero which alerted everyone to interesting things like what fruit Braden was currently most likely to resemble.
As far as other writers, I was almost instantly inspired by Dooce. You know, I had no idea that there were so many people with such STRONG opinions about Heather Armstrong. I just know this: One day I was searching on tips for traveling with an infant. I ran across Dooce.com. I LAUGHED MY ASS OFF. I clicked to something else. I LAUGHED MY ASS OFF. I clicked to something else. I LAUGHED MY ASS OFF. Get the pattern? I also went, “Oh, I didn’t know that!” and “Wow, that is insane.” and “Hm, really? Totally interesting” and “Holy shiznite! That’s cool, I want one of those!” and “Awwwwww.” All of those things = I love Dooce. I laugh, learn, and relate. It’s worth my time, and it made me want to write again.
And you guys. You all inspire me, all the time. Seriously.
3. Are you trying to make money online, or just doing it for fun?
Both. Just like when I work the corner.
4. What 3 things do you love about being online?
Online Midget Dating Services.
5. What 3 things do you struggle with online?
Online Midget Dating Services.
I’m tagging: Bill, Kim, Sandy, and Marylin
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Guest Relations Informational Request Meme
Tagged by: Ann Michele
First, name the top 5 reasons that if you ran into someone from high school they would totally recognize you.
I’m still:
Short, Curvy, Obnoxious, Stupid-Acting, and Dorky.
Second, name the top 5 reasons if you ran into someone from high school they would totally NOT recognize you.
They would totally recognize me. They would just pretend they didn’t… they’d be concocting the top five ways to avoid me. Because I’m obnoxious and dorky.
Third, name the top 5 reasons why you would NOT want them to recognize you.
They’ve already had to suffer enough by having to go to school with me for years. Let them live their lives in peace now.
Fourth, name the top 5 people you would not mind randomly running into from high school someday, and of course why.
Greer – because I suck balls at keeping in touch with people and I need to tell her I’m sorry. And hug her and her babies a lot.
Neil – because randomly is the only appropriate way to run into your ex, duh.
Mr. Tyer – Just so I can LAUGH. That man was insane.
The goats that lived by our high school. I miss them.
Your Mom – cuz all the high school kids know yer mom, dude.
And lastly, your favorite memory of that person.
Greer – standing on tables and singing about cooperation.
Neil – Golf cart. I really can’t say much more.
Mr. Tyer – coming back from the principal’s office and informing him in front of the class that HE needed to go talk to the principal.
The goats – the times they broke out of their confinement and ran amuck.
Your Mom – there were so many times with your mom, it’s hard to pick just one….
I’m tagging: Tiffany, Julie, and Mishi
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Name Game Meme
Tagged by: Sandy
Using the first letter of your name, answer these questions. They have to be real answers, nothing made up, and you can’t use your own name as an answer.
1. Famous singer: Louie Armstrong.
2. Four letter word: Lame.
3. Street: Loserville Ave.
4. Color: Lilac.
5. Gifts/presents: Lovin’.
6. Vehicle: Why can’t I use my name as an answer? There’s a car by that name.
7. Things in a souvenir shop: Lemon-scented G-strings?
8. Boy name: Lucifer.
9. Girl name: Lucy.
10. Movie title: Liar.
11. Drink: Lemonade.
12. Occupation: Lightbulb Quality Control Engineer.
13. Celebrity: Liberaci.
14. Magazine: Life.
15. U.S. city: Los Angeles.
16. Pro sports: Lacrosse? Is that pro? *sigh* Lasketball?
17. Fruit: Lapple.
18. Reason for being late for work: Lovin’.
19. Something you throw away: Loaded Diapers.
20. Something you shout: Look where you’re driving, you assbag! – What?
I’m tagging: Tasina, Junebug, and Amanda
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Questions About Your Week Meme
Tagged by: Angie
1. What did you accomplish?
I was worried that I’d go through all of 2007 without throwing up once. I managed to fix that problem by giving myself food poisening Wednesday night, and spent Thursday enjoying the best day in recent memory.
I also finally had blood drawn to check up on my thyroid problem. Still awaiting results.
2. Did anything not go as expected?
Yes, John saw the picture of my crotch bow on the computer as I was editing my post, before I was able to wear it for him. I got all pissy about it, and did not actually wear it. See, I’m a b*tch.
3. What was the highlight of your week?
Watching Braden enjoy Christmas was definitely the highlight.
Oh, and the cockroach that ran out from under his stocking in the afternoon and crawled right onto his foot. That was AWESOME.
4. Did anything exciting happen you did not expect?
I have finally begun to admit and really talk about the severe mood problems I experience. Maybe I can actually start being happy again soon. And I won’t even have to kill anyone with my bare hands!
I’m tagging: 2shews, Siobhan, and Don Mills Diva
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Your Month Meme
Tagged by: Christine
1. Mention the person who tagged you and create a link back to them.
2. Copy-paste the traits for all the twelve months (see below).
3. Pick your month of birth (see below).
4. Highlight the traits that apply to you.
5. Tag 12 people and let them know by visiting their blogs and leaving a comment for them.
6. Let the person who tagged you know when you’ve done it!
My birthday is October 27, 1976. Mark your calendars and start ordering gifts for next year now.
