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Hi, my name is puddintame.
But you can call me Maria.
Never in my life have I sky dived.
When I am nervous I pace.
The last song I listened to was some stupid country music song that Bing was playing in the car on our way to have dinner out.
If I were to get married right now, it would be to Bing. But, only for her sublime health insurance. My health insurance is private and it is just...adequate. I am not the marrying kind, I just don't think I could do it. Bing knows this and says it is fine with her if we can ever legally marry and I marry her for her health insurance. She knows I love her. She also knows that I would not like being anyone's wife. (Although, really. Who am I kidding? I AM her wife for all intents and purposes.)
My hair really needs to be shampooed. It is sticking up all over. Bed head is me.
When I was four, my mother cut my hair for the first time into a pixie. I cried and cried. My Da came home from work and cried too.
Last Christmas we didn't have any snow and everybody was walking around whining about it. Not me. I am no fool. January hit and boy howdy, we had us some snow.
I should be getting Liv up for school. I am stalling because we both hate this part.
When I look down I see a belly full of cream of wheat.
The happiest recent event was having company a couple weeks ago. I had dreaded it and yet it turned out to be one of the most interesting times of my summer.
If I were a character in Friends, I'd be well, I dunno. I only saw it maybe three or four times. How about a character in Lost? I'd be Juliet. You'd never be quite sure if I was one of the good ones or one of the bad uns.
By this time, next year, I hope I am making more money.
My current distress is that Sven is leaving for college on the West Coast on Wednesday and I don't think I can say goodbye to him without breaking down and crying in front of Liv, which will set her off.
I have a hard time understanding stalkers and peepers. I mean, how do you justify what you do?
There's these girls in the class that I teach who have to comment on everything and anything. I would kind of like to get through my notes so would you please stop thinking that every sentence that comes out of my mouth somehow relates to something in your life that you need to share with the class?
If I won an award, the first person I would tell is Bing.
I want to buy a new car. Bing doesn't believe in buying new. She drives me insane. I just want to smell a new car again.
I plan on visiting my sisters in small town Iowa this Autumn. I've been promising and Liv would have fun with all the cousins.
If I could spend the night at any house, it would be at my friend Vince's place in Chicago. He is an oncologist and lives in a penthouse with his partner, Thuan, who runs a Vietnamese grocery store with his sister. I have never had a bad time when I have visited there. Liv and I get rooms of our own and the boys love to take Liv places while Bing and I shop. Thuan makes the best vietnamese dinners, they have a huge bathtub that you have to step up to get in to. And best of all, I could arrange to meet Jill, one of my favorite blog buddies. I think we would have a good conversation.
The world could do without creepy pee butt people.
The most recent thing I bought myself is a book from Barnes and Noble.
The most recent thing that someone else bought for me was goat milk shampoo and soap.
My middle name ismy best kept secret.
In the morning I am not at my best. I don't really wake up until about 10 a.m.
Last night I was busy watching the Emmy Awards. 30 Rock won! YEESS.
There is this guy I know who always insists on helping me carry my groceries to my car at the grocery store. He is mentally handicapped, a sacker, and his name is Henery. That's right. Not Henry. Henery. He always says, "I love you, Maria" when I leave. He knows all of our names and says he loves all of us. He is a fantastic guy.
If I was an animal, I would be a...oh, forget it. I hate questions like that. I don't want to be an animal. I will never be an animal. So, I refuse to answer the question. You fill in the blank. Bing would say I was a swan, because she loves me and doesn't see my flaws very well. Liv would say a palomino because she is on this horse kick. A few people would probably say I was an ass.
A better name for me would beSally Belle. I have always wanted to have a name that sounded like I could be a saloon girl.
Tomorrow, I am having a massage. I have not had one in over five years and I am really looking forward to it.
Tonight, I am looking forward to a hot, steamy bath and sliding into bed early. It won't happen, but I need to believe that it CAN happen.
I'm not tagging anyone. If you need some filler, go to it.