6 posts tagged “qotd”
Who's your favorite movie villain?
What books are on your nightstand?
Tell us a little something about your first car. Do you have any photos you can share?
My first car was a 93 Mazda 626. It was a blue-purplish color so I referred to it as The Blue Machine. My parents purchased it for me when I was a junior in high school. However I didn’t officially drive it on my own until my senior year. I soon developed a love hate relationship with that car. I love the color and the body style but hated the fact that it wasn’t a V6. I was a speed demon back then which is why if I had a choice I would have chosen the black Pontiac Firebird with the T-top Dad had to practically drag me away from. For the next few months I went on and on about how that Firebird looked like me and how it didn’t bother me that I needed a pillow to see over the steering wheel. Shut up! Stop laughing this instant….I looked good in that car. The power driver seat was optional, a must have for me in almost any car. Other than that there was no reason for them to object to me driving that car – to me anyway. Mom saw it differently though. According to her I couldn’t drive to save my life and a 5.7L 275 hp V8 is a deadly weapon in the hands of inexperienced (nut) driver like me. I still remember storming off screaming “Ya’ll make me sick. Never want me to have anything I want. It’s not my fault you brought the wrong baby home from the hospital!” – They laughed of course. I heard Mom say after I slammed the bedroom door “ I wish you had been switched at birth, then I could give your ass back and pick up my real child. You silly fool! Keep on mumbling to yourself – loudly! And see what happens...(Turning to dad) Told you that girl is a certified nut, what fool gave her a driver’s license in the first place? (Yelling down the hall) Shut up girl before I come in there and shove my foot down your throat. Help me Jesus! I’m gon’ kill that child” we all had a good laugh after that…….I ain't no fool, it was either laugh (mom was cracking me up) and show there was no hard feeling or walk. Guess which option I chose?
What's your morning beverage of choice? Coffee, tea, juice? Homemade or store-bought?
It’s toss up between Dasani Strawberry, Minute Maid Tropical Punch, and Ocean Spray White Cranberry Apple. That’s if I drink any beverage at all. Sure hope my doctor isn’t reading this because she has scolded me more than once about not drinking enough liquids.
What is your current computer desktop image? Let's see it!
This is the desktop image I have been using for the last 5 months. I have often commented about how I would like to get this in a wall mural for the office. I like it that much.
This is the current image I uploaded today. It’s my new obsession so it will be on my desktop until something better comes along. I would love to have this in my bedroom or even the den. In our next home I plan to have a wall mural in almost every room. Those things are gorgeous and can do wonders for a room and your state of mind.
If you could get someone in your life to start a blog, who would it be and why?
The answer is simple, everybody. Friends, family, co-workers, the postman, anybody I have ever wondered about. Why? First off, I despise playing phone tag. Sue me, when I call I expect to get someone with a pulse, not the voicemail message we haven’t changed since graduation. I know, you’re busy, I am busy we keep missing each. Okay, something has to pick up the slack. Secondly, sometimes I want to know what’s going on but prefer the shorter version to the long one. Sometimes you can just talk a person into not giving a damn. Third, there are times you want to know something but don’t want to pry. So what if I am nosy. I proudly admit to being one of the nosiest people a live – damn proud. Finally, often times I am just not in the mood for gab so if I can find out all the information without actually having to talk to you – perfect. A blog could and would eliminate one or all of the problems previously mentioned. All I have to do is pull up a blog and I am instantly updated with who my friend went out with last night, the latest engagement in the family, the purse I’ve just got to see, who hates their jobs, little bobby’s new tooth, cousin Gail’s tattoo, the fight between aunt Rea and grandma, whose sexing who etc. Life would be so much simpler, don’t you agree?
