All About Me (again...or still....or whatevah)

Okay, I got this from Steph, who doesn’t care if you prefer coke or pepsi, or have ridden a roller coaster, nor what your last texty message said! (Humpf - friendly guy, eh?) BUT...he wants the answers to these questions. In fact, he dares people to answer them.

"Fine," I retort, "game on!"

1. When's the last time you had sex?
::dances nekkid around the room::: Didn’t you read the post!?!?!?

2. Did you orgasm?
Yes. I called out a few choice words and names. I’m very glad the people I called on didn’t show up.

3. Why or why not? Because it would not be a good time to come face to face with your Maker.
Omigawd—I said “come” “face” and “maker” in the same sentence. I am so going to Hell….

4. If you could punch someone in the face and have no consequences, who would you punch? George W. Bush

5. What's the 'worst' drug you've ingested? Are you wanting to know taste, trip, or trow-up? Taste has to have been the mushrooms in college. Ewwww. Trip has to have been some pill cocktail they gave me in high school. Trow-up has to have been the whiskey/wine/margarita night in my front yard. Last year. No more drunk-jayne.

6. What was your first rock concert?
Jefferson Starship. I had a crush on a guy that was with my group. He drove a Barracuda.

7. How old were you when you first got stoned?
Fourteen. Didn’t like it much – I was always too paranoid: “Everyone knows I’m stoned. I need to hide.”

8. Who was the worst influence in your life? One of my “friends” in high school.

9. Why were they such a bad influence? She caused me to doubt myself.

10. What's the worst thing you've ever done to someone else? Ask them.

11. Remember that one time you got revenge?
What did you do? Shhh…..I slept with an ex-boyfriends best friend. And then told said “best friend” to tell the ex!

(okay, maybe this should be for #10 also).

12. If you were going to kill yourself, what method would you use? Pills. Lots of them.

13. What's your biggest superstition?Lady with the Flashlight Eyes. She’s real.

14. Which celeb of the same sex would you like to bang?
Melissa Etheridge. Cause she’s got a gravelly low voice…and plays guitar…and sings…..::shiver::

15. Do you have porn in the house or saved on your computer? Definitely not on computer. I find most porn boring. I want the story, not just the bang. And I want hot guys—not the scary-huge-in-a-not-sexy way that seem to populate the pornos…

16. What's your most innocent 'fetish?'
I like to play with a man’s hair: run my fingers through it, twirl it, maybe just a little pull….

17. Why do you still lie to people? Because they keep believing me.

18. If the Bible means a lot to you and you tend to live by it, why do you choose to disobey one or more commandments? Because free will gets in the way. I choose to do the best I can on a daily basis, and know that I am loved and forgiven.

19. Can you even name the ten commandments?

Watch/listen and weep! Cause I can name that tune in less than ten seconds:

God, idols, oaths, rest, respect, murder, stealing, adultery, lying, lust.
Amazing. Yes. I know.

20. Do you feel like a hypocrite sometimes? Yes. For example, when people come into my classroom and say, “Wow! That must’ve taken you hours to do," and it’s something I tossed together that morning…

21. If you could just feel up a friend without consequence, who would it be?
Not gonna tell ya, ‘cause then I might lose the opportunity to feel him up for real! I’ve decided that the two-by-four-to-the-head plan aint so bad.

But hey: how about this? Why don't YOU tell me WHOM I should feel up?

22. Would you rather be deaf or blind?
I would rather be blind. I know so many of you would disagree – but to not hear music or a lover’s whisper ever again would be too painful…

23. If you HAD to choose one of these, would you rather be gay/straight (the opposite of what you are now) or have your pinkie sheared off?
Cut the pinkie off! I like boys- gay OR straight!

24. If you could kill anyone in history, no consequence, who BESIDES Hitler would it be?
George W. Bush. Before he became president and got us 9 trillion bucks in debt.

25. Teacher/Student sex scandals = icky, or kind of a turn on? Icky. VERY icky. As a woman, mother and a teacher, I just have to say that I am disgusted by the apparent double-standard.

26. Have you ever had an orgasm thanks to a sex toy?
Hel-LO!?!?!? Did you not read this post!?!?!?

27. Do you masturbate?? I’m too lazy – that’s what #26 is for.

28. How many times a week do you masturbate, on average? An average masturbation is not worth it. Go for stupendous, I always say.

29. Do you ever fantasize about someone other than who you're with?
Being as I’m not “with” someone, what do you think!?!?!? Oh…and did you somehow miss this post? Or this one?

30. If heaven exists, what do you hope to hear God say when you enter the Pearly Gates?
"You again, APj!?!?!? How many times are we going to have to send you back?"

For Erynn

I sang this song 22 years ago while I was pregnant with Erynn. When she came out screaming, (as babies do), I started singing this song, and she stopped crying. So, of course, this was her lullaby. I remember the first time she heard it on the radio -- and got mad at the way "that guy" was singing it! I think it still settles her heart -- so, Erynn, this is for you. Peace

Feeling colorful...

