Monday’s a B*tch – Envy

  1. Who do you aspire to be like? I’ve got some friends that I’d like to be more like in some aspects (Sarah, Betsy). I used to have more people I wanted to be like when I was in ministry, but now I’m without some of that.
  2. Does it bother you when your significant other is friendly with members of the opposite sex? Absolutely not. I trust him, and am confident enough in myself and our relationship. I don’t look good in jealousy anyways.
  3. Does the amount of media attention that someone like Paris Hilton obtains seem unjust? Unjust, no. Stupid, overrated, ridiculous, yes.
  4. Has your own unhappiness ever caused you to unintentionally resent the happiness of another person? Absolutely. I tried very hard when Alison got engaged to be happy for her, but there was a part of me that felt sad for me. I know there were many more times in high school and probably college where this was even more true, but hopefully I’ve grown since then. I’ve tried very hard to separate my joy for someone else’s happiness from my feelings for myself that are only brought about by their situation, so I can be happy with them and not encroach on their joy, but also recognize what I’m thinking and feeling and deal with that on my own.
  5. Have you ever changed to fit in with a desirable group? Isn’t that what junior high and high school are about? I never really did the “fitting in” thing well though. I just am who I am, and as apologetic as I can be about that, it’s not going to change. I’m not a good chameleon. I’ve kept quiet sometimes so that people might think I’ve changed to fit in, but really I’ve just tried to avoid conflict or didn’t think it would be beneficial to share that I was on the opposite side of the argument. I think everyone changes a little bit depending on who they’re with – it’s our nature. That’s why we all feel a little off-kilter when our worlds collide. I don’t swear at all around Mom, and rarely at work, but am much more likely to with Amanda and Liz. There are some friends I feel much more comfortable talking about faith and belief with, and some I feel more comfortable talking about work-related things, and I could go on. I’m more likely to try hard to be friendly and appear interested when talking with friends’ parents than, say, co-workers. Different sides of the same coin.

Monday Madness

True or False (and feel free to elaborate)

  1. I consider myself to be very organized. True – I miss Organized Living! I think at a certain point I owned more things to organize items into than I did items (though some who’ve helped me move probably doubt that I ever owned “less”). I like that I always know where to find batteries, permanent markers, jewelry, tea lights, and most everything else. The thing I’m particularly bad with is paperwork at home – I just don’t have a good system and it all gets thrown into one pile and lost or misplaced or forgotten about.
  2. I tend to get more done when I’m pressed for time. True, though this is something I’d like to not rely on so much in graduate school as I did in college. I’m no spring chicken, you know, and staying up all night the day before a paper is due doesn’t hold the same appeal as it used to. And I only like self-imposed pressure (like when I wait to get something done until the last minute), not externally-imposed (like when someone else has waited until the last minute and then realized they needed me to do it for them).
  3. Multi-tasking is something I do often. True, especially when one of the things is watching TV. I always did homework in front of the TV (well, in college at least – my parents didn’t let us do that growing up). I read, knit, make jewelry, clean my room, talk on the phone (though these days I have to mute it or turn it off so that I really pay attention to the conversation)… all while watching TV. The only thing I don’t multi-task well is cooking, as Prince Charming can attest to. Distraction leads to forgotten ingredients or steps missed completely, which leads to less-than-yummy baked goods if it’s not caught.
  4. I might be a perfectionist. True, though I try to only impose this on myself and don’t hold others to the same standard. (Doesn’t mean I don’t hold them to some standard of excellence – I do often have high hopes.)
  5. I enjoy Mondays as much as I enjoy Fridays. False, almost always (unless it’s a holiday). I hope that once I have a job working in my new career of choice, I can answer true. But for the time being, work is something I do to pay rent, and it’s not a job I love (though I don’t hate it either, most days). Plus, Monday means the weekend is over, and without getting sappy (note that I’m feeling particularly emotional today due to circumstances already blogged about), and weekends mean spending time with Prince Charming and… other things.
  6. If I didn’t make a list (or hang a post-it note) I’d forget what it is I need to do. True, most of the time. Plus, I just like lists. They make me feel like I’ve accomplished something, that joy of getting to cross things off.
  7. I have no problem asking for help when I don’t understand something. False, though I’m trying to get better at this. Yesterday I asked for a lot of help while sorting through cables and a/v equipment, some of it circa my elementary school days, and technology of the 80’s baffles me, truly.

