Another Meme? Seriously?

I mean, what is wrong with me? I do it because it’s easy. There. I said it.

So following Aunt Becky’s lead, because I am unoriginal, again, here we go.

Were there too many comma’s in that sentence?

1) What does Meme mean?

I am not even sure how you pronounce it. But it’s a list of questions and answers that nobody really needs to know, but we can’t seem to stop doing. Myself included.

2) 2011 – Was it all you’d hoped it would be?

Um, I guess I’m not that into that kind of thinking. It was OK, I guess.

3) Did you watch the Royal Wedding?

No, not a bit of it.

4) Where are your pants?

I don’t like pants. Ask my husband.

5) Is Justin Bieber human or some sort of robot?

Going with robot. One who may soon self-destruct.

6) If you had only one thing to wish for this coming year, what would it be?

More free time that is not wasted on teh Facebook. Originally I typed Fecebook. That would be gross.

7) Would you call yourself a “social media maven?”

No. No, I don’t think I would.

8 ) If you had to take three things to a desert island (let’s assume you have ample food and water), what would they be?

My one friend who can hunt, kill, and cook anything. Also he can make fires.

A whole library of books.

Solar powered satelite radio.

9) If you had the ability to banish certain offenses to an island where they would be rehabilitated into being okay again, what would those offenses be?

Those with evil ex-wife syndrome.

Those who use apostrophes when they shouldn’t.

People who hurt children and animals. They are all evil, and should actually be sent to a frozen island, maybe more like an iceberg.

Snow. Send it to the iceberg.

10) How do YOU think the air conditioner works?

You flip the little switch on the box on the wall and it makes noise and cools off your house. With fairy dust.

11) Do you ACTUALLY think you can make money blogging?

Me? No. Others, sure.

12) There’s a lot of talk in the blog world about microblogging (The Tumblr, The Twitter, The Facebook) taking over traditional blogs. Do you think that’s the case?

Oh geez. Nothing is going to take over everything. I dislike the whole it all has to be one way or the other type of thinking. I am not into black and white thinking.

13) If you could give one piece of advice to your younger self, what would it be?

Chill out. Just let things happen, man. It is not the end of the world. Unless it’s the end of the world. Then, PARTY LIKE IT’S 1999.

14) If you could’ve told yourself this time last year one thing, what would it be?

The snow always goes away and the sun will come back. Don’t cut yourself over it. (Note, I wasn’t really a cutter, but DAMN do I get bummed out during these northeast Ohio winters.)

15) If you could have one Super Power, what would it be?

I would have a really hard time choosing between flying and invisibility.

16) If you could do one thing you can’t currently do, and do it well, what would it be?

Sing. I’m terrible, and I love it. Singing, not being terrible.

17) What surprises you about yourself?

Seriously, sometimes I am just amazed at the fact that I own a house and a car and a motorcycle and a dog and a husband. Well, I guess I don’t own the husband, slavery is illegal, as well it should be, but you get it.

18) What was your favorite blog post/tweet of the past year?

I don’t know. I don’t really know.

19) Do you REALLY think “Purple Should Be A Flavor?”

Definitely Aunt Becky’s question, but yes, I do agree.

20) If you could make one outlandish wish for 2012, what would it be?

To move where there is never any snow. And where there is an ocean.

Because Aunt Becky Said So.

I’ve done these memes before. I think I might even have one or two on this blog, but I don’t feel like going back and looking right now. Feel free to find it for me, if you like.

But, I’m going to do another one because, truth be told, I kind of like them, and if it’s good enough for Aunt Becky, it’s good enough for me.

1. What did you do in 2011 that you’d never done before?

Bought a new truck. Well, Mister did. But still, it’s the first time I got to BUY a brand new vehicle, instead of LEASING a brand new vehicle, which is very different, because, you get to keep it when you’re done paying for it.

2. Did you keep your New Year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

I don’t think I made any last year. I made the following for this year:

1. No skydiving
2. No bungee jumping
3. No running with the bulls
4. No freebasing

I feel confident I can keep those.

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?

My sister-in-law.

4. Did anyone close to you die?

No. People I knew died, but nobody close.

5. What would you like to have in 2012 that you lacked in 2011?

More ambition.

6. What countries did you visit?

Mexico. I heart Mexico. Not the whole drug cartel part of Mexico, but the sandy beaches with ocean breezes and unlimited fruity drinks.

7. What date from 2011 will remain etched upon your memory, and why:

Yeah, I don’t really remember many exact dates. Only when it’s traumatic. So, I guess, nothing from 2011. 2007, on the other hand…

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?