Yeah!!! A meme! I love these!
Are you a Spring? A Fall? Who the frick cares - I wanna know what crayon I am:

You Are Cameo Cameo?!? Like the jewelry? Or that bad 80's band? Come on, what color is cameo!?!?!?

You are understanding and very empathetic. Yes, I am very understanding, and can be empathetic. Unless I just think you're a whiner You don't tend to have acquaintances. Everyone is your friend. ...even the voices in my head. Actually, that should be "usually the voices in my head" --UNLESS THEY'RE BEING WHINEY!!! NO Whiners!! And all of your friends tend to be friends. You have a knack for bringing very different people together. (We prefer "unique." "Different sounds so....strange)

What Color Orange Are You?

Okay, okay, so maybe I'm really not an orange person. Let's try another color. How about

You Are Teal Green (Now this even sounds better....teal.....)

You are a one of a kind, original person. There's no one even close to being like you. (except maybe the voices in my head....) Expressive and creative, you have a knack for making the impossible possible. True! True! I believe impossible actually is "I'm possible!" While you are a bit offbeat, you don't scare people away with your quirks. My quirks are kept in the drawer, thank you. Your warm personality nicely counteracts and strange habits you may have. Strange habits!?!?!? Humpf....you say, "Strange," I say, "eccentric." Both require batteries...

What Color Green Are You?

Happy Birthday to Me!

"Hello!? Mr. Zodiac? It's me -- APj --back to find out more about me."

"APj!?!? It's been a year or so - how've you been?"

"More of the same -- but I'm changing. I'm trying to come out of my shel-"

"Well, you know, APj, the Scorpion is one intense little creature, with enough poison in its own tail to disable or kill a much larger opponent.

"Hey - wait a minute -- I was just joking when I said that bit about hitting 'em over the head and dragging them down-"

"::ahem:: -but the problem with this kind of built-in biological weaponry is that it must be mastered in order to be used most effectively. You Scorpios can use your "stinger" for self-defense, using your powerful emotional awareness to render your opponent harmless. But there is a sexual component of poisonous tail also, and until you learn to control those strong urges, you may find yourself in uncomfortable situations.

"sorry -- you lost me at sex. and strong urges. but ya know -- it wasn't as uncomfort-"

"APj! Focus! We'll get off the sex-"

"heh-heh - you said get off-"

"FOCUS! Scorpio is the only sign that has three animal totems. First, there is the well-known Scorpion with its active tail. Second, as the Scorpio learns to master its passion and hold its instincts at bay, it changes into the Eagle. The Eagle has more perspective, for it flies high above the surface of circumstances, swooping down with its power only to kill prey for food. In its third form, the Scorpion becomes the always-peaceful dove.

"Cool! So I really can fly! I like that I'm changing-"

"The real meaning of Scorpio is thus shown. Scorpio is about metamorphosis."

"Wait - you'd better mean change, and not a stupid cockroach. I hated that book!"

"No, you are definitely not a cockroach. Your motto might be "What is hidden is more interesting than what is obvious." You are the detectives of the zodiac. Your magnetic personality draws others to you."

"Yeah - but how come I seem to draw the ones I'm not interested in? Why do the ones I'm interested in remain....so.....secretive?"

"Perhaps because you can also be secretive yourself, for you learn early on that when you express everything, others may be scared by the power of your feelings. You desperately want to have someone to merge with your feelings, but can become cold and withdrawn when hurt in love. You have the magic to light up the dark, but sometimes you would benefit by looking at the positive side of things rather than going into the darkness at all."

"Mr. Zodiac, that is so true. I see this in me! When I feel vulnerable, I withdraw before I can be hurt. What else can you tell me?"

"APj, the New Moon in your sign this weekend turns up the heat in relationships."

"Mr. Zodiac, I don't have a relationship -- remember?"

"APj, whether you like it or not, your passion level is rising and you're not about to make compromises to get what you want.

"Yes, this is true. I learned the hard way that some compromises end up making everyone involved miserable."

"Hold firm: if your intensity pushes someone away, then this person doesn't have what it takes to keep you happy in the long run.

"I want someone who can go the distance -- even if I've got to stop for a breather..."

"APj, I know that it's your birthday"

"Yup! Woo-hoo! What's on the horizon for the day, Mr. Z?"

"APj, You have extravagant tastes, but that's only because you believe you deserve the best of everything.
"Duh. It is, after all, ALL ABOUT ME!!!"
Born with a healthy portion of self-esteem, you have no problem going after what you want in the world -- and getting it!
"Humpf! May have been true of the APj twenty years ago -- and yes, I am striving to regain that boldness!"

"That's the spirit Little Warrior! Don't be afraid to grow beyond yourself. Your ruling planet Pluto crosses paths with attractive Venus, anchoring your sensual needs to the heat at the bottom of the volcano."

"Okay - you said attractive....sensual....heat.....bottom....and volcano. Not only did I go to the store and squeeze the melons, I crumbled the cookies and had to take a shower..."

