So, I’m an admitted nerdgirl.
I love learning new things, love researching things I’m interested in, and weird facts stick to the inside of my brain like Velcro.
But, I’m also a gamergirl.
I started playing games when my ex-husband introduced me to them in 1997, when we were dating.
And my love for RPG (role-playing games) was cemented then.
I think it truly stems from my love of books, as I see games as a way to actually participate in the stories.
And, I get to kill shit.
Best stress-relief ever.
For the last few months, though, I haven’t been playing any of the games I have. I think my depression was weighing down on so much in my life, it just kind of took over everything I enjoyed & wrenched it from me.
Now, however, I’ve started to get some of my spark back.
It’s slow-going, because this bout of depression was – really bad. And I know it’s going to take a while to come all the way back from that.
But, I’m starting to get my games back.
Fallout 3, 4, & New Vegas, are some of the ones I enjoy in the apocalyptic genre. The storylines are really good, and they’re “open-world” games, which means I can go where I want in the map, & don’t have to follow a set agenda.
When I’m seriously in the mood for taking out bad guys, these are my go-to, as there’s a whole lot of baddies to get in them. It’s pretty much the core of the plotlines for these games, so they’re perfect for that.
If I’m looking more for “story”, or leaning more towards wanting the fantasy worlds, I load up Elder Scrolls Oblivion (I’ve played this game SOOO many times, all the way through, I could probably be a tutor for noobs.
If I’m looking to go “old school”, I fire up Final FantasyX & X2. Classics, and, in my opinion, 2 of the best put out in the Final Fantasy series.
I have a couple of other games in my cabinet that I love, but don’t play often anymore, mostly because I have beaten them, & they’re such long-playing games, I just don’t feel as passionate about them as the others.
Now, you gamers out there will notice that all of these are “single player” games.
Yep. I don’t play well with others & run with scissors when I’m gaming.
*sigh* I have control issues, alright? I don’t respond well to getting ordered about while I’m trying to play a game.
So, I’ve mostly stayed away from MMORPGs. (Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Games)
I tried, when Elder Scrolls came out with their MMORPG.
*sigh* I just couldn’t take it.
Too many people running around, no one I trusted to play with – it irritated me enough to make me stop playing.
And this is a BIG hesitation,
I’m trying again.
This time on my phone.
I found a game that’s got such gorgeous graphics, & the story seems engaging enough. The fighting style will take me a bit to learn, as it requires both thumbs on my touch screen, so that’s awkward. I have to watch where I’m touching, because there are no physical buttons.
Gah, I wish they’d just put this on a console.
The name of the game is Perfect World.
It first came out as a PC game, I guess? But, since I don’t PC, that don’t fly for me. So here it is.
I’ll give this the benefit of the doubt, and try it for a while.
I’ve been looking for a new RPG to play, and this might fill that role.
I only play it at home, since it would suck data like a desert cactus in a rain storm.
So, maybe if I take it slow, give it time to settle…
I’m just glad I’m starting to get my GamerNerdgirl back on.
I missed this chick.
It’s funny what the cessation of pain can do for your perspective.
And for your attitude.
It’s hard to realize just how much your attitude is affected by pain, until the pain stops.
Now, I’m not normally someone who goes around recommending products for anyone.
I might try new things for myself, say they “work for me” or don’t, or whatever, but I don’t try to tell anyone else whether they should use something or not.
But – I’m breaking that “rule” today.
I’ve also never come right out and publicly endorsed a product on my blog.
I’m doing that today, too.
Any of you who’ve been reading my blog for very long, know that I have rheumatoid arthritis in my hands.
I’ve been seeing a Rheumatologist for a few years now, and get steroid shots in my hands about every 6 months, just to keep the pain at bay. I also take daily anti-inflammatories to keep the swelling down. (My fingers get like little German sausages without them, and sometimes even with taking them – it’s yet another cause of discomfort, pain)
There is also a prescription gel that I have that’s supposed to help with pain. It does…a very little bit, but not to the extent I need anymore. It’s just not strong enough.
