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ONE OF THOSE DAYS (I want my life back)

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I had a low grade fever most of the day, and though I wanted to be home in bed, since I have dismally few sick days I pushed myself to go work. I had wanted to go out tonight and be with friends, but the fever didn’t leave.

I cried all the way home. I am more than frustrated with the state of me right now. I am a breast cancer survivor, 1.5 years now, and though I got to live I didn’t get my life back.

Don’t read that as I have nothing to live for, I do. I just never thought that this far down the road I’d still be trying to get my legs steady and back under me. I’ve spent all month wishing the color pink didn’t exist as it is a bright pastel reminder that though I’m a survivor, I’m still trying to find my way back to myself.

It’s incredibly difficult to express how I feel, and even more difficult when I can’t even figure out what to say. People who have not had breast cancer or an illness that totally changes their lives have no idea what I’m going through. For them, I no longer have breast cancer. Everything is great, right?

WRONG.

I don’t feel sorry for myself. In fact, I swim in a pretty steady stream of optimism most of the time. As I wait for weight loss surgery that will hopefully turn some health issues around for me, impatience is an unwelcome nag – a constant reminder that I’m not where I want to be.

I’m actually ill more than I let on. I catch everything these days. Compound that with my daily dose of allergy havoc, and my body feels lousy most of the time. I am saddled with a profound tiredness every day. My brain, when not having Tamoxifen/Lexapro delays and lost moments, is actually pretty active and eager to move life along.

I know many people whose bodies do not keep up with their brains, wishes, and hopes. I am now one of them. Throw aging on top of that mess and I feel ancient in my bones. I’m not ready to relinquish my spirit to that notion.

Doctors and friends promise me that after surgery, the energy will return as the weight falls off. I will sleep better. I won’t have to worry about my heart’s current issues. My plantars fascia won’t have as many issues carrying weight around. My knees will stop hurting. I won’t be sick all the time. I might get to stop taking a pill or two.

I want to believe all that. I really do. On days such as this, however, I just can’t, especially when I feel truly alone right at this moment. I know that will pass, but I can’t tell you how much I miss presence, something I had a satisfying portion of before cancer. Now, I know I don’t have enough. Thank God for the friends who meet me more than halfway when I need it and especially for the ones who come 90% of the way when 10% is all I have to give.

I’m so thankful for the few faithful that are ever-present, the ones whom I’m never out of mind when I’m out of sight and the ones who are never out of sight when I feel out of my mind. I love you all and I’m grateful you are on this journey with me.

Now for more meds and begging God for a good night’s sleep.

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THE DECEPTION OF TIME

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Time doesn’t heal all wounds
but time does go on.
Time magnifies and distills
and exaggerates and 
impairs and slaps me back
to the cruel reality 
where you aren’t here anymore.
I don’t like it.
I know I don’t have to…
but time does go on.
Time does many things,
but time is not a healer.
Healing
is the deception of time.
In memory of Scott Ziegler 1965-2001
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HITCHHIKER BIRTHDAY AND THE BATTLE OF SUCKUARY

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Though I’ve been battling a bad sinus infection this week, I have to admit, my birthday week has been good.  I’ve been to dinners, been treated to cupcakes and cake and a Cafe’ Express’ veggie burger and sweet potato fries. I’ve received wonderful cards and well wishes, some deliciously aromatic coffee and a Colts mug that lights up (people know me so well).

I also have to admit that Suckuary hasn’t been so bad this year.  It’s not necessarily that time heals all wounds, but I’m sure the distance lessens the pain some measure, but I think this year Suckuary has lost some suckiness because I battled it before it started.

First I did a detox before Christmas.  For you non-believers, ridding your body of toxins makes me feel markedly better, so much so that I will probably detox four times this year.  I recommend the whole body cleanse.  It’s natural and you will hardly notice any changes to your routine.