Tuesday Twosome

  1. Have you been called annoying? If so, were you offended? I was a junior high girl. I’m quite sure I was called that and it was true and deserved. And I’m sure I was offended, being the highly sensitive, emotional girl that I was. And I think that some youth group kids have referred to things I’ve done as annoying (as in, won’t tell them what games we’re playing, won’t let them tell each other to “shut up,” that sort of thing).
  2. Have you ever insulted someone? If so, did you feel guilty later? Hasn’t everyone? But at the same time, not really very much to someone’s face. In my first elementary school, there was this boy with red hair who was covered with freckles, and we called him “Freckle Face,” which I’m sure sounds especially cruel coming from me, but it was eat or be eaten in second grade. And in junior high, girls are particularly mean to each other. I don’t know if I felt guilty about any of it at the time, but I sure don’t now. All things considered, I think in terms of face-to-face interaction, I’ve dished out far less than I’ve received.
  3. What is more important to you, someone who looks great or who has a great personality? Why? Personality. A great personality and character (which is really more important than both of them) makes someone much more attractive. Likewise, a beautiful person can become really unattractive just by opening their mouth.
  4. When was the last date you went on and how did it go? Um… do I have official dates anymore? I just spend lots of time with Prince Charming. If they’re assumed, maybe they’re not dates. But suffice it to say, it went well, whenever it was (seeing as how we’re still dating).
  5. What is more embarrassing, food stuck in your teeth or food spilled on your clothes? Stuck in teeth, definitely. I’m quite used to having food spilled on my clothes, and am rarely embarrassed about it anymore. Most of high school had me spilling coffee down the front of my shirt before lunchtime anyways, and it’s just far too easy. Of course, it’s pretty easy to get food stuck in my teeth, since they’re all wedged in there pretty tight, but I try to be… diligent about not letting that happen. Depending on the meal, it’s definitely a fear of mine.

The Friday Five

  1. First time you cooked for someone else? Mom made Alison and I each make a meal every week since we were in junior high.
  2. First time you threw up in someone else’s toilet? I don’t think I’ve ever done that. Wait. Yep. Never.
  3. First time you did anything illegal? I shoplifted a pen from an office supply store in junior high. Even in my “wild rebelliousness” I was a geek. Wow, that’s a sad story.
  4. First time you saw snow/the ocean (whichever is more exotic)? I saw the ocean for the first time on a family vacation to North Carolina when I was 15. It was the last family vacation we ever took, too, so it’s special for a lot of reasons. I love the ocean. If I could figure out a way to live between the
  5. First thought when I say “crumple-horned snorcack”? alsk;d 8q5il2; fjal;sd 8;lw ???

Tuesday’s Tales

Write about:

  1. Something that bothered you last week: gossip.
  2. Something that made you smile: news that we were getting a temp in to help with the backup of clerical work.
  3. Something that made you sad: the last half hour of King Kong (I’m not too… something to admit that I cried [link removed], though I might not admit that in person, and I was arguably overly emotional this weekend anyways).
  4. Something that made you angry: Romeo continually peeing on all of my shoes.
  5. Something that made you happy: getting back in touch with a friend from high school.

