A. Attached or Single? Attached
B. Best Friend? Quite a few. I heart my besties!
C. Cake or Pie? Key Lime Pie
D. Day of Choice? Saturday. My morning to sleep in and then we just have fun all day/evening, then I inevitably eat something yummy and drink beer.
E. Essential Item? Diet Dr. Pepper and fat free french vanilla coffee creamer…
F. Favorite Color? Turquoise
G. Gummy Bears or Worms? I don’t do gummies.
H. Home town? Macon, GA
I. Indulgence? Beer, crablegs and cheesecake
J. January or July? July! Love the summer. July is also my birthday month!
K. Kids? Two, Avery and Henry
L. Life isn’t complete without? Love and friends…
M. Marriage date? 9/22/01
N. Number of Brothers and Sisters? One brother, two years younger, and I don’t get to see him enough!
O. Oranges or Apples? I’m not much of a fruit eater, but if I have to pick a fruit it would be strawberries or bananas.
P. Phobias? Staying at night alone and driving in the rain. Ooh, and my three year old in a public bathroom!
“Live your life in such a way
that when your feet hit the floor in the morning,
Satan shudders and says,
‘Oh shit…. She’s awake!'”
While we try to teach our children all about life,
Our children teach us what life is all about.
R. Reasons to Smile? The Mister, the kids, cold beer!
S. Season of Choice? Summer.
T. Tag 5 People – whoever hasn’t done this and wants to.
U. Unknown story About Me? When I was little, like maybe five or six, I sicked a chow on my little brother. Sounds shitty, huh? Well, in my defense I didn’t really mean to, but…. Still shitty, nonetheless… We were at a friend’s house two doors down and they had these very mean chows. My mom didn’t like us to go in their backyard, but the dad said he would be there with us… We went out to eat watermelon.
Anyway, the dad steps into the kitchen because the phone rang. My brother was very afraid of dogs, not sure why at such a young age (I know why he didn’t like dogs much after this, though…) My friend grabbed his arm and told me to grab his other and we were going to play with him and scare him. Now, this little girl wasn’t the nicest of girls (she was mean and a nympho at the age of six… My mom caught my brother sticking a toy truck in her suzie one day… And, she asked me more than once to play “Playboy Centerfold” with her. She also got caught letting boys, and girls, stick lots of things in her later in life… But, that’s another story…)
I went along with her, no idea why, because I was very protective of my little brother… She swore that the dogs wouldn’t do anything, and that we were just playing. So, I grabbed his other arm and we swung him between us while chanting “Sick ’em! Sick ’em!” I know! Isn’t that AWFUL??? I feel like such an incredible SHIT everytime I think of this…
So, guess what happened? The dog attacked. And guess what we did? We dropped him and ran. Ran right through her house, right past her dad on the phone, and up the street all the way to my house, screaming the whole way. Luckily, her dad heard the commotion and ran out. He couldn’t get the dog off of Trey, he had to eventually get the waterhose.
He was horribly bitten, especially around the chest, neck and shoulders… My poor baby brother. Anyway, we ran up to my house. My mom said she could hear us screaming and just knew what had happened… (Well, not exactly what had happened, anyway…) This little old elderly lady that lived next door ran over, she lived between us and the people… I was blubbering hysterically and saying “Please spank me, mommy! Please spank me! I deserve to be spanked!” And that little old lady, the nicest little old lady I’d ever met, looked square at me and said “YES, YOU MOST CERTAINLY DO, CHILD!” It was just awful. Her disappointment in me made it even that much worse… And, I’ll never forget the look on her face when she said it.
Trey wound up being okay, but had around 100 stitches, I didn’t get spanked (I was punishing myself enough my mom said,) we never went back to that little girl’s house again, and Trey had a terrible fear of dogs for many years to come. All, thanks to little ole, sweet me.
V. Vegetable? Artichokes, asparagus and butter beans
W. Worst Quality? I don’t say NO enough… I can be too nice at times, a bit of a pushover… (See above story for an example…)
X. X-Ray or Ultrasound? Ultrasound… God knows I’ve had enough. Try the good ole dildocam every other day through all fert. treatments. Fun times.
Z. Zodiac Sign? Cancer, a water girl!
Z. Zoo Animal? Snakes… Yes, seriously.
Thanks, Lecia! I needed something to put up this AM! I’m up too early and haven’t had a sufficient amout of coffee to get jumpstarted… I’ll be back with something else in a bit.
(I checked to see if I had any drafts that I could finish up quickly and post… Umm… I have 72 drafts in the works. SEVENTY TWO. WTF? I think I need to go in and do some housecleaning today.)