Fun meme to welcome me back
Meme stolen from the lovely
otterdance.
Write exactly what's on your mind and don't change anything. Feel free to play along!
I'm tired of:
Worrying about packing (not packing--haven't done enough to be tired of that!).
I am listening to:
Little Einstiens, and my daughter laughing at them.
Maybe I should:
pack some boxes today.
I wish:
I could move all my friends to Vermont with me.
Chocolate is:
life.
I have lost my respect for:
Hillary Clinton (well, some of it).
I last ate:
Cheerios.
The meaning of my display name is:
Aeditimi = "keeper of the temple" in Latin; Scriba = "scribe, clerk" as in old English "clark." So, keeper-of-the-temple Clark, or Pastor Clark.
So the meaning of my display name is, I'm a colossal nerd.
Right now I'm craving:
a hug and a backrub.
Someday:
I'll realize my secret ambition.
Love is:
the closest we come to Divinity.
MySpace is:
the closest we can come to the Profane. Really, it's an evil, evil, spamming waste of webspace and unregulated danger. But tell me how you really feel.
Today:
is my day off!!!!!!!!!!
Tomorrow:
is not, so I'll have to do some work, and pack some boxes.
I get annoyed:
with wastefulness, which is a problem, since i have a toddler.
Parties:
are great, but most of the ones on my docket are of the goodbye variety, so not so much fun.
QUESTIONS:
Is your cell phone right by you?
I'm not fully dressed, so it's not attached to my hip yet; it's by my elbow.
Are you wearing chapstick?
No. That's random, and my lips are just fine.
Are you tired?
Yes.
Are you wearing pajamas?
Yes.
Are you mad?
No. Well, wait, do you mean in an angry way or in a crazy way? I am a bit batty.
Are you upset?
Only a little. My head hurts.
FOUR LASTS:
Last beverage?
Coffee.
Last phone call?
From my neighbor.
Last time you cried?
Yesterday, thinking about leaving and about the boundaries change, for a change.
FIVE HAVE YOU EVER...
Dated someone twice?
As in, gone on a second date? Yes. As in broken up and then gone out again? No. But then again, I've mostly only dated this one guy.
Been cheated on?
Absolutely not.
Lost someone close?
My grandmother.
3 Favorite Colors:
eggplant purple, turquoise, and earthy yellow
THIS MONTH HAVE YOU...
Made a new friend?
Yes. I think it still counts as the past month.
Fallen out of love?
No.
Laughed until you almost cried?
Yesterday, in fact.
Is there something you want to tell someone right now?
If there was, I'd say it. I'm like that (for better or worse).
And story:
My literal three-year-old likes to put her fingers in her mouth to play with her drink, which makes a mess (and usually causes some choking). So at dinner the other night, she had her fingers in her mouth, and Husband said, "LittleOne, take your fingers out of your mouth."
She did. And put her thumbs in.
Papa: LittleOne, take your fingers out of your mouth.
LittleOne: Papa, I not have fingers in mouf. I have fums in mouf.
Whereupon, my temporarily-speechless Husband stood up and left the table, calling over his shoulder, "when she starts in with the semantics, she's you're daughter."
And see, I thought she was three and a half.
Me, knowing better than to debate with a three year old whether or not 'fums' are also fingers: LittleOne, keep your fingers--and thumbs-- (seeing her next move) and wrists, and any part of your body out of your mouth.
otterdance.
Write exactly what's on your mind and don't change anything. Feel free to play along!
I'm tired of:
Worrying about packing (not packing--haven't done enough to be tired of that!).
I am listening to:
Little Einstiens, and my daughter laughing at them.
Maybe I should:
pack some boxes today.
I wish:
I could move all my friends to Vermont with me.
Chocolate is:
life.
I have lost my respect for:
Hillary Clinton (well, some of it).
I last ate:
Cheerios.
The meaning of my display name is:
Aeditimi = "keeper of the temple" in Latin; Scriba = "scribe, clerk" as in old English "clark." So, keeper-of-the-temple Clark, or Pastor Clark.
So the meaning of my display name is, I'm a colossal nerd.
Right now I'm craving:
a hug and a backrub.
Someday:
I'll realize my secret ambition.
Love is:
the closest we come to Divinity.
MySpace is:
the closest we can come to the Profane. Really, it's an evil, evil, spamming waste of webspace and unregulated danger. But tell me how you really feel.
Today:
is my day off!!!!!!!!!!
Tomorrow:
is not, so I'll have to do some work, and pack some boxes.
I get annoyed:
with wastefulness, which is a problem, since i have a toddler.
Parties:
are great, but most of the ones on my docket are of the goodbye variety, so not so much fun.
QUESTIONS:
Is your cell phone right by you?
I'm not fully dressed, so it's not attached to my hip yet; it's by my elbow.
Are you wearing chapstick?
No. That's random, and my lips are just fine.
Are you tired?
Yes.
Are you wearing pajamas?
Yes.
Are you mad?
No. Well, wait, do you mean in an angry way or in a crazy way? I am a bit batty.
Are you upset?
Only a little. My head hurts.
FOUR LASTS:
Last beverage?
Coffee.
Last phone call?
From my neighbor.
Last time you cried?
Yesterday, thinking about leaving and about the boundaries change, for a change.
FIVE HAVE YOU EVER...
Dated someone twice?
As in, gone on a second date? Yes. As in broken up and then gone out again? No. But then again, I've mostly only dated this one guy.
Been cheated on?
Absolutely not.
Lost someone close?
My grandmother.
3 Favorite Colors:
eggplant purple, turquoise, and earthy yellow
THIS MONTH HAVE YOU...
Made a new friend?
Yes. I think it still counts as the past month.
Fallen out of love?
No.
Laughed until you almost cried?
Yesterday, in fact.
Is there something you want to tell someone right now?
If there was, I'd say it. I'm like that (for better or worse).
And story:
My literal three-year-old likes to put her fingers in her mouth to play with her drink, which makes a mess (and usually causes some choking). So at dinner the other night, she had her fingers in her mouth, and Husband said, "LittleOne, take your fingers out of your mouth."
She did. And put her thumbs in.
Papa: LittleOne, take your fingers out of your mouth.
LittleOne: Papa, I not have fingers in mouf. I have fums in mouf.
Whereupon, my temporarily-speechless Husband stood up and left the table, calling over his shoulder, "when she starts in with the semantics, she's you're daughter."
And see, I thought she was three and a half.
Me, knowing better than to debate with a three year old whether or not 'fums' are also fingers: LittleOne, keep your fingers--and thumbs-- (seeing her next move) and wrists, and any part of your body out of your mouth.