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In the past I have changed names to protect privacy, then Gen (Gwen) gets an LJ and has her own names. So to make it less confusing for me, and possibly her, I’ll be using mostly her names, but I’m not making it easy, you can try to guess who is who. Muhaha.
A - Age you got your first kiss: 13 or 14ish
B - Band listening to right now: Garbage
C - Crush: Luke as always. And Munky of course!!
D - Dad's name: Vince
E - Easiest person to talk to: Clara, Bec, Gen, Rhys
F - Favorite bands at the moment: Slipknot, Deftones, Killswitch Engage
G - Gummy worms or gummy bears?: Bears, but even then, I still like chocolate better.
H - Hometown: Sydneyish
I - Instruments: None, but I’ve always wanted to play bass guitar like my dad.
J- Junior High: eh? RGHS
K - Kids: Apparently, according to Bec at least, I have to be married first. So never the way it’s going. Stupid lack of funds.
L - Longest car ride ever: Mudgee to the Gold Coast and back (through Sydney) in a week in 98.
M - Mom's name: Merri
N - Nicknames: Cat
O - One wish: Too hard. For more wishes!!
P - Phobia[s]: Small Spaces, Drowning, Drowning in small spaces, sharp things near my eyes (anything near my eyes really… maybe something from a past life)
Q - Quote: “Kinky” “Roahw”
R - Reason to smile: Luke, Gen, Bec, my cats.
S - Song you sang last: Six Underground by Sneaker Pimps
T - Time you woke up [today]: About 11am
U - Unknown fact about me: Things about me are unknown for a reason...
V - Vegetable you hate: Cabbage : (
W - Worst habit(s): Picking at scabs, causing scars, getting distracted too easily,
X - X-rays you've had: My teeth, three times.
Y - Yummy food: Pizza, not that I can eat it at the moment with my teeth :( Gens Cannelloni. And chocolate, of course!
Z - Zodiac sign: Pisces
Someone sent me this in an email… it was most likely Bec, she sends me all the good stuff
Why Women Are Crabby
We started to "bud" in our blouses at 9 or 10 years old only to find that anything that came in contact with those tender, blooming buds hurt so bad it brought us to tears. So came the ridiculously uncomfortable training bra contraption that the boys in school would snap until we had calluses on our backs.
Next, we get our periods in our early to mid-teens (or sooner). Along with those budding boobs, we bloated, we cramped, we got the hormone crankies, had to wear little mattresses between our legs or insert tubular, packed cotton rods in places we didn't even know we had.
Our next little rite of passage (premarital or not) was having sex for the first time which was about as much fun as having a ramrod push your uterus through your nostrils (IF he did it right and didn't end up with his little cart before his horse), leaving us to wonder what all the fuss was about.
Then it' was off to Motherhood where we learned to live on dry crackers and water for a few months so we didn't spend the entire day leaning over Brother John. Of course, amazing creatures that we are (and we are), we learned to live with the growing little angels inside us steadily kicking our innards night and day making us wonder if we were preparing to have Rosemary's Baby.
Our once flat bellies looked like we swallowed a watermelon whole and we pee'd our pants every time we sneezed. When the big moment arrived, the dam in our blessed Nether Regions invariably burst right in the middle of the mall and we had to waddle, with our big cartoon feet, moaning in pain all the way to the ER.
Then it was huff and puff and beg to die while the OB says, "Please stop screaming, Mrs. Hearmeroar. Calm down and push. Just one more good push (more like 10)," warranting a strong, well-deserved impulse to punch the ***** (and hubby) square in the nose for making us cram a wiggling, mushroom-headed 10lb bowling ball through a keyhole.
After that, it was time to raise those angels only to find that when all that "cute" wears off, the beautiful little darlings morphed into walking, jabbering, wet, gooey, snot-blowing, life-sucking little poop machines.
Then come their teen years. Need I say more?
When the kids are almost grown, we women hit our voracious sexual prime in our early 40's - while hubby had his somewhere around his 18th birthday.
So we progress into the grand finale: "The Menopause," the Grandmother of all womanhood. It's either take HRT and chance cancer in those now seasoned "buds" or the aforementioned Nether Regions, or, sweat like a hog in July, wash your sheets and pillowcases daily and bite the head off anything that moves.
Now, you ask WHY women seem to be more grumpy than men when men get off so easy INCLUDING the icing on life's cake: Being able to pee in the woods without soaking their socks...
So, while I love being a woman, "Womanhood" would make the Great Gandhi a tad crabby.
Women are the "weaker sex"?
Yeah right!!!! Bite me!!!
 | You scored as Pissed at the World Cat. And here we have the next serial killer. Try having some cotton candy, it'll make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, Psycho.
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I didn’t really feel like writing anything of interest today, I just wanted to do a heap of quizzes etc and tell you all the results : )
Water
You are a being of Water. You are loving, compassionate, and playful. You might dream often. You are very emotional and sentimental. Aphrodite and Poseidon watch over you.
Rivendell Elf.
Are you a Mirkwood, Rivendell, or Lothlorien elf?
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Ok, getting bored now… maybe just one more…
Yep, that’s all for now, I might go read my book The Spellsong War (which is Book 2 of 5: The Spellsong Cycle by L.E. Modesilt, Jr. of which I have read the whole series once, but book two several times as it was the first I found….) or do some puzzles, or read some fanfic, or be really exceedingly stupid and go to eBay and bid for things I certainly don’t need, and possibly don’t want all that much.
Night
Cat
- Mood:
complacent - Music:Media Player Playlist