Um. The new truck? That’s pretty lame.

9. What was your biggest failure?

Why? What do you know?

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?

I had a cold last week. Oh, and I hurt something in my foot the first day in Mexico (you cry for me, I know). It still hurts sometimes, and that was in March.

11. What was the best thing you bought?

I guess I should say the truck. But I really like my shoes.

12. Whose behavior merited celebration?

Those guys who killed Osama bin Laden. And their dog.

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?

Congress.

14. Where did most of your money go?

My mortgage. And that damn truck. Taxes. Don’t forget the taxes.

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?

Again, with the Mexico. And summertime. I like summertime.

16. What song will always remind you of 2011?

Huh. I’m not sure.

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:

i. happier or sadder? Happier.

ii. thinner or fatter? Fatter.

iii. richer or poorer? I guess about the same.

18. What do you wish you’d done more of?

Riding. My motorcycle.

Also, sitting on my deck in the sun watching the birds and reading books. Since I can’t live in Mexico.

19. What do you wish you’d done less of?

Sleeping in. I say that, but I keep doing it. My lack of biological children allows me such luxuries.

20. How will you be spending Christmas?

Same way I do every year. With crazy family.

21. There was no #21. We don’t know why there was no 21.

22. Did you fall in love in 2011?

I changed my crush from Bill to Eric on True Blood. Though Alcide is pretty hot. I’m still Team Edward. Toby Keith is still hot in the big dumb hillbilly kind of way.

Did you mean with real people in my real life? No.

23. How many one-night stands?

I’m married. There is no such thing.

24. What was your favorite TV program?

CSI. The Vegas one. Still.

25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?

No.

26. What was the best book you read?

Wow. I read a lot of books. I can’t even remember the names of many of them. I did like the first two Eragon books, even though they’re for kids. Because aren’t we all just big kids even when we’re supposed to be all grown up?

Sick Girl was pretty good. Keeping Faith. Luncheonette. I Totally Meant To Do That. Sweet Potato Queens Book of Love. Nothing Happens Until it Happens to You.

Seriously, I read a lot more. Those just come to mind.

27. What was your greatest musical discovery?

Old Crow Medicine Show.

Lady Gaga (Don’t judge.)

I tend to find music way after the artists first come out.

28. What did you want and get?

To go on vacation.

30. What was your favorite film of this year?

I don’t watch a lot of movies. Super 8 was pretty intense.

31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?

I don’t think I did anything special. I guess not since I don’t really remember. Maybe I went out to eat. Thirty-five. I’m now on the downhill slide to forty and it makes me really sad when I think about it. So thanks for that.

32. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?

More money?

33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2011?

If it is comfortable, wear it. Maybe I am in love with my yoga pants.

34. What kept you sane?

Paroxetine.

35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?

Lady Gaga.

36. What political issue stirred you the most?

Senate Bill 5.

37. Who did you miss?

I don’t know. I miss a lot of people. My old friends I don’t see much anymore, because I suck at keeping in touch because I think nobody really wants to hear from me.

38. Who was the best new person you met?

The girl who works at the new restaurant where we go for cheap tacos on Tuesdays.

39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2011:

To just let things happen, because worrying about them won’t change the outcome. I still struggle with that. It’s so hard to not worry.

40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:

Everyday I’m shuffling.

Who drinks coffee at 1:30 AM? This girl!

Below is a list I made for mi madre for Christmas. She does this thing where she creates care packages, in addition to our regular gifts. It’s actually kind of awesome.

She sends me a generic list of ideas for household gifts, and I specify what I prefer. So, for your boredom, here is my list.

Also, if you are a mother of a child who does not live at home, you should try this. The childrens will most likely appreciate it. I know I do. My mother’s suggestions are in italics.

Deodorants – Old Spice (Fiji if they have it), Dove – anything but powder scent

Cleaners – floor, tubs, etc. – Works brand. Spray, toilet stuff, whatever. Also, anything that cleans my kitchen sink. Comet? Pine Sol or equivalent for floors. Car Wash, whatever’s cheap. Mister washes his truck every Sunday. It’s his church.

Dish Soap – Palmolive Pure & Clear

Dishwasher Soap – Palmolive eco

Laundry Detergent – Purex Naturals

Softener – Dryer sheets. Any scent but unscented.

Paper Towels – Bounty (Boulder at Aldi. Do you ever shop at Aldi? Because you can get good stuff there! Their meat is really good! But they don’t have 1% milk in gallon jugs. Only drawback for us.)

