A Meme thanks to Polymer Clay Snails

What’s your current obsession?

  1. Isn’t it obvious?   In fact, I’m embarrassed to admit I’m obsessed with reclaiming my position as number one Hottest User and number one Hottest Blog on the Mom Blog Network, which I need help getting over because the bloggers in those positions like Bad Mommy Moments and The World According to Me and Parenting by Dummies are excellent blogs.

 

What’s you favorite color and why?

I love bright blue.  Not the electric blue but the blue raspberry slurpie blue.  I think it’s a fun color, cheerful, happy, delightful.  I’ve painted tons of stuff with the color, including a few kid furniture pieces.

 

What are you wearing today?

I’m wearing a grey t-shirt with the symbol for Leo that I got a Wal-Mart.  I’m wearing denim shorts that aren’t too short but aren’t any where near my knee.  I don’t usually wear shoes.  Right now, due to the sudden breaking of my Pandora bracelet, I’m only wearing a silver necklace with a tree charm to represent family, hoop earrings, a pair of studs, and a friendship anklet to make my BFF and I friends forever because obviously I’m 28 going on 12. 

Why is today special?

It’s Friday.  We’re working on Mother’s Day Crafts for the blog.  I have to go get birthday party supplies, and hey, we might go get some pizza.  Really, is there anything better than a pizza Friday?

 

What would you like to learn to do?

How long can this list be?  I’d like to learn to work on cars because that just seem so sensible.  I would like to learn to draw because that would be so artistic.  I would like to learn the secret to getting published because that would make things so easy.  I would like to learn how to get Evan to eat more vegetables and fruits because that must be a secret.  I would like to learn to speak another language because my tongue is just too English.  I would really like to learn to dance and play pool really well because those would make me look badass.

 

What’s for dinner today?

That is an excellent question.  I plan to mooch off my family again tonight because my husband would hate to miss turkey dinner left-overs.  I am contributing the appetizer as usual.  I plan on bringing a chocolate-peanut butter apple dip, if it is still good.  If not, I’ll have to whip up something.  Any ideas?

 

What’s the last thing you bought?

An oil change.  Does that count?  If that doesn’t, we went to the dollar store and got a bunch of stuff for party bags.  They also had Master Monkey’s staff, so I had to buy two to see which son would kill the other.  I also got a toy Virgin Mary because that’s just funny.  The craft supplies I meant to buy were forgotten in the need to get a temper-throwing Sean out of there.

 

What are you listening to right now?

Kung Fu Panda because my boys decided not to nap today.  Awesome.

 

What’s your most challenging goal right now?

Either finding and getting Evan into a pre-kindergarten/preschool for next year OR getting my stuff together to file and get more organized before I get another late bill.

 

What do you think about the person who tagged you?

I think Nydia’s really cool.  She’s got such talent, and she’s so creative.  It’s people like her that makes me glad for the blogosphere because I know I would never have met her without it.   So check out her website/blog Polymer Clay Snails.

 

 

If you could have a house totally paid for, fully furnished anywhere in the world, where would you like it to be?

If I’m thinking practically, it would be here in Tucson, Arizona.  If I could dream, it would be in Maui.

 

Favorite vacation spot?

My favorite spot so far has been Maui, but since I haven’t been on a vacation since my honeymoon, almost six years ago, I would settle for anywhere remotely interesting with a hotel with maid service.

 

What would you like to have in your hands right now?

I like Nydia’s idea of a huge check.  Enough to satisfy my practical side and pay all the bills and get rid of all our debt and still have some left over for some fun. 

 

What would you like to get rid of?

Again, Nydia has it right when she mentioned five pounds and a bunch of flab.  Of course, I need to lose more than five pounds.  I would also like to get rid of all the bachelor furniture we still hjave hanging around our neck.

 

If you could go anywhere in the world for the next hour, where would you go?

For only an hour?  Then I would go to a pool and swim or a nice quiet spot to blog or read.  If I have more than an hour, then I would go to Maui  . . . for a week.

 

What super power would you like to possess?

