All of this is to say that, although I want to be original and witty and insightful and whatnot, I simply cannot rally. All I want to do is sit out on my deck, stare out into the darkness, and have a very stiff drink. Or a stiff man. Whatever comes my way. (And as I near my 2 year anniversary of being celibate, I'm guessing that the stiff drink is the more likely companion...)
So I stole this. A meme. Here goes:
A - Accent: The East Texas accent is a bizarre animal. George Jones has it. So does Matthew McConaughey. Lady Bird Johnson has it, big time. So it vacillates between genteel deep south and inbred redneck. And then there are those of us who had the shit scared out of us by our voice coaches in theatre school who told us we'd be typecast as truckstop waitresses and abused wives if we didn't lose some our drawl. Let's just say, I have a love/hate relationship with my accent.
B - Breakfast Item: (Not every day, because I'd be the size of a Mini Cooper, but ultimate breakfast food), migas.
C - Chore you hate: Is shaving your legs technically a "chore?"
D - Dad's Name: James Austin. I briefly considered naming my daughter "James."
E - Essential everyday item: Gum.
F - Flavour ice cream: Mint/chocolate chip
G - Gold or Silver?: Silver
H - Hometown: Longview. County seat of Gregg County, Texas.
I - Insomnia: Primarily when I'm stressed. I usually have no problem getting to sleep, it's staying asleep that I can't do. Ambien is a wonderful, wonderful thing.
J - Job Title: Project and Communications Coordinator
K - Kids: One. The Geej. Nearly 18 mos. old. Amazing little person. More beautiful than I could've ever imagined. Smarter than me. A gift from God.
L - Living arrangements: Me. The Geej. The old lady cat. The young boy cat. A house that we just moved in to in November. The first place I've ever owned.
M - Mum's birthplace: Kilgore, TX. Home of the world famous Rangerettes!!
N - Number of significant others: Do toddlers count? If so, one. If not, zero. ZERO.
O - Overnight hospital stays: Three. All gynecological. All a TOTAL blast*. (*Not a blast. At all.)
P - Phobia: Roaches/"Water bugs" And eels. I fucking can't even visualize an eel with out getting the heebie jeebies. And you'd think that Unagi would be the ultimate revenge. But I can barely read that word on the menu without breaking into a cold sweat.
Q - Queer?: Experimented? Yes. Decided it was for me? No. Respect the shit out of it? Yes.
R - Religious Affiliation: None, really. Had the whole Southern Baptist thing growing up. Have had interest in Judaism and Universalist Unitarianism as an adult. Haven't pursued either with any kind of conviction.
S-Siblings: None. But apparently my mom had a 2nd trimester miscarriage before me. A boy.
T - Time you wake up: Weekdays--5:55am. Weekends--as late as The Geej will let me sleep. Usually 7:45-ish.
U - Unnatural hair colours you've worn: If you count my wig collection--aqua, violet, firetruck red, platinum, royal blue, pink, magenta, black, If you count my adventures into actual haircolor, there are many: platinum, dark aubergine w/hot pink streaks, dark brown with bright red streaks, dark auburn with platinum streaks, basic auburn, bright red. If it's in the red or blonde color spectrum, I've done it.
V - Vegetable you refuse to eat: Beets.
W - Worst Habit: God, there are so many. I'll just grab in to my mental grab bag...um, ooh! What have we got here?! Oh..."Being Lazy." That's right folks: Any spare moment I can grab, I'm lying on the couch, gazing at the ceiling. I call it "down time." But really, it's time when I could be doing Pilates, or curing cancer, or sewing on buttons. So really, I'm just being lazy.
X - X-rays youÂve had: Teeth. Neck. Foot.
Y - Yummy: Anything that has any one the following ingredients: Avocado. Salt. Cheese. A fried substance. So, like a skinned avocado, rolled in sea salt, dipped in batter, fried and covered in cheese would probably cause me to have a stoke with delight.
Z - Zodiac sign: Aquarius. Don't believe me?
That is the "water bearer." The symbol of Aquarius. It's (of course) on my lower back area. So typical, right? But I assure you: the circumstances around me getting this tattoo are not typical at all. But that's fodder for another post...
Night, night Freaks.