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February 25 40 Stolen Items“Don't worry about people stealing your ideas. If your ideas are any good, you'll have to ram them down people's throats. “
~Howard Aiken “The challenge for us is, how do we keep our show intact without stealing from other shows and without being influenced by other shows? “
~Jeff Probst “Yo Ho, Yo Ho, A Pirates Life For ME”~ Captain Kalli
Boy, I love being a pirate. I lifted this from Gord who borrowed it from Vallerie (Hey, I may be a thieving pirate, but I also believe in giving credit where credit is due); I may actually run into these people one day and may not have my glasses on to protect me). Also my apologies to Gord for swiping and then augmenting his answer to #26, it’s the only answer I would have honestly given myself.
1) What side of the heart do you draw first? The inner connecting part between the two halves
2) Can you dive without plugging your nose? Yes
3) What color is your razor? Let me see; “HON, WHAT COLOR IS MY RAZOR”
4) What is your blood-type? RED AND VERY HOT. Actually I can never remember that answer and if I ask my wife one more time, I know that she will shed it to show me.
5) Who would you want to be tied to for 24 hours? The same person I’ve been tied to for 24 years
7) How do you feel about carrots? Love them in the raw or all dressed up.
8) How many chairs at the dining room table? 6; 4 for the family and 2 more just in case
9) Which is the best Spice Girl? Actually I’m a guy, but I’ve found that the best spice is life
10) Do you know what time it is? Actually, I was asked this question just last night by a very nasty person of whose question I could not repeatably answer, and then finally asked me this very question in a final jab to belittle me. So my answer here as it was to this nasty ass is ‘Yes; it’s time for you to go F yourself’
12) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator? Pray that I did not have to go to the bathroom anytime soon
13) What's your favorite kind of gum? Eclipse; the kind that burns your sinuses out.
14) T or F: All's fair in love and war? Is either one ever fair?
15) Do you have a crush on anyone? Every waking moment
16) Do you use words that you don't know the meaning to? I’ve been using my brothers’ new word ‘Baggywinkle’ a lot, but not by it’s true meaning.
17) Do you like to sleep? My second greatest love affair.
18) Do you know which US states don't use Daylight Savings? The smart ones
19) Do you know the song Total Eclipse of the Heart? Constantly reminds me of how fortunate I am (But I have always loved the song)
20) Do you want a bright yellow '06 mustang? YES; the way all my cars have been running lately, I would take a go-cart at this point
21) What's something you've always wanted? To be the life of the party instead of the quiet dude in the corner.
22) Do you have hairy legs? The kind to make a European chick proud!
23) What does "Semper Fidelis" stand for? ‘If you experience an erection that lasts more than 4 hours, seek medical advice.’ *
24) Would you rather swim in the ocean or a lake? I equally love and hate both. I hate not seeing what dwells below me.
25) Do you wear a lot of black? No, but I am partial to dark colors.
26) Describe your hair? Still there, just more grayer than it used to be (a gift from my children).
27) Do you have Entomophobia? Only when I eat red cabbage
28) Are you an adult? That depends on who you ask
29) Who is/are your best friend(s)? I have 2; The first and primary is my wife who is entwined with my soul, The other is a guy who I’ve known since the 4th grade who can read me form the outside.
30) Do you have a tan? It is the great bane of my wife (who never tans), that I have tan lines that remain all through the winter (it’s that Hot Latin Blood)
31) Are you a television addict? Classic Movies and Scifi and that’s it. Oh and also documentaries and history channel and that’s it. And well Science Frontier and Comedy Channel and that’s it. The Weather Channel and local community programming and that’s it. But sometimes (every other day or so) there is the cooking channel and HGTV but that it is as far as it goes. I totally draw the line at Shopping Channels, The Spice Channel and of course Court TV (which is a bad as watching German Soap Operas)
32) Do you enjoy spending time with your mother? Yes, But I have been a very very bad son when it comes to this.
33) Are you a sugar freak? Not really (unless it comes in the form of a cookie)
34) Do you like orange juice? Nothing better for you! But lately I only get the small shakings at the bottom of the empty container, which my 17 year old son has graciously left me (little bastard)
35) What sign are you? Gemini. No you are! I said stop that. MAKE ME.
36) Where do you wish you were right now? Scotland (as long as my wife is with me, it could be anywhere), but ALWAYS Scotland!
