mouthwash, phone numbers, and a couple thunkers questions (but not as many as i would have thought)

Welcome to the October 1st version of Thursday Thunks!

This week we will answer some crazy questions brought to you by

Kimber, the number uno and the color of the night in a moonless sky.
 

1. What color is your mouthwash?

It's, ummmmm....., I don't-use-any colored?  But I do brush and floss faithfully.  Does that count?

2. Do you remember your first phone number? Have you called it recently?
First, like when I was a baby?  I have moved over twenty times in my life.  So, yeah.  I don't remember it.  The earliest one I remember is......  329-1808.  And I don't even remember what area code it was, so I have no idea which phone number it is.  I'm guessing it was when I lived in OK?  So obviously I haven't called it recently.  Why would I do that?  I barely call my CURRENT phone number, let alone previous ones!

3. BPD in OKC's question- Do you have a super-secret hiding place and what's in it?
I have a couple not-so-super-secret hiding places.  I have already started Christmas shopping, and that stuff is tucked away.  Other than that, I don't have much worthy of a super-secret hiding spot.  Answering questions like this make me feel so vanilla.

4. When was the last time you used a pay phone? How much did it cost to make the call?

Crickey - I didn't even think those things still existed until I was way out in Podunk, USA a few weeks ago and saw one.  I couldn't believe it!  I haven't actually used one in so long I can't remember doing so, but I'd venture to guess it ran me a quarter or so.

5. What was that noise?

The sound of my hopes and dreams being crushed under the heel of the world's giant boot.
(Guess I am still a little ray of sunshine this evening...)

6. Stef H's question-how long is a woodpecker's pecker?
a.  Ewww.  And 2.  A woodpecker's pecker is as long as a woodpecker's pecker if a woodpecker would peck wood.  Or something like that.
 

7. How many comments did you receive on your last Thursday's Thunk?

Well let me look that up for you.....8.  And as a bonus, I leave you with........ BumpIts.

 

tailgating

We are a family of campers who haven't been camping in waaaaaay too long.  This year, in absence of a decent camping trip, we have substituted the outdoorsy fun of tailgating.  This feeds our love of being outside in the fresh air, hanging out with good friends, eating too much yummy food, and of course - beer.  Today we joined in with about a hundred of our closest football fan friends for another tailgating good time.  It certainly did not disappoint as it was a picture perfect day.  Weather was amazing, food was great, group was entertaining, game was a blowout (in our team's favor.  Wooooo!). 

We have little cheerleaders and for the past several years have spent our fall Sundays on the sidelines supporting them.  Even so, when packing to tailgate for the first home game this season to support our alma mater, our youngest actually threw a fit about how SHE DID NOT WANT TO TAILGATE!!!  She obviously had no idea what she was being asked to do.  Now we're wearing wigs with team colors, sporting fresh sunburns, and are horse from screaming.  Good times I tell ya.  Good times.

lather up, laugh it up, and have a colorful day

Welcome to the September 24th version of Thursday Thunks!

This week we will answer some crazy questions brought to you by Kimber, the number 1172007 and the color of the walls in an asylum.

1. Does soap or shampoo have to really lather up for you to feel that it cleaned thoroughly?
You know what, I do!  I hate shampoo that doesn't lather good.  And I love body wash to be all bubbly too.  Never thought about it before, but yes!

2. Do you have a long standing joke with someone that you still laugh about every time you talk to that person?

Sooooo many......

FFR.

I don't even own A gun.....

I don't see the legs!

I have something important to tell you.

If you like that sort of thing...
Walked into a church.  I passed along the way.

We have the same skin. 
Mama, I so tired.

Funny's my favorite.

3. Share something that happened to you this past week that was unusual.

I actually wore a bumpit in my hair.  I had big happy hair.  Just like you are supposed to have.

4. If you dropped a purple crayon and a green crayon off a roof, which would melt faster in the sun?

I am once again more concerned with the circumstances than the result.  Why the heck am I up on the roof throwing crayons off and waiting for them to melt?  I can think of a dozen more interesting things to do up there.

5. You are standing in line (grocery store, bank, etc.), and someone gets in line behind you that stinks. The stink is so bad that people in line in front of you turn around and look to see if you are the one causing the stink. Do you cover your nose, hold your breath, breathe through your mouth or just get out of line altogether?

Well first, I make some kind of squishy face and roll my eyes and make it pretty darn clear that the stink is coming from somewhere BEHIND me.  I'm not taking the blame for that bit of nasty.  I mean, it's not like I'm just going to throw my groceries on the floor and run out or anything, but....Then I start edging forward and away from the source. 

