November 24, 2014

random quarter: the q&a edition - november

there's a five-year journal called q&a: three hundred sixty-five questions - five years - one thousand, eight hundred twenty-five answers. i found it at barnes & nobles and anthropologie. it's good for road trips. it's good for these rq posts i do. this one's gonna be a little different. instead of me rambling about some subject of my choosing, i'm picking twenty-five of november's questions from this here book and anwering them with five words or less.

one. what was something you couldn't do today? have lunch with the twins.

two. what's your biggest expense right now? transportation.

three. when did you last hold a baby? i don't remember.

four. what time did you go to bed last night? nine.

five. what are you bored talking about? sex.

six. is there anything missing in your life? yes.

seven. what song could be your self-portrait? indigo girls' closer to fine.

eight. what do you need to vent about? family.

nine. waking up was pleasant.

ten. what are you obsessed with right now? fixing things potentially irreparable.

eleven. which friend(s) did you last speak to? veronica.

twelve. what is your dream job of the day? something in communications.

thirteen. when was the last time you checked an online social network? fifteen minutes ago.

fourteen. what do you have to get done? my room's a disaster zone.

fifteen. what are your favorite shoes? brown docs.

sixteen. what are you trying to do? i don't know.

seventeen. what is your favorite brunch food? sausage, egg and cheese sandwich

eighteen. who have you recently deleted from your contacts/address book? i don't know.

nineteen. how much water did you drink today? none.

twenty. what three words describe your family? smart, odd, loving.

twenty-one. who inspires you? currently? no one.

twenty-two. what was the last risk you took? submitting a manuscript.

twenty-three. what five words describe your mood? sad, shameful, frustrated, disgusted and perturbed.

twenty-four. today you almost had lunch with the twins.

twenty-five. did you leave work on time? no.

November 13, 2014

random quarter

one. my friend melissa and i attempted to watch gone girl tuesday. we sat in that theater for maybe twenty minutes of the show. then we walked out.

two. froot loops are better than fruity pebbles.

three. my first dog, a black lab, was named buckwheat.

four. if given the opportunity to take a trip to anywhere i want with as many or as few people as i'd like for as long as i'd like and money is no object, i would go by myself and fly to alaska and hawaii and then i would take a nationwide roadtrip for however long it takes me to see what i want to see.

five. i'm still descending, though the fall isn't as speedy and straight as it had been.

UPDATED FRIDAY: actually i spoke too soon. apparently there's a whole other chute into hell that i was supposed to find. though this one isn't quite as vertical as the last, it's slick.

six. if a genie were to grant me three wishes i would wish for... here is where the road diverges... if i'm descending, then i would wish for love and health for my younger brother, love and health for his children, and sudden death for me (the less violent, the better)... if i am well, i would wish for love, literary representation and publication. (either way... it's selfish.)

seven. i believe in ghosts... that it's entirely possible for a spirit to linger and to haunt.

eight. i am not a huge fan of steak, but if i must eat it, i would prefer it be cooked medium well.

nine. if i am out with my friends at a bar, i like chocolatey drinks and lately i favor a variation of a mudslide. i'm not too much a fan of the blended version... just put the liquor (an ounce of tito's vodka, an ounce of kahlua, an ounce of bailey's) and a little milk in a rocks glass, and i'm good. if the bartenders can't be accommodating, i'd probably get a vodka (tito's again... it's from texas, yall) tonic.

ten. two insurance companies have determined phineas is totaled, but the dealership is saying he can be fixed, so... more waiting. i just want my car back. i can't afford a new one, and i'm kind of in love with that one. i hadn't realized a person could be in love with a car. and yes, i'm aware of how ridiculous that sounds.

eleven. i don't much care for dancing.

twelve. i don't much care for jalapenos, BUT there's a cheesy bread that's got those in it that i love.

thirteen. my biggest achievement is existing when i'd rather be extinguished.

fourteen. if i could go back in time and change something i would hold my older brother tight instead of giving him the pathetic excuse of a one-armed hug he got the last time he reached out to hug me.