37) Who did you copy this from? I didn’t copy it from anyone. I STOLE IT (PIRATES PRIVLEDGE)
38) How do you know them? The Bloginet
39) Have you kissed anyone in the past week? My wife’s lips (Romantically) and my bosses ass (professionally)
40) What are your plans for the weekend? Insert song ‘Oh Yeah’ By Yello here for answer.
*This is the clown in me speaking only, but this was an actual answer that I gave to a Marine who asked me if I knew what ‘Semper Fidelis’ meant, a person who never let a moment go by without letting us know that he was a marine and the rest of us owed him for everything we enjoy. Boy did he want to kill me. But I gave a big hug to another person (who I did not know personally), who was a Marine and has a son currently in the Marines, But never said a word about it. For such as these who, by command or by will, fight for country and family and who never throw the spotlight on themselves, I thank you for the safety of my family and friends and of those others who you have never met, but put your life on the line for. You have my unyielding prayers and undying gratitude.
February 22 Soundtrack Of My Life“It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.”
~Adversities Quote
“There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.”
~ Oscar Wilde
“Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act.”
~Truman Capote
In keeping with the ideals of the Thieves Guild and because we are all good pirates who listen and obey our Captain Kalli (especially when she’s a watch’in). She plundered this from a Giraffe of all things (By God she’s good) and then calmly suggested (by scabbards end) that we should post them ourselves.
IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE? So, here's how it works: 1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc) 2. Put it on shuffle 3. Press play 4. For every question, type the song that's playing 5. When you go to a new question, press the next button Opening Credits: The Eve Of The War – Jeff Wayne (War Of The Worlds) Waking Up: Look Into The Eyeball – David Byrne First Day At School: Don’t Fear The Reaper – Blue Oyster Cult Falling In Love: Oh Yeah – Yello Fight Song: Love’s Devine – Seal >>>> (WHAT THE ‘F’!!!) Breaking Up: I’d Do Anything For Love (But I Won’t Do That) – Meat Loaf Prom: You And Me (Life House) Life's OK: Who Wants To Live Forever - Queen Mental Breakdown: Superman (It’s Not Easy) – Five For Fighting Driving: Survival Of The Sickest - Saliva Flashback: Highland Farewell – Steve McDonald Getting Back Together: 1st Samurai - Nujabes >>>>(What The Flying ‘F’!!!) Wedding: The Raven – Alan Parsons Project (Tales Of Mystery and Imagination) Birth of Child: In This Life – Colin Raye Final Battle: Holding Out For A Hero – Bonnie Tyler Death Scene: Simple And Clean – Utada Hikaru Funeral Song: I’m Gonna Wash That Man Right Out Of My Hair – South Pacific Soundtrack >>>> ALRIGHT, HOW THE FRICKEN FLYING ‘F’ DID THIS GET ON MY COMPUTER…W I F E !!!!!!!!!
February 21 Holy Ectoplasmic Snapshot Batman“Behind every man now alive stand 30 ghosts, for that is the ratio by which the dead outnumber the living.”
~ARTHUR C. CLARKE, 2001: A Space Odyssey
“It is wonderful that five thousand years have now elapsed since the creation of the world, and still it is undecided whether or not there has ever been an instance of the spirit of any person appearing after death. All argument is against it; but all belief is for it.”
~SAMUEL JOHNSON, The Life of Samuel Johnson
“Feet, don’t fail me now.”
~Anyone who has seen a ghost
A little while back, DD was cleaning her room when she ran across something she had forgotten about, something she wanted to forget about.
A couple of years previous she and a friend had gone to the local Wal-Mart to get some pictures developed. Still having several photos left in the camera, she decided to just fire off a couple of shots just to use up the roll; Just a couple of pictures of the picturesque setting of the worlds largest discount retailer.
Then she got the pictures back.
Everything was good until she reached the final photo in the pack. What she saw startled her and her friend (who ended up with duplicates). They took it to several friends who were, or knew professional photographers, to have it analyzed. No one could figure out how it was done, but they all said that it did not appear to be a camera malfunction. DD and her friend stated that it was a fine sunny day (As it always is inside a Wal-Mart) and that there were no obstructions, be it light or glass or person.
The picture really creeped her out and so she decided not to get rid of it, but to just hide it away under a metallic ‘nic-nak’ box.
She promptly forgot the whole thing.
