15. Favorite place to go on weekends? Downtown. Even if it is just for a drive, I enjoy Downtown Omaha.
16. Showers or baths? Showers for cleaning. Baths for anything else.
17. Do you paint your nails? No.
18. Do you trust people easily? Yes. Although, once I don't trust someone it takes a lot to get change my mind.
19. What are your phobias? Automotonophobia. Is there a phobia for being lonely?
20. Do you want kids? I've not completely counted it out, but I suppose the situation would have to be right.
21. Do you keep a handwritten journal? No. It's easier to type.
22. Where would you rather be right now? Traveling.
23. Who makes you feel warm and fuzzy? Anyone who I really care about.
24. Heavy or light sleeper? A little of both, depending on how tired I am. Once I'm out, I'm out. Getting there is half the battle.
25. Are you paranoid? I wouldn't be so paranoid if they weren't out to get me!
26. Are you impatient? Overall, not really. I have my moments, but typically I'm ok waiting for the right moment.
27. If today was your last day on earth, how would you feel? Sad. There is so much more I'd like to do.
28. How do you feel about interracial couples? Horrah for the freedom to love who you want to love!
29. Have you been burned by love? Yes. It's the ones that you love that can burn the most. But it's all part of it.
30. What's your favorite pick-up line? I don't have one. I'm not that smooth.
31. What's your main ringtone on your mobile? It sounds like a steel drum/xylophone. Very tropical sounding.
32. What were you doing at midnight last night? Sleeping.
33. What did the last text on your cellphone say? It hasn't got one in a long time. No idea.
34. Whose bed did you sleep in last night? Mine.
35. What color shirt are you wearing? White with blue stripes..
36. Most recent movie you watched? Xmen 3
37. Name three things you have on you at all times: Wallet. Cell phone. iPod.
38, What color are you bed sheets? White.
39. How much cash do you have on you right now? $6.00
40 .What is your favorite part of the chicken? Drumstick
41. What's your favorite town/city? Wow. Hard to say. I like Omaha, but St Louis or Kansas City seem like really great places. (At least for places that I've been too.)
42. I can't wait til: I find a more stable job. I get my act together.
3. What did you have for dinner last night? Last night it was breakfast for dinner. French toast and bacon.
44. How tall are you barefoot? 5'11"
45. Do you own a gun? No.
46. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Water or Coke.
47. What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex? Let's make a slight change in the wording... My secret weapon is my sincerety and friendliness. I walk that fine where friendliness could lead down the road to friendship only.
48. Where do you think you'll be in 10 years? No idea. I have a hard time thinking a year in advance let alone ten years.
49. Last thing you ate? Moo Goo Gai Pan from PF Chang's. It wasn't as good as I'd hoped.
50. What songs do you sing in the shower? Any number of songs from my repetoir... Lately "Crusin'", "Hide & Seek", or "Chasing Cars".
51. Last thing that made you laugh? A conversation with Mike about theme songs.
52. Worst injury you've ever had? A reoccuring cyst on my tailbone. It hurt like a musser fusser.
53. Does someone have a crush on you? No.
54. What's your favorite candy? Wow. Just one? M&Ms.
55. What song do you want played at your funeral? At this point? "I Will Follow You Into The Dark" by Death Cab For Cutie
I posted this @ 6/23/2006 10:19:00 PM.............Need a link?..........
SING... SING A SONG
NAME A SONG....
...that reminds you of an ex: "Wild Horses" by The Sundays - Enough said...
...that makes you cry: "Chasing Cars" by Snow Patrol - I can't explain why the song makes me cry, but it does. Not every time, but if I really start thinking too much while listening to it, I'm a wreck.
...that reminds you of your childhood: "No One Is To Blame" by Howard Jones - It was playing at the public swimming pool everyday for a summer. Even when I drive past the pool now I still can hear the song.
...that reminds you of high school: "Don't You Forget About Me" by Simple Minds - If you know me, then the reason is obvious.
...that mirrors you too closely: "The Luckiest" by Ben Folds - I had a difficult time with this one. This could change from day to day. So I wouldn't claim this song for any other moment than right now as I write this.