Well, I’ve been putting off going to see my Rheumatologist, because it’s kind of expensive, even with insurance, and I’ve been in a lot of pain. My thumbs, mostly.
Most people don’t realize just how much they rely on their thumbs for everything their hands do.
Pick up a stack of files?
Pressure on your thumb.
Lift a pitcher of juice out of the fridge?
TONS of pressure on your thumb.
Typing, which I do all day for my job, and typing on cell phones. Yes, different motions, but both rely on thumbs.
Getting dressed??? Try it with your thumb taped to the rest of your hand once, just to see what I’m talking about.
Luckily, the worst pain is in my left thumb, and I’m right handed, so at least I can “wipe” myself without pain. Geez.
Ok, so we’ve reviewed why I need pain relief.
Now, here’s the WHAT.
*I’m not getting paid to endorse this, wasn’t asked to endorse it, and the makers have no idea I’m writing this blog post. (I’m sure they have zero clue who I am, so, why would they know what I’m writing?)*
This is CobraZol.
And I’ll tell you right now, I’ve tried at least 4 other “arthritis pain relief” things that did- Zip. Nada. Zilch.
2 different types of daily supplements that were supposed to “boost your immune system, slow degeneration of joints & lessen pain, as well as 2 completely different type of creams. None of them worked – At. All. Binned- all of them.
But, the first time I rolled this stuff on my hands?
THE. FIRST. TIME.
Within 5-10 minutes, I had fucking relief from the pain.
The shoulders-falling, breath-blowing, muscles un-knotting, instant-smile kind of relief.
I found it on Amazon, & decided to give it a shot, after the last stuff I’d tried failed to live up to its hype. (I tried a hemp-derived cbd cream, no joy, & a strong smell, it went in the bin).
The CobraZol wasn’t expensive, just a little under $20 for a 2oz. roll-on bottle, so I figured, if it didn’t work, it wasn’t a big loss, right?
Well, I’ve been using this now since Wednesday night, so – approximately 3&1/2 days, & haven’t had to use my gel once, which is normally used 4 times a day. My hands have felt amazing, just some lingering muscle soreness (which could honestly be the beginnings of carpal tunnel, too, as I’ve been noticing some tingling & numbness in my fingers for about a week or so).
Ok, so, for those who noticed the name of the product. YES, it does mention COBRA.
The list of ingredients are on Amazon, as well as on the bottles, but, here are the main active ones:
Indian Cobra venom
Yes. 3 different types of venom. You read that correctly.
No, I don’t want to hear negative comments.
You see, I’ve done some research on this (I am a Google research nerd, don’t doubt).
I know the benefits of arnica and capsicum, so didn’t have to research those. (Witch, remember? I’ve read up on herbs, tinctures, & homeopathy)
Snake venom being used and useful for pain relief, however, I wasn’t familiar with, so I fucking looked it up. I don’t just buy things because some yahoo on the internet says so.
(Sorry, my mother had some things to say about this, or rather, we had a passive aggressive non-discussion about this, so I’m still a little tender around the mouth)
If you go look, and no, I’m not putting links in here, go look it up yourself if you want to read about the benefits of cobra venom in pain relief, you’ll find that there are many studies being done into how cobra venom, and even black mamba venom, have a better analgesic value than morphine, with fewer side effects.
A BETTER ANALGESIC VALUE THAN MORPHINE WITH FEWER SIDE EFFECTS.
Big pharma’s going to haaaaate that.
Even if I couldn’t convince my mom that this was worth trying, I did convince many of the women in my office. I even got one of the others to try it, & she was convinced after about 20 minutes, when the pain she’d been having in her back for about a week was seriously reduced, & she had a better range if motion again.
She got on her Amazon account right away & ordered some for herself.