Second I tweaked my herbal cocktail.* It’s nothing special, but vitamins and herbs can do quite a bit to improve mood for those who struggle with keeping emotions steady in times of stress with very little, if any, side effects.  Again, non-believers can say what they want, but man-made meds’ effectiveness only lasts so long for me, if they work at all.  Plus, I am the the poster child for side effects and .03% exceptions to the rule.  I can’t say I’ve tried everything, but I’ve tried enough to know that natural supplements are the way to go if at all possible.  *As always, it’s always good to consult your doctor before tweaking anything that would be bad to tweak without consulting your doctor about said tweaking.

Those two things in combination with some time off between Christmas and New Year’s and an attitude adjustment has really helped Suckuary not suck so much.  Friday will be especially difficult and I can’t pretend it won’t be, but it is my hope that it will suck much less.  Then I’m in the home stretch.

Today was my Hitchhiker Birthday.  42 is the meaning of life, the universe, and everything, according to the book Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams.  (I highly recommend the movie if you can’t bear the thought of reading a book). This notion popped into my head one night and was part of my attitude adjustment. I decided to embrace the number 42 this year and make it my best year yet, Suckuary be damned. I have a pretty good start to the year so far, a good springboard, and I need to keep my momentum moving forward.

Now all I need to do is remember not to panic and to always carry a towel.

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BREAST CANCER AWARENESS MONTH

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October is, besides being National Sarcasm Month, (like I need to tell you how well I celebrate that), is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month.  I don’t know of anyone who doesn’t know someone who has triumphed over or succumbed to breast cancer.  Breast cancer has mercilessly ravaged my family, taking lives, and derailing some for a time, and every year I anxiously await my mammogram results until I get the “all clear” sign for another twelve months.  The question is always in the back of my mind as I slowly open that envelope, “is it my turn this time?”

I have had one biopsy already – when I was in my mid 30’s.  I ran out of blanks in the “who in your family has had breast cancer,” section on the info sheet at the imaging center and handed it to the nurse and asked her where I should write the other names (and this was before my cousin had been diagnosed).  She had tears in her eyes.  It was also my deceased brother’s birthday, so I had a lot on my mind and my knees nearly buckled with the weight of all that emotion.

When I got the news back that the lump they found was a benign fibro adenoma (read about my mammogram and biopsy adventures) I was so relieved.  The doctors have been so careful ever since and I have been faithful to get that mammogram every year.  I found, though that experience, that I’d rather know than not know.  You can’t fight what you aren’t aware of.  In this case, ignorance is not bliss, it’s death.

The memories of my mother with no hair linger, of her wigs and how she used to lift them up to let cool air in against her skin.  My mother complained often about many things, but she never complained about that.  It just was what it was.  The second time around, she just shaved her head and let everyone see.  It was what it was.  It was part of the process, part of the uniform of, “I’m fighting for my life.”  She’s been gone for almost 8 years now, but when January rolls around each year, I remember, most painfully, what cancer has done to my family.

I have cousins and aunts who have lived quite long lives after fighting breast cancer.  I think it’s that Scot-Irish steely resolve that, coupled with the fact the women in my family are just naturally strong, brings out the “oh, yeah, bring it,” attitude that balances with, “it is what it is.”  If cancer wasn’t such a horrid disease, I’d almost feel sorry for it when it chooses a woman in my family to fight with.  I’m hoping by the time we younger ones come to that time of life (who am I kidding, I am in that time of life), when cancer tries to rear its ugly head, that it looks up and says, “oh, it’s one of those Mills women.  Forget it! Run for your life!”

I encourage you to visit The Susan G. Komen foundation and make a donation, or purchase products that show your support in the fight against breast cancer. As much as I dislike pink, this is the month I will wear it and make that statement that I remember, I honor, and I fight.

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NEVER FORGETTING…9/11

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I watched a little coverage today of the memorial services and recaps of the attack on the World Trade Center.   Watching the footage and seeing how certain people had aged, I was reminded that terrorist attack happened nine years ago.  As this particular day actually passes the images seem like it happened yesterday, but most of the time it feels as if it happened a lifetime ago.

