Must we read a blog based on lies?!?

Hark! I hath been taggeth. So the dealio is that I am supposed to write five interesting facts about myself, but the catch is that one is made up: a lie if you will. I really can't imagine that I'll be able to think up anything you people haven't read on here already, but I'm willing to give it a try. BTW, I still haven't found anyone to help me with my template problems. I'm looking for volunteers if anyone cares to pitch in. So here we go.

1) I really hate playing Scrabble. It was my mom's favorite game when I was growing up and she always made me play it with her. I hated it, I don't think I'm good at it, and to this day I pretty much avoid any kind of game involving scrambles of letters. I really like Life. I'm a simple sort, I guess.

2) I once knew a guy who believed that he had been called by God to restore polygamy to the Earth, and "God" (or the voices. whatever.) told him that I was to be his number one wife. I had to say a big NO to that one. He recovered quickly. I guess when "God" has a whole passel of women lined up for you, there really are plenty of fish in the sea.

3) I once had a huge crush on a guy named Yoshi. (It was short for Tsiyoshi.) Now every time I think of Mario games, it reminds me of him, and I smile a little.

4) Once when I was a kid, there was a cotton mouth snake at the bus stop and one of the older guys killed it. They then put it down where the bus would drive so that the bus ran over it and squished it. It was gross.

5) When I was in first or second grade, I had a parakeet named Cindy, whom I loved like crazy. At least once a week when I came home from school, mom would tell me that Cindy was dead, usually that the cat ate her or that I left the cage open and she got out and ran into something. I would always then run crying to my room to find that Cindy was perfectly fine. Then one day, Cindy really did die, probably because of a draft or something, and I didn't believe my mom when she told me. I was so shocked when I went to my room and she was laying on the bottom of the cage. I was hoping that she got in on the joke somehow, but apparently not.

So there ya go. Which is the lie? I hope it's not too, too obvious. :)

My Christmas, or why I don't blog anymore

I am annoyed with Blogger. Do you want to know why? Because it forced me to get a Google account in order to comment on Cainnum's blog, and it was a big huge pain in the ass, and now my blog is all messed up because everything on my sidebar starts AFTER all my blog listing instead of being at the top and that seriously pisses me off. And since I know nothing about HTML, I don't know how to fix it. Plus, I'm kinda sick of blogging anyway because I don't have anything interesting to write about anymore and none of my friends blog anymore. And I got a little soured by the whole pictures not working out on the picture blog I was trying to do and by people on another blog totally attacking everything I say because they are immature and take themselves WAY too seriously, and the whole thing just kinda made me think, "Well, if this is the kind of people reading blogs, maybe I don't even want to have one." (Which is NOT a commentary on the blogger in question, who has an intelligent and quality blog that is very enjoyable to read.) Plus, blogger is problematic as often as it isn't and every time I think of something to blog about, it is immediately followed by the thought that blogging might actually be so difficult as to not even be worth it. So this is just a commentary on why I don't blog very much anymore.

In conclusion, I had a great Christmas and received many wonderful gifts. They are:
Xena season 4
Buffy seasons 3 & 4
a cameo necklace
some hair clips and hairbands
glow bracelets
candy and more candy
two Tannith Lee books
temporary tattoos
a box cutter (which is sweet!)
a mini-mag light (which I asked for)
measuring cups and spoons
a video game for a system I don't have that I returned for credit
Rocket Slime for the DS
a set of plastic party glasses
a Blockbuster gift card
a CD: Erasure, The Very Best 20 Hits
a DVD recorder (TOTALLY SWEET!)

So, all in all, it was a pretty good haul, not that that is the important thing. The important thing is that we had a good day, marred only by the fact that my love was far away in Pennsylvania. *le sigh* But he's back now and all's right in the world. Except for the fact that I now hate Blogger. Yep. That's about it fer now. See ya!

Ethan times

The other night I wasn't feeling well, so I decided that, dammit, I was going to have me some chocolate frosting. I eat it right from the container with a spoon. Here's a conversation that ensued:

Ethan: Why are you eating that cream stuff right out of the can?
Me: Because I want to.
Ethan: I can't wait to be an adult.
Me: Yep. It's pretty awesome.

So, I get the award for worst example, but I mean, the kid has a point. I hear people telling kids to enjoy their childhood, it's the best time of their life and all. No responsibilities and what not. But you know what I say to those people? FUCK THAT. I fucking hated being a kid. You're always under somebody's thumb. Always controlled by the seemingly random whims of adults. Plus, you're too short to reach the top shelf of the closet, and everyone knows that's where they keep the good stuff. When I was a kid, I couldn't wait to be an adult. Some people say, oh, but the responsibility, the worries! You know what I say to that? It's worth it. You can be your own person and make your own decisions. Even if it FEELS like you don't have a choice on something, you still do. Here's an example: You hate your job and your boss is an asshole. You can choose to a) find a new job, b) suffer through it, or c) quit your job and live on the streets. You might think that some of those things aren't actually options, but they are! And it's really that simple. When you're a kid, if your boss (IE: your parent, guardian, babysitter, or teacher) is an ass, you know what you can do? Suffer. Sure, you could run away from home or act out, but those really aren't solutions, just stop gaps. Plus, most kids don't have the sophisticated problem solving skills to realize that they can do anything other than suffer. And I even remember when I was a kid and people would tell me all that crap about how that was the best time of my life, I really did think to myself and say in some instances, "Well, I better just go ahead and fucking kill myself now and save myself the trouble later." In conclusion, being an adult is awesome. So says the 32-year-old woman who is living with her parents practically rent free.

Here's another amusing Ethan story for you from earlier this week:

I was driving through an intersection when the traffic which had been moving quite nicely suddenly slammed to a halt, leaving me in the middle of the intersection. I really try not to block intersections, because I hate when people do that and then their light turns red and mine turns green but I can't fucking go because they are a huge jackass, but ya know, what can ya do? Sometimes it happens. So we're sitting there in the middle of the intersection and Ethan says, "You know what those people are thinking right now?" "What?" says I. "Bitch," says Ethan. I say, "Ethan! You shouldn't use words like that." He asks, "Well what are they thinking then?" To which I reply, "Well, yeah, that's totally what they're thinking, but you still shouldn't use words like that!" And we laughed and laughed. Good times.

Ethan had his first absence of the year today. He was running a fever of 102.5, so I thought he deserved it. AND my boyfriend's sick too. And it's all thanks to me, who was sick first! I'm typhoid Margie! Hooray!