...that will always get you up to dance: "Black Capricorn Day" by Jamiroquai - I can't resist the groove of this song. I first heard it at a dance recital. So even besides my own feeling of a white boy groove, I've got the image of the dance production I saw going in my head.
...that you used to hate, but now love: "Hollaback Girl" by Gwen Stefani - When it first came out, I don't know if it was the overplaying of it on the radio or what, but I couldn't stand it.
...that you love but wouldn't know of if it weren't for a friend: "Hide & Seek" by Imogen Heap - I know Jay tried to get me listen to Miss Heap one other time, but I needed some coaxing from my musical sherpa.
...that you like from your parents' collection: "C'mon Baby Light My Fire" by The Doors - I'm not exactly what type of music either of my biologoicalparents listen to, but this would be from the time.
...that makes you think of sex: "Feelin' Love" by Paula Cole - Remember that scene from City Of Angels where Meg Ryan is in the tub all candle-lit and relaxy. Well it does nothing for me, but this song is playing and it is pure sex.
...that is your anthem: "Life Is Sweet" by Natalie Merchant - I would say my all-time favorite song and my 'anthem' are two different things. This song definitely sounds like a song that I would be 'preaching' to people if I spoke of music like a religion. The line, "But I tell you life is sweet in spite of the misery. There's so much more, be grateful" really says a lot to me about how life is. If a person just let's it.
...that is your ultimate love song: "The Promise" by Tracy Chapman - Wow! This was tough, but not because it was hard to decide. This song reminds me of so much in so many ways. I think of this song even as a reminder of other people who are in love.
...that reminds you of something nasty: "Closer" by Nine Inch Nails - I don't know if 'nasty' is the right word. I had a difficult time with this one. Maybe it was the roating pig's head that got me. Not sure.
...that reminds you of a break-up: "Since U Been Gone" by Kelly Clarkson - Oh yes. It's an American Idol winner. I actually listen and like an American Idol singer. So sue me.
...that makes you think of your friends: "I'll Be There For You" by The Rembrandts- During the heydays of Must See TV The Gang got together every Thursday for an evening of food, friends, and F*R*I*E*N*D*S. Followed up by Jesse (short lived) (Will & Grace) and E.R. When summer hiatus came along we took off for downtown with cards and mah jongg in hand. Good times. This song reminds me of that time.
...that would be your choice for a national anthem: "Only In America" by Brooks and Dunn - Whether I like all kinds of country artists or not, I think hey make some of the best patriotic music.
...that changed your life in some pragmatic way: "Rainbow Connection" by Kermit The Frog -It may sound silly, but it was one of the first songs that I really felt motivated me to want to learn to play the piano. I can still play it today. I love any version of it.
I posted this @ 6/23/2006 07:07:00 PM.............Need a link?..........
We all can have Nee to thank/blame/get back at for this one. It's hilarious! I didn't know anyone had a camera recording me last weekend. I'm shocked and appalled... and frankly a little impressed with my ability to work it for the camera.
I go girl?
I posted this @ 6/23/2006 12:26:00 PM.............Need a link?..........
ANGELINA ANGELINA PLEASE BRING DOWN YOUR CONCERTINA
Angelina Jolie recently interviewed with Anderson Cooper on his CNN show 360. I recorded it because, I must admit. I'm fascinated by Angelina.
Let's toss out a couple opinions about what she's been doing lately. My fascination with her doesn't overlook her relationship with the former Mr. Jenifer Aniston, Brad Pitt. I don't know where to exactly place the blame in that love triangle. Let's not forget... Angelina has done some freaky things in her day. If she's not kissing her brother with tongue, she's wearing vials of her husband's blood around her neck. She gave off this odd bisexual vibe for a while. Yay! She's nutty! She's the next big thing! Her 'big things' got her cast as Lara Croft in the film adaption of Tomb Raider.
Now Angelina is being billed as the World's Most Famous Mother. Didn't that title go to Madonna when she reproduced? Twice. Then to Brittney Spears for a while? Note that Famous doesn't equal Good.
What intrigues me about Angelina is her transformation. She went from being wild and crazy where you never knew who she might deep throat tongue kiss to wanting to help all the world's children. Which is... a big step.
