Tuesday, February 28, 2006

Quiz: What Famous Movie Kiss Are You?

"The Pirates of the Caribbean" Kiss!

What Famous Movie Kiss Are You?
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Random Bitching Between Friends

My friend Dylan and I debate about everything. Books, movies, clothes, T.V. shows, shoes, the color of the sky. It doesn't matter the subject, if there are opposing sides, we each take up the gauntlet and pick one, then debate about it.

It’s all done in good fun. We know we’re just arguing to argue. There’s really no heat behind our arguments. But the problem is, we both like to win. And neither of us is willing to give up until the other admits defeat. Which, as you can imagine, hardly ever happens.

Now, occasionally Isabel and Grace jump in and debate with us, but most of the time they just sit back and enjoy the show.

Here’s an example of what happens when one of us gives up.

Dylan: Someone's pmsing!!
Isabel: oooo the pmsing punch.......
Holly: Come on, dude! I really need it today...I'm all kinds of premenstural here! *sigh*
Isabel: *gets out popcorn and soda*
Dylan: Dude whatever, you're just always trying to start a fight, we already had our fight last week, so you'll just have to go read that fight to keep you good for this week...I'm not biting today!
Holly: Yep, and it sucks! I tried to pick a fight with MM last night and he was having none of it...Come on Dee, take one for the team. LOL
Isabel: *still eating popcorn, just brought over some Pepsi.*
Dylan: LOL, you dork Isabel...I guess I do have a bit of time to fight with Queen PMS! LOL
Isabel: hey, I'm just enjoying the show.
Holly: Ok, my heart just isn’t in this argument. I don't even want to reply..*sigh* I suck..LOL (yeah, I still can’t believe I gave up, either.)
Isabel: …and DYLAN WINS!
Dylan: I'm popping my collar and taking my bow, thank you, thank you!
Holly: Yep, this one's Dee's. Cuz I suck! LOL
Dylan: *doing my happy dance around Holly* *snicker*
Holly: Dammit..I'm being gracious here and admitting that you won..I don't think you need to rub that shit in, ok? SHEESH!
You know I hate losing...and I only gave up cuz I'm PMSing and my moods are all crazy...not that I'd admit that to just anyone..LOL
Dylan: Continuing to do my shoulder happy dance around you as Isabel showers me with rose pedals!....ROFLOL.
Isabel: *throws rose petals*
Dylan: ROFL, I do love you Izzy, damn I'm rollin' over here, but I'm still doing my happy dance throwing my shoulder dance as well, hehe! LOL
Holly: You're gonna hurt my feelings again and make me cry and then I'm going to have to blog about it and then you won't talk to me for a day or two! Just like last time. Punk ass.
Isabel: *throws rose petals at Holly, skips and frolics. Grabs a Pepsi and Reeses cups and places them at Holly's feet. Then continues to frolic*
Holly: Love you, Big Sister.
Dylan: Okay, I'm sorry............................not really! LMAO!
Holly: yeah, I figured *sniffle*
Isabel: Ok, keep throwing out big sister and I'm taking the pepsi away.
Holly: er..sorry..I MEANT my favorite sister!
Isabel: Yeah, that's what I thought.

Yeah, we're freaks, but it suits us...and at least we're not alone....

Why is it ok for them, but not ok for me?

Last week Cookie did a Google search for a real estate company and she and I were both very disturbed (and extremely angry) by some of the site the search returned.



That pisses me off so damn bad. I have nothing against homosexuals. I may not morally agree with their choice, but it's not my place to judge and I certainly don't look down on them for it. But I have to wonder, why do they have to flaunt it?

How hypocritical is it for a homosexual person to say they want special rights and such for themselves because of their sexual orientation? If I, as a straight, white woman, created a mortgage company or real estate agency (or anything else, for that matter) I would be sued so fast my head would spin. Or I'd be labeled a "hater", or some such thing.

So I ask you, why is it ok for a minority to flaunt their difference, but not ok for a majority to? WhY do we have organizations such as the NAACP (National Association for the Advancement of Colored People)? Or the UNCF (United Negro College Fund)? I understand the need for such organizations. I'm all for people having the opportunity to better themselves, but it's not about that anymore. It's turned into something so much worse.