If that’s not a convincing endorsement, then I don’t know what is.
All I know right now, is that CobraZol works for me. The pain is so much less, which makes me feel better, & brings my mood up.
And lately? Anything that can bring my mood up is pretty much gold.
If that means snake venom?
I swear, someone needs to patent the shit that comes out of my brain.
And by someone, I mean me, of course.
Because then I’d be a gazillionaire.
I went to see my rheumatologist today about my hands.
I’ve had osteoarthritis for a couple of years, now, and have seen a couple of specialists. Last year, I got shots in not only my thumbs, but also in a couple of fingers. (The ones you don’t want to randomly show off to people, because they might get offended if you don’t explain, first, why you’re flipping them off)
Needless to say, the shots don’t last forever; osteoarthritis is a degenerative disease that causes the cartilage between the bones to decay, allowing the bones to rub on each other. Causing pain, sometimes lots and lots of pain, and some swelling. Although, with my osteo, the swelling isn’t so bad, the aching & pain is.
Most days, my hands feel as though they’re just meat bags full of busted glass.
And over the last couple of months, I’ve developed a problem with my grip, especially in the mornings.
Osteo sucks. It really, really does.
ON TO THE BRILLIANCE!
I went to the Dr., and he gave me a shot in each thumb again. ….and it hurts. As the afternoon wore on, it hurt worse, aching all the way up to my elbow by the time I got home, driving me to tears.
BUT, I came up with a BRILLIANT, SCIENTIFIC answer to the problem!
Ok, so my first idea…if they can make fake boobs – just make them smaller, & put them in where the cartilage is supposed to go…isn’t so brilliant. I can just imagine – the implants get put in, and a short while later – – POP! yeah… Not going to work.
BUT! My piece de resistance…
Everything is being 3-d printed these days, so why not cartilage replacements?!?
They can 3-d print a whole hand! All I need is the little cartilage bits between the joints! C’mon! Waaay less work for the printer, right?!?
They can make prosthetics with a 3-d printer, but not cartilage??? What’s wrong with this picture??
They can 3-d print Nano-fucking-particles! And yet they’re not curing arthritis?!?
I’ve cured arthritis, here, folks.
Where’s my damn Nobel Peace Prize??
I went to my very first Drag show on Saturday!
I’ve wanted to see a live drag show (as in, Yaaass, Qween!) for years – ever since I watched the original 1978 movie version of La Cage Aux Folles. I saw this one late night on cable in my early twenties, & was immediately riveted.
This feeling was reiterated when I saw Too Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything, Julie Newmar.
And again by the Robin Williams and Nathan Lane version of La Cage Aux Folles, retitled in English to The Birdcage.
Needless to say, I’ve had a healthy fascination with Drag Queens for a long time.
Hairspray? I prefer the original version with Divine, Rikki Lake, Blondie’s Debbie Harry, and Sonny Bono. C’mon, I mean RIC OCASEK from The Cars was in it, fergawdssake!! (Yes, I’m a child of the 80’s, and not ashamed of my musical upbringing, thank you)
And, I was recently lead to Todrick Hall, who has the voice of an angel, and the attitude of…well…
Y’all should watch his YouTube video called Straight Outta Oz. It’s straight outta this universe amazing.
Of course, I love RuPaul, and discovered others through the Drag Race, like Bob the Drag Queen, Alyssa Edwards, Miss Fame, Kim Chi, and others too numerous to mention here.
Anyway, back to the Drag Show.
It was put on as a fund raiser by a local Relay For Life team, and they called it “Cancer is a Drag”.
It was 4 hours of knock-down, drag-out (pun totally intended) hilarity and fun.
I didn’t want to leave my seat the whole 4 hours, even to pee, for fear I’d miss something!
And the Queens and Kings were amazing! They lip synced, they joked, they played games & got the audience revved up and involved.
I was blown away.
And, I can’t wait till they come back.
