Bambi 2

Lovely. Like the first one didn't fuck me up enough.

(Sorry, someone told me I was too happy...)

Well here's the evil truth... I hate Bambi! And I love venison!

Lesson Learned

The Magic of 8 Ball

Will I ever find the man of my dreams, my one true love, my Soul Mate
Magic 8 Ball says: Reply Hazy, Try Again

Will I ever find the man of my dreams, my one true love, my Soul Mate
Magic 8 Ball says: Concentrate and Ask Again

Will I ever find the man of my dreams, my one true love, my Soul Mate
Magic 8 Ball says: Ask Again Later

Will I ever find the man of my dreams, my one true love, my Soul Mate
Magic 8 Ball says: Cannot Predict Now

Will I ever find the man of my dreams, my one true love, my Soul Mate
Magic 8 Ball says: Better Not Tell You Now

Will I ever find the man of my dreams, my one true love, my Soul Mate
Long Distance Information Operator says: What?


Well, my weekend date was a bust. Shawn was suppose to tell this guy where and when to meet us, but he didn’t, he thought Dakni had already set it up. Which she didn’t because it was Shawn’s friend and she was leaving it to him. No biggie, it was a blind date with a 50 yr old toothless iron worker, and while I was willing to keep an open mind...

But! I did realized something fairly new about myself this weekend.

I’ve always stuck to the saying that ‘looks aren’t everything’, but in all honesty, I’ve always thought that they are pretty darn important. I stick to the saying because I believe that everyone is beautiful to someone, and I never want a person to be discouraged because of how they look. The truth of what I've been claiming really struck home Saturday night when I met a guy that I would not normally find attractive, but did after talking to him for just a short time.

While you may think that I’m being shallow for admitting that looks matter, I assure you, my tastes are pretty simple, really. I like a guy that’s taller than me, wider than me, neatly kept, and sans a wedding ring. In my old age, I've even become lenient on the taller than me and neatly kept parts, but I'm still a stickler about the wider than me part. This guy had all those things going for him except that. ‘Except’ that to the point of making me look obese, which those of you who know me will find the humor in that.

Now I'm thinking that my past judgmental-ness (is that a word?) may not have been so wise. Ultimately, what attracts me to this guy is his brain, and that's something I would have never found out had it been left up to me.

(I mean, the dude knows all kinds of stuff! He’s current on local sports, TV stuff, computers, music, and he’s even into Sudoku -which was funny, my sister started to make fun of me for being addicted, but stopped when he got all excited and brought out a new form of the puzzle for me to try. He actually took up for me twice -in a manner of speaking. Once with the puzzles, and a second time when my sister made a crack about how I would learn more if I would watch more TV and quit playing on the computer all the time. It wasn’t much, it was just a chuckle when my jaw hit the floor, but I knew he got the jest of that, and that means a lot to me.)

So whether I'll pursue this any further is still up in the air -it was the chance meeting of someone I will probably never run into again- but I'm laying this out right now to remind my future self not to be so hasty when it comes to the ‘looks’ department. ‘Cause ya just never know.

The End Is Near

This is it, this is the end. I’m dying! I thought I was dying a couple of weeks ago when I had a cold, but that was nothing. Nothing compared to this!

I think I've mentioned before about my food phobia, and this fun little game my family likes to play with me called Let’s See Who Can Give Livia Food Poisoning First? Well, it would appear that one of them has succeeded. I don’t know how, I'm very careful to watch what they do with the food because this isn’t the first time they’ve tried, but they did it. I won’t go into details, but let’s just say that there are things coming out of my body that I don’t remember putting in it.

I know this is the end. The lights are dimming, it’s getting harder to breath, and my life is flashing before my eyes... All that exercize, all that careful eating, all those bad habits that I felt guilty about... All for nothing! Good-bye cruel world! Please remember me fondly. And don’t forget, I want to be cremated... After an autopsy!

Tagged Again

David tagged me with this a while ago, but I had more important things to say at the time, so I saved it until now. I probably need to move faster with these post (I still haven’t told you about my cry-a-thon last weekend) but when I post something, I usually like to talk about it for a while. Sorry ‘bout that!

Four Jobs You've Had in Your Life:
1. Carpenter
2. Baker
3. Home Health Care
4. Life long student

Four Movies You Could Watch Over and Over:
1. House on Haunted Hill (older version, remake, doesn’t matter, I loved ‘em both!)
2. Chocolat
3. Under the Tuscan Sun
4. The Wall, Live in Berlin

Four Places You've Lived:
1. Ohio
2. Florida
3. LV
4. Constantly in the state of confusion

Four Websites You Visit Daily:
1. Mine
2. Yours
3. And yours
4. And yours!

Four TV Shows You Love To Watch:
1. Monk (on DVD)
2. Arrested Development (on DVD)
3. Mythbusters (on DVR)
4. Survivorman (on DVR... I hate commercial interruptions)

Four of Your Favorite Foods:
1. Pizza!
2. Any type of seafood
3. Pretzels
4. Cornbread (the sweet kind)

Four Albums You Can't Live Without (at least for the moment):
1. Pink Floyd - The Division Bell
2. Procol Harum - Well's On Fire
3. Adam Ant - Antics In The Forbidden Zone
4. The Fix - Greatest Hits

Four Places You'd Rather Be:
I just woke up, so I’m happy to have my butt planted here in front of my monitor, with my coffee, talking to you.

Four People Who Are Now Obligated To Do This to Their Blog:
The tag ends here... Sorry David! :p

Heroes

So, I was talking with a couple of friends the other day about Oprah, and I think they were getting pretty upset with me because I don’t hold her in the same high regard as they do. It’s not that I think there is anything bad about Oprah -I couldn’t say, because I really don’t know her all that well- it’s just that I don’t talk about how great she is.

Since that talk I've been thinking about what they said (and no, I still haven’t watched her show... Sorry guys.) I've been thinking about why they would be so upset. I can understand admiration, and wanting to sing someone’s praises, but what is it about Oprah that makes her so special? From what I can tell, she’s simply a woman who practices what she preaches. Is there something great about that?

Well. Yeah. There is.

Isn’t that sad?

Have we become so used to being manipulated, that we feel the need to put any honest person we see in the media on a pedestal? And if that’s true, why don’t we put the honest people we know and love on that same pedestal? (Present company excluded, of course. I love the way you guys talk about your spouses, and parents, and the other people in your lives.) Is it because they’re close enough to us that we can see the flaws in their shining armor? Whereas, the people on the TV screen are flawless until we’re told different? And easily disposed of if that’s the case?

Questions. Questions. Why does this bother me so much?

Exposed!

Wow. I guess it was the Fruit of the Looms...

Happy New Year!!!