1. Where were you an hour ago? Here.
2. Who will be your next kiss? The frog who thinks he’s a prince?
3. What is the largest amount of money you spent in one store? USD 7200.00 – down payment on my car
4. Where did you go on your last date? Giordano’s – Pizza place
5. When is the last time you went to the mall? I honestly cannot remember
6. Are you wearing socks right now? No
7. What color underwear are you wearing? Baby Blue
8. When was the last time you drove out of town? I’m going to define “out of town” as being a vaction trip, not leaving the town I live in, which I do daily. Last vacation road trip was 1998.
9. Have you been to the movies in the last 5 days? No
10. What are you wearing right now? A red cotton knit pullover shirt and grey trousers.
11. Do you wash your car or let the car wash do it? Car wash
12. Last food you ate? Pizza and a cinnamon donut
13. Where were you Friday night? Giordano’s
14. Have you bought any clothes in the last week? No
15. When is the last time you ran? Does running to grab a printout from the computer count? About 5 min. ago if so!
16. What’s the last sporting event you watched? Last year’s World Series
17. What was your favorite class in school? Creative Writing
18. Your dream vacation? Mediteranian (sp?) cruise – without any political BS
19. Last person’s house you were in? Other than mine? Laurie Brown’s
20. How old are your parents? My Mom is timeless now. My Dad is 85.
21. Are you in love? Yeah, but.
22. Do you miss anyone? Yeah. See 21.
23. Last play you saw? I cannot remember
24. What are your plans for tonight? Wine and DVDs and the fishtank thingy and laundry.
25. Who is the last person you sent a message to on MySpace? I don’t have a MySpace
26. Ever go to camp? Girl Scout camp in grammar school. It sucked.
27. Were/are you an honor roll student in school? No. I should have been, but boredom created apathy.
28. What do you want to know about the future? Will Bush and the Republicans continue to destroy this country to the point I really should move?
29. Are you wearing any perfume or cologne? Some Avon thing…
30. Are you hungry? Not at the moment.
31. What's your favourite outfit? My Jammies
32. Men or women? Men
33. Do you have a tan? No
34. How old do you want to be when you have kids? Been there, done that, got the t-shirt, shrunk it in the wash, used it for an oil-rag…
35. Do you collect anything? Interesting cloth, candles, dead computer monitors (not deliberately on that last..)
36. Last time you got stopped by a cop or pulled over? More than 7 years ago, that’s all the Insurance Co. needs to know.
37. Have you ever drank your soda from a straw? Yes
38. How do you like your drinks? Cold, and wet.
39. Do you like hot sauce? Depends. I like wasabi, and tabasco, but things like “Dave’s Insanity Sauce” leave me… (dare I say…) cold.
40. Last time you took a shower? This morning
41. Do you need to do laundry? Immediately if not sooner
42. What is your heritage? I am Eve. I have no heritage.
43. Are you someone’s best friend? I think so.
44. If you were an animal, what would you be? A Koala. Cute, furry, everybody loves me – but mess with me and I can be MEAN!! I would be a “Drop Bear” Koala
45. Allergic to anything? Yeah. Several things.
46. Last vacation you went on? Florida. I always go to Florida. Dad is in Florida.
47. Are you rich? Financially? Hell no. Really? Yes. I am rich with friends and interests and good books and enough intelligence to appreciate them most of the time!
Friday, September 29, 2006
'Snot Funny
'snot funny at all.
I need a decongestant in the worst way, and of course they ALL are contraindicated because of the blood pressure thing... My head is swiftly becoming the Midwest's Finest Snot Factory. Ugh. (Gosh, I hope you aren't doing breakfast or lunch as you read this...)
I have found a new addiction. Yahoo games has this amusing little thing called "Fishtank Tycoon". Stupid, really - you just take care of a fishtank and breed strange fishes and cure ick and fungus and "sell" the fish who survive...
But I loved having a fishtank back in the bad-old-days when I was married, and I still have my 20 gal. long tank out in the garage (probably leaks by now...) and someday I wanna have fishes again (after the cats are gone). My boss Tom has this fishtank fetish, and he has a cool tank in his office with Ciclidthingys and plecostahoozits (Note the creative spellings - intentional). The Chinese restaurant that I get my little white boxes from lately has a hugeongous tank with baby sharks in it!
I love fish and fishtanks, I hate the smell. I hate having to take dead fish off my carpet if Mindi or Kili get into the tank (this has happened). So we wait until I can get a nice tank with a really good filtration system and there are no cats to go "fishin'" in the tank.
In the meanwhile, however, Fishtank Tycoon is fun.