"Come back from the store. Forget about the store! It is no longer about the store! You are not likely to have a lighthearted attraction now. This is either about passionate love or intense hate, and possibly both. Make whatever allowances are necessary for anyone who is not able to join you in the profound depth of your current feelings."

So, my friends, there it is: APj's birthday horoscope. According to Mr. Z and Me, I'm turning a corner, taking risks, and jumping off the mountain. Anybody feel like skydiving?

Edit: oops -- post showed wrong date. Actual b-day is Nov.5th. Guy Fawkes Day. Woo-hoo, long live anarchy! Blow something (up) today!

The Importance of ending Consonants

I love my job.
Not only because I enjoy educating/tormenting the youthoftoday/leadersoftomorrow
--but--
because often I get such good material from the most innocent encounters.
Take thursday, for instance:
As I walked by a group of students and a teacher working in a small group outside, the teacher flagged me down.
"Ms. Day! Can you help me? Bebopaloo Lou is having trouble saying this word. She is saying something different...very different...."
I'm thinking, "Oh for crying out loud..."
But, of course, respond, "Certainly. What seems to be the problem?"
This was a group of students for whom English is a second language. So they work in small groups practicing their speaking skills. One of the activities they do is to use photographs of everyday items and experiences and have conversations using the "new" word.

Here is the photograph they were working with.
...Stay with me....don't jump ahead......
So I'm thinking about the dialogue practice that the student and I could have:

Me: I like honey-roasted peanuts. What kind of peanuts do you like?
Bebopaloo: I would rather have salted peanuts, or perhaps chocolate-covered peanuts.
Me: Have you ever been to a restaurant where they throw the peanut shells on the floor?
Bebopaloo: No, I haven't. But I think it would be fun to step on peanut shells.

...again, please stay with me......I swear I didn't see it coming....

"Okay Bebopaloo Lou. Do you know what these are?"
"Yes, Ms. Day. Penus."

As the teacher turned her head, and I choked back a laugh....the above dialogue took on a whole different......flavor......(go ahead....read the dialogue again....I'll wait)

Yes, yes, I ::ahem:: adjusted her speech and got her pronouncing the "ts" at the end of the word. No, no, she never knew that I was laughing inside....

Jaynee's Gotta Gun...

So....I'm working out at Hobb's Grove - doing my best impression of Ebeneezer Scrooge: counting, sorting, depositing. Got into a discussion with a friend of mine that is doing security out there on where she carries her gun. (Yes, she).

"You gotta gun?" one of the newbies inquired.

"Yup," I say.

"You know how to shoot?" he quips.

Do I know how to shoot?!!?!?

Voldemort always had guns -- they weren't something I grew up around, but I (and he) felt that if they were in the house, I should know how to use one. I've pulled my gun out to use
(::shiver shiver::)

twice -- but those are stories for another time. The story today is about GUN CLASS.

What am I doing here, I panicked, why am I taking this class again? Oh yeah, because Voldemort thought it would be good.

In "This class" we would be learning how to shoot at a moving three-dimensional targets. I had agreed to go because I thought it would be fun. It looked fun -- all they way until I realized the makeup of the class: 7 males (all involved in law enforcement) and 2 females, other than myself.

One of the girls was the daughter of a local gun-store proprietor.

The other was one of the first female highway patrol muckymucks.

no pressure.

::footsteps running from class back to the car::

"Mike"

"What are you doing out of the class, Jayne?"

"Mike, give me the 9MM.

"What's wrong with your .38?"

"Hey, it's fine at home but crap for this class! Give me the 9MM!"

"Jayne-it's too big for you."

That is so-o-o like him -- size envy....

"Mike - I am NOT using my little 5-rounder with all of them! I'll be constantly reloading! Now give me the frickin' gun!"

He did, and I rejoined my class, as they were introducing themselves, and giving the reason(s) why they took the class:

"I wanted to learn to shoot my gun responsibly."

"I'm in law enforcement, and this kind of training is crucial to my job."

"I'm always looking for ways to improve."

B - O - R - I - N - G......

"Jayne?" prompted the instructor, "how 'bout you? Why are you here today?"

Of course...I could have gone with any of the stock answers above.....but have you ever known me to be stock anything?

"Jayne?"

"Well," I responded, "my husband made me take this class. He wanted to make sure that there were lots of witnesses to my gun skills.....so that.....so that I could never say that I accidently shot him."

Laughter, comfortable and uncomfortable broke out amongst the ranks. Both the women smiled and nodded.

Four hours later, I'm ready for my test: I will step up to the line. The Driller Dan will start Mr. Dummy moving, and call off three targets (combination of head and/or chest shots). I will have 5 seconds to draw my weapon and fire off four rounds.

Of course, Voldemort has returned to watch.

"Jayne!" calls Driller Dan, "you're up!"

I step up to the mark, and he calls out,

"Jayne! Two head shots, one chest shot. GO!"