Wipes – Any brand, so long as they kill germs. I use a lot of those. I hope they bio-degrade. Otherwise, the polar bears hate me. Which sucks, because I’ve seen how big their claws are.

Toilet Paper – Cottenelle

Batteries – AA and AAA

Shampoo/Conditioner – Garnier for colored hair

Hand Soap – foaming and regular refills, any scent

Snacks – Hull-less popcorn, Shear’s Kettle Cooked regular chips, Rice Krispy snacks, Red Vines (I can only find these at Wal-Mart. If you find them elsewhere, do notify me). I’ve banned myself from snacks, so those are really for Mister. Unless you want to toss in a bag of BBQ Pork Rinds in Papaw’s memory. Or Reese’s cups. Because who can resist Reese’s? Papaw would be happy.

** editors note: Papaw is my deceased grandfather. He was awesome.**

Beverages – Diet Mt. Dew and Diet 7 Up, Folger’s Black Silk Coffee, Dunkin Donuts Original Coffee, Diet Peach Snapple, Torani Sugar Free Caramel Syrup (for my coffee)

Kitchen Staples – What? Am I supposed to cook? OK. Olive oil. Canned mushrooms. Cream of mushroom soup. Canned turkey chili. Baked beans. Are these staples? I don’t even know what that means!

Toothpaste – Crest 3D White Vivid

Candles, Air Fresheners, Etc. – Walmart ones, again, nothing flowery (unless it’s lilac. I love that scent because of that lilac bush that was outside my window when I was a kid). Also, those Glade candles are pretty great. Febreeze is supposed to have a bunch of new spray scents. I’d like those, I think.

Spices, Seasonings, Sauces – Zesty Free Italian Dressing, Onion Soup Mix

Band-aids, etc. – Yes to Bandaids, Men’s and Women’s general vitamins. Vitamin D. Aspirin (the regular 325, or the baby 81 mg. One’s for Mister, one’s for me.)

Anything else – Men’s shaving gel, Kleenex, Swiffer duster refills, Dirt Devil bags, Chocolate slim fast (I buy the generic! Clearly, it should be called slim slow.) Q-tips, Soft toothbrushes, Sponges, Cedar wood thingies to put in the closet. (I can’t think of what they’re really called. But I don’t have a cedar chest and I like the smell, and I know you can buy these things that go on your hangers). A million dollars. How about you just don’t leave everything to someone who’s not your kid, like Mr. Enis might do? Harsh? Oops. Did I tell you I’m getting a will written so the girls don’t get screwed? His potential actions have inspired me.

I should really write a book about these family things.

Did I digress?

This stuff really happens.

A coupla months ago, Mister’s youngest daughter, Cranky, decided she needed a new car. She borrowed some money off of her grandparents (maternal side), and Mister threw in a couple dollars as well.

Craigslist searching and calls and emails began. Mister took her to look at a couple cars, none that she liked. She only had like $1,800. I’m not sure what kind of car she expected at that price. Finally she found a white Cavalier that she decided was suitable. Plans were made to check it out. Cranky and her beau, Merv, met Mister at the apartments where this car was located. After driving it and looking under the hood, they decided it was acceptable.

It turned into a while thing.

The guy wanted 1900 for it. Mister offered 1500. The guy selling it was not the actual owner, the owner was elsewhere (sketchy?) and the guy couldn’t get a hold of the owner. So Mister, Cranky and Merv left, and car guy said he’d call them if the owner called. Car guy called Mister about 15 minutes later and said he got a hold of the owner who said he’d take 1600. Mister agreed, and car guy drove the car to a parking lot somewhere to where Mister and company already were. Mister pulled a front plate off Cranky’s truck (illegal! Yay!), and put it on the car. Off they went with the new-to-her Cavalier, Mister leading, with Cranky behind him and Merv behind her in her truck heading to Merv’s house.

The guy told Mister he’d put 20 bucks of gas in it the other day, but the gas gauge didn’t always work right so he said don’t trust it. So Mister told Cranky they should stop at a station near home to fill up.

So, they get to Merv’s house (Christmas lights are still up!) and Mister leaves. Merv decides to take it for a ride around the block. He gets to the corner and the car dies, won’t start. He pops the hood, no antifreeze. They walk back to the house and get antifreeze and put it in the car. The car still will not start. Panic ensues. Merv and his dad are certain the head is blown. Cranky is frantic. I call my brother Jed, and Jed tells me what to check and I relay this information to Mister and he tries to relay this information to Cranky who is now shrieking and freaking and calling the seller very bad names.