Until she decided in a rare moment to clean her room.
I fear she will now never clean her room again.
You be the judge:
* The mark near the left corner of the picture is a rust stain from the metalic 'nic-nak' box
© 2007 February 14 Love is in the air“True love does not come by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly”
~Jason Jordan
“Whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well”
~ Vincent Van Gogh
“Everyone says ‘I Love You’… So what do you think Columbus do when a he a get here in 1492, he said to Pocahontas ‘Atcha Gucchi Gucchi Goo’ which means you little son of a gun ‘I Love You’”
~Chico Marx
Love is in the air….
So is the flu.
Today is Valentines Day, a day that is celebrated by the time honored tradition of women who plan for weeks what they will bestow on their special someone and of men, rushing out at the last minute to get their special someone that special card and that special I-totally-forgot-today-was-valentines-day-until-I-heard-that-commercial-on-the-radio-coming-home-and-thank-God-for-the-never-fails-to-have-on-hand-display-at the-drug-store box o’ chocolates.
I love my wife more than anything else on this planet, but I hate Valentines Day, not for what it represents, but because once again we have this merchant induced ‘holiday’ that tells us we must Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, oh yeah and, BLAH!
I don’t need a special day to tell me to show my wife that I love her, by getting her this special diamond or these beautiful arrangement of flowers or this cannot fail box of chocolates, I told her on our wedding day that I loved her and that if anything were to change, that I would let her know. Actually, I tell her everyday that I love her, and it really is more than just a way to end a phone call to her.
I first laid eyes on her in 7th grade and for me it really was love a first sight. I know it was different for her; she is a much smarter person than that. She is the kind that will research something – to death, and then make a decision. I on the other hand am an impulsive individual and my research into something usually goes like this:
“Mmmmmm, shiny, I want it”.
She was Shiny.
In the typical fashion of a thirteen-year-old male, I made no doubt about the fact that I loved her. How?, I acted goofy around her; I would bowl my text book down the long hallway and into the open door of our classroom to try to land it under her feet as she sat at her desk by the door; I would have wooden ruler sword fights with other idiots in the class (and let me tell you, there is a lot of pain that that goes with this rite of stupidity); anything to make her laugh,get me noticed and by proxy, make myself and my feelings known to her. Everything that is except to say ‘I love you’ (or the young teenager version; Um, I really like you and would you um like to um maybe go to a um movie or um um um um um …..).
I was not that brave and I was very clumsy with words, so the clown act would have to be the doorway to her heart.
Stalking her also became a handy tool to my homemade cupid’s arsenal. Not the serious stalking that we hear about today, basically I would just try to be wherever I overheard she would be and make it seem like a complete coincidence. Success would be that she would actually see me as I pretended not to see her and if fortune were to truly shine down on me, she might even come over and say “Hi”.
I also took up running at this time. She lived several blocks away from me so it was easy to come up with a running course that circled around the area of her house, but (and this was super clever of me) never past her house. This would assure that if she were out and about, that I had a very good chance of running into her (excuse the pun), without making it look like I was just stalking her. This activity also proved that love is very healthy for you; all that running had me in the best shape of my life.
Keep in mind that this was not a 24/7 plan. I did have a life outside of my quest for love.
I had ‘guy’ things to do, which are too long to recount here but suffice it to say that as I look back on them now, I truly did have a lot of fun. But those are stories for another time.
Several years past; Junior High turned into Senior High School and it was during this time, the spring of our 10th grade year to be exact, that my long term labor of love came to fruition; Yes I know, three years is a long time for seeds to sprout but I was trying to build a house not with a hammer and saw, but with a rock and a knife; not at all the proper tools, but if it is what you got, you use it and eventually it will get the job done. I also had refined my ‘get the girl’ technique with the addition of actually meeting her by her locker during the day just to say hi and talk a little before we were off to our separate classes. Never anything more than that, for while I was in love, I didn’t know if she were interested at all in me and I was too afraid of losing even the slightest hope of there ever being anything between us by doing something stupid like saying; Um, I really like you and would you um like to um maybe go to a um movie or um um um um um …
It was the evening of the Senior class school play ‘Carousel’. I arrived about a half hour early and took a seat around the middle section of the auditorium; waiting for her to walk in (and also to see the show; Really. I have always been a fan of old movies and Carousel was always a favorite and as luck would have it, she too was a fan of old movies, especially the musicals. SO THERE!). About ten minutes later, she walked in with several friends and took seats about five rows in front of me. After sitting down, I saw her look around the auditorium to see the turnout and then turn back to face the front and talk to her friends. Oh well, she didn’t see me, but I saw her and that would be OK for now. There would always be an exiting chance to bump into her and at the very least, I would get to see a good play. Or so I thought.
