119 posts tagged “qotd”

If you could do anything you want tomorrow, what would it be?
Submitted by Becca-Pink.

Lay out in a meadow and feel the sun on me till I felt sleepy, then roll over and listen to the trees come alive in the wind.

What's the hardest part about the role you play in your family?

My family constantly accuses me of being "the hero".  They don't mean it as a compliment, but I take it as one anyway--someone's got to pull everyone's fat out of the fire when they constantly get themselves into messes which sometimes snowball so much that they knock everyone else's lives out of alignment in addition to getting themselves into all sorts of trouble and you know things are getting bad when it's up to me to be the diplomat and even when I'm the only one who can help or who's even willing to help they don't appreciate it and accuse me of meddling and overstepping my station so they yell at me and AAAAARGH!

Why do you blog?
Submitted by littleduckling.

Because then I feel like my friends and I who are scattered all over the fifty states are sitting around a table in Cavern Hole instead. *^_^*

What could we do to create a world with less violence?

That's easy, just kill only what we're going to eat.

How would you like to be remembered?
Submitted by Paulha66.

"I never saw anyone eat that many tater tots in a half an hour."

What are the goofy nicknames you have for your pet? Bonus points for sharing a picture of him/her.
Submitted by Papi Chulo.

Cat was always "Moo Moo" for some reason.  Now, my latest nickname for her is "Anna Nicole Smith" because even though she's four times her normal size, disoriented and wobbles around a bit looking sleepy, she's still utterly, utterly fabulous.  "Come on Anna," I'll say when she tries to jump onto the sofa.  "Come on Anna Nicole!"

Monster is constantly hungry.  Whenever I make a sandwich she appears.  "Monster Monster Munchie," I sing to her.  "What's up Muncher?" I say, and she gives me that look.

Figaro will always be my Baby Fig, even though she's six pounds.  I sing to her too.  "You're a five-pound bag of chips," I sing to her.  "Baby Fig is a five-pound bag of chips.  What's up Baby Wigs?" Also, the Spider Pig song will apply to her.  "Baby Fig, Baby Fig, does whatever a Baby Fig does," I sing, and then she usually fights me to get away before I can sing the rest.  For Christmas, she is Figgy Pudden.  "Bring me my Figgy Pudden," I say when I grab her for hugs.  "Bring her right here." Then she bites me.

What are your top five break-up songs?
Submitted by gt.

1. I Always Thought I'd See You Again - Tiffany

Each time I see someone we used to know or go someplace we used to go it's not the same, and I always thought I'd see you again, how it hurts every time you've crossed my heart since then, gonna give it all it takes to hold what might have been, but I always thought I'd see you again.

2. Foolish Beat - Debbie Gibson

I will never love again now that we're apart.

3. Autumn's Monologue - From Autumn to Ashes

Oh why can't I be what you need? A new improved version of me, but I'm nothing so good, no I'm nothing...now you see me, now you don't, now you need me, now you don't.

4. Dream Away - Magical Girl Pretty Sammy OST

Dream away, dream he'll say no one sets his soul on fire like I do.  Dream away, dream he'll stay, hold me close and tell me you've been dreaming too.

5. I'll Think of a Reason Later - Lee Ann Womack

I heard he was going to marry some girl from Denver, then my sister came over, had the Sunday paper with her.  There was the girl on the social page, looking in love and all engaged...we decided she don't take a very good picture.  I drew horns and blacked out her tooth with a marker.  Childish, yes, but she made such a thin little target! I couldn't be happier on my own, but I've got the slightest of a jealous bone, and seeing her with him tends to enlarge it. 

Well it may be my family's redneck nature rubbing off and bringing out unladylike behavior; it sure ain't Christian to judge a stranger but I don't like her.  She may be an angel who spends all winter bringing the homeless blankets and dinner, a regular Nobel Peace Prize winner but I really hate her; I'll think of a reason later.  Inside her head may lay all the answers from curing diseases from baldness to cancer.  Salt of the earth and a real good dancer, but I really hate her; I'll think of a reason later.

What is your deepest, darkest fear?
Submitted by [Susan].

Some people think I have bipolar disorder.  I don't know how I feel about that.  I've been psychiatrically evaluated a few times, though, and the tests always came back negative.  The jury's still out though.  Anyway, I don't mind that part.  What I'm really afraid of is that I'm going to get older and whatever this thing that everyone thinks I have is going to end up being something more serious, like schizophrenia or dementia.  Bipolar disorder or something like that, I could live with, but I don't want to have to go into a hospital, and I don't want to not be able to go walk outside or have my own apartment and things like that.  I want to be free.

What are your neighbors like? (The ones you live near or next to, not the ones in your Vox neighborhood!)

They're really cool.  Actually, I'll likely not find neighbors as nice when I move next week.  My downstairs neighbors are all great.  Rita feeds the squirrels all the time and the animals love her so much that they come right up to her.  Even the foxes prowl around looking for food--three of them live behind our unit.  Her son Paul is a woodworker, and he made me the coolest wall mount for my Japanese no-dachi replica for only twenty-five dollars.  It's Brazilian mahogany, and it fits the broadsword perfectly even though he only looked at it once and measured by eye.  Across the downstairs hall, Brian knocks on my door to force me to come outside once in a while.  If we ride bikes down to the boardwalk, sometimes he'll buy me a Blizzard at the Dairy Queen.  He's a good cook, too, and if he's making steak or scallops or something he'll share supper with me.  I told them all I'm going to miss them when I go, and Rita said she's worried about who's going to get my apartment when I go, because I was a good neighbor.  I suppose when you sleep as much as I do, you end up being a pretty quiet neighbor!

What was the last great epiphany you had?
Submitted by Ross.

That no matter what anyone else thinks, you can only get battle-sense from being in battle.  Even if they love me and they think they know what's best for me, they can't possibly, because they weren't here, and they don't know.  But even so, being angry at them for trying to push me into what they only think would make me happy is not an appropriate response.  However incorrect their assessment of what would make me happy might be, at least my happiness is what they want.  Because they love me, and that is something I am grateful for.