Finally, after explaining to Jed the symptoms and that there is no oil under the car, no antifreeze in the oil, or any other tell-tale signs of motor death, he says “Gosh, it just sounds like it’s out of gas”.

“Oh, no,’ I say. “They stopped for gas.”

Mister hears me and says, “No we didn’t.”

“What? You said you were!”

“Cranky didn’t want to.”

“OMG, Jed. The damn car is out of gas. I know it.”

Mister relays THIS to Cranky and she and the Merv are certain that is not the problem, the ENGINE IS BLOWN AND THE SELLER IS A JERK AND EVERYONE WILL DIE.

Mister asks if they have a gas can with gas to put in it, to rule it out.

Nope. No gas can

Who doesn’t have a gas can? Other than apartment dwellers, I suppose. But this house is in the country. Seriously? How to you mow your lawn? With goats? (That actually looked like a possibility.)

Mister tells Cranky he is bringing over our gas can.

Cranky is certain this will not fix it. Destruction to all.

We head to Merv’s with the gas can (filled with gas! for our mower!) and a flashlight. It’s getting dark by now! Mosquitoes! Wee!

Mister puts gas in the car.

Cranky and Merv are still very certain this will not work.

Mister takes the keys.

Mister starts the car.

The damn thing was out of gas.

Stern statements are made to Cranky that, one day, very soon, like yesterday, she may want to try listening to her dad, because very often, he is right.

I refrained from suggesting to Mister that perhaps he should not let Cranky call the shots.

Brief Notes:

1. My boss might think I’m an alcoholic. I use Torani syrup in my coffee at work. Torani syrup comes in a large glass bottle, not unlike a wine or whiskey bottle. I assured her it is not intoxicating. I’m not certain she believed me.

2. There is a fake cockroach floating around the office. Most recently it has been hanging out on the coffee maker. It is providing much entertainment. One coworker shrieks each and every time she sees it.

3. I dislike cold weather, that is no secret. One reason I dislike it is because it forces me to stay inside for lunch, in the lunchroom. This puts me in the precarious position of having to verbally communicate with my coworkers. I stayed in today for the first time this season. I did not enjoy my lunch.

4. I didn’t put out any Halloween decorations this year. I considered it a few times. I just never felt like crawling under the steps and digging out my box of bats and jack-o-lanterns. Now, I feel like it is too close to Halloween to decorate. Once I got them out, I’d have to turn around and put them away.

5. I also don’t feel like handing out candy this year. I know, right? Many of our trick-or-treaters are just teenage delinquents who don’t even bother to don a costume and then glare at you while waiting for their Kit-Kat. But I am afraid of vengeance. Perhaps I’ll buy a few bags, dump them in a bowl and set them out with a “Please take one” sign. Our neighbors did that one year when they weren’t going to be home. I could add to the fun and set up a web cam to catch any dishonest trick-or-treaters.

6. I have to do “mom” stuff this weekend. Ick. Mom stuff isn’t always so fun when you’re just the step-mom.

Awkward

My evening is looking as if it is going to be uncomfortable.

We are selling our old truck. Originally, we were going to give it to Mister’s oldest daughter, Yahtzee, because she is poor and out on her own and scrapped her last car after she wrecked it and we feel sorry for her because we are enablers. However, the truck is not in tip-top running condition, which, duh! because it was made in 1999, but the main problem is that it will only run for about 30 to 40 minutes and then it promptly stalls. No power, no juice, no nothing. Then, once it has cooled down, it will start and run again, until it gets hot again. Repeat. Yahtzee lives farther away then that, so it would take like 4 hours to get it to her instead of the normal 1 1/2 hours, and then she could only drive it locally and would not be able to come home to visit TEW (Mister’s ex, in case you just got here).

We tried to fix it, really, but we don’t want to put any more money into chasing a problem that nobody seems to be able to narrow down, so yeah, for sale.

Our neighbor originally expressed interest, but did not seem to be interested anymore after he heard the price and he never made a counter-offer.

Somehow, TEW’s husband caught wind of the truck’s for sale status. TEW sent me a text the other day, inquiring as to the price. I replied with said information and she continued to text me with questions: is it 4×4 (no), is the body in good condition (for its age), is it good in the snow (if you know how to drive in the snow), and so on. She then proceeded to tell me that her husband was going to stop and look at it after work.

I am going to call her husband Felon. Because, he is. A felon.

So Felon stops by the house when Mister and I are still at work, and apparently looks at the truck and likes what he sees, and leaves a sloppily written note for Mister to please call him, he is interested.

Well, Mister called TEW, I guess he draws the line at calling Felon directly, and he speaks to her and then she asks if Mister would talk to Felon, he has some questions, would that be OK?