I need a decongestant in the worst way, and of course they ALL are contraindicated because of the blood pressure thing... My head is swiftly becoming the Midwest's Finest Snot Factory. Ugh. (Gosh, I hope you aren't doing breakfast or lunch as you read this...)
I have found a new addiction. Yahoo games has this amusing little thing called "Fishtank Tycoon". Stupid, really - you just take care of a fishtank and breed strange fishes and cure ick and fungus and "sell" the fish who survive...
But I loved having a fishtank back in the bad-old-days when I was married, and I still have my 20 gal. long tank out in the garage (probably leaks by now...) and someday I wanna have fishes again (after the cats are gone). My boss Tom has this fishtank fetish, and he has a cool tank in his office with Ciclidthingys and plecostahoozits (Note the creative spellings - intentional). The Chinese restaurant that I get my little white boxes from lately has a hugeongous tank with baby sharks in it!
I love fish and fishtanks, I hate the smell. I hate having to take dead fish off my carpet if Mindi or Kili get into the tank (this has happened). So we wait until I can get a nice tank with a really good filtration system and there are no cats to go "fishin'" in the tank.
In the meanwhile, however, Fishtank Tycoon is fun.
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
I hate being sick
Ugh.
Have a sore throat and achey, dizzy head. Most unpleasant.
Yesterday a good friend, Leandra, became an instant "Celebrity". Ok, so maybe it was only her "15 minutes of fame" - but I'm proud of her for taking initiative!
Have a sore throat and achey, dizzy head. Most unpleasant.
Yesterday a good friend, Leandra, became an instant "Celebrity". Ok, so maybe it was only her "15 minutes of fame" - but I'm proud of her for taking initiative!
Monday, September 25, 2006
What I Did On My Weekend (considerably less political)
I've had a complaint from a regular reader - that my blog has become "too political". Unfortunately, as elections loom ever closer, I feel myself becoming more and more politically interested.
I am looking for those little green plastic army guys. Used to was you could get them at WalMart or the dollar store, but the dollar stores all only have firemen and police now. Hmmmm
Geraldo came and left - it was just wonderful having him here. We ate too much and went to the woods and talked and talked and talked.
We went to Giordanos for dinner first - terrific pizza, and he got to have "deep dish Chicago style" so he could say that he had done. (He paid for it - with Co. credit card. All you political readers - I got some of our money back from Halliburton in the form of Deep Dish Pizza)
We were sitting at one of those 1/2 booth, 1/2 chairs affairs they have, and his back was to the rest of the room. Me, I have that "cowboy" mentality of never wanting my back to the door/room. So I could see the other diners around us rather well.
Now, Geraldo has lovely shoulder-length brown hair, and a short-ish full beard. Directly behind him was Ms. Prim & Proper Republian Schoolmarm. (All designations based solely upon visual input - I know none of these people) I suppose he looked like some left-wing, long-haired communist pinko fag (I bet he even has a commie flag, tacked up inside of his garage).
So we are talking politics. He is from Brazil, so things are different there, and we discussed Hugo Chavez and George Bush and just all kinds of things - and Ms. P&PRS was getting all "persimmony mouthed" and shooting me hate-looks. I was amused.
By the time I got home, I was exhausted. We both were, so we adjourned to our (SEPARATE) bedrooms and crashed out. I did get to hear him speak Portuguese, however. It doesn't sound anything like Mexican spanish, nor like French as I remember it. It actually reminded me of the Polish ladies who used to work for Sunstar.
His English is very very good. The only thing I notice is inflection and pronunciation differences. For instance, the small tree-dwelling rodents with bushy tails were "SQUEE-rils", not Squirrels. I can deal with it. *grin*
He brought me a lovely cookbook of Brazillian food, with stories and travelogue of Brazil as well. I remembered some things about there from my grade-school geography/"social studies" classes, (like "Manioc" root used as starch/flour) but not much. This book is fantastic, and I will probably try some of the recipies if I can find the ingredients or plausable substitutes.
The recipie for Limeade (he pronounces it "Limonade", which sounds like Lemonade, but they have no lemons in Brazil) it sounds fantastic. Will try it with Splenda instead of sugar, however. (You listening Dr. Nick??)
Saturday morning we got up late and had coffee, which he said was too weak (I was about gagging on it being too strong!!) and then we went out to IHOP. (Dr. Nick, you might want to go remove a gall-bladder or something for a while...) Apparently some movie or other had featured a guy wanting to go to IHOP and he wanted to see what it all was.
Then we went out for a long drive, and ended up at Churchill woods - a forest preserve in around Carol Stream. Pretty, pretty spot. Lots of geese. Lots of geese shit. *shrug* But we saw a few squirrels and G was highly amused - took a lot of pictures of them. I don't think they have squirrels in Rio.