Telepathy and telekinesis.  I don’t know how many times I wish I could send mental messages or do three things at once.

 

What’s your favorite piece of clothing in your own closet?

In my closet?  Not my dresser?  Well, that limits all my t-shirts, jeans, and shorts.  I’ve got some really cool skirts and dresses. . .  I do have The Dress that makes me drop dead hot, but I don’t think I can fit in it anymore, but I won’t give it up. 

What’s your dream job?

I want to be a writer.  I love sci-fi and fantasy.  I would love to write graphic novels.  Or I could write fairy tales.  *sigh*  I just want to write.

 

If you had $150 now what would you spend it on?

Probably Sean’s birthday.  If I could dream, it would be more books.

 

What do you find annoying?

Wells Fargo.  They insist that because they took out the payments before deposits, I had a negative balance, even though I transferred the money without a negative balance.  So they stole 35 bucks and told me it was my fault.  They suck.

 

Describe your personal style.

Easy and fun.  I’m a t-shirts and jeans/shorts girl.  But I have fun shirts like fairies and bright colors, and my new one is a She-Ra shirt.  Come on, that’s cool.

 

What fashion show would you want tickets to?

Fashion show?  What’s that?

 

Who’s closet would you want to raid?

This may sound kind of silly.  But I totally loved how they dressed the character Dharma in that show Dharma and Greg that was on the air several years ago.

 

 

What are you most proud of? 

Nydia stole the easiest one.  I’m most proud of my boys, but if we’re talking about accomplishments, that would be going to college.  I got in on scholarships.  I graduated with a semester more of credits.  I graduated with honors.  I kicked ass.

 

The beautiful bloggers I’d like to know about are:

Whomever wants to do this because I won’t force you, but if you decide to do it, let me know so I can read all about you.  But I think I will go out of my way and tag Ink at Inkatopia because she SO LOVES giving out homework that I thought I return the favor. 

Now the rules of this tag:

1. Respond and rework: answer the questions on your blog, replace one question you dislike with a question of your own invention.

2. Tag 7 other people you would love to learn more about.

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A Meme for Ink

I’m doing this for Ink over at Inkatopia.  For some reason, she loves memes, and I’m getting into her good graces, so that she will post a journal entry.  So if you want to play, be my guest.  Just let us know so we can read your responses.

  1. How did you come up with your blog title OR what does it mean?

I like faeries, I’m a little weird, and I’m a mom.  I wrote a whole post explaining it to my brother. (https://faemom.wordpress.com/2008/10/02/for-my-brother/)

  1. What are your general goals for blogging?

I like to entertain people.  I like to stretch my creative and intelligent muscles.  This really keeps me from going crazy.

  1. Do people “in your real life” know that you blog and do they comment on your blog OR is it largely anonymous?

A few people know.  Rarely do they comment.  My mom and my husband take great pride in telling people I blog, like being at home with the kids isn’t enough.  Sheesh.  But I am anonymous for my husband’s sanity.

  1. How often do you post (x per week)?

I try to post every day, like a mental exercise, like when I used to journal or write.

  1. How often do you read other blogs (x per week)?

I read every day, excluding the days my husband has taken over the computer and I curl up in a ball going through withdrawals.  I have to set an amount time or I would spend all day reading and let the boys play with matches.

  1. How do you select blogs to read (do you prefer blogs that focus on certain topics or do you choose by tone or…?)

I mainly read Mommy Blogs because there are so many hilarious moms out there.  But I do read a really great religious blog and a really cool feminist blog.

  1. Do you have any plans to copy your blog entries in any other format, 0r do you think that one day, you’ll just delete it all?

I really should copy them because I don’t know how long I would cry and wear a black armband if I lost all of these posts.

  1. What are the things you like best about blogging?

It gives me a creative writing outlet that I can do quicker than writing a story.  (Ever try to write a story when you’re watching kids?  Don’t.)

  1. What are the things you don’t like about blogging?

I wonder if I could be devoting my time to “real” writing.

  1. How do you handle comments?  Some bloggers never respond to commenters, others answer all commenters, and still others pick and choose.  (1) As a blogger, which is your practice and why? 