I just want to hug them all, tell them how much they’ve given me, how brave and inspiring I find them, that they can be so OUT LOUD, and UP FRONT right in people’s faces! Especially in conservative places like the city and state I live in.
(North Dakota’s a red state, y’all, and sometimes it’s so conservative it’s claustrophobic)
So, here’s the best of the pictures…I know they’re not the best, but when you’ve got #QWEENSINMOTION…well, you do the best you can.
These were not all of the performers, but I wasn’t able to get great pictures of everyone – a lot of the pictures I took came out blurry due to the dim lighting, the strobing light effects, & the constant movement of the performers. It was really difficult to get still shots!
I sincerely hope these ladies and gents know just how appreciated their performances were on Saturday, & they’re willing to do this again really soon. Because I’m kind of addicted to the whole experience, now.
Even though I ended up going to this alone, I never felt left out.
And that, was the most amazing part of it all.
OhmyGoddess today was so much Fun!
Fun-sized Coworker, Betty, (not her real name, but a nickname she’ll recognize) and I went to a holistic healing & psychic fair at a hotel here in town today! And it was a BLAST!
There were vendors there who ran the gamut from tarot reading to auric photography, to energy healing, to essential oils, and yes, my personal favorite and Achilles heel… STONES.
I’m such a rock nerd.
I bounced back & forth between the 2 different stone vendors, who set up on opposite ends of the venue, & wanted to buy out the lot. My fingers twitched every time I got near the tables, my ears tingled, my brain melted, & I fought the urge to spend every last cent I had on me on pretty pretty precious…..
We also attended 3 of the lectures they had there, which were all really interesting, & I wish we could have had more time with each of the speakers. Half an hour per session simply flew by!
I’ll tell you, whatever was going on there? It was all positive, because I felt wonderful all morning. Strong, and yes…dare I say it? Freakishly normal.
OK. Here’s what I mean by that statement.
My anxiety has been bad for the last few months. I’ve had to add an additional dose to my morning routine on an everyday basis for about the last 6 months, bringing my total dosage up to 2&1/2 pills total throughout the day (I break them in half & take a half every 2 to 4 hours)
My dosage schedule on a normal day is as follows: 8, 10, 2, 6, 10. (Yes, mornings are harder than afternoons -why? Not a morning person. That’s why.)
I took my 1st morning dose…and promptly forgot about the damn things till I got back from grocery shopping… A full HOUR after leaving the healing fair, which means I skipped at least 2 other doses without noticing.
Now – on a regular day? I would be a shaking, tense, choking mess, with a heart rate of about 250, & a visible vibration going on under my skin. My skin would be flushed & hot, & I would have broken out in blisters at this point.
I didn’t notice till I got home, & started to feel the drag on my nerves. I took my next dose, & I’m fine, but that’s not my point.
The energy at this fair was wild.
And, I remembered how much I missed it. Energy work. I’m going to be getting back into that, bet your sweet bippy on that one.
Another thing I learned today… Was about clearing your Karma from past lives & from this life. But I think I’ll save that for another post, as it’s going to take more room…and significantly more willingness on my part to actually do it. Feh.
All in all…today was a HUUUGE day of lessons, and was exactly where I needed to be. I’ve got a lot to think about now, a lot to learn, to research & read…
And a whole hell of a lot of soul searching and self-ego-burning to do.
I cannot let myself fall into Gollum’s trap of greed & selfishness. I have to learn to truly let go, in order to free myself.
Sunday I spent the day doing yard work.
It was about time, as I’d let things pile up, weeds were starting to seed out, the hedges were towering WAY over my head, and my lawn was finally starting to green up & grow, since we’d gotten a little bit of rain.
So, I plugged my ear buds in, pulled on my garden gloves, & got to work.
After mowing the front lawn, & a little of the back (my battery-powered mower’s battery gave out), I plugged the battery into the charger, hoisted my hedge trimmer, & decided to tackle the beast-mode hedges, starting from the back end near OnlySon’s bedroom.
