anagram of brat

from guaparella:

• Reply to this post with "I'M BORED" or whatever, and I will pick five of your icons.
  
• Make a post (including the meme info) and talk about the icons I chose.
  
• Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.

So my five:

dot dot dot - someone took this as I was reacting in horror to something on TV. Probably a commercial. Those horrify me a lot.


sexxy - ah the halcyon days when I still had bewbs. I miss you bewbs.


château browne - The House back in Brooklyn. Dad still lives there.


Brat - me, about age 4. You can't see it but the demonic little smile is because I am totally getting away with riding my Big Wheel in the house after being told not to.


team tatro (2010) - Kidzilla and Lil'Beast, ca January 2010, at the Eric Carle Museum. They were playing on a table that had a bottom lit surface and cast a pretty lovely glow on both their faces. Manbeast will swear he doesn't see it, but I'm always astounded by how much their faces change over time.

Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession


Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.

Really any of the Condescending Wonka pics would do here, but this one made me snrrk because I totally have that tattoo.



and just because our lives have been taken over by cat shenanigans this week:



ETA: except for the staircase being in the wrong place, that does look quite alarmingly like a Squire upstairs hallway.

Starting to wake up. Starting.

Day 1 - Pride. Seven great things about yourself.
Day 2 - Envy. Seven things you lack and covet.
Day 3 - Wrath. Seven things that piss you off.
Day 4 - Sloth. Seven things you neglect to do.
Day 5 - Greed. Seven worldly material desires.
Day 6 - Gluttony. Seven guilty pleasures.
Day 7 - Lust. Seven love secrets.

Yeah i know I'm late with this. Its been a crazy couple days and I've been mad busy/sick. Also if there is ANYTHING I'm not secretive about it's anything pertaining to me and love, so coming up with seven secrets is a little bit of a stretch.

Day 7 - Lust. Seven love secrets.

1. I loudly and actively shun, mock, deride and am generally contemptuous of all things that can be categorized as romantic silliness. Like seriously, I can Ebenezer Scrooge it up about Valentine's Day as well as the next guy. It's totally an act; I eat that kind of shit up with a motherfucking spoon. Fuck, watching this will still leave me a sentimental sobbing wreck every single time. I just am kind of okay with all that happening to other people, I think.
   
   
2. I'm not sure why I ended up a physically affectionate person - my family aren't huggers. I am though, holy crap, if I am not shown some form of physical affection for more than a couple of days I get very frayed in the sanity very quickly.
   
   
3. At this point in my life I think I can say I am deeply uncomfortable with the limerence/NRE stage of falling in love. It's way too much like being on drugs and I've been known to do some extremely stupid shit when caught in that particular bit of mindset. I much prefer the bit where all the crazy leaves your system and you're not constantly in that state of "OMG DO THEY LIKE ME???" and then feeling like you have to do insane grandiose things to keep that going.
   
   
4. I am constantly fascinated by how telling someone you love them both entirely succeeds and entirely fails in conveying the sentiment.
   
   
5. ...and yet if you love me, I never get tired of hearing it. I mean it's not like I don't know or somehow don't have total faith in that fact. But it's still nice to hear.
   
   
6. I am deliriously fond of kissing. Granted I'm picky about who I like to kiss (if I come away feeling like I just played tonsil hockey with a Saint Bernard around dinnertime, I'm not only turned off, I may indeed gag... I also have saliva viscosity issues with some people), but if you've been determined acceptable, I will be perfectly happy to kiss you all damn day without it progressing any further.
   
   
7. cell23 just wandered over while I was writing and was all "Lust, huh? Got anything in there about me?" Pff. As if it's all about him, lol. But since he professes in a gentleman doth protest too damn much sort of way to be hurt by his omission (right, uh huh) I will share one thing. (We'll ignore that I'd been sitting here for a few minutes trying to think of something for #7 anyway.)
   
   So there's this sweater, right? It's a green sweater from Structure that I think he got from his grandfather ages ago (it would have to have been, I don't think Structure's been around since the late 90s), but anyway, funny thing about that is I have an identical one, same color, same brand, only several sizes bigger since it was a hand-me-down from Austin and I like my sweaters baggy nigh unto tent-like. Anyway, all that aside, he's got this sweater, right? I think if it's not my favorite piece of his clothing, its definitely in the top five along with his suits, his old Nny t-shirt and his Superman logo Graphitti tees. There are a few reasons for this - one, it's the one he wore on that fateful lunch date that well and truly started things. So there's a good association there. Two... well, on the occasion when he's just wearing the sweater by itself, the neckline in the back is cut in such a way that it frames his C7 vertebra to maddening advantage and y'all KNOW how I feel about the back of men's necks. His is especially nice, I ain't gonna lie. I guess that sweater on him for me would be a bit like me wearing a V neck and a push up bra.

So everyone's happy and now this meme is done.