2001 was a very difficult year for me personally.  I’d spent 2000 without a full time job and I carried the weight of my brother’s illness on my heart.  I hadn’t recovered financially or emotionally then, 2001 began with my brother’s passing in January.  Tropical Storm Allison flooded our city in June, and then, as I was beginning to settle into my third part-time job, 9/11 happened.

That day is still one of those occasions where trying to put words to how I felt that day usually fails, which is why this will probably be the longest entry on the subject I’ve written since I started blogging seven years ago (and there was that one September 11th that were preoccupied with Hurricane Ike).

I woke up at 9 a.m. that fateful day and called a co-worker to tell him I wouldn’t be coming in because I had a fever of over 100 and needed to rest. He asked me if I’d turned on the tv yet.  I told him I hadn’t and he told me to stay home and that the building was empty because the other handful of pastors and associates were all out of town (Maine, Arizona, Nashville) and didn’t know how they would be getting back and he had to go to the hospital to be with one of our families who’s baby had decided to make her entrance into the world.  I let all that information sink in, then I turned on the television.

After a few hours of watching people jump off the burning World Trade Center and watching replay after replay of the towers crumbling to the ground in dust, I had to turn the tv off.  Over half of the hundreds of channels I had were covering the devastation.  I was feverish, fatigued, and a little scared because my apartment was close to the tallest building in town, and it had been evacuated that morning.  We just didn’t know what was going to happen that day or the days that followed.  I didn’t want to go outside, but eventually, I had to leave the house.

Walking around the city the next few days was surreal. The skies were so still and quiet. I had never realized how much noise airplanes generate in my daily life until all flights in the United States were grounded. 

My friends eventually got back to the city, two in the last rental car in the city they were in, the others also rented cars and one started his trip back from Maine – a long drive with a small child in the car – on his birthday, which he now celebrates every year in the shadow of the sorrow of this day.  I learned of stories of those, who for some reason didn’t get on planes that day because they overslept, or were sick, and one cancelled her trip because she listened to that still, small voice inside that said, “cancel your trip. Don’t get on that plane,” and she didn’t have any peace until she cancelled that flight. 

I think we all felt the weight of the towers on our chests for weeks.  Eventually, though, America picked up and moved on, ever determined that hatred would not kill the human spirit, especially the American spirit.  Still, every year, when that day in September rolls around, we all pause and remember that day our lives changed forever, the day most of us woke up and realized we were not safe from attack, not even on our own soil.

I pray that someday, after the new memorial is finished and the new towers stretch into the sky, that the pain for Americans will ease a little, especially for those who lost someone they loved in those attacks.  I pray the pain eases, not enough to forget, but enough to be able to walk side by side with our Muslim brothers and sisters and not associate them with the handful of extremists that flew into our safety zone and hit us while our guard was down. 

I wonder, if we ask some of our Muslim friends or others from volatile areas of the world who have immigrated here why they came to America, I wonder how many will answer that it was to escape countries where they had no freedoms, and where violence in the streets and explosions are commonplace.  While what happened this day in New York was horrible and unimaginable, it is a rare, rare event for most of us, and there are places in the world where this violence happens every day.  Let’s not forget that either.

As the beacons shine into the light sky from the footprints where the Twin Towers once stood, I’m grateful that I live in a country where violence of this magnitude is something that usually happens elsewhere.  I wish it didn’t happen at all, anywhere, yet it does.  So, on September 11, I will remember those who perished at the hands of blind hatred, and never forget how blessed I am to live in America.

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THEY WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME: PART 2

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My Green Onion is getting married. For him, this means that Schmitty actually said yes and they’ve successfully negotiated the terms of the college football season. For me, this means that less than six months from now, I will be in another wedding. Either I’ve not learned the lesson from just a few months ago that was going through via the other two Onion’s weddings, or the universe decided I looked so good in the Victorian Lilac that He decided I needed to try again in Pool or Pastel Blue or whatever the color choice actually becomes (But I look great in that color family, too).

