Bogarted from Bev
1. How tall are you barefoot? Six feet.
2. Full Name: Rusty Jay
3. Do you own a gun? As a matter of fact, I own several.
4. If you had a mental disorder, what would it be? Sociopathness, you know, the same stuff that made Carnage carnage in the Marvel world.
5. How many letters are in your crush's first name? Four
6. What do you think of hot dogs? They're good with ketchup (Wow, i bet i take flak for this)
7. What's your favorite Christmas song? Trans-Siberion Orchestra's Carol of the Bells
8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Hair of the Dog!!! actually, water
9. Do you do push-ups? Sometimes
10. Have you ever done ecstasy? No drugs for me ever.
11. Do you have a boyfriend/girlfriend? Someone who doubles as both? A hermaphrodite? No.
12. Do you like the rain? Thunderstorms!!!
13. Are you sweet? Supposedly.
15. Do you have A.D.D? what?
16. Full Initials: R J W
17. Name 4 thoughts at this exact moment. "I need to write that letter." " I need to see if that thing works." " Dammit, why pitch to Barry Bonds?" "Why does Andruw Jones suck now?"
18. Name the last 3 things you have bought in the past week. Lunch, envelopes and a Sharpie
19.What time did you wake up today? 6ish, then 7 ish. I was dreaming about reading the Harry Potter Book
21. Can you spell? Somwhut.
22. Current worry? That Barry Bonds will break the record against the Braves
23. Current hate? Dumb people
24. Favorite place to be? Wherever I'm happy.
25. Least favorite place to be? Wherever I'm not happy.
26. Where would you like to go right now? on a walk.
27. Do you own slippers? No.
28. Where do you think you'll be in 10 yrs? Alive I hope.
29. Do you burn or tan? I actually tan. SHUT IT ALL YOU PEOPLE WHO WILL MAKE JOKES
30. Yellow or blue. Green.
31 Would you be a pirate?Argh matey.
32. Last time your phone rang? 20 minutes ago to talk about the birds.
33. What song do you sing in the shower? Whatever I'm listening too
34. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child? The Monster under my bed.
35. What’s in your pockets right now? No pockets on these shorts.
36. Last thing that made you laugh? My mother messing with my father.
37. Best bed sheets you had as a child? I never had any funky sheets. I'm so sheltered.
38. Worst injury you've ever had? My hammy blowout I had, or any of my horrid ankle sprains
39. Current gripe with the world? That i'm not playing ball.
40. How many TVs do you have in your house? Three
43. Does someone have a crush on you? I think so.
44. Do you wish on stars? Whenever I see a shooting one. It's always the same wish though
45. what is your favorite book? I've got lots.
46. What song did you last hear? The Used's "Pretty Handsome Awkward."
47. When were you last kissed? I'm not sure. It's been a while.
48. What is your favorite cereal? Lucky Charms or Raisin Bran
49. What were you doing at midnight last night? Going to bed.
50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up? Should I start reading now?
51. Do you like someone right now? Yes.
The wedding
is over.
Wow. I'm a little beat down from that sucker. For about three hours, it felt like I was running around like a headless chicken. We started cooking at at 2, by cutting fruit for the skewers. By the time I cut two watermelons into over 300 pieces, they were about ready to start with the skewers. My sister and her friend spent most of the time assembling skewers while I cut all of the crab rollups, made the trays for those.
Next thing I knew it was close to the time, so we started setting food out. All the food was out by 6:15 and people started showing up for punch about then. We ran out of punch, made some more but then called it good. But it took forever for the wedding party to come through and each and every member was verbally introduced to the guests. Finally, the people started to eat. We still have a ton of chicken left as Mindy had 300 drumsticks, for 175 people. Dad guess there were probably 130 people there, so there are a lot of chicken drumsticks left.
It went well enough even without my sister, that people asked if she was going to keep catering.
A little redemption
Is a good thing.
Last night, I managed to redeem myself while playing softball. After the week with Bertha, any little redemption is a good thing. We won our game 16-15 and have become entrenched in first place. Let's go Logjammers!
FINALLY
I'm FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Hurricane Bertha has gone, without leaving too much damage in her wake. Thank God. I was about to murder her.
How?
How do you deal with someone who is so conservative and so un-open to change? How do you deal with someone who twists whatever is said into benefiting themselves to the point where they won't be the bad person? How do you deal with someone who has become so delusional that the grip on reality has slipped into more of a view from a distance? How do you deal with the someone who's view of themself is so skewed that when things are painfully obvious they choose to ignore them?
I'm asking myself these questions on the hour, every hour now that Hurricane Bertha is here. Seriously, I'm not someone who gets stressed very easily. My stress level is so high right now, I'm ready to do something drastic. Hurricane Bertha is so ludacris that no one can deal with her. She had another huge fight with my good grandmother today. This one was about my sister, once again. This time, she threw a big huff about "not being invited" to Mindy's to see the place. Last night my father asked her THREE times if she wanted to see Mindy. No answer. Three times mind you. Mindy wanted to see her until she found out exactly how ugly Bertha has been. It's toxicity at it's finest.
The finest point she made was that "she doesn't hold a grudge." Yet, last night, she went off about a drawing my dad did of a knight when he was 13. The drawing did not receive an award because the judge said "it was a copy." Now this woman believes she doesn't hold a grudge. However, she saw this judge the other day, in his wheelchair and almost went up to him to give him hell about not giving a ribbon to dad's drawing. Are you fucking kidding me? That's FORTY-FOUR years ago! And she doesn't hold a grudge?
Fuck it. I need hard liqour.
SAVE ME!
I'm dealing with my ultra conservative grandmother. As my aunt said "She's fucking lost it." And she has. I believe I actually know what an aneurysm feels like.
She can't get over the fact that my sister and her boyfriend have moved in together. You know what? Deal with it. I'm happy for them. We're happy for them. She just says she can't find one positive about them shacking up. She wants to know why they're not married. Well, neither of them wants to be married. It's 2007 for crying out loud.
I can pretty well sum it up. My grandmother's maiden name was Swartz. I honestly think she believes God's last name is Swartz too. It's God Swartz and then her line.
Fuck, I need a beer.
Charlie
And his horse need to be beat down.
Every once in a while I'll have a charlie horse while sleeping. Last time, I fell into the closet while trying to stretch the muscle. At least that time I managed to stand up.
Last night though, I didn't even make it up.
It was about 5 in the morning and this cramp was even worse than the others. I know this because normally it feels like a golf ball size knot. This one was baseball size. I was trying to get out of bed and stretch it out before my calf muscle tore in half.
I failed.
Miserably. I never had any balance and fell out of bed. My head crashed against my dresser and I wound up on the floor all the while knowing that my leg was being gnawed off. The Russian judge gave my dismount a 3 and that's being generous. Now I have a knot on my head and a very sore calf. Only I'm a danger to myself when I sleep. *huge sigh of patheticness*
I guess
I've moved.
For almost a week, I felt as if I was living in the Pacific Northwest. Why? It's been cloudy and rainy for that long. Yesterday, the clouds thinned and this bright, flaming ball of gas was apparent in the sky. I freaked out thinking the sky was falling. Gently, my mother had to explain to me that was the sun. It had been so long, I had forgotten what the sun was.
Then last night, we played the number one ranked team in the softball class above us. We got down 19-9 but came all the way back to win 21-19. I'm thinking they weren't very happy but oh well. The same umpire that screwed us the other day was behind the plate and since we only had 10 guys, I couldn't say "So, are you going to dick us again?" Tim agreed that it was a bad idea. But hey, we won and that's in the past.
