So my little sister just sent me a text message...

She and her husband will be going to his parent's house for Thanksgiving.

I'm irritated.

So...who's coming to my house for Thanksgiving. I have a too large turkey. I was planning on lotsa family showing up. But one brother has to work. Another brother and his wife and kid are going to her parent's house. Another sister and her husband and three kids can't come because she's on call at the hospital in another town. Another sister and her husband and SEVEN kids lives in Iowa. So I've got two sisters, a brother-in-law, step-mom and uncle coming. LOL

And a 17 pound turkey. And all the trimmings. So we'll have lotsa food. I almost bought a second turkey. I still would. But I'm pretty sure none of ya'll will actually come. LOL

1. In what ways does the private you differ from the public you? What do you think most people who only know the public you would be most surprised to find out about who you are?

I’m pretty much the same in public as I am privately. It’s important to me to be honest with others…and in turn, with myself. I try to stay true to myself, I’m the only me I’ve got.

Most people don’t realize that I’m shy. Not even my friends. I make friends fairly easily…but it’s gotta be one on one until I know you. I don’t like going places where I don’t know anyone, and I don’t like going places if I only know one or two people. I start to feel clingy, or like I’m going to end up following that person(s) around…and I don’t like that feeling. People also don’t understand that because of that shyness, I don’t like to be the center of attention. Just because I can be loud and obnoxious with some people some of the time, doesn’t mean that I’m like that all the time. Or even most of the time.

2. What was the last thing you did that was completely out of character for you?

It actually has to do with question number one. I went to my sister’s Halloween party where I knew almost nobody.

3. What is the most important lesson life has taught you in regards to yourself? How about in regards to other people?

I am me. I have the right to be myself. You don’t have to agree with what I say or do, but you don’t have the right to tell me I’m wrong for the way I feel. In return, I don’t have the right to tell you that you’re wrong for feeling the way you do either, and I’ll do my damndest to make sure I don’t. That’s not to say I’ll cave if I believe you’re wrong…but it has to be an action that’s wrong, not a belief or a feeling. There's no such thing as a "wrong" feeling.

4. What does love mean to you? Has your definition of it changed over the years? How and why?

This is the hardest one, I think. Love is more difficult to define than just about anything else. Unless I decide to get incredibly cheesy…and since that’s all I got, that’s what you’re gonna get. And there’s a LOT of cheese!
Love is:
A cup of coffee…just because
A walk to nowhere
Snuggles
A drive in the country
Holding me when I need it…and
Backing off when I need alone time
Letting me hold you when you need it…and
Backing off when you need alone time
Understanding that sometimes I’m completely ridiculous
Not getting embarrassed when I laugh
Laughing with me
Not telling me that I have to stop singing
Singing with me
Getting lost on purpose
Coming up behind me and just touching my shoulder…or
Coming up behind me and kissing my neck
Looking into my eyes and listening when I talk
Looking elsewhere and telling me you think I’m hot ::grin::
Talking to me…regardless of the topic
Inside jokes that nobody else understands and are impossible to explain
Remembering my hardest day of the year…and just holding my hand
Letting me buy you presents…even when you think I shouldn’t


For most of these, it doesn’t matter if you’re my lover or my child.
Snuggles are probably the best from my eight-year old boy who isn’t embarrassed to love his mommy.
The best listening moments tend to come when my teenage daughters listen to me when I say something. (That one doesn’t happen often.)

Yes. My definition has definitely changed.
Sex is not love. It’s sex. (I was pretty messed up for a long time.)
If you love someone, you do your best to not hurt them. “I’m sorry” gets old…and eventually, I’m going to realize that if you loved me, you’d work harder at not having to be sorry for the same thing. (That’s not quite right, but it’s as close as my brain will let me get.)

5. What is your favorite quality you possess? How about your least favorite?

This one’s easy! :o)
Favorite? I work hard…and I do my best at everything I do. It’s not worth it to me to do it, if I’m not going to do it right. (AKA: I’m lazy – I don’t wanna do it twice.)
Least favorite? My temper. It can definitely get the best of me. It's something I am continuing to work on. I'm getting it right more often.


