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September 12 If you don't vote, You're a moron Love me some Craig Ferguson. I think he has an incredible point and is reasonably middle of the road.
Good points, delivered with humor.
It's 8 minutes, but well worth it. Laughed out loud at the end of the bit starting at 7:47.
And, thank you to a friend for leading me to this website where I saw it. September 11 Sleeping inI was woken up by the phone. My (then) best friend was calling and telling me to turn on the TV. I sleep hard and I sleep late and I wake up VERY slowly, one brain cell at a time. I get the TV on and the sight before me is simply inconceivable.
Is this some sort of 20th century 'War of the Worlds' thing?
Is this real??
What are you saying?
What is going on???
Then ... it's not over. A 2nd plane hits ... before my eyes. While I am watching, I see it come up behind the 2nd tower and explode out the sides.
What the ....
Is this real?
Am I awake?
What are you seeing?
All I can think is 'This is it. This is the end of the world. This is the start of World War III.'
( on a side note that is only amusing long after, I also likely thought 'I need to get married ASAP ... so I can have sex before the world ends.' )
I sat in a chair I no longer own and stare sightlessly at the same images rotating over and over.
I don't remember anything about the late morning or early afternoon. I racked my brain over and over to see if I knew anyone in NY to be concerned about. I don't .. and I couldn't figure out if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
At some point I finally give up and shower and get ready for work. I was working 2nd shift at a juvenile prison and shift started probably at 3. Meaning I worked until 11 the night before. Thus the full-on grogginess of the morning wake-up call. I remember sitting in the employee booth in the building I was assigned to and watching the TV in the corner that was tuned in to CNN or something.
I also remember getting to a point where I had to turn it off, jus tso I could recover, function and regain my emotions. I remember thinking "I don't actually remember challenger. I wonder what the kids in school know about this? Do they have TVs on? Do they even know about it at all yet?"
The days immediately thereafter don't have any specific or particular memories. But as everyone says 'A day we will all remember. We will all remember where we were that day.'
Where were you?
Have also been, separately pondering the previous post on quirkiness. Need to add the following
1) I cannot leave my shower curtain closed ... ever,unless I have guests over and I wan the bathroom to look really nice. Why? Because that is where the serial killers hide!
2) I would rather leave the refrigerator door open than to have to pull doubly hard to counteract that vacuum effect you get from the door being open.
I continue to be utterly convinced that there are a myriad of other incredibly amusing quirks. But I can't thin kof anymore. And now it's time for bed. September 04 Quirky: see also vagaryVagary: an erratic, unpredictable, or extravagant manifestation, action, or notion
Lori @ Superfantastic has requested I write a meme wherein I'm required to tell you about six quirks that I have. Getting to 6 won't be hard, but getting 6 that are interesting or otherwise amusing may be harder. Although if I were slightly more conscious and could really consider this definition of vagary, I'm sure I could come up with a number of much more amusing items.
1) I found through her blog that I share this with Lori. As always she describes it better than I do. "I don't know if this is something I've always done, but I've noticed in the past few months that I tend to tuck the inside of my bottom lip between my top and bottom canine teeth on the right side." Unlike Lori, I've known for quite some time that I do this.
2) I wonder at random intervals if any of my plethora of quirks will be an amusing and adorable to a significant other or one of those things that makes them want to kill me while I sleep. As I sit here and chew on my cheek/lip I wonder 'hm, if I had a boyfriend or husband, would he find it funny and adorable that I do that? or would it just irritate him?' Because, clearly, in my world there is no middle ground wherein he has zero opinion whatsoever ... he must have some opinion. right?
3) I used to 'rock' myself to sleep at night. I blame it on my mom. She rocked us as kids FOREVER. So i taught myself how to jiggle my leg just right to get enough of a rocking motion to fall asleep to. Then I heard a story or read a story about a guy who had a hard time falling asleep after his wife died because she did that. So ... I taught myself to fall asleep withOUT rocking because if I ever do get married I don't want him to have a harder time grieving my untimely death because there is no one there to rock him to sleep at night.
4) I ghost-type* while watching TV and talking to people. *moving my fingers as if I were typing, only there is no keyboard anywhere in the vicinity. Before Freshman year of high school, when I learned to type, I spelled things over and over in my mind. I even tried to keep up with the dialogue on the tv. Do you know how fast they talk??? This is my primary basis for my self-diagnosis of OCD.
5) I talk to my car as if she is a living breathing being with feelings and cares etc. When it came time to get rid of the old car I was a bit sad ... but truly felt like I could feel that Tabitha was getting tired and old and was ready for retirement. And, yes, I name my vehicles too. Right now I'm driving Mae and before Tabitha it was Hayleigh.
6) If I call you and leave you a message and you don't call me back, I will give you a couple of days and then will unceremoniously decide that you no longer like me nor want to talk to me and that is why you won't return my call. Additonally, every sideways glance or lack thereof will snowball into further proof that you do not like me and do not want to be bothered with my presence. I have only recently learned to double check withpeople at least one extra time before writing them off completely. And even with this psychotic level of neurosis I still have 160 contacts in my cell and a speed dial full of people who LOVE to hear from me. Whaddyaknow?
So ... I'm not even sure who to meme here ... Do I even know six bloggers that could or would do it?? Well, technically I do, but I've no idea if they read my blog ... so, I'll leave it up to you guys to decide. Leave comments or blog and let me know. September 01 gluttonApparently I am a glutton for punishment. I have a very dear friend who has kids who are married and have their own kids and are all over the planet. At fourth of July I saw them all and spent an hour or so with all the 'happily young married coupls' and can you guess what happened? Yep, had a breakdown on the way home. That becomes just more proof that I really am a glutton for punishment because I knew full wll ahead of time that spending time at their house would probably be very difficult for me. But I still felt the need to go. Mostly because I have come to love this friend so much that I wanted to show a bit of that love by involving myself in their 4th of July.
The reason I'm writing right now is because I have been subscribed to two of the kids blogs. Today I found out that the daughter in law and other daughter both have blogs as well. So ... what did I do? I subscribed to their blogs as well. Why? So I can see the pictures of the kids and share in the almost disgusting amount of lovey dovey happiness that becomes evident on all their blogs. Because, clearly, I don't punish myself enough for not being married already.
yep ... stop calling me Mouse ... start calling me Glutton. |
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