Thursday Thirteen

Thursday Thirteen – Question and Answers #2

I thought I would take this opportunity to answer some questions from my Monday Morning Meme. Don’t forget to check back Sunday afternoon for fresh questions!

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1. If you mixed up the letters in the name of your blog, what new name would you come up with? (Anagram fun website – http://wordsmith.org/anagram/) Now take your favorite anagram and tell us what sort of blog it might be based on that title.

Actually, there are a few that amused me:

Freak Worriment – OMG, this describes me exactly.

Marine Fretwork – thinking big beefy, hunky Marine dude with issues on this one.

Firmware Trek On – I won’t even tell you what I’m thinking on this one. (Hint: it’s dirty. *ahem*)

Fake Writer Norm – But this one, THIS one is what my blog should be called. Fake writer is definitely the norm around here. Unfortunately.

2. What is it about you that makes everyone want to know you? Wait, you’re not done yet. Now tell us WHY that one particular thing? What makes that element of yourself so special? (Come on, don’t be shy. This is your opportunity to write about something positive about yourself).

My sense of humor. No, it’s my sarcasm. Actually, it’s my sarcastic sense of humor. No seriously, I know that’s hard to believe, but I have a knack for saying off-the-wall, probably-shouldn’t-be-saying-that-in-mixed-company things that make people either burst out laughing or sputter embarrassed chuckles over. (My MIL sputters, a lot. I like to sort of shock her. hehe)

WHY my sense of humor? I think I resort to humor because I simply don’t know what else to say around people a lot of times and because honestly? People amuse me. And it’s so much more fun to be around people who can laugh at themselves, you know?

Actually, I’m a pretty fun person to be around.

What. I’m serious.

3. What is the oldest thing you own? What is the newest?

Oldest thing … let’s see. I have my old high school yearbooks. Those are always fun to bring out and laugh over at parties.

I used to have some old Golden children’s books … I’m not sure if those are still in the attic or not. Kevin has a tendency to “organize” me and I can never find anything after that happens.

I still have my wedding dress. That’s pretty old. Almost 19 years old. It’s hanging up in my closet in a white garment bag. I really need to look into getting that thing professionally stored.

4. Tell us about your childrens’ (all ages!) first day of school, walk us through it. How did you handle it? How did your children handle it? Do you have a picture?

The boys had two years of preschool before they started kindergarten, so both of them were prepared, and excited, about starting.

They also both had the same teacher so by the time MK started, I was a little more prepared.

GD was a little hesitant about being left behind, but MK embraced the experience and practically pushed me out the door. I purposefully cut the departure short because I knew that if I lingered and allowed myself to get too nervous about it, they would have to call security guards to remove me.

I quickly walked back out to my car and promptly burst into tears for both boys. In fact, I’ve been crying on their first days of school for years. I think this past year might have been the first time I DIDN’T cry.

It was a pivotal moment, as I’m sure a lot of parents can relate to. There aren’t many opportunities to actually SEE the fork in the road of life, but the first day of school is definitely one of those moments. It’s a scary, exciting and quite sobering moment.

5. What is your greatest consumer mistake, something that you are shaking your head at now, saying, “Boy, I wish I wouldn’t have bought _____”? So, why did you buy it? What happened to it?

Don Lapre’s “tiny classified ads in the newspapers.” Do you guys remember this infomercial?

I honestly have no idea why I fell for this scam. I think I thought Lapre was hot or something. But his voice … he just hypnotized me. And at the time, I was thinking of quitting my job to stay home full time with the boys and I wanted to try and find something that I could do from home and make money.

I ordered the “kit.” Looked it over and promptly forgot about it. What a total waste of money! Kevin STILL makes fun of my crush on Don Lapre. Later, I read that he had filed bankruptcy, TWICE.

Whee! Look at me! I’m a total sucker!

When I was researching the video for this, I found a funny spoof. You’ll have to watch the above video to really get an appreciation for the spoof.

