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Sunday, June 06, 2004

a real weekend

Ahh, finally, a weekend that felt like a weekend. It is so nice (and rare) when our family is together for all of both days and we (especially T, because really, other than the fact that he's home and we don't have sit-down school, weekends are pretty much like any other day for the kids and me) can really feel recharged on Sunday night. We went fishing on Saturday morning (which means T and the kids fished, and I read a book; both kids caught the first fish of their lives almost as soon as they put their hooks in the water); we had LT's friend here pretty much all day Saturday; I fried the fish for dinner and they were actually edible. Today we went to a flea market, and then T's back went berserk so we turned around and came home before we got to church, and lazed around all day. GOOD TIMES, oh yeah.

I'm really not feeling terribly creative or funny at ALL tonight; I can't think of a single witty thing to say. (I can hear you asking, and that is different because....?). So here, in lieu of a genuine entry, is yet. another. survey. Because I am such a sucker for them. At least with this one I deleted the questions I've answered a gazillion times. :)

Can you roll your tongue? Yes.

Can you raise one eyebrow? Sort of.

Can you blow spit bubbles? Um, ew? I could in first grade; haven't tried since.

Can you cross your eyes? Yes. But I couldn't until after I got glasses in junior high and my left eye got stronger.

Do you make your bed daily? Most days. T and I have a joke/ritual where if he comes home and I've made the bed he has to kiss me my favorite way (which means with his hands on the sides of my head under my hair; I jokingly call it a "trash novel kiss" because as a preteen I read more than my share of Silhouette romances and the heroines were always being "held motionless with no pressure" by the heroes, for kisses in this style).

Which shoe goes on first? I never noticed until just now, but I do put on my right shoe first almost every time, now that I think of it.

Speaking of shoes, have you ever thrown one at anyone? I don't think I've thrown shoes but I've thrown other stuff. And not AT people. At walls generally.

On the average, how much money do you carry in your wallet? MAYBE some change. I am so awful about NEVER carrying cash unless I have a specific reason to.

What jewelry do you wear 24/7? My wedding ring.

Favorite outfit for everyday? My No-panty-lines underwear, Eddie Bauer TALL jeans, white satin bra, and either a white button-down blouse or a shaped t-shirt.

Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it? Twirl.

Have you ever eaten Spam? Plenty of times but not recently. My mom fries it for breakfast pretty regularly.

How many cereals in your cabinet? About 5.

Favorite fast food, other than The Big Two? Panda Express

Do you cook? All. The. Time.

How often do you brush your teeth? Usually twice a day.

Hair drying method? Towel and then air dry.

Have you ever colored/highlighted your hair? I used to do this a lot, from the time I was about 18 until I was 25. Then I started letting it grow out so I haven't colored it in years -- it's in sad enough shape as it is.

Do you swear? No.

Do you ever spit? Well, "ever" is a big word. If I have something foreign in my mouth, like say a bug, then yes. But not recreationally.

-- WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE --

Animal? Horses. I'm like a ten-year-old girl about horses. Well, not QUITE.

Shoe Brand? The ones that are on sale at Big 5. For dress shoes, Payless, baby.

Way to eat eggs? In an omelet.

Thing to do in the spring? sit outside in my porch swing and enjoy the weather

Thing to do in the summer? swim, and hang clothes on the line

Thing to do in the fall? wear red sweaters and eat apples

Thing to do in the winter? Sit inside by the fire and read.

Children's book? hmm... I like a lot of kid lit and even a good number of picture books. Probably, though, Curious George Flies a Kite is my favorite -- I think that's the one with the baby bunny and the little bird that says, "Bad monkey!" which always makes my husband and me smile.

Thing to order at Denny's? Garlic mushroom swiss burger. YUM.

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Person you talk most on the phone with? T at work, closely followed by my dad, who calls several times most days.

Ever taken a cab? Yes, years ago.

Do you regularly check yourself out in store windows and mirrors? All the time. It's like a disease since I lost weight. "Is it still gone? really gone? It is!")

What color is your bedroom? It has dark-stained pine walls. We did paint our room a nice colonial blue, but we changed the bedrooms around to give our kids each their own room, and because of the way the house is laid out (we really don't want a window between our room and our son's, which is an enclosed porch), we gave that room to our daughter. *sob*

Do you use an alarm clock? T does. I do sometimes.

Window seat or aisle? Window, window, window.

What's your sleeping position? I turn over and over until I finally fall asleep. Usually when I fall asleep I'm either on my side or my stomach. One of the very hardest things about being pregnant (which otherwise I pretty much loved) was, toward the end, having to be in ONE position all the time in bed (left side, best for the circulation). ugh.

Even in hot weather do you use a blanket? A sheet and a light blanket. I feel like I'm just napping otherwise.

Do you snore? I think I do sometimes.

Do you sleepwalk? No.

Do you talk in your sleep? I used to, but I haven't heard T comment on it in a while so I don't know.

Do you sleep with the light on? No.

Do you fall asleep with the TV or radio on? No. I did all the time when I was younger though -- I couldn't go to sleep in silence. When I got married I had to change my habits since we used the radio as the alarm (because T claims the SCREECH SCREECH SCREECH would give him a heart attack); I had to get used to having it wake me up instead of putting me to sleep.

OFF THE TOP OF YOUR HEAD... no peeking!

What's in your car's tape deck or CD player? I have a 12-cd changer; currently it has Bach, Vivaldi, Mussorgsky's "Pictures at an Exhibition" (great for listening to with the kids), a CD of "power classics", a collection of preludes and overtures, an "alternative" compilation, an instrumental compilation (heavy on Enya and Loreena McKennitt), a kids' music compilation, my Phantom of the Opera soundtrack, a Gershwin CD with "Rhapsody in Blue", "An American in Paris", and "Lullaby for Strings"... and I can't remember the rest.

What station is your radio tuned to? Probably Christian talk radio.

What's on your dresser? Clothes. I put them on the bed meaning to sort them and put them away (they're folded and neatly stacked) but if T goes to bed before I do, which he generally does, he just puts them on the dresser. Also, there are a few of my husband's Mopar magazines, and our alarm clock radio.

What's on your nightstand? A few books, a book of word puzzles, a lamp, and a picture of my kids. And dust.

What time is it (don't look!)? hmm... eleven?

OK, now you can look, what time is it really? 11:04!

What color are your mother's eyes? Almost exactly the same shade of brown as mine -- just a teeny bit less goldenish.

Is your dishwasher clean or dirty? ack! I do not remember! Wait, clean, cause it was running during dinner and I haven't emptied it yet.

What pictures are in your hallway, along the stairs, whatever? hmm. My senior picture (which taunts me, because every time I go past it it says to me, "ha! You thought you were ugly and fat when you were me! Loser! You didn't know how good you had it!"), my husband's Navy boot-camp graduation portrait (wherein he looks like a BABY, not only because he was only 18, but because it was the only time since he was capable of having any, except for an agonizing few weeks right after we got married when he shaved it all off as an experiment, when he did not have facial hair -- even now if he shaved it off, he'd look fourteen), a family portrait, a collage of pictures of each of the kids, a picture of C and LT together when C was a newborn, a framed set of C's handprints from when she got into my lipstick as a toddler and covered herself with it, and, on the other wall, T's destruction derby plaques.

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