6. If you dropped your cell phone in the toilet, would you fish it out? If so, how much soap would you use to wash your hands afterwards?

OMG - I would be piiiiissssssssssed.  I would be forced to fish it out.  Actually, I would probably force hubby to fish it out.  Then look up the cost of replacement.  And hope to God the sim card made it out alive.
 And of course, lots and lots and lots of soap all around.  (This is all regardless of the state of the toilet, in case that is a factor for people.)

7. Sydney Australia dust storm (clicky). How long do you think it would take you to clean your house after that sort of dust storm?

Isn't that CRAZY???  I didn't even click the link.  An online friend posted picks earlier today.  Everything was glowing orange, even the dog.  Never saw anything like it!  Not sure how long it would take to clean up after - a lifetime or so?

8. Do you think you can dance?

So I think I can dance, dance, dance, dance........
No, I don't.  I feel like a dork dancing.  But love to do it anyways.  As long as I am not being forced (i.e. C'mon, c'mon, c'mon - get on the dance floor with us!!!)
 

9. You are out to eat and someone across the room is staring at you. Do you get paranoid, try to ignore them, or go find out why they are staring at you?

I like to go the stare right back at them route.  It's a classic.

10. Come up with a crazy, wacky Thursday Thunk question.
I hate this.  I suck at it.  But ok, here goes........
What is something you have said to someone that you wish you could take back?

Happy Thursday, Y'All!!! 

i have feelings. so sue me.

One of the things I don't do well is express my feelings.

I spend most of the time squashing things down deep and putting on a shiny happy mask and making a joke or turning the focus away from myself.

Why do I do this?

Well, because when I open up and share I feel judged or crazy or not cared for or misunderstood.

The truth is, sometimes things are NOT rosy and perfect and great.  And that doesn't always mean that things are the worst or as bad as the next guy has it, but FOR ME they are not good. 

Why can't I just be allowed to have that, fercryinoutloud?!

I have no healthy connections in my life where I can safely outlet these feelings.  A normal friendship or relationship or whatever where I listen to someone and they listen to me.

WTF???

This past year for me has had more than its share of crap.  And when I can no longer hold it all in and manage it quietly to myself, I am mocked and called a DRAMA QUEEN.  Further confirmation of my lack of any true friendships.

I can't even believe that I am saying all this here, just need to offload somewhere before I freaking explode.  I am so damn tired of being so damn lonely.

these are the moments

The kids started back to school last Thursday, and this is our first full week of school.  My schedule has changed, and now I am home with them when they get home from school.  It is such a shift from the way things were last year.  I am so happy to be able to be there with them and for them. 

I just wish I had a better handle on the schedule shift!

It seems one of the big first week of school projects this year is to decorate a composition notebook.  Excellent!  Girls, please step into my office and let's dig through the scrap supplies.  They were thrilled to have open access to the paper, stickers, die cuts.....  They were both expressing their thankfulness for having such a scrappy mom!

One of the girls remembered that I had told her last year what she owed me for such services, and she wanted to know if she could just put this year's stuff "on her tab."  Great.  I have already taught her how to shop on credit.

On our adventures through town we passed by a truck labeled "Wastewater Service."  My daughter wanted to know why there was a service to waste water.  "Yes," I told her, "that is where you go to just dump buckets of water out, and waste the water."  Then I explained to her what a wastewater service was.  I timed it perfectly as we passed the wastewater treatment plant.  I guess she never thought about that whole process before.  She was practically vomitting and declared that she would never be drinking or using water again.  Well good luck with that, I told her.  Then she wanted to know, Does the water that comes out of the refrigerator come from there?  Is there water in Juice?  Is there water in milk?  How about milkshakes?  She was totally skeeved.  I was sure to have a giant glass of water when we got home.

I have been coming to realize that my girls are clever, and they are starting to learn their ways around the system.  Good for them actually, because that is how real life works.  We pass an ice cream shop at the end of the street, so have to go by it just about every time we leave the house and return.  I have recently put a ban on asking "Can we get ice cream?"  So instead, yesterday they began to gear up on our approach past the ice cream shop by discussing amongst themselves how much they enjoy ice cream.  Not getting a proper reaction from me, they just began discussing louder and louder how refreshing and delicious ice cream would be. What could I do?  They did not technically ask for some, thus had not broken my rule.  Well played.

These are the moments, folks.  These are the moments I have been yearning for.  And I am blessed to have them.