I try to comment back on everyone’s comments because I think blogging is a create place to create a dialogue.

 (2) As a commenter, do you care/check back to see if the blogger has responded to you?

Sometimes when it’s easy.  I should do it more often because I love the dialogue.

(3) If you are a reader but never comment, why (this last question may not work since…um…you don’t comment, but maybe you could make an exception)?

  1. Optional: add your own topic here: any burning thoughts to share on blog etiquette? desired blog features? blog addiction?  blog vs. facebook?

I think it’s easy to be pigeon-holed into a subject, just because you don’t want to offend your fans with something edgy.  And I have serious blog-addiction.  I have to write or I think I would let my fans down, and I have to read because there are just so many damn awesome blogs out there.  As for facebook, that is now the place where I keep my CA friends updated on the boys.

 

Journal Meme

I’m only doing this so that Ink will publish a journal entry.

 

 1. When did you begin keeping a journal/diary?  I dabbled in high school on loose leaf paper when I needed to get all those confusing emotions out.  Several of my good friends gave me journals when I graduated high school.  I finally cracked one open to use it mid way through my freshman year in college. 

2. Do you journal regularly or sporadically?  I used to regularly write throughout college.  Now it’s sporadic when I need some sort of catharsis.  Nothing is better to keep secrets or pain locked away.

3. Which, if any, of the following things do you use your journal for?: recording dreams, creative writing, arguing with particular individuals (your boss, your parents, your lover, etc.), listing books/movies, tracking your weight/diet/exercise, composing unsent/unsendable letters.  It used to be a chronicle of my life.  Now it’s more when I need to say something, to pour out the negative feelings and worries, so that I can keep being an up-beat parent.  I tried to record dreams, but I’ve always been one of those up and running kind of people.

4. What other purpose(s) do you use your journal for?  Isn’t this like question number 3?  It’s the place were I put all my raw emotions to be trapped in dead paper.  A place where I can sound out what I need to listen for.

5. What kind of material text do you use for a journal? (For example: leather bound hard-cover, cheap spiral notebook, etc.)  I hunt down ones with fairies on it.  Surprise.  Surprise.  I almost always write in black ink.  There used to be these great black ink pens I used to use, but they are no longer on the market.  My brother bought me a couple of journals and pens for my last birthday.

6. Where do you keep your old journals?  Um, I call it my soul box because it has all kinds of important, soul-telling items in it.  I collaged it with all kinds of cool sayings on the outside.

7. How often, if ever, have you read through your old journals?   I used to go through them once a year to better connect with myself.  But I haven’t done that for years. 

8. Have you ever allowed anyone else to read your journals?  No.  Actually I’ve made my best friend promise to burn them if she outlives me.  I just sound so  . . . childish.  And it’s a written record of plain stupidity in a lot of places.  I totally don’t want my kids to know what kind of trouble their mama was into. 

9. How has your journal keeping changed since you began blogging?  Because I devote so much time to the blog, I tend not to journal as much as I did.  Besides it’s nice to call up your best friend and bitch.

10. Upload a picture of your journals (or as many as you can).  Hahahahaha.  We all know how I don’t do pictures.  Stupid Vista hates my scanning program.

A Journal Entry

The other week Inktopia did this interesting journal meme, which I thought was really cool.  But I didn’t participate because I don’t journal anymore.  I used to.  I loved it.  I would seat by one of the college water fountains and write every day.  It got to the point that not only did my friends and teachers know where to find me but that random strangers would stop and talk to me, to tell me how neat it was that I wrote every day.  But life happened.  Babies happened, so I slid my journals away with the promise that my best friend would burn them when I died because no one needs to know how silly I was, how stupid I was, how horny I was as a young woman.  Basically if my boys find them, I might die of embarrassment.