About the interview itself, I was a bit disappointed. I should've known that it wouldn't be two full hours of Anderson and Angelina. Yet, in the two hours that it was on I'd say there was only 30 to 40 minutes of actual Angelina Interview. The rest was Anderson Cooper talking about his own experiences visiting refugee camps. While interesting, is not Angelina Jolie. They even re-used some of the same interview footage several times. I heard her talk about her first visit to Sierra Leone three times. Maybe four... I started to fast forward at one point.
So as for how much actual interview there was I was disappointed in seeing. But the actual interview itself was really good. It wasn't a hard hitting interview full of glitz and gossip. Brad Pitt only came up once by her own words referring to him. It was a passing comment and he was barely mentioned. Which is fine with me.
I think what she wants to do is very noble. I think she honestly does care about these people, children in other countries. The countries she films in or visits really do make an impact on her. If she doesn't get her image as a goodwill ambassador too tarnished I can see her being cast in the same light as Princess Di once was.
Jolie freely admitted she gets paid a "stupid amount" for what she does. She says she gives 1/3 of her income to charity. Which, if true, is really impressive. But I don't think she does it to impress. It comes off as genuine. As she was there giving brith to her daughter, Shiloh (I'll get to her in a moment), she brought her own doctor with her in case there were any complications. At one point, she asked the doctor to go to a nearby hospital and see what they might need in terms of supplies or equipment. The doctor returned with a list that mainly consisted of equipment we take for granted here in a non-third world country. Medical personnel at this hospital would listen to the baby's heart beat by holding a wooden implement up to the mother's belly. It would amplify the sound in a very rudimentary way so the doctor could check on the baby.
Fetal heart monitors. Sonograms. Some of the 'basic' things mothers have aren't used. What struck me as 'funny' (ironic, not ha-ha) is that one hospital had the necessary machines, but no paper to put in the machine. So they had to use less than scientific methods of checking heart rhythms. For $1000 they could have enough paper for the machine to last them ten years. So while it may seem like a simple thing for someone to do, I'm fascinated that Angelina Jolie is doing it, because she asks.
When she's in a village, she helps by asking. Rather than donating money to have a hospital named after her she takes her doctor with her and asks what they need. To find out that it might be the simplest of things like paper seems almost laughable. Paper could change a persons life in Namibia.
About her role as a mother, they really didn't talk about that either too my disappointment. Her response to "why Namibia" was pretty basic. "Why not?" Which didn't really answer anything in my opinion. To quote Kathy Griffin, "I have a LOT of questions for Angelina Jolie."
Was this pregnancy planned? Do you want to have more biological children? Do you and Brad want to get married at some point? My questions are a little less CNN and a little more E! Which I'm perfectly fine with admitting.
I'm sure there will be many more 'exclusive' interview with the Most Famous Mother in the future. I'm sure I'll watch them. It's an addiction for me.
I posted this @ 6/22/2006 10:06:00 AM.............Need a link?..........
This isn't a new song. It's been out for a while now. I've loved it for a while now too. It's been out for well over a year. Since getting an iPod Everybody's Changing has been steadily climbing my Top 25 chart. With the recent subject of change being a topic on this blog, I suppose that could contribute to my fascination with the song and video.
Last weekend I was in Des Moines and caught the video on a TV in the mall. Once again, not a new thing. Yet, new to me. I haven't regularly watched MTV or VH1 since they stopped playing music videos. So I hadn't seen it. I stopped and watched the video like it was Dire Straits' Money For Nothing. I was captivated.
Here's the weird thing. The video? Isn't really that impressive. I mean, it's really simply done. It has a cool idea to it. The song is great. But the video certainly isn't anything groundbreaking or revolutionary. Yet, it is just a fascinating three and a half minutes that I keep watching over and over.
I posted this @ 6/19/2006 11:47:00 AM.............Need a link?..........
A CHANGE WOULD DO YOU GOOD
Let me preface all of this by saying that I am loathe to use the phrase Drama Queen in any description of myself. 1) I don't think I'm that dramatic. Sometimes my ramblings can seem so. I just think that speaking in the superlative can make for a better story. 2) I typically save all the drama for discussions that aren't digitally engraved into the internet so they can't be accessed as easily if someone wanted to prove it to me. Having said that, I have my DQ moments, like I'd bet most people do. I usually can snap myself out of a run-of-the-mill funk by reminding myslf that things could be worse. That method is just not working lately.