Borrowed Meme

  1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought? Ugh. Ugggggghhhhhhhh.
  2. How much cash do you have on you? $36.00 (pre-Starbucks run).
  3. What’s a word that rhymes with “TEST” (not last person’s answer!): Best.
  4. Planet? Uranus, because it makes me giggle a little bit (I know, it’s so junior high boy of me).
  5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list: Unknown Number. I hate them. They never leave messages.
  6. What is your favorite ring on your phone? Save A Horse by Big & Rich. It’s actually the only one that wasn’t pre-loaded, and I haven’t been able to get onto Cingular’s media network in such a long time that changing it has been impossible.
  7. What shirt are you wearing? Pink sweater. (And yes, I’ve got the pink shoes on too. And my socks that say “Kiss Me Stupid” on them.)
  8. What do you label yourself? Anything but cool.
  9. Name the brand of your shoes you’re recently wearing? Sketchers. I know, they’re not exactly the current trend, but I love that I don’t have to break them in.
  10. Bright or Dark Room? I like mellow lighting. Bright makes my eyes hurt (fluorescent is the worst, especially in places like malls where the air is really dry – then I just look like I’ve been getting high).
  11. What were you doing at midnight last night? Reading Pride & Prejudice.
  12. What did your last text message you received on your cell say? Doh. Courtesy of Prince Charming. It’s actually the only text message I’ve ever gotten that wasn’t from NorthWest Airlines or Cingular.
  13. Where is your nearest 7-11? I have no idea. I don’t think we have those here. I miss the Slushie machine.
  14. What’s a saying that you say a lot? Fabulous.
  15. Who told you they loved you last? I have no idea. Is that sad? I don’t think so. I feel loved. I’ve been using that word a lot lately (at least in my head).
  16. Last furry thing you touched? Romeo
  17. How Many Drugs Have You Done In The Past three Days? Just the usual 2. No headaches this weekend.
  18. How many rolls of film do you need to get developed? I’m surprised this question even got asked. Do people buy regular film anymore?
  19. Favorite age you have been so far? Anything past 24 was good.
  20. Your worst enemy? My high school reunion (the 10-year one is just around the corner and keeps harassing me via email. I’m not going and you can’t make me!).
  21. What is your current desktop picture? Snowy hills.
  22. What was the last thing you said to someone? Wow.
  23. If you had to choose between a million bucks or to be able to fly, which would you choose? Clearly, a million bucks. I’m not all about the money, but I think it would be a lot more useful and practical at this point in my life than the ability to fly.
  24. Do you like someone? Am I in junior high? Do I “like” someone? Yes, and why don’t I have my friend tell his friend to tell her brother and he can tell….. I don’t really want to dignify this question with an answer, but I will say that “like” is a pretty lame word to describe how I feel about my boyfriend Prince Charming. I think even Jane Austen would agree (watch Sense & Sensibility and you’ll know what I’m talking about – that scene with Elinor & Marianne when the latter asks the former to describe how she feels about a certain man.)
  25. The last song you listened to? Sister Christian by Night Ranger.

Four for Friday


  1. Time: Comparing the last 365 days to the previous 365, do you have more, less, or about same amount of free time on your hands? If more or less, what changed over the last year? Much more free time, since I’m only working 40 hours a week these days. Things have gotten much more relaxed, especially without a car, because then I’ve learned to be patient and that waiting is just part of life.
  2. Money: Do you think having more money would buy you more, less, or the same amount of happiness as you have in your life today? If more or less money, how much more or less would it take? Money doesn’t buy happiness, so… yeah. I do know though that if I had more money that I’d be less stressed, could get out of debt, that sort of thing, and there’s a certain amount of happiness that could be related to that. But still. I’ve never thought I would have any quantity of money in my adult life, with the career paths I’ve chosen and so forth, so my idea of happiness hasn’t been related to it at all.
  3. Dating & Kissing: Thinking back to when you were in junior and senior high school, do you ever wish you would have kissed/dated more, less, or about the same number of people that you did back in the day? I dated so very little in junior high and senior high, and for the most part I’m really OK with that. By the time I graduated, all of the guys I knew were quite unattractive (they might have been fine physical specimens, but most of them were jerks and had other undesirable character traits), so there’s no one I can think of I really wish I’d had a chance with. The only thing I can say about the kissing issue is that when I started dating this year, my complete and utter lack of experience in that arena had me more freaked out than anything, and part of me wishes that I’d been able to stress about that when I was 17 instead of 27. But there’s another part of me that knows why I waited and am glad I did and know that it’s part of who I am, and I wouldn’t trade that for the world. There’s a few other benefits I can think of as well, but I’ll keep those to myself.
  4. Exercise: Do you plan to exercise more, less, or about the same amount in 2006 as you did in 2005? Oh, the ambitious, health-conscious part of me would love to say more, simply because 2005 involved a lot of sitting on my butt. However, I also know that while I was working at the church I did a lot more running around and playing with the kids, and I won’t have that anymore. I do walk more now that I don’t have a car, so that’s good. Since the only thing I really like to do is go running, and the sidewalks are snowy or iced over 6 months of the year, it gets hard to make a habit out of anything.

