Light Urple

In case you are unaware of the significance of "Light Urple"-- which I noted as one of the shades that I find most pleasing-- please follow this link. It's around 2:50 into the clip. Sorry... couldn't find one to embed.

100 Things About Me, Part I

I have been trying for the last two point five years to come up with my "100 Things" list. Here's the first 25:

1. If given the choice at a coffee shop, I’ll order a simple café au lait with Equal and skim milk. Mochas, cappuccinos, and lattes are just a little too much for me. The only exception is when there are pumpkin lattes available. Then I’m all over that.
2. Occasionally, I suffer from embarrassingly loud gastric noises. It’s mortifying actually.
3. The first live concert I ever attended was a Sonny & Cher show… when I was 2. It’s one of my earliest memories… I recall my dad lifting me up so I could see her. She was wearing something orange, red and sparkly. Quelle surprise. Apparently, Cher was my idol at that tender young age.
4. I’m utterly worthless without 8 or 9 hours of sleep at night. 9 is better.
5. In our family of 6 (hubby and 4 teenagers), I am the smallest. And they remind me of it often.
6. I am overly polite to people I don’t know well, but I am not polite enough to the people in my family.
7. I am empathetic to a fault. I know it’s supposed to be a strength, but crying about someone else’s pain—especially when I don’t even KNOW that person—sometimes borders on the ridiculous.
8. My favorite color is any shade of purple—lilac, violet, amethyst, “light urple,” ANY shade.
9. I have freakish memory… I mean really FREAKISH. Not necessarily for important things, but for those things that people would never have a need to store away. Like, remember that time when I was 5 and you were 3, and you lay down on the driveway and told me to run over you with my bike, and I did? And then I got in trouble for it, because, although you were younger, I always did what you told me, and mom said I should know better? And she sent me to our room to wait for dad to come home, while you got to eat ice cream? Yeah. Like that.
10. I am very easily irritated. Again, quelle surprise.
11. I believe in ghosts.
12. I took six years of French, and have probably forgotten 4 years worth of it. I hope not, but I’m not very optimistic.
13. I’m having a difficult time thinking of 25 things… how am I ever going to get to 100???
14. I am a classically trained singer, and I play the piano and violin. I dabble on the guitar and bass guitar. My talent strengths of each go in that order, too.
15. I took classes years ago in oil painting and love it, but haven’t had time to paint in years.
16. I used to be a better than average photographer (won awards in high school for originality, quality of shot, etc.). Now am VERY amateurish, but want to be good again. I love taking photos.
17. I think I am much older than I want to be, but am also to a point in my life where I’m comfortable with my maturity… even if it’s not in the chronological sense.
18. My birthstone is the garnet, even though people sometimes think they are rubies.
19. Sometimes I miss being a teacher. But then all I have to do is step into a school building, especially a middle school, and then I’m reminded why I don’t miss it so much.
20. Even though I’m really empathetic and highly sensitive, some people who don’t know me very well might initially think me cold or distant. It’s a defense mechanism really.
21. When I was little, I wanted to be these things when I grew up: Cher (duh!), a race car driver, a teacher, a veterinarian, a performer at Disney World, a brain surgeon, a writer… and then back to a teacher again.
22. There are days when I absolutely detest email and wish it had never been invented.
23. I’m a sucker for cheesecake.
24. I’m also a sucker for a tear-jerker movie or book and will most likely cry when reading/viewing. I’ll hide it from you, though. You won’t see me cry.
25. I’m a sucker for over-committing myself. I take on too much, because I can’t say no, and then I whine incessantly about it. (No?!? Really?!? Isn’t that why I have a blog?!? Haha)

Hoppy Easter!

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A Profession of Love and Thanks to the Farm Boy

When I opened the garage door to head out to dinner this evening, there was a new* car sitting in my driveway. Yep. That's my new* car. The Farm Boy RULES.

Pics to come later.

And you know what else this means?!?! NO MORE LOSER CRUISER FOR MRS. GRUMPY! W00T!

*ahem* This site shall be temporarily known as the Happy Frump. Grumpiness will commence again tomorrow morning, as I'm sure I'll find something to put me into my usual sour mood.

But for now.... did I mention how much I love, love, LOVE my Farm Boy?!?! He's the coolest. And he's hot. And even though I'm just a grumpy old frumpy girl, he tells me I'm pretty every day. Yes, it's usually right after I wake up, looking like hell... and he's probably just trying to convince himSELF that he didn't marry a troll... but hey. You take what you can get.

*"New" to us. It's against my principles to buy a brand new car, drive it off the lot, and lose around 20% of its initial value. You can do it if you want, I'm not judging you. ;-)

UPDATE: Lest anyone think me VERY spoiled, I just wanted to note that he didn't buy the new car outright. We still have to make the monthly payments. This isn't one of those Lexus commercials with a new car and a bow.

A Scary, Yet Hot Dude in the Bog of Eternal Stench

What a crazy few days we've had recently... I won't bore you with all the details, but on top of everything else, one of our little doggies had to have emergency surgery on Sunday. Nothing too serious, and he's fine now... and I've learned a thing or two about dogs that a) I didn't know before, and b) I still really would rather not know. ;-)

So, in a nutshell, that's my excuse for not blogging the last few days.

Today's post is about a crush I had when I was younger... not really an inappropriate crush (other than the age difference), but one that I really couldn't explain. In fact, it made me feel slightly creepy.

I'm sure few people in or around my age-group would think me odd for having a slight crush on David Bowie. Compared to his Ziggy Stardust years, he has that hot-older-guy-rockstar thing going on now. Did you see him in Zoolander? Yikes. I hope I age as well as he does (but in a girly way for me, of course!).

But that's not when the unexplainable crush happened. No, that was years earlier... back in 1986, when he played Jareth the Goblin King in Labyrinth. Jennifer Connelly starred in this movie, too.

David Bowie was SCARY as Jareth, yet strangely seductive. I was a teenager then, and I couldn't figure out why I found him so attractive! Was it the makeup? The funky 80s Goblin King hair? The strange costumes? I don't know. I still don't know. And yet... still pretty attracted to Jareth. Take a look/listen for yourself... and then tell me why.

Is It November 5th Yet?

I don't care who you are... with which party you align yourself... I'm TIRED of talk about primaries, delegates, superdelegates, candidates, and political commercials.

It's not that I don't care about the election. I do! And I exercise my right to vote. Maybe it's simply that I made up my mind a while back about my voting preference, and I'm just impatient to get it over with.

Or maybe it's just that I'm grumpy and sick of hearing of it all.

Great White North Friends, back me up here. One of your fellow nationals told me that Canada has a law about campaign publicity restrictions... something like no more than 4 or 5 months before the elections? Is that about right? As with everything else in the US, I think we just let things get a little out of hand.

But that's just me.