Just as the lights dimmed for the play to begin, I watched her get up out of her seat, walk back five rows and take a different seat; the one that happened to be right next to me. She may have asked me if I minded her sitting there, I can’t say for sure because there was a loud noise in my ears like standing next to a water falls, but I must have said something clever like “Ah no”, because she remained. And just as the play began, she reached over a held my hand.
I do not recall the play at all, just the rushing sound in my ears, the pouning in my chest and the touch of her hand, but I do remember it as being the best play I ever attended and to this day, Carousel is my favorite movie musical.
Everything changed after that night. I no longer was a peripheral object around her life but someone in her life, and this was plain to see by anyone who took notice of the boy and the girl who were often with each other and holding hands. I also realize that the route I took to get to that point was like trying to get to Canada from New Jersey by way of the South Pole, but it was the only way I knew and so I took my prolonged route one step at a time, but I did made it.
Some say that we were meant to be together and that it would have happened no matter what, and perhaps they are right. But I also like to believe that for once in my life, being a coward actually was the correct path to take; it was so hard fought for in my mind that I never take her being with me for granted. She deserves so much better than me, but I could have not done better than her in a thousand lifetimes.
So I sit here on this snowy Valentines Day, thirty-six years after I first set eyes on the only girl for me, without a card and without a box of chocolates. The snow has kept both of us at home along with the kids who have no school. She will bake cookies as she always does on these winter mornings and she will put aside a good portion of them just for me. She looks out the window at the snow, turns and says “Valentines Day couldn’t get any better than this”. In a couple of days, we will go out to dinner and have our ‘Valentines Night together, on our terms and not Hallmark’s or Godiva’s or any of the other entities out there trying to make a buck off my hard work. And I will look across the table into the eyes that I can never stop gazing into, and wonder how I ever Really got fortunate enough to be with this woman.
Love is in the air; it's the air we both breath every day.
© 2007 February 09 The Vow“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all.” ~Emily Dickenson
“Death--- the last sleep? No, the final awakening.”
~Walter Scott
“Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.”
~Mahatma Gandhi
What is (very) weird about me #2
As I had previously noted in my Pulitzer Award winning article (Translation: My Wife liked it and gave me a kiss),
‘What Is Weird About Me #6’, I am a Grave Walker. Part of how I catalog entries for the database, is to photograph the headstone and use it later to upload both the photo and the inscription details to an internet database (read the previously mentioned article for full details (you know you want to)).
Every now and then I photograph one that for one reason or another touches me more than any other, and I usually find it is a simple stone with little writing, but big on emotion. As I’ve said before, the stones represent the loss to the living, by the living, so each stone is a tangible, long fixed in time icon of a person’s grief and not just a marker for the departed.
Sometimes stones such as these stir me in such a way that I can’t stop thinking about the person who left this sentiment of grief behind and this thought will grab hold of me sometimes for days unless I do something about it. The way I deal with it is through writing, and when it comes to writing about the dead, it is usually a poem. From their perspective. Of the dead that is.
I’ve never made any secret of the fact that I am weird.
But this is not a fixation on the dead; it is a fixation on life. Everyone of us, with the exception of the Highlander and Fruit Cake, have numbered days in this world and going into these sacred resting places to record and even write about them, helps me to remember just that. We all become too cozy with the ‘here and now’ and often fool ourselves into believing that the inevitable is so far off, that the really important things; healing old or new wounds, extending a helping hand to someone in need, communicating with family and friends or just simply saying ‘I love you’, we think can easily be done ‘tomorrow’. That is, until that certain moment when we find it is too late.
I write from the perspective of the dead because they are the ones to remind us that tomorrow is never a promise.
I simply give them a voice.
The Vow
Be not sad that I am gone
And that our vows now part,
Do not feel you can’t go on
With now an empty heart.
Do not cry with a belief
That now you are alone,
Do not sit in darkened rooms
Within an empty home.
Remember me within your heart
And always hold me dear,
For in that place I cannot die
And will be always near.
