Posted in Start A Challenge Saturday, tagged Start A Challenge Saturday on July 31, 2010| Leave a Comment »
This week’s challenge will be an easy one to ease into it. I’m a fast food junkie and during my fall off the wagon, I did rely on it a few times. Especially to grab breakfast on the run when I was commuting between Appomattox & Roanoke. So this week is simple:
Avoid fast food. All fast food, even salads from chains & ready made foods at the grocery store.
Update 8/6: Challenge completed successfully đ
Posted in formspring.me, Formspring.me Friday, tagged formspring.me, Formspring.me Friday on July 30, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Formspring.me is one of my new favorite websites. Because I like to spout off about my beliefs or because I love having an opportunity to express my opinions being challenged to express and explain my ideals and opinions. That sounds a little better. Lol. I also get to ask anybody anything, anonymously or not, and I might just get an answer. And they can do the same for me. I ran into an issue when I first got it and had a deluge of questions about my sexuality. I got a little irritated because the person (presumably a man by how bitter and confrontational the questions became) accused me of being pan-sexual to please other people, but I answered his questions honestly and to the best of my ability because if you aren’t willing to explain yourself when asked, how can you expect anyone to attempt to understand you? And if you want to ask me anything, I will answer you đ You can use the link in the sidebar of my blog. From here on, I will post all the questions I get asked on Fridays, whether it’s one question or 5, you’ll see ’em.
So without further adieu, here is the first edition of Formspring.me Friday!
I love Deathbed: The Bed That Eats. Teeth is another really good one.
people would learn to tolerate differences in one another and accept them without reservation or hatred.
Kind of a strange one, but ok. I’m game. I like Febreeze Noticeables Berry Paradise/Melon Mist & Febreeze Air Effects Spring & Renewal.
I hate mayonnaise and bees.
I love the color green and mangos.
Posted in Wordy Wednesday, writing, tagged Wordy Wednesday, writing on July 28, 2010| 1 Comment »
Today marks the inaugural story for my Wordy Wednesday series. My friend Courtney supplied me with my inspiration word: preposterous. The point of Wordy Wednesday is to get my creative juices flowing, adhere to deadlines (which I suck at) and finally learn to stop being my own worst critic. I am normally so self-conscious about my writing that I never share it with anyone. I tend to agonize over every little word choice because like Twain says, “the difference between the right word and the almost right word is the difference between lightning and a lightning bug.”
But for me, just sharing it without obsessing is a huge step and one I’m willing to take even though I will probably be uncomfortable with it for awhile. So pop in your old Alanis Morisette CD, kick back and delve into this little story, chocked full of teen-y angst & denial.
The Preposterous Adventure of Sara Nack
Sara Nack had a way of spinning tall tales. No, she wasnât a writer turning fiction into money for her publishers. And she wasnât a bard weaving tales for the wealthy or elite. Nope; Sara Nack was a liar and an extremely talented one, if word around town can be trusted. Her family had abandoned all hope of getting a straight answer from the teen when she had begun routinely responding to questions about her day with stories about witches with stringy hair, demons with red eyes and chains, kidnapping and drugged-out teens. They lived in the suburbs, for Christâs sake. There were no drugs in Sierra Vista.
Until one day in late October, Sara had never seen the harm in her hyperbolic ways. It wasnât as if everything was made up. If her story was about a witch, it just meant that she had seen that creepy woman in her ratty rainbow-colored prayer shawl walking back from the Wa-Wa earlier in the day. If the story was about a demon, she was just letting her parents know that she had once again been chased by their neighborâs vicious pit bull, Rosy. Sara swore that damned thing had been sent from the gates of hell to torment her on the way to or from school. (Why her parents couldnât just let her ride the bus like the normal kids, or get her a car like she asked, Sara would never know.) And if the story was about drugged-out teens, well⌠No matter what her parents said, there were drugs everywhere. Even in their precious Sierra Vista.
But that day, with the crisp chill in the air, Sara Nack would rethink the workings of the universe. That day, Sara would figure out that there is more to life than Mr. Scottsonâs next Trig test & trying to guess what they were serving in the cafeteria. The following is the entry from Sara Nackâs diary for November 2, five days after what would be known in her family as âThe Preposterous Adventure of Sara Nack.â
November 2.
Ok, so I havenât written in a while, but I just need to get this down on paper. No one believes me & I canât figure out why. I couldnât make this up if I tried & itâs not like I make things up anyway. What? I donât. Why do I feel like my own diary is rolling its eyes at me? Traitor. >:{
Well, anyway it doesnât matter. Iâm going to tell the story my way. The real way. Just as it happened. I wonât bore you with a lot of the background details, but Iâll try to give you enough so that anyone who reads this (which will probably be you, you nosy stuck-up snoop Alex!) will be able to figure out just what happened to me and see how honest I am about the whole messy thing.