The fact of the matter is, since I wrote about this subject in January, this journey has taken me places I never thought I’d go or admit to think about visiting. For example, I cleaned out my closet and rid myself of an unbelievable amount of shapeless t-shirts because I have come to terms with my curves. I wear heels now (to work at least) more than any other type shoe and I will go without food to have a pedicure at least once a month. My closet could compare with my Shoe Diva’s in her early phases of excessive foot covering addiction. I also gave myself a facial this afternoon and refreshed my pedicure. This is still me in 2010.

When my Sweet Onion and his bride said, “I do,” the feminine spell didn’t break. It has woven itself deeper into me than I thought possible. Even though I still wear the tshirt and the flip flops, I do like my bootcut jeans and heels almost to excess.

So we will see what happens over the next few months. I will try to do better about posting. I have many irons in the fire right now. I’m trying to start a photography business, reignite my creative writing, and somehow have enough down time to have enough energy for all this creative output.

Thank you for hanging in there with me. It’s going to be an interesting ride! (and I say that like it isn’t always like that…hmm…)

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THEY WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME (PURSES, HATS, AND VICTORIAN LILAC)

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These days, I find myself knee-deep in satin and girl time. I can say, “mani-pedi” and not giggle and have even expressed the desire to get one. I actually went to a store last week with the sole purpose of buying a leather purse, and did indeed purchase one. I went a shade darker with my hair and had my eyebrows waxed. I have recently purchased two hats that do not have any logos on them and they are not baseball caps.

This is me in 2010.

I am nowhere near becoming a fashionista or a pink and lace girly girl, and, yes, this journey began a long time ago. I did, however, become keenly aware of the transformation last June when I stood in DSW taking pictures of shoes with my phone. I sent them to my Shoe Diva, Sharon, in California to ask which shoes I should buy.

Mind you, Sharon is in law school and was aiding me during the fashion emergency by texting me while in class. This Shoe Diva knows her priorities.

The questions came rapid fire.

“Dress or pants?” she asked (while adding her complete delight and glee that I was asking her about shoes).

“Could be either. I haven‘t decided yet.”

“Dancing?”

“Yes.”

“The strappy ones on the left.”

Done. Back to law.

I scooped up the shoebox and put it under my arm before I changed my mind about buying shoes all together.

A male salesman, who had walked past me several times during the whole exchange, walked up to me and laughed. “Shoe emergency?”

“Wedding.”

“Dress or pants?”

It then occurred to me that not only was I generally lacking in fashion execution, I was horribly ignorant of the lingo and had no idea that pretty shoes could do more than serve an aesthetic purpose. Shoes could be pretty and practical and a) worn with just a dress, b) worn with just pants, or c) worn with either pants or dress and could d) be worn to dance in and still be pretty.

Being feminine is hard work and I feel as if I need a student visa to study in this foreign country, but I digress.

This summer, beginning June 5th, I will attend or be a big part of three weddings that will all happen in a six week span. Two years ago, I would have faked a family death to remove myself from such discomfort. My comfort zone does not include tulle, tossed bouquets or fancy dresses and definitely not pantyhose. If I wear pantyhose for you, that is LOVE. Remember that.

Something very strange has happened to me in the last year. After a couple of really nice weddings where I knew the bride and groom well, weddings moved out of a vestibule of hell and became a not so dreaded part of life. Then, after a wedding where the bride and groom were about ready to jump out of their skins they were so excited to begin their lives together as man and wife, I walked out saying, “I can see myself having a wedding someday.”

If my mother weren’t already dead, upon hearing those words, she would be now. Anyone who has known me longer than two or three years is probably in shock. Michelle and Hallie just high-fived each other. The Green Onion just landed the mother load of buttons to push.