6. What advice do you have for a new blogger?

Be careful and don’t get sucked in by the pretty widgets. Or the flashy graphics. Keep your blog simple and concentrate on writing good content. (HA! Like I do that, but it sounds good, right? *grin*).

Blog for yourself. Write what and when you want to. Have fun and try not to be intimidated by the “old timers.” We were all newbies at one time.

Be friendly and if you have time, visit other bloggers. Though comments are great and we all love them, don’t comment unless you have something to say. There is nothing more annoying than commenting on someone else’s blog simply to promote your own blog. Don’t do it. Resist the temptation. Trust me on this.

7. How did your car get that little scratch/dent? (Because let’s face it, we ALL have car stories, right?

The first scratch I got was on the back bumper. I have one of those bumpers that aren’t really a bumper but part of the car so when it was scratched, it was pretty noticeable.

MK put that scratch there. He accidentally scraped his saxophone case against it when he was putting it in the back of my car after school one day. I was sitting in the driver’s seat and though I didn’t see it happen, I felt it. It was like someone running their fingernails down a chalkboard.

And I felt sick to my stomach because I hadn’t had the car for very long. But I was sort of relieved, too. It was like I didn’t have to walk on eggshells just waiting for that first scratch anymore.

8. In your opinion, what is the worst-tasting candy? Now, what is the best-tasting candy? How often do you eat candy? Do you keep it around your house? Do you allow your children to eat very much candy?

The worst: Licorice. OH. MY. GOSH. That stuff is freaking NASTY!! The black kind. I can handle the red kind. In fact, I can’t handle taking liquid Nyquil at all because it tastes so much like black licorice. I do the cat trying to hack up a hairball thing whenever I force myself to take it. *shudder*

The best: Wow. This is a tough one because other than licorice, I pretty much love ALL candy. But I really dig Kit Kats. I can (and sometimes do!) eat a whole bag of Kit Kats before I come to my senses. My family often catches me by surprise after consuming hundreds of those delicious stick bars with chocolate all around my mouth. It’s embarrassing, but I don’t care. I swear, I get high eating that stuff. (Hence the reason there are Kit Kats in my header. *Homer Simpson voice* Mmmm, Kit Kats).

9. I can’t live without my _________. Now, please tell us why you can’t live without it.

I can’t live without my nose spray. No seriously, I’d be a walking migraine if I didn’t have my nose spray. Whenever we travel, I pack like ten bottles just in case.

I get killer sinus headaches.

10. What is the cheesiest movie you ever saw, and secretly enjoyed? Why did you enjoy it so much?

Footloose. I know. I’m embarrassed to admit it, but I love that movie. One, because Kevin Bacon, RAWR. Two, because I love the message behind the movie. And three, the music is so fun!

For all you young whipper-snappers – you really must watch it. Share the cheese! That’s what I always say. (Okay, not really. I just now said that for the first time. But it’s late, and I’m getting tired so .. roll with it, mmkay?)

I DARE you not to chair dance to this. I DOUBLE dare you!

If you’re really curious, you can watch more clips on YouTube.

11. How do you define happiness?

a: a state of well-being and contentment : joy b: a pleasurable or satisfying experience

Oh, wait. That’s the technical term. But you know. It applies. I AM content. I AM satisfied with my life.

Happiness to me is: God. Family. Love. The little moments in life.

12. On a scale of one to ten, how sick are you of the presidential campaign? Do you talk about politics on your blog? What about in real life? Why or why not?

Old question, but I’ll answer it anyway. By the end of the campaign, I was in the negative numbers. I knew Obama would win and I knew that might not be a good thing in the long run.

I talk about politics on my blog, but not very often. It’s hard to be fair and unbiased when I talk about it here when what I really want to do is vent and rant like a crazy person. But it’s also good for me to force myself to slow down and look at all the angles/options.

