-
-
I'd not be as afraid. I'd realize that people are all scared little kids who flex or fly depending on the circumstances. I'd be more outgoing because I'd know that the worst thing that could happen was that I'd find out more quickly who my friends are. Also, I'd remind myself that even if you take the jewelry out, the piercing holes remain---choose wisely.
-
Daniel by Elton John. It makes me miss my brother so badly that I can't stand to be in my own skin.
-
I don't know. I really don't.
-
Probably The Secret Garden. That book is still pure magic. I used to see it in my dreams in bits and pieces. I'm not sure if it shapes what I read or write today, but it reinforces my belief that sometimes, just being persistent and optimistic lead to good things. Oh, and just the site of a bit of greenery in the midst of a long winter gives me hope.
-
I'm a chocolate on chocolate kind of gal, so it'd have to be a super dense and rich chocolate cake with a crazy dark chocolate frosting. Dare I say that it might even have a hint of espresso powder in the frosting? A big glass of ice cold milk would be important to have on hand.
-
Oh, I'd definitely choose you. It might turn into girl crush date time, but I'd still choose you because a) I'd get to escape motherhood and wifely stuff for a plane trip out west. b) I'd make you take me to whatever is like the cool place that mainstream people don't EVEN KNOW is cool and we'd be all talkin' it up and laughing and drankin' and stuff.
I'd plan nothing. I think the best things that happen to you are rarely planned! -
I did have an imaginary when I was about 5. Her name was Amy Elizabeth Rowe (holla, 80's!) and she was older and way awesomer than I could ever hope to be. She was like the kid who would part the crowd of scary, terrifying other kids and make you cool with her.
-
I have to say that I wouldn't have come home. I'd have somehow made it to a Waffle House where I would have ordered a patty melt w/ mayonnaise & extra pickles. Also, a double order of hashbrowns: scattered, smothered & covered to be eaten with lots of salt & ketchup. A cherry diet coke from the fountain is a must in this case.
contingency: if i had made it home, i'd have probably managed to knock back a glass of water & some advil before sleeping it off. next on the agenda would be going to the Waffle House where I would then order a pecan waffle with lots of butter & syrup, scrambled cheese eggs, raisin toast and a side of bacon.
dammit, you wench! i'm starving now! -
Here's the truth as I know it: I've never really paid attention. But, if I were guessing, I think it boils down to the fact that Jesus doesn't smoke grass.
-
truly? i have rank apathy when it comes to thinking of names this time. but, i guess you really asked what are some of my faves...or maybe that meant what's on the top of my list? hmmm...
faves for a boy? hayes, thomas, cal, eli, avery
for a girl? genevieve, anabelle, josephine, katie, miranda
the child that is currently in utero already has his/her name selected one way or the other. i let my husband choose because, well, it's his first child. i've been to this rodeo before. -
He was/is handsome, awkward, assertive, and douchey. His wife had died only 6 months prior when we went out, and I was not yet divorced= recipe for disaster. He wanted sex with no strings and I wanted love. I had not entered my sexy divorcee time yet. We were just both like 6 month old pups of the opposite sex who knew we wanted to do something but had no idea how to do it. :-) Okay, but straight up, this is what I learned: I learned that just because your spouse died and there's a pretty huge sympathy factor (let's face it, especially for the hot guy trying to raise 3 kids on his own) IT DOES NOT MEAN HE'S NECESSARILY A GOOD GUY. I think women have an ardent desire to help and nuture a widower. But, the fact remains that even if his wife did die of a rapidly progressing cancer, he still might have been a totally douchey husband.
My point is that sometimes we get really clouded by the idea of something as super romantic: death, depression, saving people. And, sometimes, there are people who don't really merit the time investment.
That guy was one of those guys. He'd cull you in with his drama, and then turn out to be a total ass. -
dood. you already asked that. lay off the sauce.
-
Multiples. Do you remember Multiples? They were geometrically shaped clothing--primarily squares and tubes. Heinously overpriced. I specialized in the Miami vice colors--turquoise, hot pink and black. I also enjoyed wearing stacked socks of the same colors with my Eastland loafers. And, naturally, I had claw-like bangs.
-
Elton John's The Bitch is Back. Because when I can howl that one, it means I'm fucking awesome. "I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, and I'm better 'n you. It's the way that I move, the thangs that I do...woahawoah!"
-
duh. the muppet show.
-
that's a toughie. usually, i give all the credit to dooce or shaniqua the pizza flinger, but lately, i gotta go with the @byflutter.
-
by my own hands.
-
liv’s Bio
living in the deep south. teaching yoga. taking care of kids. taking care of business. fierce love of life--the bitter & the sweet.