Two of my Bro Onions are getting married this summer. They are both marrying beautiful women I love and adore and I am excited for them. I am in the house party in one wedding, and I have agreed to wear Victorian lilac for Hallie and probably pantyhose, too, in the other.

God only knows what else will happen to me between now and then.

The other day this thought occurred to me: I keep saying, “that/they/it will be the death of me,” but if I’m honest with myself, I think that part of me needs to die.

Believe me, that phrase applies to many other areas of my life, but honestly, the moment that thought was birthed in my brain, I was pondering purses, hats and Victorian lilac.

I’ve held onto, quite stubbornly, my devotion to not being a girly girl since I was about eight years old. This journey to even the slightest attention to femininity has been a long one, and yes, I do realize there is so much more about femininity than pink lace, ruffles, purses and the right makeup.

For me, this means I have to let go of what scares me about being feminine (that’s a long story) and just let this lesson unfold as it will. I am up to my neck in all this girl stuff that‘s not just about girl stuff. I decided, after agreeing to wear Victorian lilac, that it is no mistake I have three weddings in six weeks and that my involvement gets deeper as the summer progresses. God is taking me on a journey and instead of fighting it, I just need to lift my feet and let the current take me wherever God wants me to end up.

I was born a girl. I’m still not sure what it means to be one. Not completely. I’ve had to be the “man” in my life for a long, long time. I don’t mean to sound stereotypical, but I’ve studied the male/female roles for a long time and I’ve had to be both.

I take care of myself. When it all boils down the nuts and bolts, it’s just me that has to deal with everything that adulthood brings my way. I fix the holes in my wall. I take out my own trash. When I had a lawn, I was the one that mowed it. I’ve changed my own flat tires, and I know more about cars than most women. When push comes to shove, I am my own shield from harm. When the bills get paid, it’s the money I’ve earned to provide for myself that pays them. I am solely responsible for the outcome of my life.

My point is, I have had to wear many hats in this life as a single woman that I wouldn’t have to wear if I was married or in a relationship. It’s that simple and that complicated.

Some women like not giving men the privilege of loving them by being male and allowing them to be fully feminine. Personally, I am tired of wearing that hat. It’s Real Man repellent. I watch young women spray on Real Man repellent every day and I’m wondering if I can get its stench out of my clothes before it’s too late.

If I‘m honest, quite frankly I wish I had a real man in my daily life, for many reasons, but for the one I‘m addressing here, to relax into my femininity. I just don’t know how to relax into being fully a woman without having a man in my life to… be the man.

I know I’m not explaining this well, but that’s where I am as 2010 begins. I am wrestling with having to be the strong one and take care of me while exploring what it truly means to be a woman in that circumstance.

Albert Einstein said, “I must be willing to give up what I am in order to become what I will be.” I know this means I have to lay down what scares me about being feminine and embrace all that life has intended for me as a woman. Don’t be surprised, though, if at first it’s with all the grace and awkwardness of an eight year old, because I’m picking up where I left off.

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DISCOVERIES (2009)

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Yeah, yeah, so the fever of list making has finally hit me. 

DISCOVERIES IN MUSIC

Owl City

Lady Antebellum

Jack’s Mannequin

Seabird

Barcelona

Interestingly enough, I owe most of those discoveries to Joe Ben, who is always ahead of me in discovering great music.  Thank goodness he’s the type of guy who shares.

Song that brought me to my knees: “How He Loves” by the David Crowder Band.
And I can’t let this post go by without mentioning Steve, the computerized drum kit made by Bwack, and one of the songs off the David Crowder Band’s Church Music CD called, “God Almighty None Compares.”  You can see Steve in the upper center of this video and you will enjoy some of the best guitarmony I’ve heard in a long, long time!

DISCOVERIES IN BOOKS

The Dune series by Frank Herbert

The Shack by William P Young (led to an incredible moment in my life)

“Leaf by Niggle,” from Tales of the Perilous Realm by JRR Tolkein

Tales of Beedle the Bard, by JK Rowling (these really are great kids’ stories)

DISCOVERIES IN MOVIES

Sam Worthington (Terminator Salvation, Avatar)

JJ Abrams rebooted Star Trek and I LOVE it!