And I have to wonder, would it be alright then, for me to have UCCF (United Caucasian College Fund)? Could I start up my own company strictly for straight men and women? Perhaps straightelitelending.com?

I'm not prejudiced. As far as I'm concerned, God created all men equal. No matter the color of your skin, you're going to bleed the same color I do. And I firmly believe it's not the outside appearance of someone but what's inside of them. But does that mean I shouldn't be offended by all of this racial profiling? Which is basically what's happening. Why is it ok for a black man to insult me because my skin is a different color than his, but not the other way around?

I believe in equality for all men and women, regardless of race, heritage or sexual orientation. Some of my very best friends are black, or gay, or brown. It doesn't matter to me. But I don't believe in playing the victim.

Just because I'm white doesn't mean my ancestors didn't have issues, too.

Monday, February 27, 2006

What Song Was #1 When You Were Born?

#1 Songs.

Got this from Teena who got it from The Bungee Ventures who got it from this site. I'm such a good little stealer...;)

The day and year I was born:

#1 in the US

Donna Summer's Bad Girl

#1 in the UK

Are Friends Electic? by Tubeway Army

My Life Songs (18th birthday):


I'll Be Missing You ~ Puff Daddy and Faith Evans


D'you Know What I Mean
by Oasis

Friday, February 24, 2006

Being A Drama Queen

I recently found an online quiz and gave it to my sister. She scored a 90%. I wasn't surprised at all, but she freaked out about it. "I am NOT. Why did you make me take that stupid test anyway? If you were a real sister, you wouldn't say stupid things like that. That's just dumb. Oh My Gosh, did I tell you that I ran into...."

Well, have you guessed what test it was that my sister took? Yep, Are You A Drama Queen.

Here were her results:

You should get an Oscar for your dramatic flair. You tend to blow situations out of proportion, overreact and make mountains out of molehills. While this might keep your life interesting and provide the occasional laugh, it's also got to be pretty hard on you. It's exhausting riding a constant emotional roller coaster! Both for your own sake and the peace-of-mind of those closest to you, you should really learn to chill out a little. Try to keep things in perspective - something may seem like a major life crisis at the moment, but will you even remember it in a month (or day) from now? You can keep your passion for the dramatic (a tiger never changes its stripes), but consider toning it down before you wear yourself out!

I've never read truer words than those.

With my sister - and her test results in mind - I've decided to start a new series of blogs: How To Be A Drama Queen: Lessons from my Sister.

You maybe wondering just what exactly a drama queen is. Well, I've compiled a list of things (based on the recent actions of my sister) to help you firmly cement in your mind the exact definition of a Drama Queen. You'll want to pay special attention to see if you're a Drama Queen yourself.

Without further ado...

You Know You're A Drama Queen When:

1) You order a simple meal at a resturaunt and complicate it as much as possible by adding or removing items. Then send it back at least twice while complaining as loudly as possible about the shabby service you've received.

2) Your best friend calls to tell you she has to reschedule your lunch date and you freak out and accuse her of ditching you...again. You then run to your computer so you can post a blog about what a terrible friend she is.

3) You apologize to said friend for overreacting a week later....but be sure to point out it was really her fault to begin with. After all, if she hadn't cancelled, the drama never would have happened to begin with.

4) Your boyfriend forgets to call you back one night and you immediately assume it's because he's with another woman and you drive to his house and pound on his door, screaming at the top of your lungs, "I know you're with that little bitch. I swear I'll kill you, you dick." Until his mother opens the door and informs you that he's been asleep - alone - for more than an hour. Which makes perfect sense to her, because it's 3 O'Clock in the damn morning.

5) You thank your mother for being beautiful so that you could be, too.

6) While at a family function where pictures are being taken, you be sure that you're included in each and every one of them and then loudly proclaim, "Let's take a picture of myself next....with my new handbag." Then strike a pose worthy of any cover model.

7) You get a flat tire while driving to your sister's house and call all 125 people in your contact list to see which one of them slashed your tires. Then call your sister, swear your ex did it and ask her to come rescue you. While waiting for her to arrive you call your ex-best friend from high school to tell her what happened - even though you haven't spoken in years - and burst out crying when she hangs up on you.

