The Picture Tag
January 9, 2009 at 7:52 pm | In Blog stuff, Memes | 14 CommentsI’ve been tagged by Becky. I sometimes ignore tags (*looks innocent*) but this one looked fun. 
You’ve probably seen it around.
Rules:
1. Choose the 4th folder where you store pictures on your computer.
2. Select the 4th picture in the folder.
3. Explain the picture.
4. Tag four people to do the same.
5. No cheating (cropping, editing, etc.)
This is a very washed out picture of me with a new headband on. My sis-in-law made me three headbands for Christmas. I love them! One is pink and purple (the one I have on in this picture, but it is so washed out you can’t tell), one is brown with white stripes and little flowers, and the third is hot pink with orange polka dots (my niece picked out that fabric, can’t you tell?). They are fantastic…with little bows at the bottom and a small piece of elastic to help it stay snug.
This picture was taken on my webcam. I was trying to get a picture of what the headband actually looked like (ie, the pattern on the fabric) but the lighting was horrible and I was too lazy to get out a real camera.
So now I’m supposed to tag 4 people. Most of my PA friends have been tagged already, so I’ll branch out into other states. If you’ve been tagged already or really don’t feel like doing this, I won’t hold you to it.
1. Sam – ok, he hasn’t been tagged yet
2. Tobi
3. Kluane
4. Julie
(I have a sneaking suspicion those first two will turn their little noses up at me, and possibly even term me as an ATB. But, let’s hope they prove me wrong!)
Unimportantination
September 26, 2008 at 11:24 pm | In Memes | 7 CommentsKatina tagged me for this meme, and I think somewhere along the line others have too and I’ve forgotten, so I guess now is a good time to do it. Just what you always wanted to know:
6 Unimportant Things About Me
So I’m supposed to list 6 unimportant, random things that you may not know about me. But, then I think, what exactly is unimportant? Things that may seem unimportant to you, are not necessarily to me, because they are…well, me. And things that I think are really truly unimportant may possibly be very critical for you to know about me. And how do I know what you may not know about me already, considering I have no idea who *you* are. Decisions, decisions…which brings me to my first point.
1. I analyze. Perhaps I overanalyze. Way too much.
2. My earliest memory is from when I was 2 1/2. I remember sitting on the cold, concrete floor in our church in IL, playing with my friend. Our mothers were making dinner or something on the counters above us. In retrospect, I think it must have been our last service there before we moved to PA.
3. I love English. In high school, I used to diagram random sentences just for the fun of it. Have you ever tried to diagram passages of the Pauline Epistles? (This one for example.) Yeah, lots of fun.
4. In accordance with my last point, I also love to write. (No shock to you, I’m sure.) I wrote, illustrated, and ‘published’ my first book when I was about five years old. Not too many publications since then, however, and the original manuscript no longer exists. (I think some guy bought it for 50 cents and that was the end of that adventure. He may have also been the same man that bought a bucket of painted rocks from me for 1 dollar. I was quite the entrepeneur back then.)
5. I did not get my driver’s license until I was out of high school and over eighteen. There was really no need for it, and in the end, it saved me a lot on insurance.
6. I greatly dislike the sport of volleyball. Surprisingly enough, I actually played three games or so of it the other night and ENJOYED it! I shocked myself, but also got eaten by mosquitoes in the process.
There, that wasn’t too painful. Just because he needs all the help he can get (haha), I tag Sam. If anyone else wants to be tagged, feel free to be so.
A Virtual Visit
May 30, 2008 at 9:47 pm | In Memes | 1 CommentI shamelessly stole this from a friend’s blog. I say shamelessly, but really, she encouraged us to.
If you came over to my house — You would see:
Paperwork and books–It never ceases to amaze me how much I attract of one and collect of the other
Chimney dust and paint swatches–the remodeling never ceases
I’d probably feed you:
Coffee
A lovely home-cooked meal if the time allowed it
I’d undoubtedly ask if you’d read:
Any books by Beverly Cleary. I’m on a junior high fiction kick right now!