Boondock Saints I & II (thanks, Green Onion)

Video that made me laugh out loud:  David Crowder Band – Twitter Will Kill You

DISCOVERIES IN TV

I really miss Chuck.

24  Just started watching this year, thanks to Joe Ben… and Season 7 is all I’ve seen.

A show I loved, Battlestar Galactica, aired it’s last episode (though spinoffs abound) this spring.

Another show I loved that was well acted and written, Kings, did not make it to season 2.

DISCOVERIES ABOUT HOUSTON

It really can snow in Houston and it can snow two years in a row.

You can be completely covered (with just your face showing) in near freezing temperatures, and mosquitos will still attack you.

DISCOVERIES ABOUT MYSELF

I do like wearing hats that do not have team logos/company brands on the front. 

I love taking pictures and I hope to continue to learn and to take my photography to the next level.

I enjoy being female (hence another hat and purse purchase earlier today. I still blame Mish).

Heartbreak is a painful experience, but it isn’t fatal or final… and I’d rather hurt than feel nothing at all.

Hope is still a tattoo-worthy word.

Courage is a lot scarier than one might think but worth every drop (weather that be blood, sweat or tears) it requires of me.

Going with the flow is a lot less exhausting than fighting change.

I am stronger than I think I am.

I have a long way to go, but I am slowly but surely moving forward.

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YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH!

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OR… something like that. Here goes:

1.What was the last thing you ate?
mac and cheese with spinach…and while I’ve been typing this, yogurt covered raisins.

2.Where was your profile picture taken?
My grandparent’s house (for blog)
My bathroom (for Facebook). Like my cool shower curtain?

3.Can you play Guitar Hero?
I have not tried. I have issues with hand-eye coordination and the thought of a machine keeping track of all my mistakes and booing and scoring…would frustrate me and that’s not the point of games.

4.Name someone who made you laugh today?
My whole department cracks me up. The Roach Incident provided a very laughter-filled morning. Score: Sassy 1, Roach… 3 or 4 pieces. It’s his fault he came across my desk and flipped me off. It was so ON after that.

5.How late did you stay up last night and why?
about 12:30 AM… When I have a lot on my mind, I have trouble sleeping.

6.If you could move somewhere else, would you?
Yes. I’d love to live in a foreign country. I’d prefer England, but I have a long list of places I’d love to live.

7. Ever been kissed under fireworks?
not yet

8. Which of your friends lives closest to you?
Michelle and Garrett

9. Do you believe ex’s can be friends?
Yes, if they are both adults about it.

10. How do you feel about Dr Pepper?
I love it when I can drink it.

11. When was the last time you cried really hard?
Friday night.

12. Who took your profile picture?
Me (for Facebook)
My mother (for blog).

13. Who was the last person you took a picture of?
A bunch of Ultimate Frisbee freaks on Sunday.

14. Was yesterday better than today?
No… thank goodness today was better.

15. Can you live a day without TV?
I have and didn’t kill me.

16. Are you upset about anything?
Frustrated and confused, spent, but not upset.

17. Do you think relationships are ever really worth it?
Yes. It took me a long, long time to say that.

18. Are you a bad influence?
(takes break for hearty laughter) … not really.

19. Night out or night in?
depends… I like nights out as long as I get a break every now and then to veg out by myself.

20. What items could you not go without during the day?
music and pen and paper

21. Who was the last person you visited in the hospital?
my friend Dana’s mom

22. What does the last text message in your inbox say?
“Precisely.” from my friend Sharon

23. How do you feel about your life right now?
I’m in a pretty good place, but I could be better.

24. Do you hate anyone?
No. If you only knew how long it took me to get here…

25. If we were to look in your facebook inbox, what would we find?
good friends and family

26. Say you were given a drug test right now, would you pass?
Yes, unless yogurt covered raisins are a drug. Then I’d have to go to YCR rehab because I am ADDICTED.