 

 

‘Bout ten years old, hide and seek
I found me in the closet
Ready or not I stumbled on
And opened up that box of
Yearbooks, letters, black and whites
A hundred, maybe more
Next thing I know my brothers and me
Got ‘em scattered on the floor (Yeah)

There was one of her, flippin’ the bird
Sittin’ on a Harley
And a few with some hairy hippie dude
Turns out his name was Charlie
Her hair, her clothes, her drinkin’ smokin’
Had us boys confused
I’ll never forget the day us nosey kids got introduced

To Mama, ‘fore she was Mama
In a string bikini, in Tijuana
Won’t admit she smoked marijuana
But I saw Mama, ‘fore she was Mama

-Clay Walker “’Fore Mama Was Mama”

 

 

 

But I digress.  In the comments, Ink decided that we should publish an entry.  So I plan to anti up and force her hand.  A random journal and a random entry.

 

 

 

3/18/01

 

        It’s a beautiful day.

                Sun shine

                Not too hot, not too cold

                A cool breeze.

 

        Spring returns; we dance to welcome her gentle presence

                more gentle in some areas.

                        like here.

 

        I don’t want to do my school work because I would rather enjoy the day.

        Honoring it as we all should

        Breathing in its beauty, glory.

        Enjoying each day like the last.

 

        How do you take each day like it is your last if you must prepare for the future,

                doing all those mundane things that keep the world turning?

                bills, schoolwork, grocery shopping.

        I guess you have to make the most of it all,

                finding the worthwhile moments,

                                        movements.

        Drink in it all like some precious liquor.

 

        I feel relaxed.

                        Like a cat waking from a nap,

                realizing I can just lay here to watch the world go by.

        But will I be content to just watch?

                Most likely not.

        Only in my outside human existence was I content.

                Those never last long.

        I need activity,

                        to stretch my muscles,

                        to push my mind.

        Seize the day.

        Seize the night.

 

Only Monica and I were excited over having more powerful jaws than sharks.

        Because we know we’re amazing.

        Everyone else laughs, calling it useless information.

        But we are so wonderful, complex, powerful, beautiful.,

        Humans are awe-inspiring.

        What animal is as beautiful as we?

        With the self-realization of that beauty.

        We are unique.

        Why is it a joke?

        Monica was so excited, just like me, with a mouth gasping for air, eyes filled with awe, power, excitement.

        We are the princes of the universe.

 

 

 

 

And yes, I wrote like that.  Yes, I do think I’m a nerd.

236 Things . . .

No, just kidding.  Why would I torture you?  So I’ve always wanted to do one of those one hundred things list, and I didn’t do one when I did my hundredth post.  But it looks fun.  And it’s easier than phoning it in because I really need to call a bunch of places, and I have to cut out hearts for Valentine projects, and I have to call my parents because I didn’t yesterday and they may assume the worse.  Ok, my mom would assume the worse, and my dad will say I was busy.  Parents.  So here it goes.

 