For when at last our waiting ends
Forever we shall be,
Embraced within each others arms,
Never parted you, from me.
© 2007 February 05 STUFF YOU CAN'T JUST MAKE UP... Chapter 2"And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years".
~Abraham Lincoln
"Expect nothing, live frugally on surprise".
~Alice Walker
"The only danger is if they send us to that terrible planet of the apes".
~Homer Simpson
My wife told me a story that had been told to her by her sister, which was so Seinfeld-ish in nature that I had to ask my sister in law myself if it were true. She assured me that it was. And so I present to you, this strange and mysterious tale (with all due apologies to Clement Clarke Moore).
WITHOUT A LEG TO STAND ON
T’was a day in October of just this past year
A fine sunny day with the sky bright and clear,
The leaves were all nestled in their branches still green
With only a hint of their true colors sheen.
Allen the father and Connie his wife
Took Scott their first born and Jen, who followed later in life,
To the Super Mega theme park just an hour away
And spend a small fortune to have a fun day.
So following their journey they entered the gate
After being on a line (another hour’s wait),
To stand at the threshold of this theme park Nirvana
“Mom can we get something to eat, we wanna, we wanna!”
So after the eating (which cost fifty bucks more)
And finding the bathrooms (which was no easy chore),
They headed on out to hit their first ride
But as usual they would find no luck on their side.
Because Scott is a thinker and careful to weigh
Any danger from any ride that may come his way,
So wouldn’t you know it that the first ride they hit,
Would cause him to ponder and so he did sit.
For you see it was not just your regular ride
Not the kind that the kiddies could ever abide,
It was the newest and biggest and fastest at hand
And none but the bravest would it now demand.
It loomed great before him, a menacing site
By its very nature a cold hearted fright,
Its great looping motion and bone chilling sweeps
With legs dangling wildly from its open air seats
The Angel of Death was it’s true given name
With promises of terror of thrills and of pain,
The biggest and baddest roller coaster around
Where truly great danger must surely abound.
So Scott found himself now all worried with fear
If he went on this ride that true danger be near,
So he sat on a bench that also bordered a lake
For he knew that he had a decision to make.
Always so careful to calculate risk
No matter the venue, no matter place
His family knew better than to try to berate
So they went on without him and he, to their fate.
He studied the framework, calculated the curves
Read into the screams from overhead he overheard,
Ever careful to measure every aspect of danger
If he were to climb onto this body re-arranger.
He watched and he watched and he watched the great ride
To see if there was really some true terror to spy,
And yet no matter how much he thought about going
He just could not get past the un-reconciled unknowing.
And just when he thought perhaps he would change his mind
There came to him a message of the life changing kind,
From somewhere above and slightly stage right
Came an answer that was of an unusual sight.
It wasn’t a bird and it wasn’t a plane
And it sure as hell wasn’t jolly Santa and sleigh,
But what was it that to his eyes should appear,
But a leg that had fallen from off somebody’s rear.
It rocketed at him at such a great rate
That he screamed like a girl and ducked not a moment too late,
For it zoomed over head and just missing its mark,
To land in the lake, by the ride, in the park.
He couldn’t believe it, he was actually right,
That EVIL contraption tried to kill him this night,
And as he stood there a shaking, a crowd started to form,
To see the leg floating there, by just a few feet or more.
In the meantime for mother and father and daughter
The ride was now over and they started to un-board her,
They remarked how it was truly so thrilling and fun
But now it was time to go get their son.
As they exited the ride what strange sight should they see
But a man with one leg that ended at the knee,
He was sitting quite calmly but somewhat perturbed
That his artificial leg flew off when they rounded the curve.
When they got to the spot where they last left their son
They saw that a work crew had found the leg on the run,
They were fishing it out of the lake that did hold it
And Scott filled them in on the epic that unfolded.
“So now you see Scott”, they started to say,
“That the true danger was not on the ride, but the staying away”,
“And if you had joined us, then you too would now see,
That to enjoy your life fully, you must set your fears free”.
He pondered a moment at what they had stated,
For it was true that his fears could be too overrated,
So then he announced to his family and said;
“The next time you want to go out and have fun, I’ll just stay in my bed”.
February 01 Things about me you didn't know you cared aboutWhat Is Weird About Me #3
I stole this survey from Melisa (I know no shame), Who in turn lifted it from a Pirate named PD (By permission (and who wouldn't give permission to a pirate?)), and was later absconed by my brother (shame is sooo overrated).