But the vent/rant, crazy woman thing? Yeah, I do that in real life. NEVER ask me about politics in real life.

Seriously.

13. What about your life today would surprise your teen-aged self?

That life is not all about me. That being self-centered and selfish leads to unhappiness.

When I was a stupid young woman (as opposed to now, a stupid old woman), I thought that men existed to make me happy. Everything was about me. And if I wasn’t happy, then it was because of some outside factor – my job, my lack of money, my crappy car, my b*tchy girlfriends, my weak, clueless boyfriends, etc, etc.

I bought into the whole feminist attitude that I will do what I want, when I want and screw anyone who gets in my way. I am female. Fear and respect me. (At least, that’s how I defined feminism back then).

But when I got married, and refused to budge on these idiotic ideals, to compromise with my spouse, to accept the fact that to be truly happy I needed to be fair, compassionate, humble and yes, even submissive (at times), then I finally began to understand what happiness truly was.

I’ve learned a lot about myself these past decades – some good, mostly bad, and I’m a better person because of these lessons. I was honest with myself and I actively worked on being a better person.

But the lessons I learned over the years aren’t something I can just tell you. They are lessons that you simply must live yourself.

I will tell you one thing though – pay attention and prepare for change. Big change.

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Project 365

Project 365: February 19th

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And here we go, another week of random photos. If you want to keep track of my photos, you can subscribe to the Project 365 RSS feed.

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1. This is another wood project GD had to do for shop class. I can’t even watch him when he works on these things – deadly saw, 16-year old unsteady, unsure hands … *shudder* Moving on …

2. The arrow? Is pointing to MK’s little blonde head. This is his pep band performing at a fundraiser one night at the school. I Twittered about this – I was all alone and not one person talked to me. It was a loooong hour and a half. *sigh* It’s my fault. I’m just too stand-offish. I wouldn’t approach me, either.

3. Me and my husband, Kevin. We’re doing our weekly lunch date thing and I made Kevin pause and take this picture with me before he could leave the car and go back to work. Hence his slightly irritated expression. hehe

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4. Kevin and his Rasterbator picture. I know. WORST name ever, right? BUT, we were really excited to stumble onto this site because this is exactly the sort of thing we want to do with our own photos and then hang on our wall. In essence, the Rasterbator (geez, I really hate that name) program creates huge, rasterized images from any picture. It divides it up into quadrants, then prints it out in ink dots so that you can put it back together again and make it look all funky on your wall. Here, Kevin experimented with one of his pictures and pasted it back together again onto the side of the file cabinet in his office. Anyway, I thought it was cool. 🙂

5. GD, wearing MK’s hat and looking pretty freaking cool, if I say so myself. He looks good in hats.

6. Me. Bleh. I had just gotten my roots touched up and my stylist styled it on the wrong side (I wear my hair swept to the left – not that you really wanted to know that info, but whatever) and I had to redo it. But I was in a hurry to meet Kevin for lunch so yeah, a la crap do.

7. Guess who taught himself to juggle? And guess who wants to take those balls and throw them down the garbage disposal because the *thumpthumpthump* of them being dropped every 2.5 seconds is slowly driving me batsh*t crazy? But hey, he’s happy. I’ll deal. 🙂

General

Question: Would anyone be interested in participating in a video meme?

I think the Momversation and BackTalk video conversations are fascinating and I thought it might be fun to do something like that, only on a wider scale.

I have no idea how it might work (but if you have any suggestions, I’m open!) but in essence, I would ask an open-ended question (or two) and participants could respond to that question via video and post to his/her blog.

Too corny? Too complicated? Too shy?

What do you think?

Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction: Security Issues

Fiction under 250 words
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Kathy leaned back in the rocking chair careful to keep her full mug of coffee from sloshing over the edge. Her eyes were trained on her neighbor’s driveway, more specifically, the van sitting in her neighbor’s driveway.