27. Has anyone ever called you perfect before?
One person…unfortunately I proved him wrong. I know I’m not perfect and what I cherish about my friends is how real we are with each other.

28. What song is stuck in your head?
“How He Loves,” from the new David Crowder CD and “Swim,” by Jack’s Mannequin. Yes, I can get stuck on more than one song at a time.

29. Someone knocks on your window at 2:00 a.m., who do you want it to be?
If I’m honest, I’m busted, so I’ll be honest and mute.

30.Wanna have grandkids before you’re 5O?
I did… but now I’d like to have kids before I’m 50.

31. Name something you have to do tomorrow:
Fall asleep before then.

32. Do you think too much or too little?
I think too much about inconsequential things, and not enough about things that really matter, but I’m working on it.

33. Do you smile a lot?
Yes. Even when I feel like crying… because I’d rather choose smiling than get sucked into crying.

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JUST BECAUSE I’M FEELING RANDOM

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Just because I’m feeling random and I want to give y’all a dose of TMI (too much information).

1. What time did you get up this morning? 7:12 am

2. How do you like your steak? Medium

3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? Transformers

4. What is your favorite TV show? at the moment…Torchwood

5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? somewhere by a beautiful body of water.

6. What did you have for breakfast? a protein bar and some coffee

7. What is your favorite cuisine? TexMex

8. What foods do you dislike? Liver and onions…

9. Favorite Place to Eat? Chuy’s and Guadalajara

10. Favorite dressing? Raspberry vinegrette

11.What kind of vehicle do you drive? 1993 Buick Century (she’s a classic, like me)

12. What are your favorite clothes? jeans… (cotton is love…ha)

13. Where would you visit if you had the chance? Australia, Japan

14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full? Overflowing!

15. Where would you want to retire? by the ocean

16. Favorite time of day? when the stars come out

17. Where were you born? Huntington, IN

18. What is your favorite sport to watch? Football

19. Who do you think will not tag you back? n/a

20. Person you expect to tag you back first? Not a clue

21. Who are you most curious about their responses to this? Everyone

22. Bird watcher? No

23. Are you a morning person or a night person? Night…late, late

24. Do you have any pets? No.

25. Any new and exciting news you’d like to share? I’m going to see Coldplay tomorrow night!

26. What did you want to be when you were little? an astronaut or an astronomer.

27. What is your best childhood memory? When my Grandpa showed me the ocean for the first time.

28. Are you a cat or dog person? dog

29. Are you married? No

30. Always wear your seat belt? Always! In fact, the only time I didn’t, I was in an accident

31. Been in a car accident? Yes…not my fault. I drive an invisible car.

32. Any pet peeves? chain emails that promise if I don’t pass them on, I will have bad luck, or that I don’t love Jesus… or America… or soldiers… or…

33. Favorite Pizza Toppings? Canadian bacon and pineapple

34. Favorite Flower? Gerber daisy

35. Favorite ice cream? caramel dulce de leche (Haagen Daas)

36. Favorite fast food restaurant? Arby’s

37. How many times did you fail your driver’s test? I aced it the first time

38. From whom did you get your last email? Ditto

39. At which store would you choose to max out your credit card? Ikea, Best Buy, Borders or Barnes & Noble

40. Do anything spontaneous lately? Yes.

41. Like your job? Yes. 🙂

42. Broccoli? If prepared correctly…and with cheese.

43. What was your favorite vacation? When I visited California and hung out with my friend Sharon and Meg and my CA family

44. Last person you went out to lunch or dinner with? my office peeps

45. What are you listening to right now? Torchwood in the background

46. What is your favorite color(s)? Cobalt Blue and Lime Green

47. How many tattoos do you have? 1

48. How many are you tagging for this quiz? nada

49. What time did you finish this quiz? 7:03 PM.

50. Coffee Drinker? oh yes!