Sunday Scribbles - Postponed Till Monday.

I know that it's Sunday and I know I'm supposed to be posting some more scribbling.  That's not going to happen tonight.  I have more scribblings, but they're hand written and I just don't have the energy to type it up at the moment.  If this headache manages to go away I will do my best, but there's only an hour left in Sunday as it is.  At least for me.  So the scribblings will be up tomorrow.

That being said, I'm going to get some rest.  Night!

Blogging, Emotions, Writing.

I realize I didn't post yesterday.  I still have eight minutes left of today.  Not much to talk about so here we go.

Word of The Day

Apposite

It's Friday night!  At least for another six minutes!  I don't really have much to say, but I know now that if I don't post regularly I will lose my mojo.  Instead of being a day late it'll be two days late.  Then I'll be posting once every three days.  Then it'll be once a week!  I will lose my schedule.  I will forget my blog.  How can I do that? 

In all honesty when I was younger I blogged probably more than I did anything else.  I have a creative group of friends.  Some are writers.  Some are artists.  Some are just quirky and unique in their own right.  We all got live journal accounts and chaos ensued!  

I had and actually still have another blogger account under another email that was basically nothing but my personal feelings.  It was everything and anything that was going on in my life whether it be good, bad or indifferent.  It was all out there.

It was out there how I was stressing because my husband had cancer.  I was stressing because my sister was having a double lung transplant and then five years later died from Cystic Fibrosis.  If you want to be technical she was my husbands sister, but we've known each other since we were fifteen.  We were both born in the same year, even if it was at different ends.  I was born at the beginning of the year she at the end.  We both had the same middle names.  The same hair color and eye color.  We were in fact sisters.

I realize how open I used to be whether it was simply to my friends or I let everything out in a blog post.  I've noticed how not open I am anymore.  How I tend to bottle things up and think I need to be the strong one.  My secret for the Crusader's Challenge was how I am the secret rock, and I am.

The question is....how much has that affected me.  More so, at least for me.  How has it affected my writing?

Truths Explained And The Lie Revealed.

Word Of The Day

Edacious

When I came out of my just-waking-up-sleepy-time fog this morning I realized I have over a hundred followers!  I'm gushing over here!  Thank you guys so much (and especially Rach since without her Crusade I doubt I'd have a fraction of that!)  I've been going through and trying to comment on your blogs.  So many interesting posts, so little time!  

I also woke up this morning with my right arm extremely sore.  I'm not sure what happened really.  The only thing I can figure is that I somehow slept on it oddly.  It's making sitting at my desk with my arms on the surface a bit painful.  I hate taking medicine so I've avoided taking any IBuprofens, but it's really becoming bothersome now.  I may have too at some point or I'm not going to get much of anything done.

The Revealing Of The Lie

Mostly all of what I said was true.  I have always bitten my nails since I was a little girl.  Whether I picked it up by aping my mother or it came to me on my own, I don't know, but it's always been there.  My husband has been trying to get my feminine side to come out (as I am the t-shirt and jeans wearing woman) a bit more so I started doing my nails myself.  I now substitute chipping off nail polish instead of biting my nails all the way down to the beds.  So far so good.

The secret was always true.  I very much try to carry the weight of the stress so my loved ones don't have too.  It's just the way I am.  I take after my dad in the aspect.  We're both very calm in chaotic situations, doing what needs to be down and then breaking down about it later if need be.  

An honest person indeed I am.  I've never been one to keep the truth from someone for fear of hurting their feelings.  When a female friend asks if a dress makes her look fat, I'll answer honestly.  If it makes her look fat I'm going to say so.  What's the point of lying?  Then when you go out and she finds out from someone else that the dress hugs her in ways that are no where near flattering she's going to be pissed at me.  If you can't hear the truth from your friends...well who are you going to hear it from?  My husband and I are in agreement that this is my best character trait.

Peeing before sex.  Yes, it's true.  It's an odd quirk.  Apparently it doesn't matter where we are, what time of day it is, or if I'm so dehydrated that my lips are cracked and my tongue feels like sandpaper.  I will pee before sex!  So yes, it is true!

I LOVE musicals! As a child and still as an adult I have an edacious addiction to them. I was raised on them and when there's nothing on TV, I tend to pop in Seven Brides for Seven Brothers or Grease. This is where the lie comes in though.  I honestly thought that though it was subtle, it would be easily picked up on.  In my experience, it is that us of the fairer sex, tend to enjoy musicals a lot more than men.  I secretly think they like it, but don't say so because they're worried it'll ruin their manly image. 

Have you figured out the lie yet? 

My father was not the one who played them over and over for me.  It was my mother.  When Mamma Mia came out on DVD she played it over and over again.  I can't count how many times I have looked like a fool dancing with her to 'Dancing Queen.'  

There you have it.  Truths sorted from lies and a bit of embarrassing information about me as a bonus.

First Crusader Challenge! Here We Go!

The Challenge 

In 300 words or less, tell us:

· one secret

· one lie

· one interesting quirk

· one annoying habit

· one of your best character traits, and

· one of your favourite things in the whole world.

The post can be in any format, including poetry (for those poets among us), but must include the random words, “bloviate,” “fuliguline,” “rabbit,” and “blade” 

All right, that being said.  I'm not sure I've followed everyone.  I honestly think I had a few problems with some Wordpress people.  So I'm probably not eligible for the prize.

Here we go!

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Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens.  Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens.  Brown paper packages tied up with strings.  These are a few of my favorite things!

Ahhh classic musicals.  Who doesn’t love them?  My husband for one.   I however love them.  The Sound of Music, White Christmas, The Wizard of Oz.  These are movies my father played over and over for me as a child.  I knew how to use a VCR by the age of two and constantly rewound the songs and dances.  I think there were times my brother considering breaking the VCR just to make it stop.

An honest person I am.  Then again maybe blunt is a better term.  My friends know I have no problem calling them out when they’re acting like a donkey’s butt.  It’s probably why I have so few true friends.  Not everyone wants to hear the truth.

My husband was cleaning his nails with his pocket knife blade when I asked him what quirks I had.  He was quick to answer.  “You pee before sex every time without fail.”  I didn’t know that was a quirk, but there you have it.  I am the woman who pees before sex without fail.

 

Random Word of this post: Fuliguline

 

To know me is to love me, good or bad.  I often pile the bad on my shoulders so the ones I love don’t have to.  I am the secret rock that no one knows about.

I nibble on my nails like a rabbit nibbles on carrots.   My husband bloviates on the subject all the time wishing I’d stop.  It’s a habit I’ve had since I was a little girl.  I’ve taken to chipping away nail polish as a substitute.

Something in the above 283 words is not true.  Can you guess what it is?  The answer shall be in a post tomorrow!  Mwahahahahah!