It's been an interesting couple of days, and I have been completely disinclined to write about any of it. I think it's sign #9232384 that the apocalypse is nigh... Andee had a thought and she didn't blab it to the Interbutts within 10 minutes of having it? CLUTCH THE MOTHERFUCKING PEARLS. CLUTCH THEM. No seriously, it's just been that there's been this odd juxtaposition of me having a sudden productivity jag work-wise with a nasty patch of weather in the headmeat/gastrointestinal uck (cont.)/deep, undying, festering uterine hatred/Team Tatro weekend. I'll post when I get around to it.

Day 1 - Pride. Seven great things about yourself.
Day 2 - Envy. Seven things you lack and covet.
Day 3 - Wrath. Seven things that piss you off.
Day 4 - Sloth. Seven things you neglect to do.
Day 5 - Greed. Seven worldly material desires.
Day 6 - Gluttony. Seven guilty pleasures.
Day 7 - Lust. Seven love secrets.

Day 6 - Gluttony. Seven guilty pleasures.

1. Fine sharp cheese. New York cheddar, asiago, and gruyere are my favorites. I will seriously eat this stuff all day long.
   
   
2. Fashion and wedding reality shows, with the exception of the makeover ones. I love Bridezillas, Million Dollar Weddings, and Project Runway; What Not to Wear, Say Yes to the Dress, Queer eye, etc make me want to stab people. People have every right to look like slobs if they want to and are comfortable.
   
   
3. McDonalds chicken nuggets. NGL, those work better than chocolate on the really bad PMS days. On REALLY bad days, I'll go though a 20 pack of those.
   
   
4. Cane sugar cola. Pepsi Throwback, Kosher for Passover Coke... yeah, I guzzle that down by the liter. There was also a local brand that Mapleline Farm used to deliver by the crate that was delicious, don't remember the name.
   
   
5. Romance novels. I've gotten back into them after reading my friend Sarah MacLean's books.
   
   
6. puzzle games.
   
   
7. Wikipedia/Cracked/TVtropes/IMDb. It's like junk food for your brain.

Night full of bad dreams and getting slammed "at work" and the to-do list is eating me and my guts are horrible and ARGH. Back when I'm less stressed.

Day 1 - Pride. Seven great things about yourself.
Day 2 - Envy. Seven things you lack and covet.
Day 3 - Wrath. Seven things that piss you off.
Day 4 - Sloth. Seven things you neglect to do.
Day 5 - Greed. Seven worldly material desires.
Day 6 - Gluttony. Seven guilty pleasures.
Day 7 - Lust. Seven love secrets.

Wait, I though I hated multiple day memes.

Day 2 - Envy. Seven things you lack and covet.

Aint gonna lie, most of what comes immediately to mind is household stuff I would like/still need, things I'm not willing to admit to wanting in a public forum, and, well, money. So I'm going to have to get creative with this list.

1. a type A personality. I'd be a bit of a bitch, but things would get done.
   
   
2. a blu-ray player and a sick Bose sound system to go with Monstervision.
   
   
3. one of those crazy painted lady Victorian houses.
   
   
4. a custom fitted/built black steel boned-corset.
   
   
5. a hot bi ladyfriend who hopefully also likes the Manbeast
   
   
6. thighs that had less jiggle and more steel flattening in them (if you know the reference, holler). Note to self, go the fuck back to PF already.
   
   
7. Working, fully functional intestines. :/ cause I gotta tell you, I miss the days when impending bowel movements weren't announced by three minutes of excruciating gut pain first.

And since cell23 has informed me that I've missed a day (jeez nag nag nag), I'll do the next one too. Nyeh.


Day 3 - Wrath. Seven things that piss you off.

1. People that are nice to me, even if I have it confirmed from several sources that they hate my guts. All this makes me want to do is act super excited to see them and go out of my way to talk to them for maximum passive-aggressive awkward.
   
   
2. People that do things wrong in the hopes that you'll do it correctly for them later. JUST LRN2DOITRIGHT.
   
   
3. being made to feel stupid for daring to think a certain way. Double if I'm actually right.
   
   
4. Hipsters. Yes, I realize by a lot of definitions I am one. STILL.
   
   
5. Telling me that I'm clearly wrong/overreacting on racism/sexism/privilege issues. Hi, I'm a black queer woman, stfu.
   
   
6. Slut shaming.
   
   
7. General rudeness. The internet is a wonderful fucked up beast, but IRL, don't be a douche. Use turn signals, say "excuse me" if you bump into someone, offer to help the lady with five bags and a double stroller down the stairs/off the bus, chew with your mouth closed, turn your cell phone and your voice off during a movie, say please and thank you, act and dress like you're going somewhere special if you're going to the ballet/theater (DON'T show up in jeans, my GOD.) and don't creep on the pretty lady that just walked by you, she will not appreciated it.

There, I'm caught up.