I swear I could hear the theme music from Chariots of Fire...you remember:

Dum DUM da-da-da-DUM-da....

and I felt myself go all slo-mo/Kung Fu/Matrix:

I drew my weapon, released the safety on the way up, keeping my eye on the center of Mr. Dummy's face, firmly gripped the 9 with both hands, fired off two shots, dropped my aim ten inches

(::shiver shiver::)

and squeezed the trigger twice.

It seemed forever for Mr. Dummy to stop twisting and turning so that Driller Dan could inspect my shots.....

Mr. Dummy....was dead.

Driller Dan walked up to Mike.

"Mike?"

"Yes?"
"Even though you've got all the witnesses you need.....you should be afraid. Be very afraid...."

yes,yes. Jayne had got all four rounds off: 2 headshots and 2 to the chest.

Shopping....

I’ve shopped alone for so long, that the thought of shopping with someone else is a bit intimidating….

When I go to the store alone – it’s just…ME. And it’s so easy to go shopping alone: I don’t have to put makeup on. I don’t have to hold my stomach in, or shave my legs. I can just…go to the store! And once there, I can go down any aisle I want: quick, slow – heck, I can even go down the same aisle three times, and who’s there to care? Ya’ know, I’ve even found myself at the store and changed my mind, deciding that I’d rather take a nap instead…

So imagine my surprise (momentary shock and terror) at finding myself at the store….in tandem:

“Oh crap!” I fret, “What is he doing? Oh…I think I know – I remember this! He’s pushing my cart! WhatdoIdowhatdoIdo? Should I pretend I don’t know he’s pushing the cart? Oh! Maybe I should I hold on to the cart—yes, that’s it! I’ll just place my hand next to his – then I’ll know what to d-

Whoa! What aisle is this!?!?!? Fruits and Vegetables? Nice….but I’m really not that crazy about

“Cantalopes!”

“What’s that?” he inquired, pausing the cart and perusing some melons.

“Nothing,” I reply, “I just forgot about the cantaloupes. Those are nice. I forgot how nice they are…”

After careful consideration, said fruit is placed carefully in the cart, and--

And we’re off again! The breakneck pace is exhilarating, even though I’m afraid I’m going to crash into the bread. Or the cookies. Gawd, I worry, what if I crush the cookie?

“Did you just say, ‘Cookies?’” he asked, “I love cookies.”

So…a few cookies later…

Oh heck, a few cookies and aisles later, I was riding in the basket – arms and feet dangling over the side, dazed and confused, but thoroughly enjoying the whirlwind swirling around me. I think I remember talking to a tall dwarf…or maybe it was a clown? Either way, he was very pleasant to talk to. We had a couple of conversations.

I had forgotten how much fun shopping with someone else was! I rediscovered parts of the store that I’ve avoided for a long time. Yes, yes, as usual, there were items I would have loved to have gotten at the store, things I meant to get and forgot (but got something else instead), and there were some aisles we didn’t go down. But, allinall, it was a fabulous excursion. I look forward to my next shopping trip.

MeMeMeMeMe

Stole this from Katie!!

Gummy Bears

You may be smooshie and taste unnatural, but you're so darn cute. 1. Don't call me smooshie.... 2. I don't taste unnatural -- it's just the preservatives, damnit. 3. duh - of course I'm cute...

What Kind of Candy Are You?

You Are Apple Cider

Smooth and comforting. But downright nasty when cold. Smooth and comforting....sounds like cough medicine... but I like the nasty line... "Call me Ms. Nasty!"

What Part of Fall Are You?

You Are

A Robo Pumpkin Face You would make a good pumpkin cyborg. Great...another thing that takes batteries...

What's Your Pumpkin Face?

Your Monster Profile

Omega Warrior Omega? Does that mean I am the Final Fighter? Cool! You Feast On: Fingernails lies...lies....well, I USED to chew them....but I never swallowed them....on purpose.... You Lurk Around In: The Ocean you say tomato, I say tomahto you say lurking, I say lounging. You Especially Like to Torment: British People well...if he'd quit winking my turd I might stop torm-- aw, who'm I kidding!?!?!?!? He's just so-o-o-o much fun to torment. And I think he kinda likes it....

What's Your Monster Name?

Garou - You can leave your hat on (live)

okay....just feeling a little.....
"nah-nah-NAH-nah-NAH-nah-nah"

His voice just makes me wanna
::sigh::
go to the store for a hat-oh.
and strut around the rancho.