I’d want to play this music for you:
Relaxing background music, Sun of My Soul by Brian Pinner and David Chapman
Funny music, Taylor the Latte Boy
I’d want to tell you the latest about:
My nieces and nephews
The remodeling project in the attic
School! LOL
I’d probably suggest a game of:
Smaller, quiet group, Dominoes or Scrabble
Larger, louder group, Apples to Apples or Scattergories
I might show off:
The kids’ pictures
New books just printed
My new room
I might get on the computer and show you:
Recent pictures
Crazy video clips, YouTube and otherwise
Books getting ready to be printed, which take up large portions of my day
If it was a long enough visit, we might watch:
Cranford (which I really want to see! It’s pretty long…so it would have to be a long visit )
The Dick Van Dyke show (Yes! I love classic TV shows!)
Now it’s your turn. You can steal this from me, if you would like!
Paul the Critic, Part 2
March 25, 2008 at 2:54 am | In Just stuff, Memes | 7 CommentsPaul the Critic is a chain story started by Tobi. For Part One of the story, see The Elevator.
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Part Two: Stuck in an Elevator with a Chatterbox
“No reception.” He grumbled. Okay, now I really am having a bad day, he thought as he pushed the alarm button.
No alarm sounded. He pushed the button again and only hoped that somewhere, in an office or on another floor, a bell was ringing for someone to hear. “Just great,” he mumbled to no one in particular.
The chatterbox looked at him with wide eyes and a pale face. He could almost see the words forming in her brain, ready to spill out and assault him like a rain deluge. He turned slightly away from her to give the impression he didn’t feel like talking. It didn’t work.
“Oh. My. Goodness.” She started slowly, drawing out each syllable in a dramatic voice. “This is just, like, horrible! What am I going to do? I, like, can’t miss this show! And Darius, when I don’t come home, he’ll be so worried.” Slowly she gained speed until her words were being spewed into the air, tripping over each other in their haste to be heard. “And I don’t have, like, anything to eat or drink. I don’t have my cell phone to call anybody. What if it is a terrorist attack? What if the power went out? What if the lights turn off? We’ll be in here in the dark!” With a squeal, she flounced closer to Paul and acted like she might grab his arm to keep from falling should they suddenly be plunged in darkness.
He reacted quickly and lunged for the panel of buttons. One step was all it took to avoid her, and he frantically began pushing the alarm button again. Work. Work. He thought, as if by sheer concentration and strength of mind he could cause the alarm to sound. I can’t believe this is happening to me. Why me? He almost moaned it out loud.
Hearing a sniffle, he chanced a brief look over his shoulder. In the corner, she had crumpled into a pile, her jacket flung out beside her, her bag left where she dropped it, and that pesky shoe in the other corner where she stood before she had grabbed for his arm. Tears had begun to course their way down her cheeks. Oh brother, he thought. I didn’t think this could get worse, but I think it just has. The last thing he wanted was an emotional, hysterical woman on his hands. Any other place and he could just walk away from it, but here, well, he was a bit stuck with her.
With a small quick breath, she began to talk again, this time even faster and higher-pitched. “How long does it take to dehydrate? Do you think we will miss the show? What if Lucy is worried? What’s the matter with this thing anyway? Have you ever been stuck in an elevator? Do you think we will die here? What ARE we going to do?” This last question was wailed out, and her chest began to heave with a forthcoming sob.
“It’s okay.” Paul tried to comfort her without stepping closer, but even verbal comforting was new territory for him. It was completely out of character for him to say such a thing, but in this situation, it was obviously in his best interest to try to calm her down. “Someone will get us out of here. We aren’t going to die, much less dehydrate or starve. It’s probably just a minor problem they are already working on.”
Just then, they heard a thud above them, followed by a few gentle thump, as if someone was walking on the elevator. The girl who had just acted like a rag doll, flopped helplessly on the floor, now jumped up as if she had a new life. “HELP!” she began screaming at the top of her lungs. “Hello? Is anyone there?”
From above, Paul heard the muffled voice of a man, but it was hard to distinguish what exactly he was saying, partly because of the metal barrier between them, partly because of the girl next to him jumping and screaming. “Shush.” he tried to scold her, but she couldn’t be stopped. “You know,” he said very calmly as he grabbed her arm (he rarely raised his voice), “If you would just shut up, we could hear what he is saying to us.”