Well…until the hornets decided they didn’t want me messing with their nest.
Drop the hedge trimmer in my tracks & hightail it to the house, making sure the damned hell beasts don’t follow me inside, I raced for the bathroom to ice down my wounded self with cold water.
I’ve never run so fast in my ever-lovin’ life as I did after that first sting!
Holy Mother of Gods!
Luckily, the little winged bastard only nailed me through my glove, on my knuckle, so he really didn’t get me all that bad, but Holy Cheezits, it stung like a muther.
Yeah, I stayed inside the house for a while, laugh it up, Chuckles. I watched that front screen door like the NSA, waiting for those little pricks to stop swarming my porch, knowing they were there, mocking me, jeering & marking my front door with their angry little pheromones.
After getting a drink of water, & wiping the fear-stink off…
I went back outside to retrieve my property.
My hedge trimmer lay there in the grass like a lost orphan…
So I gingerly tiptoed over & gently pucked that poor baby up & cradled it in my arms.
Went to the other end of the hedge & started hacking.
Of course, I only got halfway down the hedge before I started seeing the hazardous, little, yellow bouncers dancing gleefully in the leaves again.
To the backyard.
Plenty of trimming to do back there, too.
And, as I’m happily zipping along, cutting through the Queen Anne bush next to OnlySon’s bedroom window…
I sliced halfway through my old extension cord, that someone had tossed into the bush.
*many, many bad words inserted here as the outlet goes dead*
Ok…Lucky for me, I’m a well grounded kind of gal.
And, I have a backup extension cord that reaches around to the driveway outlet, which allows me to finish up, not only trimming the wayward bushes in the backyard, but use my electric chainsaw to get through a piece of the neighbor’s hedge that has made its way through my fence & is too big for the hedge trimmer.
And what do I find while trimming?
A rogue plum tree… With plums hanging from it.
We used to have a plum tree, but it died years ago, & we cut it down, to the ground. This…has to be from one of the plums that fell off at some point, or got dropped by one of the kids, or some other weird coincidence.
Anyway… I have a plum tree? I guess?
Oh yeah, Sunday bitch-slapped me, hard.
But, like the badass mofo that I am, I bounced back & kept right on diggin’ til I’d had my fill.
And that was right about the time I went in the house & realized that by cutting that extension cord, I’d blown a fuse in the house, cutting power to the kitchen, the living room, and the hallway…
“You’ll write what I want you to write, and that’s that, goddammit!”
Moira flinched as a meaty hand slammed the table in front of her, punctuating the sentence with a slap.
“No,” she breathed firmly, “I won’t. I’m not a smut writer, and I won’t start just because you’re threatening me. I write what I want, and kidnapping me won’t matter, you fucktard. You’ll never get what you want from me. Sick bastard.”
Moira could hear him grinding his teeth as he growled under his breath at her refusal, but she refused to cave in to his sicko demands.
She’d been here for just over 3 nights now, or 4 days…she couldn’t really tell. She knew she was underground in some kind of bomb shelter, since she could smell the musty, mildewy smell of old water on concrete, but he’d fixed the place up…almost nice.
The walls were covered with faux wood panels, that had pictures and paintings hanging from them, to add some semblance of “windows”, even to having curtains hung around a few. It was – homey – and macabre, all at the same time.
The table at which she was now seated was real wood, a deep butcher’s block kitchen- style surface, ready to seat at least 6 people, but currently only holding her and an old manual typewriter, a fresh ream of paper, & a cup full of freshly sharpened Number 2 pencils.
Exactly like she’d told Author’s Gazette last month when she’d done that article about her writing habits, & her quirks about liking to have pencils on hand for the odd note-taking, twirling, putting up her hair in a bun when really getting serious, & chewing on the erasers when she got stuck on plot points.