Throat Update

Dear Family, friends, bloggers and stalkers:
All is crazy here -- did I tell you news from the doctor? I can't remember, so I'll tell you again:
As some of you know, my throat has been bothering me again. I was afraid I had another tumor, so I finally sucked it up (courage, not the tumor), and went to see the specialist. Some of you may remember him as the only man I know who apologized for gagging me.
I have definite feelings for this man.
"I remember you," he greeted me, "you're funny."
Come her little boy and sit on my lap, I thought.
"You're not so bad yourself," I replied.
"Are you ready for this again?"
"I've thought of nothing else....all day."
With the grace of a gazelle-
-wait, that's kinda odd: a gazelle in a doctor's office -
With the grace of a gifted surgeon, Dr. F gently pulled my tongue out, inserted a long (size does matter) tube-mounted camera into my mouth
-and I gagged. Actually, he gagged me three times (show-off), but who's counting? But, as before, Dr. F was cordial and sweet, apologizing, wiping my chin and getting me a glass of water before proudly announcing, "It does not look like a tumor"
Wouldn't it have been great if he'd said it like Arnold?
But, long story (and the more boring part of the story) short: no surgery (yeah!), but loads of change: no coffee, no tea, no alcohol, no chocolate. seems the scar tissue is being attacked by the acids of Jayne. Geesh, sounds like an episode of Star Trek:
"Captain! the acids are eating away the outsides!"
"Spray, Scottie!"
"I'm an Engineer, not a Doctor!"
"Bones!"
You get the point..

So....to all who have enjoyed the raspy-voiced warrior known as APj - relax. That soft, raspy voice is here to stay.
But if you're drinking a mocha latte in front of me....I just may have to cut you down.

Le Interview from Lecram

5 Interview Questions from Lecram:
1. List 5 things guaranteed to perk you up. These things, qualities or actions ma or may not be at your disposal at the moment.
2. Through a mysterious lottery you have won "An Opportunity of a Lifetime of Your Choice!" What would you choose and why? there is no limit to what it will cost but money as in cold hard cash is also NOT a choice.
3. It is given that we all have painful episodes in our lives. these episodes are usually balanced with episodes of pure joy. If you were to pick a painful episode and choose a joyful one to create that balance, tell u s only about the joyful one.
4. Name the 3 top things you care deeply about and tell us why.
5. You have met George Clooney. He is impressed with you and gives you the task of creating a wild adventure that you will both go on. what is this 2 day adventure? Sex is not an option. (And don't give me that "rules schmules" shit on this one or you will never get another one of these from me again - morty).

Of course, I had to break a few rules -- that's just my style. But I don't have sex (which really isn't breaking a rule -- hell, that seems to BE my rule....), and I get Clooney....so here we go:


"Ms. Plain? Ms. Air? err--Ms. Airplanejayne? "
"Yes," I responded nervously, "that's me."
"Airplanejayne, seriously?"
"Yes...and not so seriously. See, I used to jump outta -- oh, nevermind--"
"Right," he replied briskly taking my hand, "are you ready?"
"Can one ever possibly be ready for space?'
My brusk guide stopped so abruptly that I almost ran into his back.
"Ms. Plain-"
"Ah, that's Airplan-"
"Whatever," He grabbed my arms and pulled me close. "Listen: Just because you won this opportunity in some mysterious lottery -- don't think it's all fun and games." I could feel the heat of his breath through clenched teeth, "you are going into space. If you aren't ready -- you could get hurt. You could hurt the entire team. You could all get hurt -- and remember: In space, no one can hear you scream."
As I burst out in laughter, his craggy face exploded into a grin, "Yeah. I thought you'd like that line."
"Morty," I chuckled, "you know I love movie lines! No matter how nervous I am, a well-placed movie quote will always perk me up."
"Okay, APj, glad ta' make yer day. Now, get on that shuttle and make us proud!"
Smiling, I walked eagerly up the gangplank.
"Mom! Mummy! Over here!"
Following the sound, I looked to the left -- and there she was: one of the best and top three things I care about: Erynn: Who loves me in spite of Me. I remember the day she was born -- I have never since been filled with such joy....although a particular weekend at Disneyland came close....
"Sweetiedarling!" I called to her, "Saffie! Baby! Mummy loves you! Even if I can't remember your name!"The crowd looked on in horrified shock as both Erynn and I dissolved into fits of laughter. Another one of those 'guaranteed to perk you up things,' I thought to myself. Erynn always joked that I had so many nicknames for her because I couldn't remember her name.

Reaching the shuttle door, last chance, I tell myself, if you're backing out, you're backing out now. Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes, tap my heels together and whisper, "There's no place like home. Please Lord, keep me safe. My eyes, my heart, and my will, as always, are in your hands. Amen."
The passageways are narrow -- I don't know if its the spacesuit or me -- but I definitely don't have a sexy swagger going on. If only I could have worn my Marc Jacobs red boots, I thought, that would definitely perk me -- and this outfit up. "Cause you know that it is--ta dah! --all about da shooze" I announce, striking a pose.
"Pardon me, jaynee" came a dusky voice behind me, "but your shooe is holding me captive."
An arm encircled me, keeping me from moving, "Not," he added, "that I'm complaining."
Blushing, I turn to see George.
"George," I stammered, "I'm sorry -- I didn't mean to start thi-"
"I said," he replied, tightening his grip and grinning, "I 'm not complaining. What an incredible adventure you've planned: a weekend in space!"
"Well," I recovered, "When I won that mysterious lottery, I thought you would be perfect--err, I mean, this would be perfect."
Taking my gloved hand, George led me to our seats. "You are perfect. And so will this weekend be." he said.
As the rockets fire underneath us, I realize that George is still holding my hand. Even through the layers of my orange pressurized suit, I swear I can feel heat from his hand. Damn! I cuss at myself, why did I want to bring him to space!?!?!? I can't even get him nekkid! I turn to look at him, and find myself lost in his brown eyes.
"Jaynee"
"Yes?" I gulp, feeling my heart pounding, competing with the rocket blasts from beneath.
"If I didn't have this suit on --" his hand casually caresses my thigh.
"George," I holler over the engines full roar, "Hold that thought for a few days....but in the meantime -- would you mind.....pulling my hair and humming a bit?"