1. Were you named after anyone? Nope, I’m an original
2. Are you an only child? 2 younger brothers; versions 2.0 and 3.0
3. Do you like your handwriting? No, and I blame computers for this just as I blame calculators for my all but vanished math skills.
4. What is your favorite lunch meat? Turkey (you are what you eat)
5. Do you have kids? 2. Actually 3 if you count the dog (she’s the best kid I have; always listens to me and greets me when I come home, simply because I’m me and not because I carry a wallet).
6. If you were another person would you be friends with you? For some reason, I’m tripping all over this one. Too vague I guess.
7. Do you sarcasm a lot? Have you never read my blog?
8. Do you still have your tonsils? No, traded them in for a boat load of vanilla ice cream decades ago. The 2nd best deal I ever made!
9. Would you bungee jump? NO, I have issues with jumping off or out of perfectly good objects.
10. What is your favorite cereal? Cheerios (since the beginning of time)
11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? NO, untying them in the deep dark of the morning to put them back on is a real eye opener
12. Do you think you are strong? Physically yes; emotionally is debatable
13. What is your favorite ice cream? I think I’ve already made that painfully (tonsils) clear.
14. What is the first thing you notice about people? I always shoot for the eyes, the rest is just upholstery
15. Red or Pink? Both; my wife looks HOT in either!
16. What is the least favorite thing about yourselfl? I am the king of procrastination.
17. Who do you miss the most? My dad and the missed opportunities
18. Do you want everyone to send this back to you? Well, I stole this in the first place, but if you want to form a thief’s guild, I’m good with that.
19. What color pants and shoes are you wearing right now? Blue jeans and brown house shoes (fancy word for slippers – hey, it’s cold outside baby!)
20. What is the last thing you ate? McDonalds French fries (So damned addictive)
21. What are you listening to right now? Il Divo (from off of Vallerie’s space. I’ve been listening to this same song over and over. Can’t seem to get enough of it)
22. If you were a crayon what color would you be? Any color that is an autumn color
23. Favorite smells? Wood fires, baking cookies, coffee in the morning, my wife’s hair
24. Who was the last person you talked on the phone to? My wife telling me she was on her way home (snuggling awaits her)
25. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Again, this is a stolen item, but yes she reminds me a lot of me (hey, I guess I just answered question #6)
26. Favorite sports to watch? My wife and daughter when they are having one of their ‘Discussions’
27. Hair color? Medium brown thanks to my parents which is mixed with grey thanks to my kids
28. Eye color? Very very dark brown, friends tell me that they are very deep. My wife says it’s because I’m full of s#!t
29. Do you wear contacts? I used to but just couldn’t put up with the hassle anymore
30. Favorite food? Chinese and Pizza
31. Scary movies or happy endings? Always been a sucker for horror movies, but I am a closet fan of the feel good flicks
32. Last movie you watched? The Matchmaker
33. What color shirt are you wearing? Black mock turtleneck with a heavy weight green shirt over it – hey I already told you, its cold outside!
34. Summer or Winter? Fall, spring, winter and summer in that order
35. Hugs or Kisses? Are we talking chocolate here or the cuddly kind? I guess that would be a 'both' and 'BOTH'
36. Favorite dessert? Apple pie, peach pie and anything else involving vanilla, coconut or banana ice cream.
37. Most likely to respond? My brother (if I were to send this on)
38. Least likely to respond? The IRS
39. What book are you reading? Currently ‘Murder Most Scottish’. I’m a sucker for anything involving Scotland
40. What is on your mouse pad? My Mouse
41. What did you watch on TV last night? Heroes marathon on SciFi
42. What is your favorite sound? A wood fire, Thunder storms and the sound of wind
43. Rolling Stones or the Beatles? Neither (and this fulfills ‘What Is Weird About Me # 3)
44. What is the furthest you've been from home? Scotland. Hoping for a return trip soon
45. Do you have a special talent? I would like to say writing but that’s not up to me. I would have to say for myself, it is my ability to bend Space, Time and the Truth.
46. Where were you born? Elizabeth NJ; at least that’s what my 'adopted' parents tell me. I have evidence that I come from Mars (I read it in a book once)
47. (My addition to the original list) Who do you most resemble? I look like a Greek God… That has seen better days
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