I've mentioned this as a sidenote before. My best friend and I can be quite opposite at times. Where he has stated that he doesn't like change, he deals with it a lot better than I do. I claim to like change, but really... Change is scary. Change can be unknown. Good or bad, Known can be planned for. You can prepare for Known. Unknown is much harder. There are too many variables. Too many what-ifs.
When I worked for a crisis hotline I would tell callers quite often that 99% of the what-ifs they could imagine weren't going to happen. That they would drive themselves crazy trying to plan for them all. I'm not being hypocritical when I say it now. I'm just not taking my own advice as often as I should.
Have you ever just woke up one day and felt like you just woke up? Suddenly things were clearer. You understood things that you'd struggled with before. The problems you faced in the past had attainable solutions. Yeah... that's not happened to me yet.
What has happened is that I wake up and realize the things I feel are missing in my life or have been left behind, I might not ever be able to have.
Can you mourn a life that never was? When is it too late to ressurect something you thought was gone forever?
There are friends that I've not spoken to in... in longer than I'd care to sit down and calculate because it drives home the realization of how much time has passed. There are things I've not done in a long time that I used to enjoy. The reason I try not to think about them is the same as the previous reason.
I try not to ball up and just let the world go by, but I fear that is what I've been doing. People, events, places, opportunities have come and gone and I've watched them. I even waved at a few of them as I stood there idly watching. Smiling to myself thinking that one day that'd be me. But motion like that takes action. Action takes motivation. Motivation takes a desire to change. Did I mention change is scary?
This isn't to say that I am looking for fault or a place for blame in anyone or any situation outside of myself. It is just something that has been on my mind and I needed to get it out. Hopefully get some perspective on it.
I posted this @ 6/16/2006 09:39:00 AM.............Need a link?..........
CATCH A FALLING STAR
Excuse me while I geek out for a moment.
This should end the never-ending debate once and for all. Or it will just sned nerds into a sci-fi frenzy that will be all-encompassing.
I posted this @ 6/16/2006 08:53:00 AM.............Need a link?..........
DOES THAT MAKE ME CRAZY
Allow me to geek out on, Star Wars, X-Men, and music all at the same time.
How did I manage to go this long without talking about X-Men 3?
So let's just get right into it. There will be a few minor spoilers. I'll try not to give away any endings or anything major.
The US military investigated building a "gay bomb", which would make enemy soldiers "sexually irresistible" to each other, government papers say.
It never came to fruition, but the idea that someone proposed this as a 'weapon' is hilarious.
1) Were they serious? 2) Could they make it in portable aersol form for personal use?
Some of the other bombs they had ideas for where a "Who Me?" bomb which would smell like liquid ass. A breath bomb which would inflict severe halitosis, thus making it hard to hide in a crowd. A "sting me/attack me" bomb which would cause wasps, bees, or rodents to attack a person. Or even a sunlight bomb that would make daylight exposure painful.
I posted this @ 6/14/2006 07:52:00 AM.............Need a link?..........
A main ingredient in beer may help prevent prostate cancer and enlargement, according to a new study. But researchers say don't rush out to stock the refrigerator because the ingredient is present in such small amounts that a person would have to drink more than 17 beers to benefit.
Oregon State University researchers say the compound xanthohumol, found in hops, inhibits a specific protein in the cells along the surface of the prostate gland.
More than 17 beers? In what time frame is unknown... because I know some fraternities that could probably have really healthy prostates.
I posted this @ 6/12/2006 11:16:00 AM.............Need a link?..........
I loved this commerical when I stumbled across it some years ago. And now with You Tube I can love it all over again.
I posted this @ 6/08/2006 10:33:00 AM.............Need a link?..........
GOING TO THE CHAPEL
There is a lot of talk about gay marriage. It is the hot topic in DC and other political circles lately. While I'm certainly not one to adequately discuss politics this was certainly a topic that hits home.
The question that I wondered was... "Is marraige a legal or religious institution?"