Whatever. Sure.

So Mister talks to Felon and he asks all the normal questions. He asked if the price quoted was the bottom line, would we take less. Mister gave him a lower price, but not as low as Felon wanted to go. Felon agreed. Felon expressed shock that when he had tried the doors to look inside the truck they were locked! Why, yes. They were. To keep FELONs and future FELONs out.

Now here is where the story gets weird. OK, well it’s weird, anyway, in my opinion, that my husband’s ex-wife’s husband would want to buy what is in actuality my truck. Because I bought this truck brand-spankin’-new back before I screwed up my youth and married my first husband. I digress.

It’s weird because Yahtzee still needs a car. And we heard through the grapevine (Facebook) that she is sending her step-father money, I suppose so he can pay for a car if he finds one for her. I think the money he is using to buy my truck is the money Yahtzee sent him. And we told Yahtzee that we’d toss her a couple hundred bucks to add to whatever she’s saved to buy herself a car. Which is like, twelve cents. So I think Yahtzee will be getting some of her original money back.

I should have had her write down serial numbers from her bills, just to satisfy my own curiosity.

Regardless, I am uncomfortable selling the truck to Felon, not just because I don’t like him, but just… well… OK, I guess because I don’t like him. And I don’t trust him. And even though it has been made clear that this is an ‘as is’ sale, and we have disclosed the stalling problem, I just have a feeling he’s not going to be satisfied with his purchase and he’ll notify us as such.

And since he has once in the past threatened Mister, this makes me uncomfortable. Not that I’m actually scared he would take down Mister or anything, it’s just that it is the kind of white trash situation I’d just as soon avoid.

I just want him to get here, give us our cash, and get on his merry way.

It is amusing to me that he keeps getting things the Mister is done with. Ha.

Ten Whole Years

I was at work when the first plane hit the World Trade Center. I was at a coworker’s desk, she was training me on a new aspect of my job. Her phone rang, it was her husband. He told her a plane had flown into the World Trade Center. He saw it on the news.

After she hung up and we asked each other what that was all about, I went back to my desk to call my mom.

“Mom? Are you watching the news? What’s going on?”

“I am. A plane just hit the World Trade Center. Dad says it’s terrorist.”

A few moments later, my mom shrieked.

“Oh my God! Another one! Another one just hit the other tower!”

“What? Mom? What?”

“Another plane! Another plane just hit the World Trade Center!”

I got off the phone with my mom, and I paged our office, and said, “Guys? I think we’re under attack.”

By this time, word had traveled through the office because of my coworker’s husband’s phone call. The girl sitting next to me was frantically trying to load CNN’s website, but it was overloaded. My boss had a little portable television that he plugged in, and faced away from the rest of the office so he could learn what was happening, but we couldn’t.

We tried other sites, picking up bits and pieces of information. Some called family members for more updates, myself included.

Eventually we learned that the Pentagon had been hit, the Towers collapsed, and another plane went down in PA.

I went to lunch with two girls in my office that day. They both were angry that management had not sent us home. I remember thinking, why? Why go home? There’s nothing we can do. I figured they wanted to go home and pray and be with their families. They were religious and that made sense, I guess.

We sat in my truck, the three of us, and we all leaned forward at the same time and looked out the windshield.

“It’s so blue.”

“I can’t believe it.”

“Why aren’t there any planes?”

Of course, by that time, they had grounded all flights. We didn’t know. We finished our hour lunch and went back in.

Business as usual.

I got home that day and immediately turned on the television. I was glued for most of the evening. I think it was CNN, I can’t remember. I can remember seeing a man falling out of the tower. Over and over and over. They just ketp replaying it. I was horrified.

Eventually, I had had enough news, and I got in my truck and went into town. I went to the craft store. I bought red, white and blue ribbons. I made little ribbons for everyone at my work to pin to their shirts. I bought a big red white and blue bow, and fastened it to the grill of my truck.

I didn’t collect any money for the ribbons, nothing for donations. I guess that was stupid. I could have done that. I just made my stupid little ribbons in red, white and blue and pinned one to my shirt and felt sad. And weird. Sad and weird and sad.

I watched a lot of news after that. I watched up until we finally bombed. I think that was in November. I remember feeling so good that we were finally doing something, but wondered why it took so long.

And now. It has been ten years. TEN WHOLE YEARS. And we are still over there and so many more of our people have died and it still isn’t over.

We are still over there, and people are still dead, and we are still rebuilding.

But, I guess, at least we are rebuilding.