“Oh.” She stopped jumping as soon as she computed what he said. Then she shouted to the roof, “We’re listening now.” But there was no sound. Not a voice, not a scuffling, not a thud, not even a scratch. Whoever had been there was now gone.
They stood in an awkward silence for nearly a minute. Paul definitely preferred this over everything that had gone before. They were both straining, listening for any little sound, but the elevator was heavy, solid, and nearly impenetrable to sound.
Just then, there was a screech, and the doors slid apart by almost half an inch. The girl screamed in fright, as the noise had startled her concentration. Paul just sighed. Finally, maybe there is an end to this madness. In less than five more minutes, the workmen had pried the doors apart enough for them to squeeze through. Paul barely gave a cursory glance to the girl, who was frantically pouring out all the details of what had happened to the workers who opened the door. They were now her helpless victims and he could continue his way downstairs. He didn’t give a word of thanks to the men, just walked off in long strides, nearly running for the stairs. Down the remaining flights he went, through the lobby, out the door, and stepped into his waiting car.
Finally…quiet. He leaned back and closed his eyes. His ears seemed to almost be thanking him for the reprieve. He may have even dozed off, but before he knew it, the driver had pulled up in front of the opera house. Taking a deep breath and straightening his tie, he stepped out of the car door and headed for the large glass entrance.
The air was charged with anticipation as he stepped through the lush corridors to his customary seat. The opera had just started, and he hated being late, even if it was just by half a minute. Making himself comfortable, he was soon in full-critic mode, scribbling notes like a madman.
“Pppaaauuuullll!!!” He heard someone screeching his name. The people in front of him turned around annoyed at the disturbance. At first, he was puzzled and bewildered, but it all came back to him at the same exact moment he saw the girl with curly brown hair flying towards him. Oh no, he groaned. It’s her again!
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Part Three: Stuck at the Opera with a Chatterbox will be written by Aimee
Nothin' else to say
March 3, 2008 at 5:21 am | In Memes | 2 Comments1.) If I were a doll, the accessories packaged with me would be:
Laptop, spearmint gum, coffee
2.) I have an irrational fear of:
Singing a solo
3.) What type of food do you eat at your grandparents house?
Biscuits (maternal), chocolate cake, pie, brownies, etc (paternal)
4.) What weight were you when you were born?
8 lbs. something
5.) What would you do if you were stranded on an island with the person you hate most?
Groan, inwardly of course
6.) What would you do if you found out you had been cheated on?
Probably get angry, cry
7.) Do you stalk anyone on MySpace?
No, I strongly dislike MySpace
8.) I find the thought of childbirth:
EXCITING!! Or do you mean the labor? Scary then…
9.) Next door to my house is:
A dumpster and incinerator
10.) My feet are:
Warm in fuzzy socks
11.) My preferred style of jeans is:
Skirt
12.) Do you play a musical instrument?
Piano
13.) Know how to cook?
I like to think I do!
14.) I am annoyed with:
Indecisive people
15.) What is the worst way you were dumped??
I never have been
16.) What child-related smell do you not like?
Apple-cider vinegar
17.) What sea creature scares you?
Shark
18.) What color hair do most of the people you are around have?
Brown
19.) What object have you broken most recently?
Can’t think of anything
20.) Name one of the Spice Girls.
Um…don’t know any of them
21.) What was the last thing to make you cry?
A friend’s baptism
22.) What are the stems on wine glasses for?
To make it look pretty
23.) My favorite shoes are:
My black Mary-Janes
24.) Can you use chopsticks?
Yes, but it’s been a while
25.) Do you prefer beaches or forests?
Depends on the season. Fall and spring – beach, Winter and summer – forest
26.) What serial killer do you find most disturbing?
I don’t think about any
27.) Who knows a secret or two about you?
My mom
28.) Have you ever burned yourself?
Yes
29.) What is one thing you wish to do before you die?
Visit Australia
30.) Who is your hero[s]?
My parents
40.) Do you believe that things last forever?
Material things? no
41.) What are you listening to?