My day started off totally normal. I woke up late to the tandem sounds of my blaring clock radio and my sister Alexandraâs grating screams from downstairs, âSara Paige, if you donât get out of that bed right now, you will be late for school and I am not driving you!â Alexandra was left in charge of getting me off to school since Dad worked overnights as a corrections officer and Mom had to leave at 3am to make her morning commute into the city where she worked as a decorator in a trendy cupcake bakery. Sometimes it hits me that Alex might resent me. Itâs not like itâs my fault that Alex was born first. But, man, did Alex take it out on me like it was.
Grudgingly, I slapped the radio that was cheerfully blasting âTik Tokâ by that insufferable twit Ke$ha. How did that no talent troll get a record deal, I managed to think through my sleepy fog. A cold shower was all that I could manage before it was time to leave the house (itâs always cold. Probably because my stupid sister uses all the hot water every morning just to make sure my day starts off shitty. At least thatâs what I think).  With sopping wet hair and some mismatched outfit I pulled off my bedroom floor, I grabbed a pop-tart and sprinted from the house forgetting my overstuffed bookbag and all of my homework. And my jerk of a sister didnât even bother to remind me.  Anyway, back to my dayâŚ
So out the door I went, and that stupid demon-dog Rosy took off running toward me as soon as my feet hit my front porch. I canât outrun that beast, so I did the only thing I could think of and chucked my pop-tart at her. So much for a balanced breakfast. I canât even manage to grab a sugar-laden fake strawberry breakfast. Sacrificing my sugar-high bought me enough time to round the corner without HellHound on my heels.
My school is only a couple of blocks away (which is the argument my parents made when I wanted a car for my 16th birthday. âWhy do you need a car, honey? You donât do anything other than go to school and school is just a few blocks away.â  Hell, I might want to go to 7-11 one day. And now, when my birthday rolls around, I wonât have any way to answer the siren call of the mighty Coke Slurpee. Damnit.) and I almost made it there. I had stopped running as soon as I was sure that Rosy wasnât following me, because honestly how much difference would 2 minutes make? I was going to be late anyway, so I might as well do the thing right. I slowed down even more when I reached the thick hedges that surrounded the creepy blue house on the corner. I had always wanted to see exactly what lay beyond that green screen, but my parents said it would be rude to disturb the family that lived there even though I was pretty cure it was deserted. I had never actually seen anyone go in or out, not even a car, so I was really surprised when I heard voices from inside the shrubs. I stopped walking, thoughts of being late for school completely gone, and listened. I couldnât understand a word⌠it was like whoever it was was speaking another language. And it sure wasnât Spanish. Iâd had a year of Spanish and I could say things like âMy name isâŚâ and âWhere is the library?â so I was obviously an expert at it.
There was a rustle in the leaves and my curiosity got the better of me. I crept around to the first break in the hedge I could find and peeked in. When my mind finally registered what I was seeing, I had to pick my jaw up off the ground (Donât scoff. I did. The dumb hole in the hedge was about 2 inches above the sidewalk). There was a little bulbous, gray creature that looked a little like that comic strip my father likes so much. You know, the one with the little guy with the giant nose? Ziggy; yeah, thatâs it. The thing looked like Ziggy. It had what I supposed was a very long, fat nose and rolls of pudge on its face and stomach like a shar pei puppy. Itâs âearsâ looked more like flattened fingers laying flat against its head and the thingâs arms were so long they drug the ground; at the end of those uber-long arms hung hands like mallets with long, curved fingers. There were creepy patches of curly pube-like hair on its stomach and feet. Oh, I didnât tell you what his feet looked like! Have you ever dropped a really ripe banana on the floor? You know how they kind of split open and smush? Yep, looked just like that. Gross. I decided I would call him Squirm.
 I could only figure Squirm was an alien (what the hell else could it have been?) and my first thought was that if ET had looked like this, that movie would have tanked. Seriously, the thing was that unfortunate looking. The whole time I was staring at Squirm, it was busy working away. At what, you say? Squirm was taking garden gnomes and shoving them in a giant hole in the tree. I know what youâre thinking; why would a thing want one garden gnome let alone several⌠but this thing did. And it wanted everything else in the yard from what I could tell. Anything that was shiny or colored, Squirm was grabbing up. The quirky waddling gait made it hard for the little guy to get around the yard, which had a million groundhog holes in it. It kept tripping and falling in the holes and mumbling in that strange language. I figured it was cursing. I know I would have been if I had tripped that many times. I was amazed at how much shit Squirm managed to shove in this tree and I kind of zoned out watching it hoard all the kitsch it could carry.
