Tuesday, April 25, 2006

More Self-Indugent Memism

Accent: Texas Drawl. Oh, lordy, its horrible. Gettin' worse by the year. If I put my mind to it, I can sound somewhat presentable and intelligent, but mostly I just say things like dawg (dog) and awl (as in 'ain't thay-ut uh big ol' smelly awlwell', or 'chainge thuh awl in thuh ca-ar'.)
Booze: Margarita-ville.
Chore I hate: I don't mind chores as long as I feel like its my choice whether or not I do them. If I HAVE TO DO them, I hate 'em.
Dog or cat: Dobermans. Until I tried cats. Cats are so cool! I don't know if I will ever go back to dogs. Unless I adopt a greyhound...
Essential electronics: I loves me some internet, yessirreebob.
Favorite cologne(s): Estee Lauder's Knowing!!! (I like how Clinique's Happy smells on other people. On me it smells just like the citrus air-freshener my grandmother used to keep in her bathroom.)
Gold or silver: Silver. But gold works a lot better with my coloring. Unfortunately it doesn't work nearly so well with my bank account.
Hometown: Born in Fake Cow County, actually. Never really lived here until college. Lived all around West Texas while I was growin' up with a short stint in Montana. (Do you know they have high school football games on Saturday afternoons in Montana? Whut thuh Hel-yul?! Its like livin' in a whole state full of Seventh Day Adventists or somthing.)
Insomnia: Occasionally. I almost never have trouble going to sleep, its staying asleep after 2:00 a.m. that is sometimes hard.
Job title: Community Supervision Officer, Supervisor, Training Officer, Officer of the Day, for a while it was Interim Director, and a few others that shall remain nameless here.
Kids: One soon to be 10-year-old step-daughter who recently became a full-time resident.
Living arrangements: A huge double-wide a couple miles out of town that we laughingly refer to as the Spooky R Ranch.
Most admirable trait: I never take anything seriously. Whatever happens, it ain't gonna be permanent, so why worry?
Number of sexual partners: Nunyabidness.
Overnight hospital stays: Well, if you count all the times I stayed overnight with Jackson, it is a freakin' lot. Other than that, the only time I've been in the hospital, since my birth, was for 15 minutes when I had to be admitted to the hospital so I could take a radioactive pill to kill my thyroid. I went to the admissions office, signed a form, rode an elevator down to the basement where the nurse handed me a lead vial and said "Don't touch that pill, just swallow it." I did, then rode back upstairs, got in the car and went home. Didn't get any flowers or cards or anything. What a rip-off!
Phobias: I don't know if it counts as a phobia, but I hate certain words. (Dollop and tarpaulin, for example.) Bleh. I dunno why, but I just can't stand 'em.
Quote: Oh man, I love quotes! Tons of quotes! And right now I can't think of a single one.
Religion: Christian. I'd also like to be buddist and pagan. Although not all at once. I just want to be a monk on top of a mountain somewhere for a while and/or run around in the woods at night, worshipping the moon. (I tend towards shallow religious commitment that way.)
Siblings: One brother. Adopted. Our parents sent him to a plastic surgeon early on and had some work done so he would look exactly like me. It worked so well, we look like twins. Except we're not. And he's adopted.
Time I wake up: weekdays? 5:40. Weekends around 7:00. I would really like to sleep later, but I can't. If I sleep past 8:00 a.m. I always have an incredible headache the rest of the day. Its like having a hangover, but with nothing to show for it.
Unusual talent or skill: I have lots of talents, but none of them particularly unusual.
Vegetable I refuse to eat: any part of three bean salad. Retch!
Worst habit: Pshaw. Like I have any bad habits! heh, heh.
X-rays: teeth, throat, arm, head, chest
Yummy foods I make: Why is there always a cooking question?
Zodiac sign: Capricorn. I think it means I am supposed to be somewhat anti-social. I somewhat am. Sometimes.

11 comments:

annie said...

But that's what it is, a dawg!!

Do you also pronounce "batt-er-y" as "batt-try"?

Or "deisel" as deis-nel"?

Just curious!

annie said...

Isn't that supposed to be diesel? Why, yes, it is. My bad. It is not that I can't spell, it is that I can't type.

BTW, "five" and "nine" are two words I work hard to pronounce without a trace of accent.

reverendmother said...

I really enjoyed reading your answers!

Signed,
A Fellow Capricorn

Princess of Everything (and then some) said...

Jonboy is so NOT adopted.

SpookyRach said...

We give words as many syllables as humanly possible over here Annie. Its "bat-ter-ry" and "dee-sull".

I'm not so sure about five. I think I can say that in just one syllable. Nih-un is a different matter.

jonboy said...

You're just jealous cause I'm the good looking one. Plus, I'm the favorite. Just ask mom and dad.

cheesehead said...

Ahem...I hear you're sending people to hell over here. What's that about?

SpookyRach said...

Its about the okra, woman! Its always about the okra!

Greek Shadow said...

Very interesting thoughts. Hope you're enjoying Earl, wish I had a truck again.

Friday Mom said...

If I ever give up on this ministry gig, I'm going to adopt your approach to religion. Sounds perfectly blissful to me.

Wide Lawns Subservient Worker said...

You are never going to believe this. About a month ago I had the radioactive thyroid thing done too! It has messed me up something awful. I have been scared that I will gain a bunch of weight. Did you? Did it make you sick? And I used to wear Happy perfume and people always complimented me on the smell, but it made me sneeze.