Sunday, May 20, 2012

Sunday Stealing

Sunday Stealing: The Imaginary Meme, Part One

1. Have you ever peed your pants as an adult? No. But thank you for asking.

2. Who do you have a celebrity crush on now? Mark Harmon as Leroy Jethro Gibbs. He's my TV boyfriend.

3. Would you date someone you met online? I suppose.

4. Do you wear underwear always?
Not in the shower.

5. Do you hate yourself at times?
Good goobies, yes!

7. Do you like dirty movies?
I have appreciated a few.

8. Could you believe Josha Ledet was voted off Idol? I really haven't watched often enough this year to have an opinion.

9. When was the last time that you bought a car? That would be never.

10. Have you ever been camping? Yes. I was a good Girl Scout.

11. How many times a day do you go on facebook? A couple.

12. What was the last movie you saw in a theater? I saw Titanic 3D last month. There's nothing out now that appeals to me. Which is too bad, because I love going to the show.

13. Have you ever worried that you'd cut off a limb? I was so worried I peed myself. (Do people really worry about these things?)

14. Where did you get your last email from? My oldest friend.

15. Favorite website? One Gal's Musings. She's FABULOUS!

16. Are you down with ghetto? As much as a pudgy, middle-aged white lady can be. Yo!

17. Will the world end in fire or ice? "From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire."

18. Do you believe in the afterlife? Yes.

19. Would you be upset if facebook stopped working? Not really.

20. How did you start your blog? I wanted to create an accurate snapshot of my life at one particular moment. I believe I've done that. I'm pretty honest on this here blog.

Leaving it all for Sunday

My place is a real mess. My cat Reynaldo has completely destroyed my dining room -- knocking over all the framed photographs and sending stacks of paperwork flying onto the floor. I haven't put it back because ... well, he and I are still embarrassingly locked in one of our battles of will and I don't want him to see me responding to his bad behavior. Plus, when I put it back, he's just going to knock it all over again. Anyway, it's a sickening mess in there.

I have a professional organizer coming over at 8:00 AM on Monday. I must get stuff ready for her -- counter intuitive, I know, like cleaning before the cleaning service arrives. But I only have her for 3 hours and I want us to concentrate on paperwork so I've got to get the books and magazines and DVDs and purses and ... and ... and ... out of the way so she and I can work. Reynaldo is not helping. I should also vacuum, just in case my organizer has an issue with cat dander.

Neither is my complete lack of discipline. I have done nothing to prepare yet. All I did on Saturday was get my hair cut and grocery shopped the rest of the time napping and watching NCIS. I don't know why but I'm feeling kinda blue and just not inspired to do anything except procrastinate. I wasn't even following the NATO summit or the Crosstown Classic!

Too cute

On the bus Saturday I rode with a mom and her trio of daughters. The two older ones need glasses and were wearing happening frames in pastel colors. The youngest -- about 3, I guess, still small enough to sit in Mom's lap -- was wearing frames, too. HUGE, heavy black ones, without lenses. She looked like a tiny Roy Orbison. Obviously she just wanted to be like her big sisters. She was so cute she broke my heart.