Quote of the day:They say that love conquers all. Maybe,
but *I* haven't lost faith in armored
divisions with awesome firepower coupled
with total air and naval superiority.
(Maurizio Mariotti)
Thursday, March 17
Happy Dance Time!
I got my trashy romance novel today! Oh yeah! Gonna give me weeks of entertainment. Haven't opened it yet, was playing Digimon World. Yes people, I watch cartoons, play kiddie video games and am an adult. Call it making up for lost time with my nearly non-existent childhood. Which reminds me, damnit! kids are getting up too early. I am starting to be too tired to watch my Inuyasha. I love that one. Up note though: my kids have me awake early enough on Saturday to catch Beyblade G-Force, and Digimon season 4, I think. It's the one with Guilmon, Renamon etc. Yeah, you can tell I watch them religiously.
Lets see, I'll summarize my oddities as revealed in the last few months.
I love to read playboy, with the advisor as my favorite.
I have Anne Rice's first Beauty book, and yes it fascinates me. (SH!)
I am addicted to all Disney Movies; yes, I did get to see Mulan2. I loved it, the kids didn't even pay attention to it.
I love Mickey Mouse, but no other disney character. And you damn well better not assume I like Minnie Mouse, I don't. Who wears skirts anyway? Not me!
I don't wear makeup, am allergic to perfume, allergic to gold. All in all that makes me a cheap date and wife.
I read like there's no tomorrow. When I'm jonesing for a new book, is when I show up on ya'lls blogs like 10 times a day, depending. Yes, I do have withdrawal symptoms. I get a little nutty and irritable. I re-read my new book, the one that comes in the mail each month, atleast 2-3 times a day. Yes, I read fast and I still catch my kids getting into stuff.
I cannot get enough Bon Jovi music. EVER!
I listen to Heavy Metal, Old soft rock, and Old country. That in and of itself is odd. I do not listen to elevator music. I don't care who's song it is, if there is no words, it goes off. Pink Floyd sucks!!!!!!! 10min music, 2 min words, 10 min music end of song. I'll break those cd's in half one of these days, if he doesn't quit driving me nuts with them.
I don't do housework, I can't bring myself to do it. My house is clean enough not to be a health hazard. My kids trash it the minute it gets clean. I will not ever clean the bathroom and have not done so since I was 17 and moved out. Before then I did since I was 9 or 10 pretty much on a daily basis.
My brain works differently than everyone I know. I can have 3 conversations with myself, in my head, at any given time. The more complicated you make something explaining it to me, the more I understand it. If it's simple, most likely I won't.
Questions: Why do they call it drag racing, they don't drag anything?, Why can't an engines firing order be 1, 2, 3, 4 etc? I know it can't fire in a row, why not just call them that, instead of 2, 5, 3, 1, 4 or whatever? These actually confuse me. I don't get it.
I have never forgotten any book I've ever read. The moment I pick it up and look at the title I know EXACTLY what it says, I read it anyway. My brain never shuts off until I am completely exhausted.
I can spell almost any word sight unseen. The trick: our language is made up of simple sounding, but very complicated spelled words. As simple as that. Almost no word is spelled like it sounds.
Coffee does not work for me, I still drink it in hopes it will one day.
Night time sinus meds make me zippy, day time make me sleepy. I am immune to almost every single ***damn sinus medication on the shelf at the store. My immune system is that good. If I ever have an allergic reaction, I am screwed. Benadryl does not work for me.
I am an obsessive perfectionist when it comes to learning how to do something for the first time. I make little changes on my template all the time. Hell, I did 5 today. I reread my posts several times and edit any misspelled words, yet I suck at grammar. I really like commas, you can tell. (I just went through a second time and corrected some spelling and added more words.)
I am a walking contradiction. Trust me, it confuses me a hell of a lot more than it will you. Have a nice weekend. As you know, my book is here. That means I will be reading until Monday or so. I'll stop by probably once a day, so see ya when I post the answer to the previous post. Titled: I have a secret passion. |
Lets see, I'll summarize my oddities as revealed in the last few months.
I love to read playboy, with the advisor as my favorite.
I have Anne Rice's first Beauty book, and yes it fascinates me. (SH!)
I am addicted to all Disney Movies; yes, I did get to see Mulan2. I loved it, the kids didn't even pay attention to it.
I love Mickey Mouse, but no other disney character. And you damn well better not assume I like Minnie Mouse, I don't. Who wears skirts anyway? Not me!
I don't wear makeup, am allergic to perfume, allergic to gold. All in all that makes me a cheap date and wife.
I read like there's no tomorrow. When I'm jonesing for a new book, is when I show up on ya'lls blogs like 10 times a day, depending. Yes, I do have withdrawal symptoms. I get a little nutty and irritable. I re-read my new book, the one that comes in the mail each month, atleast 2-3 times a day. Yes, I read fast and I still catch my kids getting into stuff.
I cannot get enough Bon Jovi music. EVER!
I listen to Heavy Metal, Old soft rock, and Old country. That in and of itself is odd. I do not listen to elevator music. I don't care who's song it is, if there is no words, it goes off. Pink Floyd sucks!!!!!!! 10min music, 2 min words, 10 min music end of song. I'll break those cd's in half one of these days, if he doesn't quit driving me nuts with them.
I don't do housework, I can't bring myself to do it. My house is clean enough not to be a health hazard. My kids trash it the minute it gets clean. I will not ever clean the bathroom and have not done so since I was 17 and moved out. Before then I did since I was 9 or 10 pretty much on a daily basis.
My brain works differently than everyone I know. I can have 3 conversations with myself, in my head, at any given time. The more complicated you make something explaining it to me, the more I understand it. If it's simple, most likely I won't.
Questions: Why do they call it drag racing, they don't drag anything?, Why can't an engines firing order be 1, 2, 3, 4 etc? I know it can't fire in a row, why not just call them that, instead of 2, 5, 3, 1, 4 or whatever? These actually confuse me. I don't get it.
I have never forgotten any book I've ever read. The moment I pick it up and look at the title I know EXACTLY what it says, I read it anyway. My brain never shuts off until I am completely exhausted.
I can spell almost any word sight unseen. The trick: our language is made up of simple sounding, but very complicated spelled words. As simple as that. Almost no word is spelled like it sounds.
Coffee does not work for me, I still drink it in hopes it will one day.
Night time sinus meds make me zippy, day time make me sleepy. I am immune to almost every single ***damn sinus medication on the shelf at the store. My immune system is that good. If I ever have an allergic reaction, I am screwed. Benadryl does not work for me.
I am an obsessive perfectionist when it comes to learning how to do something for the first time. I make little changes on my template all the time. Hell, I did 5 today. I reread my posts several times and edit any misspelled words, yet I suck at grammar. I really like commas, you can tell. (I just went through a second time and corrected some spelling and added more words.)
I am a walking contradiction. Trust me, it confuses me a hell of a lot more than it will you. Have a nice weekend. As you know, my book is here. That means I will be reading until Monday or so. I'll stop by probably once a day, so see ya when I post the answer to the previous post. Titled: I have a secret passion. |
Unicorn. Edited to match the page.