I mustâve watched the thing go back and forth forty thousand times (I couldnât believe how much crap there was in this yard!) because the next thing I knew, the yard was empty and the end of day bell was sounding at school. Shit, I thought. I had missed the whole day. I would have some explaining to do when my parents found out. And my sister, the goody-two-shoes, would have a field day with it. âSee, I knew she was adopted. No way sheâs related to me. Sheâs such a slacker. What? Seriously Dad, she is.â My sisterâs a twat. I decided Iâd just have to tell them the truth; that was all there was to it.
My parents managed to make it all the way to dinner without asking about my day. Probably a new record for them. âWhat did you do today, Sara?â Dad asked the same bored voice he always used when he asked me things. So right there, over the spread of momâs cheesy tuna noodle casserole, creamed spinach (blech!), corn and rolls, I told them all about my day. When I finished, they all looked at me like I was making absolutely every word of it up. Then, they laughed! Can you believe it? They laughed at me & my father looked at my mother and said âwell, dear. What do you think of that? Sara had an adventure today. What shall we call this latest creation? Fantasy or fiction?â Mom didnât say a word, she just started mutely at me like I had a toenail growing out of my forehead, Guiness Book of World Records style. But my sister, my big-mouth smart ass sister, piped up and said, âI know, Dad! We should call it âThe Preposterous Adventure of Sara Nack!ââ Alex and Dad were cackling like old women and Mom was still just staring at me with that half-frown on her face. Iâm just glad we were having tuna noodle casserole, because if we had been having something, oh I dunno⌠good⌠it would have been much harder to throw down my fork and storm away from the table in protest. Thatâll show âem not to make fun of me for telling the truth anymore. I spent the night in my room on the computer IMing friends. My friends all believed me. Know why they believed me? Cuz itâs the truth, damnit!
And that was the story of last Friday. What? Did you think I was going to say I went with the little troll thing and had some giant adventure in a land where birds fly upside down, water is fluffy, garden gnomes are currency, and people are blue? Well I didnât. And I would never say that, because that would be a lie. And I didnât even stretch the truth this time. Not even a little bit. Preposterous, my ass.
Posted in Two Quote Tuesday, tagged Two Quote Tuesday on July 27, 2010| Leave a Comment »
Every Two Quote Tuesday, I will be sharing two of my favorite quotes. From literature, television, movies, magazines, friends… anything is up for grabs. Most often, they will either be some of my all-time favorite quotes or something I’ve recently run across. But either way, they will be awesome đ And here is my first installment:
“Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.”  Â
-Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
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“The impoverished always try to keep moving, as if relocating might help. They ignore the reality that a new version of the same old problem will be waiting at the end of the trip- the relative you cringe to kiss.” Â
-Markus Zusak, The Book Thief
Posted in music, Spotlight Sunday, tagged music, Spotlight Sunday on July 25, 2010| Leave a Comment »
In an effort to beat my previous record of nine posts in one month the month, I will be starting a new blog series. This one will hopefully give me about 12 to 15 posts by the end of August đ The themes will be as follows:
Hopefully I can stick to this for at least one month. As you all can tell I am not very good with my follow-through. I have will and drive, but I quickly lose interest or find another project that then occupies me fully. I am trying my best to break this habit that I have of not being able to form new & lasting habits. Ironically, that seems to be the only lasting habit I have. 
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***Update 9/1/2010- I completed the month of August successfully and I actually enjoyed doing this little series of guided postings. It challenged me and allowed me creative freedom at the same time. I’m setting a new goal for myself to keep it up through September. With all the wedding planning for Heather Beth, the baby showers, bridal showers, birthdays (including my own- 27th- GASP!) and new job position, this month will be much more difficult. What better to challenge myself with? :)***
So in anticipation of the first of August, I will start off with my first Spotlight Sunday.
Today’s song:
“Come on, Come Out” by A Fine Frenzy.
This song is catchy, perfectly soulful but sweet. The rhythmic, mellow arrangement underscores the beauty of Alison’s voice beautifully. I’ve been a fan of A Fine Frenzy since the song “Almost Lover” debuted back in 2008, but I never got around to buying the album. I have been missing out. I downloaded One Cell In The Sea with an iTunes giftcard I had and have been listening to it non-stop since. If you haven’t listened to this song/CD, I would highly recommend it. (On a side note: I really want her hair color. Like, really really want it. Haha.)