Monday’s a B*tch

What was the worst…

  1. Date you’ve ever been on? Senior year of high school I went on a date with this guy (Daryl, and yes it was always joked, “and his other brother Darrell” by my youth pastor and the youth group guys). It was our first date, and I was really excited about it because I’d been crushing on him for a while but he was really shy. So anyways, he picked me up and we went to a movie (James Bond: Goldeneye, which had way too much sexual content for my comfort) and then for ice cream and then back to my house, where we sat on the living room couch (no TV in there) and talked (boringly). I suppose it doesn’t sound that bad, but he just wouldn’t go home and wouldn’t get the hint. By this time it’d been seven hours long, and I mentioned something about him being late for his curfew and he didn’t care and it was all just… too much. No kiss good night, no second date (though he did call me four months later, after I’d been basically ignoring his existence, and ask me to prom, and I turned him down to go with girlfriends, and then he said, “well, let me know if you change your mind,” which just sealed his fate with me, because that kind of… neediness or loserness or whatever you want to call it when someone doesn’t get it after you keep rejecting them… is really unattractive and unacceptable in my book).
  2. Embarrassing high school moment? Early freshman year I tripped up a flight of stairs on my way to French class and there were some juniors and seniors nearby. They might have laughed (I don’t remember). That’s not the most embarrassing thing that happened to me between 1992 and 1996, but it’s the only one I can think of that happened at high school.
  3. Party you’ve ever been to? I don’t really go to parties because I don’t like them, so without sounding too rude, most of them would fit in the category of “worst party.” I only like the ones I throw (because then I know everyone that’s invited and feel completely comfortable in my surroundings).
  4. Lie you ever told? The one I can think of (because I lied to my parents a ton in junior and senior high, and I just can’t remember it all) is the summer after freshman year of college when I dated this older guy and didn’t tell my parents specifically because I knew they wouldn’t let me but he had the same name as a friend of mine so I just sort of implied I was going out with him instead.
  5. Vacation you ever went on? I’m going to throw out there the camping trip that Amanda and I went on this fall, with the rain storm and soaked tent/sleeping bag and sleeping in the car and losing the car keys and generally lots of not-fun-things. I want a re-do.

Question of the Day

Do you play any musical instruments?

Why yes, yes I do. I’ve played the piano since I was seven (so that’s 20 years for those of you who are about as good at math as I am). My parents bought us a guitar when I was in high school and I play that for my own amusement more than anything. I cannot play the organ, despite a semester of lessons in college (the whole moving feet thing was too much). I’d love to play the cello (but I don’t).