8) After your sister comes to the rescue, you call the dealership where you bought your car - two years ago - and scream at them for selling you a lemon. You then call the Better Business Bureau and report them. When you hang up you break down in tears and bemoan the fact that your entire life sucks and your car is a POS.

9) You take your car in the next day to have the tire fixed and they tell you they found a nail, you accuse them of lying and trying to cheat you. Then can't understand why they barred you from the premisis.

10) You see this blog and a) nod your head in agreement because someone you know acts just like this or b) gasp as loudly as possible and copy/paste it to all of your friends, swearing the bitch that wrote this is a psycho drama queen herself and should have her ass kicked.

So, are you a Drama Queen? If not, stay tuned for Lesson One, coming shortly and you too, can learn.

Guilty Pleasures

Edited to put my answers in...hehehe

My guilty pleasures:

1) Romance Novels: I'm obsessed and addicted. I read between 5 and 25 a week. I can't help it. I just can't get enough of those HEA's!

2) Reeces Peanut Butter Cups: I love them. I know it's wrong! I just can't help myself!

3) The Phone: I'm on the phone constantly! Sometimes I'm on the phone for 6 or 7 hours a night (freakin Dylan and Isabel!). It's terrible! LOL

4) Movies: Gone With The Wind. I watch this movie at least once a month. Maybe I don't watch the entire thing every time, but I fast forward to my favorite parts and watch them over and over again. Same goes for Legally Blonde.

5) Hot Men: Pictures of them. I'm always on the lookout for new eyecandy! YUM!

6) (this one is kind of a secret...so, SHHHHH!) Firefighters: Specifically the ones across the street from my office. At least five times a day I go outside to see if they're outside. The other day they were doing yard work and I got my digital camera all quick so I could take pictures. hehehehe

7) Stealing stuff from Isabel's blog: Doesn't matter what, I just like to do it. Love you, Izzy!

There you have it ladies, my guilty pleasures....The real ones.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Quiz: How Evil Are You?

See! I told y'all that I'm hardly even evil! Jeez!

You Are 44% Evil

You are evil, but you haven't yet mastered the dark side.
Fear not though - you are on your way to world domination.

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Tales of the Devil Woman: Episode 9

We all have a fear of being alone. Or most of us, anyway. Sure, we all like a little bit of alone time. A day at home alone to read a good book or watch a good movie. A night at home to soak in a hot tub and drink a glass of wine. But in the general scheme of things, we don't want to be alone.

I suffer from this myself. I live alone with my two children and while I enjoy the solitude I get once my children are in bed, I miss having someone there to talk to. Or I used to.

Now, I talk to the Devil Woman.

The poor woman seems to suffer from an extreme case of Separation Anxiety. She can't go more than a few hours without talking to me. Really, it's kind of cute.

We work together. So basically, from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. we're together non-stop. Yes, you heard right, that's 8 full hours of enjoying each others company. Now, I love DW. She gave birth to me and for that I'll always be extremely grateful. But really, is it necessary to keep in contact or see each other 24/7?

It's not like I can close my office door at work and block her out part of the day, either. I don't have a door, or an office. My desk is directly across from hers, so I see her. All. Day. Long.

Now, you would think that would suffice. Right? Apparently not.

We leave the office at 5 p.m. and most of the time we walk out together. We bid each other farewell and say, "I'll see you tomorrow. Love you." I go pick up my kids and she heads home.

Then my phone rings. At 6:00.

DW: "So, I got home and blah, blah, blah."

We talk for a few minutes about whatever and sign off.

My phone rings again at 8:00.

DW: "So, I just got off the phone with so and so and blah, blah, blah."

Again, we talk for a few minutes and then sign off.

At 9:30, the phone rings yet again.

DW: "Listen, I'm headed to bed, but I just wanted to tell you blah, blah, blah."

We sign off and I roll my eyes. Finally, some peace and quiet. I sit down with my book or at the computer and the phone rings again.

DW: "Oh, I forgot to tell you...."

I sigh, make the appropriate noises and finally get her off the phone an hour later.

This is a daily occourance. To make matters worse, she can't go a day without seeing me, either.

We're together for 8 hours a day 5 days a week and we still see each other on the weekends.

DW: "So, you want to see a movie with me this weekend?"


DW: "Should we do lunch tomorrow?"


DW: "Let's have a BBQ this weekend."