Which spawns several variations... Are you less married if you are married by someone outside of a church? If it is a religious institution, is it two gay people using the term "marriage" that goes against what they believe? Is it a word usage over a belief issue?
I think it is a good presumption that most Christian churches aren't kosher with gay unions irregardless of the word. If the government ever did grant equal rights to married gay couples they couldn't force any church to marry someone. Yet if the government gave rights to civil unions... this sends a mixed message to me. Like I was telling my best friend, as we discussed this... It's like putting me at the kid's table at Thanksgiving. Seperate, but equal.
Personally, I'm not religious enough that it is a strong desire for me to be married in a church. If a church was gay-accepting church, they probably don't have a problem with marrying to people. But that doesn't mean it is legally recognized.
So then is marriage more of a legal institution? Would it matter to you if you could marry another consenting adult, but it wouldn't be called a marriage. It might be called a civil-union. Would it matter that it had a seperate name? Would it matter that it came with it's own set of rights and rules? Would it matter that it was similar, but not the same to marriage?
I know that all this post is is a bunch of questions answering other questions. But I guess that is what makes debating and discussing an issue interesting. You'll at least have food for thought.
I might write more on this later. I'm still processing a lot of it. But I wanted to at least put this out there as an open topic.
I posted this @ 6/08/2006 09:48:00 AM.............Need a link?..........
JUST FOR THE TASTE OF IT
This is amazing! I'm actually a little scared of what it might mean to drink diet coke and eat mentos.
I posted this @ 6/06/2006 12:35:00 PM.............Need a link?..........
First I find out that Damien Rice will be opening for Fiona Apple. Now Nee points out to me that four of my other favorite bands are playing 'near-by'. It's like the music gods are calling my name to ports afar.
Right now... I'm the color of this blog.
I posted this @ 6/06/2006 09:50:00 AM.............Need a link?..........
FEELIN' HOT HOT HOT
I've always been a picky eater. I would never make a good chef, because half the stuff I just wouldn't eat. Not even for the sake of preparing it for someone else. Growing up with my grandparents my Grandmother had two very difficult people to cook for me. Me, obviously... The other person was my Grandfather. He didn't like spicy food. Salt and pepper were a must, but anything much spicier than that and he couldn't handle it. Tomatoes were about the spiciest thing he'd eat. As a result, much of her food was bland, flavor-wise, but still tasty.
What is less than scientific is what our sense of tastes changes too. I can remember loving plum baby food. I can't explain it, but I know I did. Seeing, even smelling, the stuff now is disgusting to me. I suppose that might change if I had a kid. Even seeing a regular plum draws thesame reaction from me. At some point in my life I couldn't get enough fried zucchini. I loved the stuff. I'd eat it with every meal if I could. Then one day I just stopped. No more. I was done. It was dead to me now. No explination.
Once I started to cook for myself, I discovered how much I enjoy cooking. I loved finding a new recipe and trying to prepare it. I loved tasting new spices. I loved taste 'exotic' flavors. Chinese food. Mexican seasoning. Italian sauces. Indian curried flavors. Greek! I was in heaven. Everything was so new to me, having never been exposed to it before.
Even now though my tastes are still changing. Recently I've discovered that jalapenos hold no more thrill for me. Where before the heat from a good jalapeno was enjoyable. Now, I just don't care for it. I still crave and enjoy the heat from other foods, even vinegary foods like pepperoncinis. Yet the magic of jalapenos seems to have worn off. Maybe it's a temporary thing. Maybe not.
Nachos will never been the same again.
I posted this @ 6/06/2006 07:27:00 AM.............Need a link?..........
FEEL GOOD TIME
I have to say that I find the whole series of ads with the family of bears shitting in the woods clever. At the same time I think they have pushed the envelope of appropriateness juuuuust a smidge. Still... damned funny!
I posted this @ 6/05/2006 01:51:00 PM.............Need a link?..........
FOREVER IN BLUE JEANS
Have you ever heard the theory about looking good to feel good? I am a believer in it. Not that I am vain, by any means as anyone that really knows me can attest. Simply saying that there are times when the easiest way to pick-me-up is to put on somethign that makes me feel good.