“Alright. Well, you’ll stay here until you write what I want, then.”
“Are you going to write it yet?”
“No, go to hell, asshole.”
“Supper’s on the table.”
“Carrots and cheese sticks again?”
“Bologna tomorrow. You know you get meat once a week.”
“Maybe…maybe if I just… No, I can’t. But…then he’d let me leave, right? Yeah, sure, after all this time…he’d just let me go. What, it’s been how long? How many weeks, months…ohh…god…so long…he’s never going to let me go…”
“WRITE IT!! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!”
“THEN JUST DO IT ALREADY!”
“carrots all gone…hehe hehe…”
“OH GOD! What did you do!!”
The blood dripped from the table, smeared along the walls, spelling out “Never” before slumping into an indecipherable scrawl near the bed where the dead woman lay. All her fingers bitten off, strewn about on the floor and tabletop.
“No, dammit! I never got my story!”
He flipped her over onto her back, furious, noticing as he did so, that she was smiling, with her own thumb, firmly wedged in her own mouth and throat.
Well…it was an opposable thumb, after all.
I saw this on another blog, & decided to take a swing at it…
1. What’s the first thing you grab for in the morning?
My phone, checking email while I pee is good time management, yes?
2. Who is your biggest inspiration in life?
My parents. They have been through some hairy, tragic, tough shit in their lives, yet next year they will have been married 50 years, & they’re just really down-to-earth, caring, compassionate, truly kind folks who take in strays & will invite strangers to Thanksgiving if they find out they have no one else to celebrate with.
3. What do you think people notice most about you?
They probably see the humor first, because that’s how I keep my defenses safe. If I have you laughing, you won’t hurt me, right?
4. Who do you hope people notice most about you?
My humor, duh, I don’t want to get hurt.
5. What is your biggest weakness/fatal flaw?
Probably that I’m suuuper independent & refuse to ask for help with my personal problems.
6. What is your biggest strength?
Probably that I’m suuuper independent, & can MacGyver a fix for most anything.
7. What to you is the perfect, most ideal age to be?
27. Don’t ask why, just believe me.
8. High school. Awesome or terrible?
9. Cats or dogs?
Any and all, except reptiles. You name it, I’ve probably had one as a pet at some point (well, no exotics, so leave off the platypus and fennec fox)
10. Adjective that best describes you when you’re drunk?
Goofy…and usually way too fucking honest
11. Why do you love your best friend so much?
He knows who I am, warts & all, & loves me. Plus, he’s my partner in crime when I want to hit up Denny’s and mess with the wait staff by speaking the whole time with British accents.
12. Where do you want to go more than any other place in the world?
Canouan Island. For reasons.
13. Beaches or snow?
Beaches, or forests. Why aren’t forests an option here?
14. What is your absolute, number one, biggest pet peeve?
15. What is one personality trait you simply have no time for?
Entitlement. Get over yourself. We all end up wormfood eventually.
16. Zodiac, MBTI, or Birth Order? Which is the one you lean towards?
Hmm…I’ve used them all in describing & in figuring out people. I can’t choose, I’m such a Gemini, Youngest Child, INFJ.
17. Do you believe in something after death?
Yes. But that’s all you get unless you ask me straight out. I would say that we’re all going to hell in a handbasket, but I’m Pagan, & don’t believe in handbaskets.
18. How does someone instantaneously get on your good side?
Make me laugh with something intelligent AND funny.
19. How about your bad side?
Interrupt me mid-sentence. End of discussion.
20. How do you hope you’re described by people when you’re not around?
I would hope they say I’m funny, or kind, or smart, or good with duct tape.
21. What is your least favorite attribute about yourself?
My weight, but I’m working on that.
22. Is it okay to sleep with socks on?
Depends on what you’ve put the socks on.
23. Coffee or tea?
Flavored water. What is WITH these limited choices, I ask?