Why did Laura feel like she had to install a security system? The large white letters, ADT, loomed ominously against the blue background of the company logo; the brilliant colors were a blemish on an otherwise gray and black January morning canvas.

She took a slow sip of her morning brew, a pitter patter of small imprints, like a cat cautiously making it’s way across the back of a couch, made indents in her stomach lining triggering a nervous tingle to snake up her spine. Had her neighbor had a problem with prowlers? She couldn’t recall if the police had paid Laura a visit recently, she would have known about that. Though Kathy wasn’t exactly a nosy neighbor, she did keep an eye on what was going on around her. Did this mean she was in danger of being robbed?

She glanced around the sun room dispassionately. Did she really have anything worth stealing? The monetary value of her possessions was meager at best yet the sentimental value of her collection of porcelain figurines was priceless to her. How would she handle it if someone broke in and smashed her babies to bits? Could she handle it?

Kathy winced at the thought and picked up the cordless phone on the table next to her.

Life

I Rarely Shut Up …

… so when I don’t post one, two, three (!) articles for the day, something must be wrong, right?

Wrong. Even when I’m feeling conflicted, or have a lot on my mind, I’ll write about it. Why? Because that’s simply who I am. It helps me work through things by writing about them. A lot of times, you’ll be privy to my thoughts, other times, I’ll write a private post because whatever is going on in my life is just too private to share with the rest of the world.

But once in a while, once in a blue moon, there will be times I simply do not have anything to say. There will be times that I sit down at the computer, my fingers poised above the smooth, worn keys, and … nothing happens. I will sit there and watch the dreaded cursor tease and taunt me with every hateful blink.

Like yesterday, for example.

I tried, on several occasions, to write something. The morning steadily ticked by and try as I might, I simply could not make myself type anything. I was completely blank, absolutely spent, I simply could not tear one word from my convoluted soul.

It was a very strange feeling. Normally, the only way to shut me up is to plaster duct tape over my mouth. But yesterday … nothing. Silence.

I got up, did some household chores, thought of something to talk about, sat back down, pulled out my keyboard and …

nothing.

I got back up, put some laundry in, checked on the boys (they were off for President’s Day), thought of something funny to share with you, sat back down, pulled out my keyboard and …

nothing.

All the while, the minutes were ticking by. Soon, the morning was gone and I began to sweat. How could I NOT post something? What was wrong with me?

It’s very frustrating to WANT to write but you simply CAN’T write.

Finally, around one o’clock, I simply gave up. Screw it, I thought. Is it really the end of the world if I DON’T post something? Sheesh. Get over yourself, I thought to myself.

So, I did. And instead, I Twittered bits and pieces of my day. And it felt GREAT to simply step back and breathe a bit.

My unintentional day off was very much needed. I think I’ll start doing that more often.

I have a lot of little things on my mind right now …

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The dog issue. *sigh* I know. You’re getting sick of hearing about it, I’m getting sick of typing about it, but it’s a pretty serious issue with us right now so …

Let’s back track a bit …

Kevin is really busy at work right now. For those that don’t know, he’s the CFO for a company and the beginning of the year is always crazy busy for him because of year-end paperwork and new year projections. To make sure he’s staying on top of his game, he tends to work the weekends this time of year.

So, he’s working this past weekend. On Valentine’s Day. Yes, it sucks. But ya gotta do what ya gotta do, right?

And being the good wife that I am, I met him for lunch. We ate at Panera Bread. I had the “You pick Two”: Bacon Turkey Bravo and Potato Soup. My two favorite dishes.

But that’s neither here nor there.

After lunch, we had a little time to kill before he needed to go back so we went to an animal shelter. Care Rescue, to be exact, to look at the dogs.

Before we even walked into the door, Kevin warned me, “Now, it’s going to stink. So, you know, prepare yourself.”

“I’m not stupid,” I responded, though not unkindly. I knew what he was doing – he was trying to mentally prepare me for not only the overwhelming stench of the enclosed animals, but for the sheer stench of desperation that permeates every nook and cranny at animals shelters such as these.