For me... there is nothing quite like feeling that is associated with a good pair of blue jeans. They really are a mood elevator for me. It's not solely the jeans. Part of it has to do with the shoes. I have a couple pairs of shoes that when I wear them with jeans, I'll find myself literally strutting down the hall. A very confident stride as my hiking boots clop down the hall.
I have no first hand experience of this, but several friends that are females have claimed similar type experiences from make-up use. So I guess the concept isn't wholly alien to other people.
What's your good mood clothing?
I posted this @ 6/03/2006 10:41:00 AM.............Need a link?..........
SHE'S GOT ISSUES
While we are on the subject of analyzing my personality. Allow me a few moments to tell you about my bubble. My personal space. The area around me in which I allow or disallow people to enter. Everyone has a bubble. Not everyone's bubble is the same size. My bubble depends on who I am around, as most would.
When I was working at Boys Town in the group home there would be times when all eight boys would need my attention for various issues. They would all crowd around me calling my name. My Hollywood Moment where I would pretend they were star-glazed fans. Typically two of them wanted to go to the gym. Another might need help with his homework. At any given time there'd be a dispute over who had a long time-share of the Play Station. Another might be checking to begin helping with dinner. And there was always at least one person in serious trouble for something.
It was an unwritten rule that if I could swing my arms and hit someone then they were standing too close. It didn't take long to realize the need for and establish that personal rule.
With my co-workers, if we all take the escalator there is an unspoken established pattern to which we get on the elevator. We end up standing on every other step in a staggered formation. Whether intentional or not, we end up that way. That way no one is standing too close. Yet, not far enough away that they can't hear what someone else is saying.
Well this doesn't happen with strangers. There is not that daily routine to establish patterns. Heading out of the building I misjudged the escalator step and ended up standing on the next step up from a gentleman. I had easily and unintentionally placed him in my bubble. To make matter more off-putting a lady stepped on to the step behind me. Either she too misjudged the escalator or has a smaller bubble than I do.
This will occasionally happen at restaurants as well. There are several places where I feel like I know the staff on a first name basis. Which is nice when it comes to service and the occasional perk.
While dining out last night, I knew the waitress on a very superficial level. As she was taking my order she was standing very close to me. Which overall wouldn't have been an issue, normally. This created a problem with 'geography'. When I'd turn to her I was either staring at her stomach. If I turned and looked 'up' at her I was straining my neck to do so and most likely making some pained expression. I could just look up and speak and not look at her at all.
Now... I know there are ways around this. But that is not the point of this post. It's all about the bubble. When it's ok to be in it and when it's not.
Clearly I have issues...
I posted this @ 6/02/2006 01:10:00 PM.............Need a link?..........
DON'T YOU FORGET ABOUT ME
I'm not the biggest breakfast fan. More correctly, I love breakfast foods, just not at breakfast time. I don't eat a whole lot in terms of breakfast. I save the big meals for lunch and/or dinner.
This morning I woke up STARVING which isn't totally uncommon. Though I knew today I'd not make it till lunchtime. I grabbed a Coke from the fridge and bagged up a ziploc of Cap'n Crunch. Add that on top of feeling a little emo anyway and suddenly I'm Aly Sheedy in The Breakfast Club. Where are my Pixie Stix?
Now only if Molly Ringwald will come over and give me a makeover.
I posted this @ 6/01/2006 08:28:00 AM.............Need a link?..........
SONG BENEATH THE SONG
If you're lost you can look - and you will find me Time after time If you fall I will catch you - I'll be waiting Time after time
Sunrays and saturdays Perfect starry nights Sweet dreams and moonbeams And a love that's warm and bright Sunrays and saturdays Friendship strong and true Oceans of blue and a room with a view To live the life you choose
I stopped feeling good, somehow I just knew I would I guess I'll sleep another hour Feels like I'm wasting my time Hanging on this same old line Got to get you off of my mind There's nothing left for me to find
And all the more I want All the more I need All the while you want something more
Till I opened my eyes and walked out the door And the clouds came tumbling down And it's bye-bye, goodbye, I tried And I twisted it wrong just to make it right Had to leave myself behind I've been flying high all night So come pick me up...I've landed