DW: "Want to go to Cancun for Thanksgiving?" (Did I mention how much I love that woman? No, well let me do so now. hehehe)

Suffice it to say, I'm pretty sure the Devil Woman suffers from a severe case of separation anxiety.

When I was telling her about this blog, she said, "I do not have separation anxiety. I don't even like you."

I said, "Uh-huh. So if I decided to move to -"
She cut me off, "Eff that. You're not ever moving more than half an hour away."

Yeah, that's what I thought.


I've been feeling kind of Meh lately. You know how it is. You're just kind of feeling blah and not really interested in much. That's me right now.

I'm not reading anything. Last weekend I re-organized and cataloged all of my books and realized I have 825 books of which 125 I still haven't read. I bought 11 new ones on Friday when I went out for "girl therapy" and I'm not even close to interested in reading them.

I'm not really watching anything on T.V. I'm newly addicted to Grey's Anatomy, but it's only on on Sunday's. There are, I'm sure, a number of movies I'd like to see, but none of them are on digital cable or IControl at the moment, so I'm not doing that, either.

I have 14 different stories I'm in the process of writing. Some as far along as the epilogue. Yeah, not interested in writing, either. This includes my blog.

I really should write a new Episode in Tales of the Devil Woman, but again I say, "Meh." Even she's not irritating me like normal. Ok, that's a flat out lie, but I guess I'm feeling to lazy too write about it.

I've recently (ok, a few months ago) discovered a new band that I'm absolutely in love with. Matt Thomas Music. They're just getting ready to hit the studio and I really hope they make it big. I really hope they go far, but even so, I'm just not excited about it like I should be.

I'm not even excited about stealing stuff from my favorite Big Sister, Isabel. The world may be ending soon, so start preparing yourselves. *snicker*

So, it's obvious I need something to bring me out of this slump. A new book? A new band? A new T.V. show (oh, gosh, I can hear Dee and Grace's shouts of delight from here..*sigh*)? A new movie? An entirely new hobby?


Quiz: What Color Should Your Blog Be?

I've been looking thru blogger templates trying to find a new one for myself, so I thought this was kind of fitting. ;)

Your Blog Should Be Purple

You're an expressive, offbeat blogger who tends to write about anything and everything.
You tend to set blogging trends, and you're the most likely to write your own meme or survey.
You are a bit distant though. Your blog is all about you - not what anyone else has to say.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Being White Trash

So, there have been a few times when I've been accused of being White Trash. Or a Redneck. At said times I vehemently denied the charges. Moi? White Trash? Never!

But, you know, the more I thought about it, the more I realized there are some things I've done in the past that may have led some people to believe that I was white trash.

So, with that in mind, I decided it's confession time. Here you'll find a list of things that could possibly be construed as Trashy. You be the judge: White Trash/Redneck or Not?

At one time I lived in a home (ok, ok, I owned the damn thing..sheesh) that sat on wheels.

When I hear the rumble of a Harley Davidson my head whips around, my eyes glaze over and it's quite possible drool runs down my chin.

I would love to own a pickup truck with a four to six inch lift kit. And a modified exhaust system.

I'm much more comfortable in a garage/barn under the hood of a car than I am in a business suit, heels and makeup. (Though, unfortunately, I live in mostly the latter)

Direct quote from my mother: "My new tooth should be here before we go to Vegas." I'm not making that up, I swear!

I'm pretty sure that Jeff Foxworthy get's 95% of his You Might Be A Redneck If jokes from my family.

At one time I stood on the front porch of my home-on-wheels - with a baby on one hip, another running around in the yard in only a diaper and me wearing a halter-top, cut-offs and no shoes - and screamed at the rat bastard for being just that...a rat bastard. (Ok, so it wasn't quite that bad, but you get the picture)

So, there you go. I'm sure I could come up with several more examples, but I have the feeling I've debased myself enough as is..

Happy Freakin Valentines Day

First, plans for today:
I'll be spending the evening with my kids. I rented a movie for them to watch and we're going to decorate sugar cookies. Otherwise, nothing. MM has to work tonight at 6 and he'll be sleeping all day today, and I hate Valentines Day, so I can't imagine that I'll be doing anything.