Friday Fun

  1. Do you think it is possible to find true friends on the internet? I’ve never actually made friends via the internet. I’ve met a few guys to date, but only through dating sites. (At least one of those worked out pretty well, seeing as how he’s cooking dinner for me tonight.)
  2. Do you still have the same friends that you had in your school days? Absolutely not. I have one friend left from high school, and we talk maybe every six months. I’m still in touch with several of my college friends, but most of them are married with kids and live in Illinois, so I don’t see them very often and we have less in common as time goes on. That’s sad to me, but a fact of life nonetheless. My oldest and dearest friend (not in age) is Betsy, and we’ve been friends since junior year of high school, but even we’ve not kept in contact as much as we’d like to (but we do more than email, which is more than I can say for a lot of my other long-distance friends). She got married last summer, so getting together has been harder, but hopefully she’ll be in town for Christmas (our respective hometowns, that is) and I can get together with her for coffee. I should go email her.
  3. Do you have close friends of the opposite sex as well? I have, on many occasions, had guys I’d consider my best friend at the time, but most of those relationships have gone down in flames (due to my apparently irresistible charm). The ones that didn’t end disastrously just faded out, and now I don’t have any guys I’d consider “just friends,” and that’s been true basically since college, or at least since Arizona, which is why I used to get so flustered when just trying to have a conversation with one, being completely out of practice.
  4. What are the 5 qualities you find most attractive in a friend? Loyalty, trustworthiness, openness, comfortability, and compassion. (And yes, I would describe Amanda and Liz that way, and probably throw in a few more fantastic descriptors as well, seeing as how they’re wonderful and all.)

Friday Fiver

  1. Favorite brand of jeans: Toss-up between Old Navy and New York & Company. I can always count on Old Navy for inexpensive pairs, but sometimes the styles are a little too… teenager-y. But then New York & Company had to go and have all sucky styles this season, so I can’t depend regularly on them either.
  2. Magazine you read regularly: Real Simple
  3. If a button came off your clothing, could you sew it back on? Um… yeah. And hem pants. And… well, make my own clothes if need be.
  4. Have you ever had a curfew? In high school my curfew was 10 on weeknights and 12 on weekends, though I almost never needed it (I can think of a handful of times when I was out until almost-curfew). Freshman year of college we had a curfew of midnight on weeknights and two on weekends – I know that sounds weird, but it really was a great thing, especially for certain boy-crazy roommates of mine who would never have gotten any homework done if they didn’t have to be back to sign-in at the dorm. Lots of people complained about it, but some people need structure, I think. Also, as long as your grades were good enough (or you didn’t get put on behavioral probation), you didn’t have a curfew second semester.
  5. Most dangerous thing you’ve done: Um… I’m not really the dangerous type. Can’t think of anything off the top of my head. Wait… I can be less-boring than that. OK, the summer after my freshman year of college I dated this guy who was 27 (I was 19), and didn’t let my parents know about it, and we’d met online so it could have been dangerous I suppose. But I met him in a public place and drove my own car and didn’t let him know where I lived, so I was relatively safe. My parents still don’t know, though. His name was conveniently the same as another one of my friends, so I would just say I was going out with X. It wasn’t technically lying. I suppose that could have been a dangerous thing, if he had turned out to be a wacko. Luckily for me, he wasn’t, had three sweet kids, and on a trip to Russia married a girl named Olga. Oh well.


Aside: Where did I put my brain? [Editor’s note: anyone who finds said brain is requested to please return to owner asap. Owner is rather amusing without lost item, but not nearly as functional. If found, please do not alter in any way before returning, unless of course you’re a brain surgeon and you have figured out a way for me to use more than 10% of my brain. Then go ahead.]

Tonight I’m going to see Serenity with Prince Charming. I had thought it looked like a good movie, but didn’t really think much about seeing it in the theater. And I’m excited about going – it’s just one more thing boyfriends are good for (seeing movies you wouldn’t with your girlfriends). With my girlfriends, I want to see a chick flick in the theater, or maybe a comedy if it’s really good and probably not full of juvenile/bathroom humor. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a friends with whom I’d see non-chick-flicks with. I went to see Life As A House with the associate pastor’s daughter at that church that remains nameless but we still don’t go visit that city even though it’s just a few minutes away. Betsy and I saw… Star Wars Episode 1 when she visited me in San Francisco (that may have been the night of too much margarita and not enough food, because it’s all a little fuzzy). I saw Jurassic Park with Mom (terribly embarrassing story). I saw White Squall with the guys from youth group at the $1 theater in my hometown. That might be it.