I hadn’t been in a shelter for oh gosh, years. And I can’t even tell you WHY I was in the last one – the memory is so fuzzy. But I sort of knew what to expect, so I grit my teeth and trudged forward.

I was prepared for the smell, however, I was NOT prepared for the sheer sadness of these animals.

The guy at the front desk was very friendly. He told us that their “stock” was pretty low, that most of their animals had been adopted and most of their cages were empty.

I was very happy to hear this. Not because I thought Great! We probably won’t be bringing home an animal today, but rather, Great! That means the animals had found forever families and that they were being care for.

This thought only served to magnify the pitiful state of the remaining animals. These animals were left behind.

It is so hard to try and describe what I was feeling as I walked past the mostly empty cages. The lonely animals they had left simply didn’t have the desire to even look at us as we walked past. They just laid on the floor of their dirty cages, their heads on their skinny paws and sighed. They simply did not have any hope left. Their spirits had been broken. I could feel a compassionate lump forming in the back of my throat. These poor, poor, unwanted animals.

I blinked back tears, but I held my ground. It didn’t take us long to walk through since there were so few dogs left. Most of them were way too big for us, or they were the wrong breed (judging by the mixture), so I was disappointed, but not surprised.

We were walking out, and I was clearing my throat, desperately trying to keep my emotions in check when we happened upon the last dog. He was sitting bolt upright and he was looking right at us. His expression was so hopeful, my brave, I’m-not-going-to-cry facade simply disintegrated. My heart ripped open and when I saw a cheerful, yellow card tacked to his cage that said, “LOOK at me! I’ve been here the longest” and the dog’s pitiful, begging expression, I lost it.

I stumbled back to the front, gave the guy a watery smile and a weak wave, and as soon as I stepped out of the door, my face crumbled and I simply started crying. My God, it was so, so, SO sad; I just couldn’t take it. My heart literally hurt – that poor, sweet dog.

It took me a moment to regain control of my emotions. Kevin had gotten into the car with me and when I glanced over at him, he had tears in his eyes, too. We didn’t speak for long moments but when I could finally find my voice again I said, “I can’t do that again. I just can’t handle that. It breaks me.”

He sadly nodded in agreement. That night, I prayed that that lonely, sad dog would find a loving home.

The guy did tell us that every weekend, Pet Smart hosted rescue dogs, so we went over to Pet Smart to look at more dogs. This time, I was able to handle it because the dogs were just being … dogs. We didn’t see anything we liked (that sounds so cruel to reduce animals to nothing more than merchandise, doesn’t it?) and left.

Sunday, our doorbell rang and one of the fence guys that Kevin called came by to give us an estimate on how much it would cost to fence in our backyard – $4,300.00. Kevin about had a coronary. He’s now thinking he’s not willing to pay that much to fence in our yard and perhaps we should forget all about this dog thing.

And just as I was getting used to the idea of this dog thing.

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We were eating Nachos Supreme at dinner last night when GD suggested we get the Table Conversation cards out.

For those that don’t know, Table Conversation cards are just that – they are cards with questions on them designed to start a conversation.

And our boys love them.

It’s really hard to find a common ground with your children when they reach their teenage years. So having something like these cards on hand are really handy because it gives everyone a chance to, well, talk. And you know they MUST be cool whenever your 16-year old son ASKS for them, right?

So, we got them out last night and we started talking. It’s so cool to hear the boys verbalize their thoughts and feelings about things. I mean, they’re boys, so they don’t really elaborate, but we’ve certainly learned more about them from these cards than we ever have by simply having a regular interrogation conversation cold turkey.

One of the questions, “What would you like to change about your relationship with your family?” was a real eye-opener for me.

Kevin said, “I’d like to work less and spend more time with my family.”

Aww.

GD said, “I wish mom would stop yelling at me so much.”