Absolute silence
42.) What do you smell like?
Coconut oil
43.) Are you married?
No
44.) Does anyone regularly tell you they love you?
My family
45.) What’s the most confusing to you?
Um, this question? LOL
46.) Do you have any bad habits?
Staying up too late
47.) Have you ever wanted to be a teacher?
Yes
48.) What is one thing you’ve learned about life?
It’s best to just trust God and hang on for the ride
49.) What’s your favorite color?
Probably blue
50.) Have you ever been stuck in an elevator?
Yes (Read about it, among other things, here - see third paragraph)
52.) Has anyone told you that they like you more than a friend
To be perfectly honest, yes. Doesn’t mean I reciprocated such feelings
53.) What are you looking forward to?
Moving into my new room
54.) How are you today?
Tired
If I were…
October 23, 2007 at 3:04 am | In Memes, Ramblings | 1 CommentI found this little thing on Julie’s blog, and since she encouraged me to steal it…I did! Let me tell you…this was hard! I think that I did more of my ‘favorites’ than my ‘personality’, but is there really a difference? Don’t your favorites in a way make up your personality? Like Sarah Parker says on The Book and The Rose…”Tell me who (or what) you love, and I will tell you who you are.” Anyway, here it is, for all it is worth. Feel free to steal it too!
1. If I were a month I would be: January
2. If I were a day of the week I would be: Saturday
3. If I were a time of day I would be: 10:23 PM
4. If I were a direction I would be: North
5. If I were a piece of furniture I would be: Bookshelf
6. If I were a liquid I would be: Coffee
7. If I were a stone I would be: Pearl (Does that count? I’m not sure if they mean a gem stone, or a mineral stone…)
8. If I were a tree I would be: Dogwood
9. If I were a bird I would be: Owl
10. If I were a tool I would be: Scissors
11. If I were a flower/plant I would be: Violet
12. If I were a kind of weather I would be: Slow, steady rain…no thunder
13. If I were a musical instrument I would be: Piano
14. If I were a color I would be: Blue
15. If I were an emotion I would be: Peace
16. If I were a vegetable I would be: Red pepper
17. If I were a sound I would be: Windchimes
18. If I were a car I would be: Convertible
19. If I were a food I would be: Chocolate
20. If I were a place I would be: A small New England town
21. If I were a material I would be: Corduroy
22. If I were a scent I would be: Lavender
23. If I were a word I would be: Grateful
24. If I were a body part I would be: Nose (ok…that just sounds weird…but my sense of smell is my best!)
25. If I were a facial expression I would be: Amused smile
26. If I were a subject in school I would be: Creative writing
27. If I were a game I would be: Risk
Random meme
August 28, 2007 at 3:35 am | In Memes | 2 CommentsTired of those same old 55 questions about me surveys? Well here are 55 I guarantee you’ve never answered.
1. Is your second toe longer than your first?
No, and I’m very glad for that fact!
2. Do you have a favorite type of pen?
I actually have three, but they are all pretty similar: Micron 05, Zig Millennium 05, and Zebra Sarasa 0.7
3. Look at your planner for Sept 14, what are you doing?
Nothing penciled in yet, except for a reading assignment for BI.
4. What color are your toenails usually?
Some shade of red.
5. What was the last thing you highlighted?
An order form on which I was taking inventory.
6. What color are your bedroom curtains?
Burgundy and off white checked
7. What color are the seats in your car?
Black, and they get very hot after sitting in the sun!
8. Have you ever had a black and white cat?
Yes…her name was Tipper (because she was all black except for her ‘tips’ – nose, ears, feet, and end of her tail – where she was white).
9. What is the last thing you put a stamp on?
A letter (duh!)
10. Do you know anyone who lives in Wyoming?
Can’t think of anyone off the top of my head
11. Why did you withdraw cash from the ATM the last time?
Needed cash to pay someone back
12. Whose is the last baby that you held?
My nephew, but he is already over 2, so I guess he isn’t a baby anymore. Probably one of the babies at church last time I was in nursery.
13. Unlucky #
Don’t have one!