OCTOBER:
Loves to chat. If you see me, run.
Loves those who loves them. No. I love those who PAY me.
Loves to take things at the center.(WTF?)
Inner and physical beauty. My lungs and spleen are GORGEOUS – this is both inner AND physical.
Lies but doesn’t pretend. I don’t lie or pretend. That stuff is complicated, and I’m just too lazy, really.
Gets angry often. “Please don’t make me angry… You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.”
Treats friends importantly. No. Only if they PAY me.
Always making friends. No. People are so damn cheap.
Easily hurt but recovers easily. Due to being a hag, but one with a poor memory.
Daydreamer. What were we talking about?
Opinionated. Whatever I believe in today is right. Tomorrow, if it changes, that will be right, too.
Does not care of what others think. (Except you, of course. I care what YOU think.)
Emotional. *too busy crying to think of something to write here*
Decisive. Well, only if you mean decisive about constantly changing my mind.
Strong clairvoyance. I see the future. But only on Tuesdays after having bologna with a guy named Ted, on a red boat. See, not strong, just mild.
Loves to travel, the arts and literature. I can’t highlight this, because it’s way, way too broad.
Touchy and easily jealous. I can’t even make a joke about this. It’s just true.
Concerned. Ahhh, I’m a ball of mush when it comes down to it.
Loves outdoors. I loves me some Nature.
Just and fair. Yes. I am always fair in giving myself the winning outcome and upper hand.
Spendthrift. No. I suck at money stuff.
Easily influenced. *nods* I totally agree with you. In fact, will you move in with me?
Easily loses confidence. It’s true. I suck. I am the worst, lamest, loseriest losing loser. Wait, is this a trick?
Loves children. My heart and uterus have been given the greatest gift. I finally have a child.
I’m tagging: Melisa, ‘cuz I’m the mommy, that’s why!, Lisa Milton, A Jill of All Trades, Smiler, Janet, Kara, Jenty, Jamie, Jill, Maggie, and MP
All Months:
JANUARY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Ambitious and serious. Loves to teach and be taught. Always looking at people’s flaws and weaknesses. Likes to criticize. Hardworking and productive. Smart, neat and organized. Sensitive and has deep thoughts. Knows how to make others happy. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Rather reserved. Highly attentive. Resistant to illnesses but prone to colds. Romantic but has difficulties expressing love. Loves children. Loyal. Has great social abilities yet easily jealous. Very stubborn and money cautious.
FEBRUARY: Abstract thoughts. Loves reality and abstract. Intelligent and clever. Changing personality. Attractive. Sexy. Temperamental. Quiet, shy and humble. Honest and loyal. Determined to reach goals. Loves freedom. Rebellious when restricted. Loves aggressiveness. Too sensitive and easily hurt. Gets angry really easily but does not show it. Dislikes unnecessary things. Loves making friends but rarely shows it. Daring and stubborn. Ambitious. Realizes dreams and hopes. Sharp. Loves entertainment and leisure. Romantic on the inside not outside. Superstitious and ludicrous. Spendthrift. Tries to learn to show emotions.
MARCH: Attractive personality. Sexy. Affectionate. Shy and reserved. Secretive. Naturally honest, generous and sympathetic. Loves peace and serenity. Sensitive to others. Loves to serve others. Easily angered. Trustworthy. Appreciative and returns kindness. Observant and assesses others. Revengeful. Loves to dream and fantasize. Loves traveling. Loves attention. Hasty decisions in choosing partners. Loves home decors. Musically talented. Loves special things. Moody.
APRIL: Active and dynamic. Decisive and hasty but tends to regret. Attractive and affectionate to oneself. Strong mentality. Loves attention. Diplomatic. Consoling, friendly and solves people’s problems. Brave and fearless. Adventurous. Loving and caring. Suave and generous. Emotional. Aggressive. Hasty. Good memory. Moving. Motivates oneself and others. Sickness usually of the head and chest. Sexy in a way that only their lover can see.
MAY: Stubborn and hard-hearted. Strong-willed and highly motivated. Sharp thoughts. Easily angered. Attracts others and loves attention. Deep feelings. Beautiful physically and mentally. Firm Standpoint. Needs no motivation. Easily consoled. Systematic (left brain). Loves to dream. Strong clairvoyance. Understanding. Sickness usually in the ear and neck. Good imagination. Good physical. Weak breathing. Loves literature and the arts. Loves traveling. Dislike being at home. Restless. Not having many children. Hardworking. High spirited. Spendthrift.
JUNE: Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.