  1. I lettered nine times in high school.
  2. Three times in swimming.
  3. Three times in drama.
  4. Three times in academics.
  5. My husband thinks that was too easy.
  6. He was a football player in high school.
  7. One year, JV
  8. I think he’s jealous.
  9. Yes, I do have a letterman jacket.
  10. I wore it with pride.
  11. Yes, I can swim circles around my husband.
  12. I was a breaststroker.
  13. I am impressed with Michael Phelps.
  14. Or any one who can do the butterfly well.
  15. I hate the butterfly stroke.
  16. I feel like I’m going to drown.
  17. I was a drama nerd.
  18. I owned the shop.
  19. I was a tyrant.
  20. I was nicknamed “tyrant” in college.
  21. In a creative writing class.
  22. Yes, it’s a funny story.
  23. Yes, maybe I will post that one day.
  24. I’m also addicted to sugar.
  25. In college, I did sugar shots.
  26. Yes, I realize that was unhealthy and crazy.
  27. I was straight edge.
  28. Well, except the sex thing.
  29. Now we know my mom will read this.
  30. She prefers to remain in the dark.
  31. I promise you I’ve had fewer partners than my brother, Mom.
  32. That just disturbed her.
  33. That’ll teach her for reading my blog.
  34. Or any one else.
  35. I had a kiddie pool in my dorm room.
  36. With water.
  37. I wanted it to break.
  38. So that they would have to publish “no kiddie pools” in the dorm rules.
  39. And freshmen would be like “Who the hell would do that?”
  40. I seek shallow immortality.
  41. I hung a dog collar with a bell on the statue of the school mascot.
  42. It was a panther.
  43. I instructed all freshmen to call it the Kitty.
  44. Hey, it’s better than the Pussy.
  45. Yes, my best friend and I debated that for hours.
  46. I stole signs with my best friend.
  47. Including the Republican Headquarters 3 by 6 Bush Cheney 2000 sign.
  48. We didn’t own a car.
  49. We had to run it the several blocks back to our dorm room.
  50. We didn’t get caught.
  51. We did get caught dying the fountain with red Kool-Aid
  52. And put on probation for the semester.
  53. We were both honor students.
  54. And active in our separate church organizations.
  55. They didn’t catch us the other times we messed with the fountain.
  56. Or when we made all the exit signs of the parking structure blink.
  57. Didn’t I mention I was straight-edge without a car in college?
  58. Ok, this is harder than I thought.
  59. I was named after a heroine in a romance novel my mom was reading when she was pregnant.
  60. She doesn’t remember the name of the book.
  61. The rest of my family was convinced I would be a boy.
  62. I’m descended from a long line of eldest boys.
  63. My mom was sure I was a girl.
  64. She refused to pick out a boy name.
  65. My dad insists he would have named me Ebenezer.
  66. I’m glad I’m a girl.
  67. I was a girly girl.
  68. Until second grade.
  69. I decided I wanted to play softball.
  70. My parents couldn’t believe it.
  71. It was downhill from there.
  72. I’ve played basketball and volleyball too.
  73. I’m really not that great of an athlete.
  74. I’m a daydreamer.
  75. I “wrote” my first story at 4.
  76. It was twenty pages of scribbles with the occasional picture.
  77. I had an imaginary best friend.
  78. I had her longer than is healthy.
  79. I had a whole imaginary world.
  80. Have you ever scene Heavenly Creatures?
  81. I wasn’t that crazy.
  82. Well, I did think I was an anime cartoon for a summer.
  83. In high school.
  84. Yes, I have been to a shrink.
  85. Why do you ask?
  86. Seriously, I was suicidal my senior year in high school.
  87. I got counseling.
  88. What helped the most was having my schedule shaken for two weeks.
  89. I don’t know why it worked.
  90. My mom refuses to acknowledge that I was suicidal.
  91. I went to a counselor in college too.
  92. That helped a lot.
  93. Let’s not end this on a downer.
  94. I have a library of over two hundred books and growing.
  95. I have no nicknames that I like.
  96. I don’t have any tattoos yet.
  97. I’m planning one after my last kid.
  98. I should have pierced my belly button before kids.
  99. I always wanted to dye my hair bright blue.
  100. I plan to do that when I turn 65.

A Pithy Meme

I got tagged by Evenshine who doesn’t realize I’m not nearly as clever as badmommymoments, who is much more clever than I.  Actually, I think most people who comment on my blogs are more clever.  So here’s a meme that is suppose to have pith to it.  And as I don’t know enough people to tag, I will let you do it at your own discretion.  Of course, I do expect C to do it.

 

Where is your cell phone? Desk
Where is your significant other? Working
Your hair color? Blonde
Your mother? Mothering
Your father? Joking
Your favorite thing? Books
Your dream last night? Forgotten
Your goal? Novel
The room you’re in? Office
Your hobby? Writing
Your fear? Disappearing
Where do you want to be in six years? Arizona
Where were you last night? Movies
What you’re not? Carefree
One of your wish-list items? Hancock
Where you grew up? Desert
The last thing you did? Type
What are you wearing? Sweatshirt
Your TV? Off
Your pet? Invisible
Your computer? Loud
Your mood? Pensive
Missing someone? Yes
Your car? Messy
Something you’re not wearing? Necklace
Favorite store? Target
Your summer? Swimmingly
Love someone? Yes
Your favorite color? Cobalt
When is the last time you laughed? Twilight
Last time you cried? Hallmark