Favorite Valentine's Day Memory:
1) A boy I knew who had a crush on me ( and who later that year died in a car accident) bought me a dozen roses. He had one of his friends bring them to me at my house and then showed up later with balloons and asked if I'd like to have dinner with him. We ended up seeing a movie together instead and he was really sweet. It didn't work out for us, but we stayed good friends until his accident.

Worst Valentine's Day Memory:
The Rat Bastard wasn't ever big on V-Day's, so we never really did anything, but one year his brother and sister-in-law invited us to dinner with them at a fairly nice Steak House in our hometown. On the way there we passed by a gas station where two girls were getting out of their car. They turned toward the street and waved at us. I just looked at them, but the RB waved. I questioned him about who they were and he proceeded to inform me that they (the girls) were ones he and his friend had picked up one night while they were out.
Then he told me how he'd been cheating on me basically nonstop for about three years. Then he pulled up into the Steak House parking lot, kissed me on the cheek and asked if I was ready for dinner.

Good times, good times.

Monday, February 13, 2006

Our 2nd Date

MM does sweet things for me all the time. Little things that mean more than big, grand gestures. For example:

This weekend we rented movies. I wanted to see Just Like Heaven. I asked him to pick up the movies and said I'd get dinner. I told him to get JLH and whatever else he wanted. He came back with Robots for the kids, Just Like Heaven and The Fog. I'd forgotten, but I'd wanted to see The Fog the weekend before that and it was out. He remembered and got it for me. See, sweet stuff like that.

But nothing tops our second date...

We had our First Date on a Saturday. He called me on the Sunday after and we talked for hours on the phone. It just so happened that I had the following Monday off and had a shoe shopping excursion planned for the day. MM asked if he could join me.

Yeah, that's what I said, too. The conversation went something like this:

MM: Do you want to do something on Monday.
Me: I have plans already. I'm going shoe shopping.
MM: Are you going alone? Or with someone else?
Me: Alone, why?
MM: I'd like to come with, if that's ok.
Me: You want to come shoe shopping with me? (this said in my most disbelieving, suspicous voice). Do you understand what this entails?
MM: Honestly, at this point I don't care. I'd do anything or go anywhere just to be able to spend more time with you.
Me: Aww. Ok, but don't say I didn't warn you.

You have to understand about me and shoe shopping. I'm like a woman possessed when I go shopping for shoes. I hate shopping most of the time, but once in awhile I get the urge to look at new shoes and it's on then. I have a system, and a rule, when I go. I start at one end of the mall and hit every store that carries shoes. From JC Penny's to Dale's Shoe Emporium, not one rack is left un-pursued. Not one shoe is left untried. It even scares me a little.

My rule? Unless I absolutely cannot live without it, I don't buy anything. I find the ones I really like and then I either wait for them to go on sale or I look for them at a bargain shop. I really hate paying full price for shoes.

So MM said he wanted to join me and I tried to warn him. Really, I did.

We agreed to meet at 11:00 a.m. at the mall and I was running a little late. I got there about 11:15 and found MM sitting outside of Penny's. I kiss his cheek, give him one last warning and set off to do what I do best: Try on shoes.

When we finally left the mall at 4:00 that afternoon we'd been to 16 different stores and I hadn't bought one single thing. That's right, we shopped for 5 hours and I didn't puchase a single thing.

MM was a real trooper. He offered his opinion when I asked for it. He didn't complain or whine that I was taking too long. He didn't even try to skip out to hit the music store or check out the electronics in Sears. He followed behind me and we laughed and joked and talked and had a great time. He told me later that towards the end he made up a game in his head to keep from getting bored. When we'd walk into a new store he'd look over the racks and then try to pick the shoes he thought I would try on. He said I constantly surprised him. Just when he thought he had me pegged and knew which shoes I'd like to try on, I'd pick a completely off the wall pair.

I was very impressed with him. He told me later that it wasn't something he'd like to do all the time, but he didn't regret one minute of it. And he'd definitely go again....someday.

To be honest, I think that's the day I realized he wouldn't be going anywhere. I can't imagine any other man suffering for that long and sticking around afterwards.

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Quiz: How Abnormal Are You?

Love you, Isabel...and I am NOT a psychopath!

You Are 28% Abnormal

You are at high risk for being a psychopath. It is very likely that you have no soul.

