It Didn't Take a Bra to Make Me Do This

Ah, I love to procrastinate with online quizzes. Apparently not everyone feels the way I do. It took a bra to get The Other Girl to do a meme. That bra has excellent taste, as this little Visual DNA thing is very cool. Here’s mine.

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Monday Melee

All these tags! I’m not sure If I’m going to do this one every week (I rather like the little list I did last week), but I’ll try most things once. If I like it, I’ll try it again.

1. The Misanthropic: Name something (about humanity) you absolutely hate.
I hate that we hate. It seems to me that most of our problems stem from this tendency.

2. The Meretricious: Expose something or someone that’s phony, fraudulent or bogus.
The Bush Administration’s plan to go to war with Iran. They’re doing it to cover up a failed policy in Iraq and to satisfy Cheney’s jones to start WWIII.

3. The Malcontent: Name something you’re unhappy with.
It’s bloody freezing in this office, and my hands hurt they are so cold. And it still hasn’t snowed for real here yet. And, it’s Monday. I hate Mondays.

4. The Meritorious: Give someone credit for something and name it if you can.
My blog pals make me think and laugh. I like them.

5. The Mirror: See something good about yourself and name it.
I have all my own teeth (minus my lost wisdom). Thanks to whitening strips, they even look decent right now.

6. The Make-Believe: Name something you wish for.
I wish, I wish, I wish I was walking around some new city in the spring. It would be nice if there was some nice lad walking around with me.

Tag! I'm It: Five Things About Me

OK, since I can’t really come up with anything interesting to say on this Monday evening, I’ll do Vic’s tag now. Here are five things about me. Only four are true. Guess the one that’s false, and I’ll say that you are the smartest person alive. A caveat—sadly, those of you who know me are disqualified.

1. I was a cheerleader in high school.
2. I worked at McDonald’s for a summer.
3. I can roll my tongue.
4. I’ve run for public office.
5. I’ve been tear gassed at a protest.

Good luck! I tag anyone and everyone who has yet to participate in this little game.

The World Would Be a Better Place If ________

Bless Robyn’s heart. She’s given us another assignment. This time I’m truly grateful, because I am feeling about as creative as Sauce (see photo in earlier post). She has asked us to fill in the blank for this sentence: "The world would be a better place if ________. "

For some reason, I keep singing that ditty, “I’d like to teach the world to sing, in perfect harmony…” after thinking about the question, but I still managed to come up with a few answers. They aren’t deep, as they've come from someone with the creativity of Sauce. I make no apologies.

The world would be a better place if:

— we didn’t have to work for a living.
— everyone had everything they needed.
— chocolate was a diet food.
— we didn’t need diet foods.
— I could dance all the time.
— we could, well, just get along.
— every day was like Sunday, but not silent or gray.
— laundry did itself.
— there was always a concert in the park, and the band was good.
— red wine, good champagne, and Guinness were available at will.
— I had a massage every day.
— my daily massage was given by a hot man named Sven.
— everyone got their minds out of the gutter.
— everyone had knowing little smiles on their faces all the time.
— nice dogs lived forever.
— we could fly.
— I had a teleporter.
— we could switch back and forth from childhood to adulthood as we saw fit.
— everyone was healthy and happy and lived in peace.

Tag. You're It.

Spice Girl

Dive saved me from having to come up with a post idea today (sorry, I'm not feeling terribly creative this week). For some reason, he’s really into his spices. He’s asked us to post pictures of our spice racks. Well, I have a little spice shelf. I get my spices at the health food store, and I got cute little jars to put them in. I keep them on a shelf I bought at a flea market a couple of years ago.

Enjoy the spicy!

Off subject: I do not watch a lot of things on You Tube, but last night I saw this video at my sister’s house. You may have seen this before, but I hadn't. I laughed my ass off. I’m still singing the song.

Trip Down Memory Lane

Now Dive is the Giver of Assignments. He’s asked us to post pictures from our misspent youths. Robyn has obliged (she's so cute!), and now I’m feeling guilty. As my parents are the keepers of the family photos, I don’t have many pictures of my childhood with me here. I did find this one, however, that seemed like a good fit for the assignment.


I remember this day pretty clearly. My family and I went to the Maine coast with my grandparents. My Pop-Pop had given me this new hat, and I thought it was cool. A note: I didn’t (and don’t) have buck teeth. I’m not really sure what kind of facial expression I was going for here. Pop-Pop was a bit of a shutterbug, and I know I sometimes got annoyed with the constant flash-popping.

Enjoy.

This is the view from my living room window. As you can see, I’m high up. The trees still have a few leaves, making it hard to see the tidal river in the distance. The nifty antique shop across the street is owned by my landlord. I like the autumn light against the yellow grass in the marsh beyond.

The Road Less Traveled, As Told by My Refrigerator

Robyn, Robyn, the giver of tasks. In her latest assignment she asked us to think about what we would do if we took the other fork in the road, just this one time. Where would we go? Right now I have enough “what ifs” in my life that entertaining them doesn't seem like a healthy idea. In lieu of completing the assignment in writing, I thought that I would share my thoughts via my refrigerator.

Here is my fridge

(the cactus card is a breakup card from a

dear friend—inside it says “Love Hurts”—how true)

Here is a close-up of one magnet
That's where I'm at

Wonders

Robyn gave us an assignment. I didn’t want to do it; I don’t like assignments. I haven’t done it exactly, but these are some photos that are home to me.

This is on the bridge on the way to my favorite beach.

Leaves turning—I used to climb this tree when I was little.
I couldn’t climb very high.

Winter came early one year.
I snapped this outside my current apartment.

I occupied this chair for a summer.
I hated the job, but I love the way the sky looks against
the water and the trees.

White Mountains, New Hampshire.

I snapped this photo in the North End of Boston one summer day when I was feeling sad.
It made me feel better.