At any rate, I’m looking forward to it, and that’s what I’ve been trying to say.

Anyone wanna stop by my house and check the temperature for me? No? How about calling my landlords and finding out what the crap is going on? Melissa and I have decided that they must be having a problem getting/keeping things going, because they wouldn’t just ignore us like that (seeing as how there’s laws about that). But still.

I have very ugly socks on today. And another piece of clothing that is very Bridget Jones-esque that Amanda knows about and is now laughing about, I’m sure. (Yes, I’m allowed to have private jokes with my friends and not tell everyone about them. It’s my blog, after all.)

Because I Feel Like It

I’ve got about 10 memes up in my browser. We’ll see which ones I actually complete.

The Music Memoirs: Top 5 Crying Songs (interpret as you wish)

  1. “All By Myself” by Jamie o’Neal comes to mind, from that scene in Bridget Jones’ Diary that I hope I never feel led to replicate
  2. “One Moment More” by Mindy Smith
  3. “Concrete Angel” by Martina McBride
  4. To be totally cheesy, “Friends” by Michael W Smith
  5. “Little Girl” by John Michael Montgomery

Friday Fandango

  • Have you ever kissed another blogger’s ass fawningly admired another blogger (on your blog or their comments) just because you think of them as a blog world celebrity? Not because I thought of them as a celebrity, but I have given high praise because I thought they were cool.
  • Have you ever avoided another blogger because you considered them to be inferior (poor grammar, bad design, boring read, crappy photographs, lousy blog platform, etc.)? I haven’t avoided another blogger (seeing as how I don’t really know any in person), but I have avoided their blogs. It’s just not worth my time (which is a huge insult considering I’m bored out of my skull at work looking for the slightest bit of entertainment).
  • Have you ever left a comment out of pity (because it was so obvious that they weren’t as popular as you!)? Um, I don’t know if I’ve ever felt someone wasn’t as popular as I am. Clearly this question was not written for me.
  • And last, but not least, have you ever giggled like a little girl because “a playful primate” graced you with a comment or a link back? I’ve giggled like a little girl, but never because I got a comment or a link back. I’ve smiled and been happy with comments though.

Friday Fiver: I have the most terrible rabbit infestation

  1. What’s your favorite animated characters? Winnie The Pooh
  2. Violence in cartoons – funny or harmful? Horrible unless it’s clearly adult-oriented cartoons, and even then I think it might just be sugar-coated crap that kids are going to watch anyways and it’ll lead to the downfall of our society (that might be taking it a bit far… melodrama anyone?)
  3. Can you do any impressions? Not well. I do a halfway decent Miracle Max’s wife (from The Princess Bride, “liar, liar!”) and … something else. I can never seem to remember both impressions that I do at the same time. Always forgetting one of them. Probably because neither are really worth the time (though it is often fun to yell “liar, liar!” at work.
  4. Would you consider yourself artistic? Autistic? No, wait. Um, depends on your definition of artistic. Let’s go with creative.
  5. What’s your favorite type of cheese? I have to pick a favorite? Don’t you know they’re all good? It depends what we’re talking about here. I mean, Havarti is good on a turkey sandwich, whole-milk mozzarella is just… mmm, and there’s nothing like a good pepperjack with avocados and fried eggs on an English muffin.