24. How many dates until you feel like it’s okay to have sex with someone?
Depends on the someone, & depends on my mood, honestly. Creepers, stalkers & fuckboys get an instant boot to the Auto Zone…the auto-reject zone.
25. What is your love language?
Braille. Let your fingers do the talking. On my neck & shoulders. For at least 5 minutes. Maybe with some warm oil or nice eucalyptus lotion.
26. Do you or do you not believe in ghosts?
27. What’s your vice?
Well, it’s a little red c-clamp just the right size for crafting & holding shit still. Do I need to get Google or Webster’s Dictionary in on this discussion? Why are you so curious about my crafting tools? Sicko.
28. Twitter, Facebook, or Instagram?
Fb, mostly. But I dabble on IG. Twitter I haven’t twitted in years. And even Fb has taken a dive for me.
29. Favorite artist?
Shawn Coss right now. Wicked stuff.
30. Odd numbers or even numbers?
42. 42 is always the answer.
31. Do you believe in organizing or life or letting things just happen?
I like to organize, mostly. But relaxing & just going with something can be a nice change, once in a while. I’m not 27 anymore, I like a little foreknowledge so I can pack my purse or pockets appropriately. Never know when you’ll need emergency gum or a roll of dental floss, yes, I have both.
32. Are you more right brained or left brained?
I’m fully brained, it’s just not always fully functional. Like, when I’m conscious.
33. Which do you prefer, logic or creativity?
Both. Again…fully brained. You need to have both. Geez.
34. Do you think opposites truly attract?
Well, the magnets all say it works. I’m just listening to the magnets.
35. What is your Hogwarts house?
I’d probably be a Ravenclaw. I ask weird questions, too. and give even weirder answers.
36. Ask for permission or ask for forgiveness?
Neither. Are you a grownup or a malcontent? I say, do what feels right for you, as long as no one gets hurt, & it doesn’t break any laws.
37. Do you think chemistry is instant or grows with time?
I think chemistry is a class in school. I don’t want any of that shit I used to see in the beakers growing anywhere around me, thanks. I know what happens to people around growing chemistry. Radiation poisoning and burnt eyebrows. That’s what happens in chemistry.
38. Do you trust someone until proven otherwise or do you think trust has to be earned no matter who with?
Anymore? Trust has to be fucking earned with iron-clad sincerity. If you say something -MEAN. IT.
39. Are there situations in which you think lying is okay and understandable?
I have a horrible time with lies. I can’t tell them well, & hate having them said to me. Let’s just go with truth.
40. Comfortable silences or non-stop conversation?
Silence can be very good. Silence is golden. Duct tape is silver. Both get the job done. and honestly? Too much (meaningless small talk) conversation makes me want to shove red hot knitting needles in my ears.
41. Do you believe in fate or do you think we’re in complete control over our circumstances?
Little of both, actually.
42. Love or money?
LOVE. ALWAYS. Money just pays the bills. Love makes it worth living.
43. Impulsive or methodical?
Again, why pigeonhole me? I can definitely be both. Hello…Gemini!
44. Are you pro-technology/constantly connected or do you think digital detoxes are super necessary?
45. Do you think it’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all?
It’s better to have loved and kept, but that doesn’t seem to work for me. They always leave.
46. Do you question things even if it will bother someone or do you try to not rock the boat?
I hate confrontation, but sometimes you have to get out of the damn boat & go looking for the shore.
47. TV shows or Movies?
A little of both, depending on whether I feel like turning on the TV at all.
48. Books or Magazines?
49. Which is more preferable — being nice or being fair?
Being fairly nice and nicely fair. But no one gets to win ALL the time.
50. Describe what would bring you the ultimate happiness in life
Finding him – the one I can Love for the rest of my life, who will love me back. But I’m not holding my breath for that, anymore. Like I said before, they leave. Right now, I’m concentrating on finding moderate to medium happiness, & on the really tough days…a chocolate covered potato chip.