fifteen. i am not hungry at all and yet i can't stop munching on the stupid bag of nacho cheese doritos to my left and sipping on what is probably my fifth soda for the day (dr. pepper! yum!).

sixteen. i want a new job. the other day i went to a staffing agency for assistance and was told they could not help me. when i went to a former manager and asked if i could come work for her, she was oh so reluctant. i suppose i should keep the job i have, yeah? at least i have one.

seventeen. i count on my father. i wish i didn't do that quite so much as i do.

eighteen. the other day i used the word pervasive correctly in a sentence; i had to ask my mother just to be sure. on the same day i had to look up the spelling for the word rapport; i'd been helping a friend with her resume and had forgotten how to spell it, so i googled repoire (spelled just like that). my friend suggested that maybe if i couldn't spell the word that perhaps we shouldn't use it in her resume. but i figured out how to spell it. affect and effect confuse the snot out me on a regular basis. i just thought i'd mention this in case yall were thinking i'm some linguistic genius. i'm not.

nineteen. the last person in my missed calls is geico's insurance adjuster calling me about phineas.

twenty. i am very bad about overstuffing myself and overindulging. if it's good, more's better, right?

twenty-one. my biggest expense right now is going to be phineas' repairs. he's really messed up, yall. really messed up. so those following distances they preach about in driver's education and defensive driving... those really are crucial things.

twenty-two. the texas longhorns' football program should remain as is (pathetic) forever.

twenty-three. my dad is my hero.

twenty-four. at the moment, i am stuck on needtobreathe's something beautiful.


hey, now. this is my desire
consume me like a fire
cause i just want
something beautiful
to touch me

twenty-five. i don't really have a victory dance. if something goes well and i'm that excited about it, i throw my fisted hands up and lock my elbows so that my arms are straight like goal posts on a football field.

October 30, 2014

the good in my day: october

getting off work on time. earphones (because i just had to sit in front of the baby who cried the WHOLE way to georgia). the medic. coligny beach. chatting with the bartender at proof. my nephew. my bed. weezer (because it was that, aerosmith's eighties rock ballads or adele's sad shit). reading dickens' our mutual friend in the courtyard before work. ed sheeran's lego house. chatting with the soldier boy. the chat i had with my general manager... her reinforcements are sometimes miraculous things that help to restore my sanity. the mornings i've slept until ten (lately i've been waking up most every night at around four a.m. and then again at eight... so those extra hours of sleep are a welcome blessing). dinner with josh and dianne. the two claires. knorr butter noodles. pansies. bodycology bath products. fireworks. trick pony's pour me. the judge. george strait's run. martina mcbride's anyway. the sky on the way to work today: there was this fantastic smattering of white, white clouds shaped like a giant's thumbprint right over the sun. caterine. sarah, the car salesman at the toyota dealership here in town. cherrie's kindness and willingness to alter my work schedule. fudrucker's. leigh's counsel. tylenol pm. the edits i made to the first chapter.

having said all that... i'm damned glad this month is O V E R.

the good in my day

i read in a magazine or on a website or something... somewhere... about how one should write down the most beautiful thing about the day. and that looking at this list will help a person see her life differently, more positively.

my parents. the patriots beat the broncos!!! st. vincent. more editing... but i only cut out a couple dozen pages. so eighty percent of my story is pretty damned awesome and ten percent's pretty okay (at least, i think so). stephanie. forgiveness. chatting with the soldier boy. the aggies beat auburn!!! chicken spaghetti. chatting with the folks at deaux's. shopping with mom. shopping for mom (clothes for the wonder twins). melissa. nick and nihar. the theory of everything. st. john's bay's long-sleeved, boatneck cable knit sweaters (so comfy!). flannel star wars sheet set. the folks at lenny's sub shop on research forest drive. the nineteenth of november was a pretty good day; my head was clear, and i didn't feel hateful. veronica. friday's interview. dianne. pete's piano bar. kim. metallica. hallmark's the christmas ornament.
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