My Year (so far) in review

Okay....while I am at the store working on my interview from Lecram, here is something I started in August. I don't remember who I stole it from.....

JANUARY

1. Who kissed you on New Years?
Rio. (My horse) I actually would really love to kiss a human this coming New Years...

2. Did you have a new year's resolution this year?
Same two that I've had for the past few years....I keep thinking that "maybe THIS year..."

3. Does it snow where you live?
Nope. And it is one of the things I miss about living in Nebraska!

4. Do you like hot chocolate?
Hot chocolate. Cold chocolate. Liquid chocolate. Hard chocolate. Can't say as I've ever had bad chocolate...

5. Have you ever been to Times Square to watch the ball drop?
NO, but I would love to be there! Yeah, yeah, I know it's cold and crowded-but it's on my list.

FEBRUARY

1. Who was your Valentine?

Does it count that I spent Valentine birthday with someone on Valentines Day? Yes? Okay, so my ValentineBirthdayValentine was none other than kien: dinner, stroll, movie, stroll, coffee. Probably a stroll after coffee too.....we tend to do a lot of strolling...

2. When you were little did you buy Valentine's for the whole class?
YES. And I agonized for hours over which ones to give to whom. "Will he think I 'like' him?" "Eww, I better just give him the 'friend' one."

3. Do you care if the groundhog sees its shadow or not?
As long as I don't see some scary shadow creeping up on me, what do I care if some little hog sees his shadow or not?!?!?

MARCH

1. Are you Irish?
Aye, darhling- I've a bit o da green in me. And I named my daughter Erynn, ya' kno'.

2. Do you wear green every Year on St. Patricks day?
Yup - through and through.

3. What did you do for St. Patty's Day in 2007?
Ummmm....I think it was right after Rogue.....so I was recuperating.

4. Are you happy when winter is pretty much over?
Yes--but I'm happy when he arrives again in November.

5. Something special in march?
DUH!!!!! The Rogue Festival!

APRIL

1. Do you like the rain?
I love the smell of rain.

2. Did you play an April fool's joke on anyone this year?
Not this year. But I am planning a great one for next year: I'm gonna steal a classroom from a teacher!

3. Do you get tons of candy on Easter?
Naw--I just eat Erynn's candy.

4. Do you celebrate 4/20?
April 20th? It's a holiday? for what? late taxes?


MAY

1. What is your favorite flower?
Sterling Silver roses. (They are lavender and smell wonderful).

3. Finish the phrase "April showers"....
bring Jayne flowers. Please. No, really, PLEASE BRING ME FLOWERS!!!!!

4. Do you celebrate May16th: National Piercing Day?
Geez. There's a fricking piercing day!?!?!?!? WTF.....

5. Is May anything special to you?
"May I kiss you" sounds pretty special....

JUNE

1. What year do you graduate?
I graduated from college in 2002. That makes me sound so young!!! So much better than telling you I graduated from high school in 1978. Crap, did I just say that with my outside voice?

2. Did you do anything fun during this month?
Nope -- because I taught Summer School. But ask me about July! or August!

3. Have a favorite baseball team?
They're all cute in their uniforms.

JULY

1. What did you do on the Fourth of July?
Blew shit up!!!!

2. Did you go on any vacations in this month?
Went to Nebraska to see my folks.

3. Do you blast the A/C all day?
110 degrees. What do YOU think!?!?

AUGUST

1. Did you do anything special at the end of your summer?
Went to Camp Surf. Learned to surf the waves in a kayak.

2. What was your favorite summer memory of '07?
see August #1.

3. Did you have a sunburn?
No. SPF40. I am lillywhite. I do not tan well. I will be a hot babolecious 90year old with fabulous skin.

SEPTEMBER

1. Did you attend college/school?
I am, once again, teaching 7th grade.

2. Who was/is your favorite teacher?

I am my favorite teacher!!!! But I would put Miss Whitaker(4th grade), Mrs. McCabe (7th grade), and Mrs Beall (10th grade) on the list.