So...what else do you wanna know? :o)

Okay...me and my fabulous butt pants just paid all my bills. I get to go grocery shopping! LOL

Today was a good day. I got a lot done at work. I didn't get pissy at almost anyone. But when I did, I think I did it right. I might have bad things happen tomorrow at work. I'm wondering if I should wear my fabulous butt pants tomorrow. And make-up perhaps. LOL

I'm in a strange mood...not sure why. But my boss is gonna hate me today. ::grin::

You Should Play Some Music

Part of what's stressing you out is that you can't stop thinking about your problems. Whenever you try to relax, you can't stop your mind from racing. The best thing you can do is crowd out your thoughts. And there's no easier way to do this than by cranking some music. Dancing is optional but highly recommended. Give yourself a break from your stress and really let loose. Or put on some of your old favorite music (happy music only though!). Sit back and remember what it was like not to be so overwhelmed.

And if I'm NOT currently stressed? I should still play music!!! :o)

You Would Be a Witty Celebrity

There's a good chance that your big break would come from being funny. You have a well crafted sense of humor. And while you may branch out into other areas, your cutting insight and sarcasm would always be your trademark. As a celebrity, you would not be afraid of publicity stunts and working the press a little. You wouldn't take any of it very seriously. You'd be a celebrity in the mold of Tina Fey, Sara Silverman, Seth Rogen, and Will Ferrell.

I'm pretty good at cracking MYSELF up...other people? They just think I'm odd. See? That made me laugh. ::grin::

I had so much fun this weekend. Dressing up for work wasn't as bad as it's been in previous years. Of course, this year I had a better costume.

Friday after work, I went to see Rascal Flatts again. Love those boys. Darius Rucker opened for them, and the guy floored me. He did Hank Jr. AND Prince. And he pulled 'em both off. Impressive.
When the Rascal Flatts dude pulled a little 12 year old girl up on stage and let her sing with them though, that's when I knew for sure that I loved them. It was fantastic. THEN they let Darius come up and close the show with one of their songs. It was amazing.

Saturday, the costume party at my sister's house. People told me I looked fabulous...and yeah, I like it when people say that. :o) Perhaps a bit much on the cleavage, but I didn't cut it that way. I can't help it if I'm built like that. LOL They had really yummy food. My sister made chili and salsa, and her roommate made egg rolls...ohmygoodnesstheyweresogood!! I've never had homemade ones before. They were incredible. Marin and Melina even had fun...they apparently danced until midnight. I wouldn't know. I left at ten. My other sister drove them home. I even told Zachary's dad he could come because I'm just that fabulous. Okay, so he's really a great guy...loves his boy more than anything else. They have a really cool relationship, and that makes me happy. :o)

Sunday, I got up late, went to breakfast. Biscuits and gravy at J's. They have the most amazing gravy in the world. Then I took a nap. Went to Fry's, bought a movie, went to dinner, watched said movie and went to bed.

I loved my weekend. :o)

Yeah...I'll make a post about my weekend later. Gotta wait until after work though. :o)

Hugs & kisses ya'll. :o)

You Are a Girl or Guy Next Door

You are as all American as apple pie, and you're so normal that you belong in a TV sitcom. And really, that's a pretty great thing. You're a solid person, and you pride yourself on being quite down to earth. You value your friends and family, and you don't need much in life to be content. You feel grateful for what you have. You are honest and you have a great work ethic. You believe in giving back as much as you can.

Yeah...I'm posting them all because I don't hate them. I ALWAYS hate pictures of me.


























Even a couple with MY hair. :o)

Gonna go to a party store...gotta see if I can find an asp for my costume...it's the only thing I'm missing. The other one just doesn't seem to want to stay on my arm.

My dream last night was sooooooo weird. Magazines with naked people in it, and my complaint was that there were too many guys. LOL No, I have NO idea where it came from...but it amused me. Still does, as a matter of fact. ::grin::

Off to see Rascal Flatts again. Love ya'll. :o)