And MK said, “I wish mom would stop cursing. It REALLY BUGS me when she does that.”

Ouch.

I was not surprised by their answers. I was not hurt by their answers, for what they said was absolutely true – I DO yell at GD too much and I DO curse like a bitter whore when I’m upset and/or ticked off.

I was, however, sick to my stomach by what they were saying. There is nothing like a huge slice of humble pie to ground a person, let me tell you.

I apologized to the boys, again. I explained that I’m only human, though that’s really no excuse. I was trying, really hard, to chill out about things and I hope I was making progress.

To my utter relief, they agreed.

These Table Conversation cards have been a catalyst to some pretty interesting, and heart-felt conversations in our house. And even though they are a bit expensive, they have been worth every penny.

In fact, I just ordered the Teen Edition and in fact, I’ll probably go ahead and order the Family Edition, too.

IN FACT, I think I’ll even give some Table Conversation cards away on this blog because that’s how much I love you guys. Stick around. 🙂

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This morning was a pretty good morning. Considering the kids had to go back to school after having yesterday off because of President’s Day – they were both in pretty good moods. AND the fact that they both got their hair cut yesterday, as well. (They are usually pretty cranky for a few days after a hair cut because they’re all like, “I look like an idiot! It’s so freaking short!” And “OMG, this totally blows!”)

GD checked his grades before we took off this morning. And he was BEAMING. He was GLOWING. He couldn’t stop smiling!! Which is really weird for a moody 16-year old boy at 7:00 o’clock in the morning and on his way to school after a three-day weekend.

He found out how he did on his Geometry test: 87%.

EIGHTY-SEVEN percent!!!!! On a MATH TEST!!!!!! That’s a HIGH B, folks!!

I was soooo proud of him!! And he was soooo proud of himself! And Kevin was soooo proud of him!! This was a big deal. And OMG, the boy needed this shot of confidence. He held his head up high and he actually didn’t hesitate to get out of the car and walk into school today.

GOD IS WONDERFUL, PEOPLE!!! GD prayed and handed over his anxieties to God and he worked and studied and did his very best on the test and guess what, he did very well.

This may not seem like a big deal to some of you, but math has been GD’s Achilles’ heel all throughout his scholastic career. He’s struggled, he’s yelled, he’s been angry, he’s cried all over this subject. So, to see him do so well on HARD MATERIAL (because even my accountant husband is like scratching his head on some of this stuff), he did it. ON. HIS. OWN.

I’m bursting with pride, can you tell? 😀

I told GD that if he got a B on his math test, I would buy him a funky hat like his brother’s (he hadn’t gotten one for himself because he was unwilling to pay the $10, which is half the price of the hat, of his own money). I can not WAIT to buy him that hat.

And I’m done. And I think you’re caught up now and wow, did I not TELL you that I rarely shut up? *grin*

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Monday Morning Meme

Monday Morning Meme – February 16th

All you have to do is answer the questions below either in the comment section, or on your blog. And elaborate! Make these questions show your unique and special personalities. This meme entry will post at 12:01 every Monday morning and will be the first postentry listed on WFK all day Monday. (This is an all-day Monday meme, so please, play all day!)

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February 16th Questions:

1. What did you do over the weekend?

2. What was your first impression of your spouse or current partner? Now tell us about your first date with this person.

3. How many lurkers do you think you have that read your blog, but never comment? Have you ever been successful at getting them to say hello? Do you mind the lurking? Are you a lurker? Or do you try and comment every time you visit?

4. __________ is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy.

Monday Morning Meme Participants

1. PhoenixTheBloggingMama
2. Andrea
3. Jodi
4. Jennifer @ Rundpinne
5. Proud Mommy
6. Margarita | On the Rocks | Lots of Salt
7. Marianne
8. Judy
9. Monica
10. Vicki
11. Rachel
12. GiGi – Incrementum
13. Oregonsunshine

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