3. Do you like fall better than summer?
I'd rather fly than fall. Falling hurts like a bon of a stitch.

OCTOBER

1. What was your last Halloween costume?
Dorothy, of Oz/Kansas. But it was kinda stripper Dorothy....

2. What is your favorite candy?
M&M's, Peach Rings (thanks nic and kien), jelly beans.

3. Whose birthday is this month?
My brother, Jeff.

NOVEMBER

1. Whose house do you go to for Thanksgiving?
My friend Donna's house.

2. What's best about this month?
My birthday: November 5th!!

3. What are you thankful for?
everything

4. Do you love stuffing?
depends on the stuff-ee

DECEMBER

1. Do you celebrate Christmas?
OH- YEAH! Lights, check. Mouse tree, check. Oz tree, check. On the "wish list": dishes, towels and a shower curtain.

2. What is December 1st, 2007?
THE 15-YEAR ANNIVERSARY OF THE RELEASE OF MICHAEL JACKSON'S "THRILLER"

3. Have you ever been kissed under the mistletoe?
Yup. and I am looking forward to it again.

4. Get anything special last year?
nope. nope. nope.

5. What do you want this year?
see #3 above. oh...and see #4. I do NOT want a repeat of #4....

6. Do you like cold weather?
LOVE IT

7. Have you ever licked a frosted pole and got stuck?
I refuth to anthwer thith quethion on the groundth that it might incriminate me....

sex bomb

yes, yes....this is just what I needed to make me smile today...

26...

I have a good friend who does a "grateful" list. He starts with the letter "A" and goes through the alphabet. I love this idea -- but I've enough lists in my life.....so....without further ado....here is my interpretation (thank you, kien).

I am grateful for.....

All my friends
Because even when I’m acting
Crazy, they seem willing to
Do whatever is needed to
Ensure my wellbeing.

For an infinite
God that reveals
Himself to the finite me in a way that
I can understand, even though He knows
Jayne will constantly question.

Knowing that being alone is not always
Lonely. And that
Meaningful relationships are a
Necessity
Of Life.

Promises kept
Queries answered, illusions maintained,

Revealed or
Shattered.

Truth and honesty, so often
Unusual and uncommon, becoming
Visible to the naked
World.
Xciting?
Yes. Thank you, Lord, a
Zillion times, Amen

Feeling a little green...

Vocal chords are a bust (again)--so I am being silent (again, as much as possible).

But who better than Kermie to turn my greens into lovely colors?

"I've heard it too many times to ignore it,
there's something that I'm s'pose to be..."

I. Still. Love. This. Song.

Happily Insane

I received this in an email.....and can't help but add my comments(purple), and pass it on..

Subject: How to Keep a Healthy Insanity

1. At Lunch Time, Sit In Your Parked Car With Sunglasses on and point a Hair Dryer At Passing Cars. See If They Slow Down.this would be fun to do from a motorcycle. Kowboi? Do ya' still have one?

2. Page Yourself Over The Intercom. Don't Disguise Your Voice.

3. Every Time Someone Asks You To Do Something, ask If They Want Fries with that....err....I have actually done this one.

4. Put Your Garbage Can On Your Desk And Label it 'In'. When I worked in an office, I put referred to the garbage can as "The Round File." When the boss asked for something that I couldn't find, I would say, "It must be in the Round File." I don't know if he ever caught on...

5. Put Decaf In The Coffee Maker For 3 Weeks Once Everyone has Gotten Over Their Caffeine Addictions, Switch to Espresso.

6. In The Memo Field Of All Your Checks, Write ' For Smuggling Diamonds'. I once wrote,"For really great sex!" I was sure I would hear from the bank or I.R.S.

7. Finish All Your sentences with 'In Accordance With The Prophecy'.

8. Don't use any punctuation.

9. As Often As Possible, Skip Rather Than Walk. Eddie Izzard said (and I agree) that wars would be almost impossible if we required soldiers to skip instead of march...

10. Order a Diet Water whenever you go out to eat, with a serious face.

11. Specify That Your Drive-through Order Is 'To Go'. Hey! They asked me once if it was for here or to go. I said,"Here, of course!"

12. Sing Along At The Opera. Yeah, right. Like I know Italian.....I usually launch into the chorus of "The Lonely Goatherd."

13. Go To A Poetry Recital. And Ask Why The Poems Don't Rhyme?

14. Put Mosquito Netting Around Your Work Area and Play tropical Sounds All Day.

15. Five Days In Advance, Tell Your Friends You Can't Attend Their Party Because
You're Not In the Mood.

16. Have Your Co-workers Address You By Your Wrestling Name, Rock Bottom. I'd rather use my Superhero name: Flame Glider or Wind Pirate.

17. When The Money Comes Out The ATM, Scream 'I Won! I Won!' At the atm down from Starline I screamed, "Jackpot!"

18. When Leaving The Zoo, Start Running Towards The Parking lot, Yelling
'Run For Your Lives! They're Loose!' heheheheheheh.....

19. Tell Your Children Over Dinner, 'Due To The Economy, We Are Going To Have To Let One Of You Go.' I only have one....and she doesn't believe me when I tell her that I'm going to adopt Romanian babies. But my mom had a good one: when we used to threaten to run away she would respond, "Don't bother. I'll go."