Afterwards we tried to get him online, but my selfish neighbor has moved his wireless port to somewhere in his house where it is hard to stay connected and steal bandwidth, so we couldn't play video games. Which sucked, but... oh well. One of these days I will get a wireless router and set some ridiculous password and then have it available for my friends.
So later on we went out to lunch at Portillos. Everyone who comes to visit me gets taken to Portillos, except Pirate, but when he came we were on this really tight schedule with a major internet-weekend-party thing and so there wasn't time. Heck, Randy even has "I (heart) Portillos" bumpersticker on his guitar case wayyyyyyyy down there in Houston.
I'm real happy about this last weekend. I'm dreadfully tired, but I had a good time, and I feel relaxed and happy.
Next up - the long drive to Florida next month.
Mental note - call Susan and GradeSchoolBud with dates to make sure it's ok!!
I am looking for those little green plastic army guys. Used to was you could get them at WalMart or the dollar store, but the dollar stores all only have firemen and police now. Hmmmm
Geraldo came and left - it was just wonderful having him here. We ate too much and went to the woods and talked and talked and talked.
We went to Giordanos for dinner first - terrific pizza, and he got to have "deep dish Chicago style" so he could say that he had done. (He paid for it - with Co. credit card. All you political readers - I got some of our money back from Halliburton in the form of Deep Dish Pizza)
We were sitting at one of those 1/2 booth, 1/2 chairs affairs they have, and his back was to the rest of the room. Me, I have that "cowboy" mentality of never wanting my back to the door/room. So I could see the other diners around us rather well.
Now, Geraldo has lovely shoulder-length brown hair, and a short-ish full beard. Directly behind him was Ms. Prim & Proper Republian Schoolmarm. (All designations based solely upon visual input - I know none of these people) I suppose he looked like some left-wing, long-haired communist pinko fag (I bet he even has a commie flag, tacked up inside of his garage).
So we are talking politics. He is from Brazil, so things are different there, and we discussed Hugo Chavez and George Bush and just all kinds of things - and Ms. P&PRS was getting all "persimmony mouthed" and shooting me hate-looks. I was amused.
By the time I got home, I was exhausted. We both were, so we adjourned to our (SEPARATE) bedrooms and crashed out. I did get to hear him speak Portuguese, however. It doesn't sound anything like Mexican spanish, nor like French as I remember it. It actually reminded me of the Polish ladies who used to work for Sunstar.
His English is very very good. The only thing I notice is inflection and pronunciation differences. For instance, the small tree-dwelling rodents with bushy tails were "SQUEE-rils", not Squirrels. I can deal with it. *grin*
He brought me a lovely cookbook of Brazillian food, with stories and travelogue of Brazil as well. I remembered some things about there from my grade-school geography/"social studies" classes, (like "Manioc" root used as starch/flour) but not much. This book is fantastic, and I will probably try some of the recipies if I can find the ingredients or plausable substitutes.
The recipie for Limeade (he pronounces it "Limonade", which sounds like Lemonade, but they have no lemons in Brazil) it sounds fantastic. Will try it with Splenda instead of sugar, however. (You listening Dr. Nick??)
Saturday morning we got up late and had coffee, which he said was too weak (I was about gagging on it being too strong!!) and then we went out to IHOP. (Dr. Nick, you might want to go remove a gall-bladder or something for a while...) Apparently some movie or other had featured a guy wanting to go to IHOP and he wanted to see what it all was.
Then we went out for a long drive, and ended up at Churchill woods - a forest preserve in around Carol Stream. Pretty, pretty spot. Lots of geese. Lots of geese shit. *shrug* But we saw a few squirrels and G was highly amused - took a lot of pictures of them. I don't think they have squirrels in Rio.
Afterwards we tried to get him online, but my selfish neighbor has moved his wireless port to somewhere in his house where it is hard to stay connected and steal bandwidth, so we couldn't play video games. Which sucked, but... oh well. One of these days I will get a wireless router and set some ridiculous password and then have it available for my friends.
So later on we went out to lunch at Portillos. Everyone who comes to visit me gets taken to Portillos, except Pirate, but when he came we were on this really tight schedule with a major internet-weekend-party thing and so there wasn't time. Heck, Randy even has "I (heart) Portillos" bumpersticker on his guitar case wayyyyyyyy down there in Houston.
I'm real happy about this last weekend. I'm dreadfully tired, but I had a good time, and I feel relaxed and happy.
Next up - the long drive to Florida next month.
Mental note - call Susan and GradeSchoolBud with dates to make sure it's ok!!
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