You are at low risk for having a borderline personality. It is unlikely that you are a chaotic mess.

You are at low risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is unlikely that you are in love with your own reflection.

You are at medium risk for having a social phobia. It is somewhat likely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement.

You are at low risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is unlikely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer.

Quiz: What Superheroine Are You?

Yet another thing I stole from Isabel...Thanks, babe.

You Are Buffy the Vampire Slayer

"We saved the world. I say we have to party."

Friday, February 10, 2006

Random Things About Me

Stole this off Isabel. Because she called and told me to and because I have a MASSIVE case of hero-worship for that girl...*snicker*

PORN STAR NAME (name of your first pet and your first vehicle)
Misty Rabbit

1 MINUTE AGO: talking on the phone to Isabel
1 HOUR AGO: working
1 DAY AGO: working then sitting at home, watching Fantastic Four
1 YEAR AGO: Filing for a divorce
I HATE: stupid people, stupid drivers, stupid pop star divas
I FEAR: heights, Isabel(What, she's scary) and the S word (sorry, I can't say it, but they have webs)
I FEEL: blah
I HIDE: my teddy bear
I MISS: being able to shop for shoes whenever I feel like it
I NEED: to clean my house
I KNOW: That Isabel is older than me *snicker*
I THINK: I'm ready for a beer


First piercing: age 9
First credit card: 2 years ago
First musician you remember hearing in your house: my father and Eric Clapton


Last big car ride: To L.A to see Keith Urban with Daphne and Dylan
Last movie seen in theaters: Narnia
Last food consumed: Clam Chowder
Last person you called: escrow
Last CD played: A mix I burned
Last drink drank: Coffee
Last time scolded: Today, by the Devil Woman, for stealing her lighter. Yeah, I did it on purpose.


I AM: ready to go home
I HAVE: to meet a friend after work for drinks (yay me)
I WISH: I could read books for a living
I WONDER: What Isabel will post next that I can steal
I SING: With the radio..and I suck..LOL
I CRY: When I'm really, really angry or watching something sad.
I AM ALWAYS: Checking Isabel's blog for new stuff to steal
I WON'T: Ever be older than Isabel's *snicker*


COLOR: Sage Green (or a slight variation thereof)
DAY: Saturday
MONTH: April
SEASON: Spring/Suumer
DRINK: Pepsi


CRIED?: no
SAID 'i love you'?: yes
TALKED TO AN EX?: Ugh..unfortunately..freakin RB

Ok, Isabel, what's next?

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

My Little Secrets...

Alright, so we're discussing Sophie Kinsella's Can You Keep A Secret this month and Isabell and Grace spilled theirs, so I'm following suit here. I'm scurred. haha

1) I still sleep with a teddy bear. When MM first started sleeping over, I hid it under the bed so he wouldn't know, then I'd pull it out after he fell asleep. I made sure I woke up before him, too, to hide it again.

2) Sometimes when I go shoe shopping and I find a pair I love but can't afford to buy I hide them in the store somewhere until I can come back for them. Like in the middle of a clothes rack. It works, too.

3) If I'm reading a particularily good book, I'll go into work late so I can finish it.

4) Of course, I lie and say I was doing something else instead. I've had a lot of flat tires.

5) I hate porn, but sometimes I read the articles in Penthouse.

6) Sometimes, when the Rat Bastard calls to talk to the kids, I lie and say they're with my mom so he can't talk to them.

7) Sometimes when DW brings lunch into work I'll eat it and then blame it on Cookie.

9) I hate tomatoes, so if I order a sandwhich and they forget to leave them off I tell them I'm allergic so they make me a new one.

10) I'm the one who ate all of the Peanut Butter Cheesecake at Thanksgiving last year.

11) I had an imaginary friend when I was little named Marlon. He was mexican and he ate all the ice cream.

12) Sometimes I still talk to him.

13) Sometimes I'll get a quart of ice cream and eat the entire thing in one sitting. And even though I live alone and there's no one to catch me or care, I'll hide the carton at the bottom of the garbage can.

14) If I'm on the phone with someone and I want to get off I'll call myself from my cell phone and say it's my mom calling on the other line.

15) When my kids ask me the definition of a word and I don't know, I make it up.

Alright, that's it for now. I know I have more, but a girl has to keep some things to herself, right?