JULY: Fun to be with. Secretive. Difficult to fathom and to be understood. Quiet unless excited or tensed. Takes pride in oneself. Has reputation. Easily consoled. Honest. Concerned about people’s feelings. Tactful. Friendly. Approachable. Emotional temperamental and unpredictable. Moody and easily hurt. Witty and sparkly. Not revengeful. Forgiving but never forgets. Dislikes nonsensical and unnecessary things. Guides others physically and mentally. Sensitive and forms impressions carefully. Caring and loving. Treats others equally. Strong sense of sympathy. Wary and sharp. Judges people through observations. Hardworking. No difficulties in studying. Loves to be alone. Always broods about the past and the old friends. Likes to be quiet. Homely person. Waits for friends. Never looks for friends. Not aggressive unless provoked. Prone to having stomach and dieting problems. Loves to be loved. Easily hurt but takes long to recover.
AUGUST: Loves to joke. Attractive. Suave and caring. Brave and fearless. Firm and has leadership qualities. Knows how to console others. Too generous and egoistic. Takes high pride in oneself. Thirsty for praises. Extraordinary spirit. Easily angered. Angry when provoked. Easily jealous. Observant. Careful and cautious. Thinks quickly. Independent thoughts. Loves to lead and to be led. Loves to dream. Talented in the arts, music and defense. Sensitive but not petty. Poor resistance against illnesses. Learns to relax. Hasty and trusty. Romantic. Loving and caring. Loves to make friends.
SEPTEMBER: Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to point out people’s mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn. Quiet but able to talk well. Calm and cool. Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed. Loyal but not always honest. Does work well. Very confident. Sensitive. Good memory. Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves leisure and traveling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings. Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.
OCTOBER: Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them. Loves to take things at the center. Inner and physical beauty. Lies but doesn’t pretend. Gets angry often. Treats friends importantly. Always making friends. Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer. Opinionated. Does not care of what others think. Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance. Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous. Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift. Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.
NOVEMBER: Has a lot of ideas. Difficult to fathom. Thinks forward. Unique and brilliant. Extraordinary ideas. Sharp thinking. Fine and strong clairvoyance. Can become good doctors. Dynamic in personality. Secretive. Inquisitive. Knows how to dig secrets. Always thinking. Less talkative but amiable. Brave and generous. Patient. Stubborn and hard-hearted. If there is a will, there is a way. Determined. Never give up. Hardly becomes angry unless provoked. Loves to be alone. Thinks differently from others. Sharp-minded. Motivates oneself. Does not appreciate praises. High-spirited. Well-built and tough. Deep love and emotions. Romantic. Uncertain in relationships. Homely. Hardworking. High abilities. Trustworthy. Honest and keeps secrets. Not able to control emotions. Unpredictable.
DECEMBER: Loyal and generous. Sexy. Patriotic. Active in games and interactions. Impatient and hasty. Ambitious. Influential in organizations. Fun to be with. Loves to socialize. Loves praises. Loves attention. Loves to be loved. Honest and trustworthy. Not pretending. Short tempered. Changing personality. Not egotistic. Take high pride in oneself. Hates restrictions. Loves to joke. Good sense of humor. Logical.
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Hoopla MEME
Rules:
1. List 12 random things about yourself that have to do with Christmas
2. Please refer to it as a ‘hoopla’ and not the dreaded ‘m’-word.
3. You have to specifically tag people when you’re done. None of this “if you’re reading this, consider yourself tagged” stuff is allowed…then nobody ends up actually doing it. The number of people who you tag is really up to you — but the more, the merrier to get this ‘hoopla’ circulating through the Blog-o-sphere.
4. Please try and do it as quickly as possible. The Christmas season will be over before we know it.
First of all? This is nuts. Okay, here goes:
1. Every year, my mom made a special bread and these awesome cookies. This year I made the bread and the cookies for the first time. We’re planning on making it a tradition.
2. I haven’t been excited about Christmas in many years – until this year. I think having a little kid brings back all the magic.
3. Last year on Christmas Braden had just switched from breastmilk to Nutramigen and stopped crying ALL THE TIME.
4. My parents put a piece of coal in our stockings every single year. I keep expecting my dad to mail me one now.
5. Christmas is one of the times when I really wish my sister didn’t live so far away, and even NC seems too far from TN for my parents to live.
6. I would really like to have a white Christmas, but it has been so many years since I’ve seen one.
7. 12 things? REALLY?
8. This year is the first time I’ve ever put a bow on my crotch for any reason.
9. Christmas lights make my soul VERY HAPPY. I ADORE them.
10. I get really excited about having a Christmas tree every year. I love the way it looks and smells. I can’t get into fake trees. I can find absolutely no joy in them.
11. Giving presents is more fun than getting them. 12. <Look. That’s a number “12.”
13. And now I qualify for Thursday Thirteen. HAHA! “Sneaky, sneaky, sir.”
I’m tagging: Me. Oh, look! I already did it! Well, that takes care of that!
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Okay. That’s all my memes. If you actually read all that, you are my new best friend. Or you’re f’ing insane. How about both?
Man, I’m beat. Off to get a foot rub and try not to die from the excitement of an impending play date over at Casa Fussy tomorrow morning. EEEeeeEEEEEEeeeeEEEEEeeeee!!!!! 
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