14. Do you like Cinnamon toothpaste?
It’s ok…but I totally prefer the mint. Although I am allergic to mint, I love mint ANYTHING, so I always use it anyway!
15. What kind of car were you driving 2 years ago?
I can’t remember exactly when I got my car that I have now, but I think 2 years ago I was driving my Pontiac Sunbird – A nice little red convertible that leaked oil like a sieve and left me stranded one too many times!
16. Pick one: Miami Hurricanes or Florida Gators?
No clue!
17. Last time you went to Six Flags?
It’s been a few years now…but while growing up, we went faithfully every year for probably seven years in a row! (We got free tickets through a reading program every year.)
18. Do you have any wallpaper in your house?
Yes…we are slowly trying to work it out, but sometimes it is easier to just put up new wallpaper rather than do all the repairing that must be done to old, flaky walls. 
)
19. Closest thing to you that is yellow?
My Sarasa pen
20. Last person to give you a business card?
A lady from a radio station
21. Who is the last person you wrote a check to?
My mom for car insurance
22. Closest framed picture to you?
Of my whole family right after my niece was born…almost four years ago now!
23. Last time you had someone cook for you?
Hhhmm…my mom made stuffed red peppers for lunch today.
24. Have you ever applied for welfare?
No
25. How many emails do you have?
Only four in my inbox!
26. Last time you received flowers?
Uuummmm…can’t even remember now! Let’s see…it must have been for my birthday in June.
27. Do you think the sanctity of marriage is meant for only a man & woman?
Yes
28. Do you play air guitar?
No…but I do play air piano sometimes when my fingers just won’t stay still
29. Has anyone ever proposed to you?
Yes, but I don’t think they’ve ever been completely serious. And I’ve always refused, in case you haven’t guessed that. 
30. Do you take anything in your coffee?
Sometimes…I’ll drink coffee anyway: cream, sugar, both, or none
31. Do you have any Willow Tree figurines?
No
32. What is/was your high school’s rival mascot?
We were pretty much at the bottom of the totem pole in all sports events, so we were doing good if we could just find other schools to even take the time to play with us!
33. Last person you spoke to from high school?
Hhhmm…probably Sarah because I just saw here at BI tonight
34. Last time you used hand sanitizer?
Can’t even remember…I don’t really like using it because it makes my hands sticky or dried-out
35. Would you like to learn to play the drums?
Probably not…I think they would give me a headache!
36.
What color are the blinds in your living room?
White
38. Last thing you read in the newspaper?
The comics
39. What was the last pageant you attended?
Don’t think I’ve ever been to one!
40. What is the last place you bought pizza from?
Probably Vera Cruz Cafe, or Mama Mia’s
41. Have you ever worn a crown?
Of course! I was a girl who LOVED to play dress-up!
42. What is the last thing you stapled?
Papers
43. Did you ever drink clear Pepsi?
No
44. Are you ticklish?
I consider that to be a personal question. Actually, yes…but not as bad as when I was younger (which was pretty bad).
45. Last time you saw fireworks?
Probably July 4th of 2006. (I was out of the country for this past July 4th.)
46. Last time you had a Krispy Kreme doughnut?
Oh…what a cruel question to ask at midnight when I’m hungry. That sounds so good, my mouth is watering. I don’t even remember the last time I have had one of these. Somehow, the ones in the gas station just don’t cut it after you have been to the factory and had one fresh off the belt. Then it really DOES melt in your mouth! Good thing the closest factory to us is several hours away!
47. Who is the last person that left you a message and you actually returned it?
I always return my messages!
48. Last time you parked under a carport?
Can’t think of a time I ever have.
49. Do you have a black dog?
No, but I wouldn’t mind having one.
50. Have you had your mid-life crisis yet?
Considering I am only 22, Noooooo
51. Are you an aunt or uncle?
A proud tanni (aunt), yes!
52. Who has the prettiest eyes that you know of?
My niece in Africa. See what I mean?
Where’s question #53?
54. Do you remember Ugly Kid Joe?
No
55. Do you have a little black dress?
No…but I will continue to look until I find the perfect one!
Well now…that was quite an odd assortment of questions, wasn’t it?
Anyone else want to play along? Let me know!
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