Monday, February 06, 2006


Ok, so I was kind of a hellraiser when I was younger. I didn't party at all, but I did get into lots of mischief.

When I was in 6th grade I lived in an apartment. My best friend and I were on our way home from school and saw a walnut tree. I'm not sure if you've ever seen them on a tree before, but they're hard in the center and kind of squishy on the outside. And they're green and fuzzy.

Anyway, for whatever reason, we picked an entire basket full of them. I have absolutely no idea why we did this. I couldn't have told you that day what made us decide to pick them. It was just random.

So we bring them to my house and she's spending the night that night, so we set them aside and do whatever. My mom had to work that night, so we were at home with a babysitter. Later that evening, we take them outside and we start throwing them into the street, trying to get them to land under the car tires as people drove by, cuz they made this really cool sound when a car hit them.

My friend goes inside to use the bathroom and I'm standing out there by the street alone when I hear a car in the distance. I grab a walnut and get ready to whip it - underhand - under the car when it comes by. I see the headlights (it's dark by now) and take aim. As soon as the car is within range, I whip that sucker as hard as possible....and hit the windshield.

I hear it shatter and completely freak out. I take off running, away from my house, and I hear the screech of brakes and some guy screaming, "Get back here you little bitch." I'm totally freaked out at this point, so I run through all of the buildings in the complex (about 8) and end up back at my house. I hide in the closet for a little while, shaking and crying, and finally get in the shower.

I've been out of the shower about 10 minutes when the cops show up. They ask us questions and evil little punks that we are, we say we heard my neighbor (this horrible girl I hated) running through the halls and slamming her door. The cop leaves and that's the end of that. I was SOOO thankful that I got away with it.

Or so I thought.

Flash forward a few years. I'm now a Sophmore in High School (that's 10th year, Gracie-girl..hehe). My parents have since bought a house on the outskirts of town, but my friend lives about three blocks down from my old apartments. She's having a party and I'm there with my boyfriend. He and I get into this argument about something (I honestly don't remember what now) and we leave in his truck, still arguing and whatever. He drives up and parks across from my old apartments.

We finally make up and we're just sitting there talking and I say, "I used to live right there, did you know that?"
"Where?" He demands.
I look at him funny and say, "Right there, in those apartments."
He gives me a funny look and says suspiciously, "Which one."
I point to the building and he says, "Which apartment?"
Again I point and he looks at me and says, "You're the little bitch that busted out my windshield, aren't you?"
I gape at him. "Are you kidding me?" I ask, completely dumbfounded.

So yeah, turns out he was the one driving by that night. Is that freakin random, or what?

Oh, and just for the record, he was four years older than I was. He'd just gotten his license when that windshield thing happened and he was speeding, so his dad took his car away for 6 months. *sigh* I'm such a great girlfriend. hehehe

Sunday, February 05, 2006

My First Kiss

I had my first boyfriend when I was in 2nd grade. His name was Jamie and he sent me a note that asked if I'd "go with him" and to check yes or no. I checked yes and later that day at recess his friend John Paul ran up to me and said I had to kiss him because I'd signed a contract. I punched Jamie in the nose and took off running toward the school. I ran into another kid and smacked my nose pretty good. Me and Jamie ended up in the nurses office for the rest of the afternoon...both of our noses bleeding like crazy. But still no kiss.

When I was in 5th grade, a boy named Mike asked me to be his girlfriend. I said yes and we continued to "see" each other at school. He bought me a necklace for valentines day - a locket - and tried to lean in for a kiss. I kicked him in the balls instead and he spent 2 hours on the ground outside after lunch recess. Yeah, I was hell on wheels.

Then, when I was in 6th grade, I met another boy. His name was Travis and he followed me home from school all the time. He had the most amazing blue eyes I've ever seen...even up to this day. I used to stare at him and my heart would pound and my stomach would quiver and I'd think, "You're amazing." But wouldn't ever say it aloud.

It was summer and we were running around in my front yard and he tackled me. He ended up on top of me and his blue eyes bore into mine and then he said, "I think I caught a keeper." And he leaned in a planted his lips on mine. Birds chirped, thunder boomed and my world tilted on it's axis. Then he raised his head and said, "Yep, definitely a keeper." and started chasing me around the yard again. I didn't stop smiling for a week.