Four for Friday

  1. When you were in high school or college, did you purchase/wear a class or school ring? If so, do you wear it anymore? I don’t weary my class ring anymore (just like I don’t wear my letter jacket – that’s so 10 years ago), but I do often wear my grandmother’s class ring. I was very proud of my own class ring throughout high school though, seeing as how I paid for it all by myself.
  2. How often do you use a public or college or university library? What’s the last book you checked out of a library? I haven’t been to the library in a while. I went a few weeks ago to use the internet and found I couldn’t without a library card, and so I left. Because the last books I checked out of the library were returned… very late, and I think they still want money from me. I consider that the new wing on my public library back home in Illinois was funded mostly through my late fines. Strange, since I worked at a library in college (and Mom does). But in college I could auto-renew them while at work, so that helped.
  3. Earlier this week, Apple introduced a video-enabled version of its ubiquitous iPod. Do you own an iPod or MP3 player? If so, do you download and listen to non-music podcasts? If you do listen to podcasts, which ones are you currently subscribed/listening to? If you do not own an iPod or comparable device, would you like to have one? If so, do you think you’d use your new iPod mostly for music or podcasts? My pda runs Windows Media Player, which is all I need these day. No podcasts for me.
  4. How concerned are you about a widespread outbreak of what’s being called the Avian Flu? I only thought about it briefly and wondered about friends, having spent a bit of time in Romania. When they had some flooding a few months back, I emailed Kate to see if her friends were OK, since she spent 6 months there, but I didn’t think the Avian Flu was worthy of another email.

Of Sentimental Value

A Dodge Colt lives in my neighborhood. Specifically, a red 2-door hatchback Dodge Colt. It’s a year or two newer than the one I used to drive (surprisingly, the model got boxier into the 90s – our 1990 was quite “sporty,” if ever a hatchback could be called that). While the death of Skippy (that was my car’s name, you know) was sad, I don’t exactly remember what happened, and choose to remember our times together fondly.

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(Not my actual car, but someone else’s that looks just like the one I used to drive.)

See, I learned how to drive with Skippy, in the gravel parking lot at Dad’s store. Skippy had power nothing. In fact, Skippy didn’t even have a stereo system when we bought him. (Dad installed one with a tape deck that stopped working somewhere during senior year of high school after I played my “Ace of Base” cassette a few too many times and it went on protest.) Learning how to drive without power steering in a gravel parking lot – now that’s good stuff. (It actually came in handy when my next car, Merle, a white Chevy Corsica, had a power steering pump that kept breaking at inopportune times, though one could say anytime would be inopportune, and it had to be replaced four times. At least I could still drive without the power steering.)

Skippy was a great car. He took me to and from school every day junior and senior year of high school, and even let my friends carpool (though getting people in and out of the back seat was always fun) and drove me and my one high school boyfriend around (because he didn’t have his license yet). You could stow tons of stuff in the hatch, and since I was on the go a lot those years, I often had multiple changes of clothes (school to work to youth group was a fun one) in there, and my rollerblades, among other things. I got my first speeding ticket in Skippy, when a friend and I went down to Taylor College in Indiana for a leadership conference (jerk cop thought he was doing me a favor).

Skippy became Alison’s when I went to college, which was only fair since Skippy wasn’t really mine in the first place, but the family second car. (At some point at the end of freshman year, Dad bought me Merle the aforementioned, and Skippy kinda just became Alison’s, with the divorce and everything after.) Skippy took Alison to college and back several times (a long drive from Chicago to the Twin Cities), and I eventually graduated and moved to Michigan with Merle (who has a whole host of his own stories, but we’re talking about Skippy today).

Then we did some fun switching around of cars. Right when I moved to Michigan, Dad moved in with Candy, which meant that I got a lot of hand-me-down furniture. It also meant Alison bought Candy’s car, a “hot teal” sporty something, and since Merle had seen better days, I bought Skippy from Alison. (Merle next went to live with a new professor at Judson, who removed all of his bumper stickers and drove him for many more years, much to my chagrin.)

