Thursday, February 16, 2006

Onion Soup


In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect." ~Alice Walker
Some images don't need to be doctored.


50 More things than you care to know 2:
51. I own a dozen different journals.
52. All of which are much too pretty to write in.
53. People on diets make me want to eat.
54. I can never get all the dishes of a meal to finish cooking at the same time.
55. When I was little I thought I could control the wind.
56. I sat in the yard and tried to make Tornados.
57. At "Pioneer Day Camp" they ran out of Pilgrim costumes and had to make me into an Indian.
58. My Indian name was, "Running Snow Rabbit."
59. All the little boys pretended to shoot at me.
60. Fabric softener makes me break out in hives.
61. Actually it's pimples. But I lie and say they're hives.
62. My grandfather used to pull his dentures out as a gag.
63. So at age four, I thought everyone's teeth were removable.
64. My mouth tastes like boiled eggs when I'm sick.
65. I think other peoples mouths taste like onions when they're horny.
66. I'm fluent in American Sign Language.
67. My family is a Matriarch.
68. I'm terrified to learn how to drive a stick shift.
69. I don't know how to play any musical instruments.
70. Unless you count air guitar, air violin, and air piano.
71. I get bored easily with skills I've already accomplished.
72. I once had a boyfriend who bought me a gas mask as a Birthday present.
73. I have trouble with remembering names.
74. But I'll forever remember a face I've seen only once.
75. I collect Paleolithic Goddess statues.
76. A guy once accused me of witchcraft because of them.
77. Black leather furniture makes me feel scuzzy.
78. Chunky wood furniture makes me feel lazy.
79. I love the smell of books.
80. I hate Macaroni and Cheese.
81. I enjoy the pain of life.
82. It reminds me that I'm still alive to feel it.
83. My worst fear is dying and not being remembered.
84. I only enjoy the rain when I'm going to bed.
85. I used to have a Spanish ghost in my car.
86. He would switch the radio to Spanish stations.
87. Hoop and I call each other and pretend to me mentally disabled people.
88. I can't decide if it's more horrible that we do it or that I think it's funny.
89. When I was eleven I volunteered at a "Therapeutic Horse Ranch for the Disabled."
90. They said I was too young. I asked them every day if I could join. Two weeks later they let me in.
91. The memory makes me smell hay and granola bars.
92. I hate brushing my teeth.
93. But I do it four times a day.
94. People who don't vote bug me.
95. That dangly thing in the back of my throat (Uvula) bugs me more. What the hell is it for?
96. I used to fantasize about taking a bath in milk.
97. I'm confused as to why I thought this would be a good idea.
98. I love taking pictures of strangers.
99. My favorite is of a bum with two ferrets.
100. I think the journey of life is more important than the purpose of it.

I'm sorry this is a shorty. We've got corporate people in the building and I have to pretend to care. I'll give you double the fix later. ;)

19 Comments:

At 16 February, 2006, Blogger The Gradual Gardener said...

52. That's ok, you have the Internet.
53. Believe me, they want to eat too!
54. They should have named you "Tornado Maker."
62-63. My grandmother used to do this too. Why to adults like to mess with your head?
67. What does that mean? That your mother wore the pants, instead of your father?
72. Need we ask why he's no longer your boyfriend?
73-74. Me too.
94. Me too.

50 Things about yourself is a shorty? You must get really bored with my miniscule posts...

 
At 16 February, 2006, Blogger Odd Mix said...

53. People on diets want to eat, too.
63. My dad was bald, my grandfather was bald. until age five I thought ALL men were bald.
67. Is your familly a Matriarchy, or do you all comprise one woman who is in charge?
72. Why? and do you still have it?
89. Do you still ride? did you then?
95. It makes you snore.

 
At 16 February, 2006, Blogger mama_tulip said...

Number sixty-eight -- I'll teach you! I miss driving stick SO MUCH.

 
At 16 February, 2006, Anonymous Amanda B. said...

You are so cool. I just love you.

 
At 16 February, 2006, Blogger V said...

51, 79 & 84 -ditto
85. I'll see your spanish ghost and raise you a dead mouse.

Can't wait til you're back!

 
At 16 February, 2006, Blogger Chris said...

Stunning photo! Wow...

Hee hee - I have that same journal issue!

The Spanish car ghost - whoa.

I want to see the picture of the bum with the ferrets!

 
At 16 February, 2006, Blogger Mrs. Harridan said...

You must have very clean teeth! I hate brushing mine, too, but I usually only do twice a day.

 
At 16 February, 2006, Anonymous TB said...

Oh Tink, you should WRITE in those journals. You'll only make them more beautiful.

And even though I have a sister who is mentally disabled, Jeff and I call each other retarded all the time. We're probably going to hell.

 
At 16 February, 2006, Blogger wordgirl said...

Hu-what??? I must've been reading wrong. You hate macaroni and cheese? I'm shocked, Tink. Just totally shocked. Your picture is gorgeous.

 
At 16 February, 2006, Blogger Tink said...

Gradual Gardener: I'd never get bored with your posts! I just didn't have a "Daily Hoop Conversation" or mini "Wellbutrin" update to add. Blogger guilt.

Odd Mix: Ah, Matriarchy would definitely be the better word. Although my Mom would like to think she's the lead lady.

The boyfriend was in the military. Need I say more? I gave it to my stepdad who's a retired navy seal. No idea what he's going to do with it either.

I used to ride horses. I miss that. I haven't ridden in 10 years.

Mama T: As long as we put bumpers all around the car first. :)

Amanda: Girl, you're the definition of cool.

V: Dead mouse? Was it in spirit form or just its body?

Chris: I'll try to dig it out this weekend. He's so dang cute. If bums could ever be considered that.

Mrs. Harridan: Smoking leaves a film on the mouth, hence the excessive brushing. But maybe I can reduce it down to two after this weekend.

TB: You're probably right... About the journal thing not hell. I'd ask you to bunk with me but I don't think I'll see you there. ;)

Wordgirl: You see, back when we were poor... Don't all great stories start off this way? *Eye roll* We ate Mac-n-cheese everyday. I think I OD'd on it.

 
At 16 February, 2006, Blogger ragingmom said...

I'm enjoying these!

 
At 16 February, 2006, Blogger Arabella said...

#53--I used to work near a gym with glass windows onto the street, and I wanted so badly to sit in front of those windows and eat a pint of ice cream.

I love onion soup.

 
At 16 February, 2006, Blogger Tink said...

Arabella you're EVIL! I like that. Talk evil to me more.

Muwahahaha

 
At 16 February, 2006, Blogger EE said...

66-awesome, me too

68- Katherine is crazy, you're not missing out on anything, I will never own a car w/ a stick again, lol

91-I LOVE the smell of hay. Nothing is better than the smell of fresh cut alfalfa hay. Mmmmmmmmmmm....that's how my barn smells.

 
At 16 February, 2006, Blogger Kell said...

Nice to know someone else has a journal fetish.

 
At 16 February, 2006, Blogger Jess Riley said...

Wow!! Hey, black leather furniture makes me feel scuzzy, too. Another fantastic list!

 
At 16 February, 2006, Blogger The Queen Mama said...

These are fun and you are so refreshingly open.

Hubby tells me my Indian name is "Passes Gas and Giggles."

 
At 16 February, 2006, Blogger eric said...

"scuzzy?"

i forgot about that word. i used to use that ALL the time.

somewhat along the same lines as black leather furniture ... i don't trust dudes who wear cologne.

e+

 
At 16 February, 2006, Blogger Ditsy Chick said...

A bum with ferrets = a homeless man with ferrets or are we talking about Richard Gere here?

 

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