Gotta love my Mom,eh?

:)

Sometimes Carma just bites....

bad,bad, kfarmer...... I thought we were friends.....buds......that you would do this to me-- "Do what, APj?" Yes,yes, I can hear that sweet,blonde,southern drawl --all sugary and syrupy.... But....I KNOW it was you...

YOU put Murphy on a plane:

3:10 PM
You'd think that as often as he stays, I'd have heard the snicker from the peanut gallery at the back of my classroom Friday afternoon. "I've got to go!" I inform my computer, which was refusing to power down without updating. "I'm driving to S.F. to see Superman Steve's show."

3:30 PM
I rose triumphantly as the computer finally went to sleep,but somehow, Murphy got into the phone lines.
::ring! ring!::
"This is Ms.Day"
"This is Mr. Bebopaloo Lou, you have my son Bebop Jr. in your class....."
Suffice to say, that Bebop Sr. did not believe that Bebop Jr. (and Murphy,of course) was anything other than angelic in class.

3:45 PM
I make a mad dash to the car, and inform Steve that I am on my way. Steve informs me that Murphy has shot down his attempted manipulations of matchmaking. Starting to suspect that Murphy is loitering somewhere, I peel out of the parking lot, northbound!

4:20 PM
somewhere south of Merced
"Okay, if traffic stays like this, I should be okay. It'll be close, but I'll be okay," I reassure the steering wheel, "Ha! Murphy thought he could--"

::note to audience and self: Never directly challenge Murphy. It pisses him off. Kinda like saying, "Candyman" three times in the dark to the bathroom mirror::

"Shit!" I scream and swerve at the same time. "WTF!?!?!? Looks like someone lost a toolbox on the freeway. Yeah, yeah, NOW we all slow down...." So we putz along for a bit....I call Steve and tell him about the slowdown--but STILL feeling okay.....until.....

4:23 PM(ish)
thumpthump.....thumpthump....
shit.
flatfuckingtireomigawdwhatthefuckdoIdonowshitdamn
Ifuckingdontbelievemyfuckingluckwhatisnextadamntree!?!?

4:30 PM
I call Steve to let him know the score:
APj:zero Murphy: Ten

4:45 PM
Tire off,spare on. Kinda like wax on, wax off. Only a whole lot more elbow grease, Mr.Miasayki.
4:50 PM
Lugs all tight, putting tire with bigass nail in the trunk.
"Hey miss?" offers a businesslookingman from his airconditioned Lexus, "can I call someone for you?"

"Nope. Done. But can you give my friend Murphy a ride? He's going west. Due west"

Steve, sorry I didn't make the show. But I'm sure Murphy would have blown something.....really...

Thanks, Joy, for letting me know how/where to find out
What type of Fae are you?

Okay.....I am SO-O-O-O okay with being called a Nymph that I will overlook any insinuations of my manipulative
hey-did you ever notice that "man" is in that word?
--manipulative side.

and geez....tie ONE guy up ONE time and ya' get saddled
(heh-heh, that's a nice picture)
with that whole "possessive" handle...

A Very Difficult Day

I teach Language Arts, 7th grade.

I always love my job....but some days are tougher than others.

Many of my kids come from a pretty rough background -- often, our school, my classroom, is their "safe" spot. I know this. But some days I'm socked in the jaw with it.

This is how one of my students spent her weekend: crawling out a bedroom window and frantically dialing 9-1-1. Mom had been afraid that something like this was going to happen. She had her brother come stay with them because she was afraid. She had gotten a restraining order because-- yes, she was afraid.
My student will not be coming back to my class, because the only family left does not live in Fresno. She and her siblings are without a mom and an uncle.

Dear God,
Sometimes I forget how difficult and scary many of my kids have it--until something like this happens. Theirs' can be a hard, brutal world. Please hold them close in your hand.
Amen

Hot Handyman Needed!

See, I've yet to find a fix-it project that I won't at least try to tackle: build horse stall. check. Install metal roofing on said stall. check. Chop down trees. check. Fix sprinklers. check. Install ceiling fan. check. Install new light fixtures. double check. So it shoulda been no big deal to re-wire three outlet plugs, a switch, and a light fixture in my spare bedroom, right?
Ha. A week and a half later, and I still couldn't figure out why all the plugs and the light worked in the bedroom, but the bathroom was dark, and the microwave was asleep. WHO THE FRICK DID THE WIRING ON THIS PLACE!?!?!?!? So....I had to bite the bullet (does not taste like chicken), and call a professional:
"Jim!"
"Jayne"
"Jim! I need you! A wire has gone askew, and I don't know what to do"
"I'll be there in the morning...."

Easy fix- wire not in far enough......
'nuff said.....

Jim made the suggestion that I give up on looking for a cabana boy, and find me a hot studly carpenter. I found one:




Carter, from the TV show,"Trading Spaces."

I don't think there would be any wire problems there.....