Skippy promptly died in Michigan, and no one wanted to work on him since he wasn’t American-made (it wasn’t his fault his engine said Mitsubishi on it!). He sat in the repair lot of an auto shop downtown Holly for a good six months while I drove the church van and waited for a friend to find the right computer part at a used parts store so we could repair Skippy for $70 instead of $700, which I thought was a good idea since I’d only paid $600 for the car (though I think I still owe her some money for that…). After the computer part was replaced, Skippy died again after another month or two, which is when I gave up and bought my Honda Civic, whose name I can’t remember (probably just because the end of his life was so traumatic that I’d like to forget it). Skippy went to go live with some charity that picked him up for free and gave me a tax write-off.

It amazes me that I still see Skippys driving around town. They’re a good 12-15 years old now, seeing as how they stopped being manufactured in 1994. I’ve seen red ones almost exclusively, but I’m not sure if that’s because Skippy was red or because that was the most popular color for such a “sporty” little car. At any rate, the one that lives in my neighborhood always makes me smile when I drive by. There’s one of those pull-down shades for the baby attached to one of the backseat windows, and a bumper-sticker or two (I think), and just a general sense of well-being. It makes me smile every time we cross paths. Good times, good times.

Wednesday Mind Hump

  1. Can you remember where you were in life ten years ago? If you could travel back in time and whisper something to yourself ten years ago, what would it be?
    • Ten years ago I was a senior in high school. I worked part-time after school for the city (in utility billing), had about 4 good friends at my school, and was very active in my church youth groups. I knew I wanted to go into youth ministry and had told my parents and others, but didn’t know where I was going to go to college. I went on college-visiting weekends with both Dad and Mom (separately), but never took them to the school I wanted to go to (and ended up at). I had an on-again-off-again mad crush on a boy in my youth group who was so amazingly wrong for me (and barely knew I existed, except to tease and torment). I think if I could go back and tell myself anything, it would be to relax and lighten up a bit, to not take everything so seriously, and to stop crushing on certain boys.
  2. You inherit a large piece of land and decide to build a theme park a la “Disneyland, Sea World, etc.) What would you name your theme park and what would your mascot be?
    • Ah, my theme park would have to be AfroLand. My mascot would be… I’m going to go with Jan Brady in that afro wig from the Brady Bunch Movie. It could be a whole seventies-rainbow-peace-love thing (and maybe a yellow-brick-road just for good measure). And of course, there would be our sister park, our arch-nemesis, WetHead (or BedHead?).
  3. What would someone absolutely HAVE to know about you if they were considering sharing a room with you?
    • My alarm clock has been known to go off for minutes at a time (without my noticing it), and occasionally I leave to take a shower and forget that I’ve just hit snooze and not turned it off. I’ve been known to sleep through the alarm completely (as in, it probably went off for an hour straight and I didn’t hear it), and also to turn it off in my sleep. I own the loudest and most annoying alarm clock I could find at Target, and most days I want to rip it out of the outlet and throw it against a wall. I’ve heard this all can be very annoying (probably biggest complaint college roommates had), but I wouldn’t know, seeing as how I’ve not actually been conscious for most of it. I’m really just happiest if a person wakes me up and there are no noisy interferences (garbage trucks, car alarms, fire alarms, alarms in general).
  4. According to the song White Rabbit, “one pill makes you larger and one pill makes you small”. If you were offered these pills today, which pill would you take and why?
    • Can I pick which areas I’d like to make larger or smaller? No? OK then, I’d take smaller, because even though I like being tall, sometimes I think it would be convenient (or at least “cute”) to be shorter (waif-ish, pixie-like). Or if we’re going really small (or convexly really big), it’d be super-convenient to hide or sneak around, though it would take longer to walk places. But I think being really big would just get inconvenient, bumping my head walking through doors and always having to stoop and never finding a chair big enough. Unless I was big enough that I could just pick up an entire office building, in which case I probably wouldn’t have to go to work anymore. But being that big would make typing (and writing and surfing the internet and playing the piano) very difficult, and I really wouldn’t like that.