Old Blog Posts – About Me

This is a myspace blog post from October 1, 2006.  I had been married 6 months, and my husband did (and still does) emotionally support my blogging habit.  These things are all still true.  Nice to know I have a certain consistency of character.

My cousin Melissa tagged me about this some time ago, so I’m going to do it.  You have to list 6 things that nobody (or hardly anybody) knows about you, and then tag six other people to do the same.  Some of you that I plan to tag have done this exercise before, so you have to come up with six more things.  I don’t really care if they’re true or not, as long as they are amusing, as I’m not as funny as the rest of you people.

1.  I’m terrified of disease and am constantly worried that I’m going to catch one.  When I watch medical TV shows I have a fleeting second where I’m scared that will happen to me.

2.  My whole life, and I mean every second, has a soundtrack.  It’s somewhere in my psyche at all times.  Usually, you can ask me what’s playing, and I’ll tell you.  Often, the answer will be the same.

3.  I believe in ghosts.  I believe in life on other planets, but I doubt their inhabitants have any interest in us.  I believe in fate, and I believe in coincidence.  I believe in first impressions, second chances, and the third degree when it will get me the answers I want.

4.  I have an odd relationship with words.

5.  Sometimes I’m afraid it’s too late to become who I was supposed to be.

6.  Most of the time, I feel pretty misunderstood.  I try not to show it,  because, nobody likes a…person who feels like they are misunderstood.

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Monkey Poop – Or Why This Blog is Sometimes About Monkeys

I had a really weird dream about two months ago, or whenever I started this post the first time – February 22…so I had the dream the night of February 21st.  Wow.  Time flies.  I remember thinking, “I can’t go and have a dream about monkey poop and NOT blog about it.  That would be crazy.  The name of my blog is ‘not always about monkeys,’ which implies that it SOMETIMES is about monkeys, and this should be one of those times.”

My dear friend Steven is a wonderful artist, and I couldn’t help but think that blogging this would be much easier if he would just draw the pictures for me, but he works eleventy ten jobs and so do I, so I’ll make do with what I can find on flickr.  So here it is, my Monkey Poop dream.

There is a party in my back yard.  There is a nice patio out there (not like now, where there is mud out there and not a patio) and lots of people are there.  We’re all there to talk about some important stuff about politics, but I don’t know anything about politics, so I feel  uncomfortable and when it is my turn to talk I turn all red and excuse myself, because my monkey is missing.

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