A few months later Travis' family moved to another state and we lost touch with each other. Then, shortly before I got married, I ran into him again. He said he'd been living in Colorado and that he'd missed me like crazy. He said he thought about me all the time and wanted to see me again before he left to go back home. He even told me he wanted me to have his children.

As the Rat Bastard and I were always fighting at that point, I can honestly say I considered it. I considered grabbing what I could fit into one suitcase and hopping in his truck and moving to Colorado. I didn't, but man did I consider it.

I have seen or heard from him since, but sometimes I still think about him. Where he's living, if he's married, if he ever thinks about me.

I guess sometimes, even if you don't want to, you think about What Might Have Been.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Books In Common

I saw this on Dylan's blog and I wanna play...you guys can play along too...

The object of this game is as follows: Copy this list of 10 authors. Remove the authors not on your book shelves and replace them with authors that are on your book shelves, be sure to place all replaced authors in bold.

Dylan's List:

1) Julie Garwood
2) Karen Marie Moning
3) Candace Bushnell
4) Linda Howard
5) Sophie Kinsella
6) Melissa Senate
7) Julia Quinn
8) Sherrilyn Kenyon
9) Linda Curnyn
10) Marian Keyes

My List:

1) Julie Garwood
2) Karen Marie Moning
3) Rachel Gibson
4) Linda Howard
5) Sophie Kinsella
6) Pamela Clare
7) Julia Quinn
8) Sherrilyn Kenyon
9) Kat Martin
10) Christine Feehan
Your turn.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

How I Like My Men

I like my men how I like my coffee.....Ground up and in the freezer.

Stole this from my very dear friend, Only Nola. Thanks, bebe. You're the best..;)

Tales of the Devil Woman: Episode 8

We're Italian. And proud of it. We talk with our hands a lot. We use Italian Hand Gestures on a regular basis. We're the quintessential Italian Family.

Now, most Italian mothers want to see their daughters settled down with a nice Italian man with a good job, keeping house and popping out kids and getting fat, right? Not so the Devil Woman.

DW on Holly not having sex in three years: "Either pick some random guy up in a bar, or I'll buy you one. Either way, you're getting some soon."

DW on meatloaf sandwiches: "I don't care if the kids are hungry. You set mine aside first, they can eat Peanut Butter and Jelly."

DW on Holly having eaten too much: "Go in the bathroom and stick your finger down your throat. After you throw up a couple of times, you'll be the same size you were in High School."

DW on Holly bitching about this (which almost happened again today): "Shut the hell up or you'll see what it's like to have the bottle shoved up your ass."

Really, the list goes on and on. I'm not positive, but I'm pretty sure that isn't normal motherly behavior.

Tales of the Devil Woman: Episode 7

The Devil Woman on Being The Devil Woman: Blog this Beyotch [insert Italian Hand Gestures here]

'Nuff Said

How Embarrassing...

I love MM. I really do. He's sweet and wonderful and one of the best men I've ever met in my entire life.

He makes me laugh, and can laugh at himself. He lends me his shoulder when I need to cry. He offers me his strength when I'm feeling weak. He's passionate and shy. He's basically an all around PERFECT man. Or perfect for me anyway.

But I swear, that boy has done some strange things!

When he was in high school, one of his friends had a crush on this girl. Said girl's mom was an instructor at their school. Friend talked MM and 2nd Friend into joining her class so he could be closer to ol' girl.

6 months later, Friend and Ol' Girl broke up and he quit the class. MM and 2nd Friend stuck it out, though. A few months after that, 2nd Friend moved out of state and MM was left alone. He stuck it out, though, for another year until he left for the Marines.

Nothing strange about that, you're thinking. HS boys will do pretty much anything to get with a girl, right? Well, I always thought so, too. Until MM told me what class the three of them took.....


Yes, I said clogging. You know, like ruffled skirts and wooden shoes. He wore black pants, a white shirt, a MUTLI-COLORED SPARKLEY TIE and MATCHING CUMBERBUN and black shoes. He danced, and made merry.

Yes, I'm stil snickering. Wouldn't you be?

Just to be perverse I ordered him this bag for Valentines Day....

I'm such a wonderful girlfriend, aren't I?

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