Day 1 - Pride. Seven great things about yourself.
Day 2 - Envy. Seven things you lack and covet.
Day 3 - Wrath. Seven things that piss you off.
Day 4 - Sloth. Seven things you neglect to do.
Day 5 - Greed. Seven worldly material desires.
Day 6 - Gluttony. Seven guilty pleasures.
Day 7 - Lust. Seven love secrets.

Wait, I though I hated multiple day memes.

Day 1 - Pride. Seven great things about yourself.

1. I'm funny. Not like stand-up comedy funny (cause quick-witted I am not - I'm a frequent victim of l'esprit d'escalier), but I have been known to wield the power of LJ and IM for maximum splorfle generation.
   
   
2. I'm squishy. I cultivate being huggable. I also give pretty good cuddles and hugs.
   
   
3. I'm good in a crisis. I've mentioned this before, but yeah when everyone else is losing their shit that seems to be the only time when I can keep mine together.
   
   
4. I've got nice feet. No really, I've got the kind of long narrow feet that would look disgustingly good in strappy heeled sandals. If I wore such things.
   
   
5. I'm pretty good in the kitchen. So far I've only had one "lets thow things into a pan/pot and see what happens" experiment turn out completely fail - most things have been edible to pretty good. (Last night was a bit of a close call.)
   
   
6. I do pretty well reading books aloud to people. Like I do all the voices and everything. A little sad that Kidzilla pretty much reads on her own now.
   
   
7. Okay, *sigh* I'll admit... I'm kinda hot. A lot of the time I don't see it, but I've noticed as I get older and get more settled into my face, I realize that in the not too distant future I'm going to be one hell of a cougar. Which is fine by me. Seems like unlike the rest of the world, I seem to prefer my ladies looking like they've lived some. Hence all the mental slash I've written between Melinda Warner and Miranda Pond on SVU even though I don't think they ever share a scene. (But Tamara Tunie and Alex Kingston (aka River Song on Doctor Who) are just. So. Damn. HAWT.)
   
   *cough* that was probably TMI.

Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.

Day Ten: One confession

Well, I've sat on this one all day and it occurs to me that all I do is confess things and overshare about my life, here, in other journals, on Twitter... yeah it's just all a running commentary of soul baring. And the really juicy stuff? That's shit I lie to MYSELF about, much less share.

I guess I'll offer this up. Some days I strongly feel like my presence in this lifetime is wrong somehow, like I'm not supposed to be here, that as a result every life that touches mine comes away... corrupted? I guess? But that could well be just the depression talking. Most days are okay. Really.


And now a questionnaire meme I yoinked from Facebook:

( lots of questions )

 



Kidzilla's gonna be happy when she sees her four have hatched. And whassup cave born ice, heyyoooo.

Kiddos ate my weekend, as they do. (Not that I mind.) Also been in a weird depressive funk that due to it being relieved greatly after consuming dead things, I'm attributing to being generally iron deficient again as well as on the rag, which for obvious reasons doesn't help this situation much. Seriously, eating a quarter chicken at Boston Market this evening magically transformed me from a near weepy mess to a rational human being, WTF.

Day five turned out to be really hard to write up, anyway so I'm glad I took an extra day to ponder it.

Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn-offs.
Day Eight: Three turn-ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.

Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done

This one's tough, because in order to become the person I am now and to get where I am now, certain decisions had to be made in a the particular order they were. But I guess if I wasn't attached to outcomes, I guess this would be the list.

1. Gone to college immediately after high school. I really should have taken a year or two off in the middle, because I wasn't remotely ready for it when I did go, and after I flagrantly failed my first semester, I should have taken time off then. But by that time I had a group of friends I was already attached to, and well... yeah. Honestly, I probably should have transferred out of Smith entirely.
   
   
2. Taken the "whatever makes you happy makes me happy" stance on major relationship stuff. Granted there were occasions where that was genuinely true, but in retrospect I let so much slide that I shouldn't have and I just ended up screwing myself over and over. I'm trying to be better about speaking up when shit bothers me, though honestly other than the trolling, cell23 doesn't tend to get on my nerves too much so there isn't that much opportunity to practice. And no, I'm not just saying that, he just isn't any kind of maintenance enough to annoy me most of the time.
   
   
3. Moved in with Cara, speaking of high maintenance. I was already kinda screwed in the money department, letting her leech off me just made things worse.
   
   
4. waited so long to get my license.
   
   
5. taken my mother at face value when she told me not to bother with doing anything that might have taught me some financial responsibility. Like getting an actual job in high school or college or something. IDK.
   
   
6. let Mom and sisters talk me into relaxing my hair my first year of college. I had elbow length natural hair the summer of 1996, despite the dour predictions of breakage and damage from all the years of braiding acrylic yarn into it - one semester of relaxer, and I swear all my hair broke so badly I had to get it all sliced off to about ear length. It's never grown out that long since.

Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)

1. cell23 (+kidlets!)
   
   
2. Da Brownes
   
   
3. People that have stuck me for over a decade and are still here (harinezumi, the Smith crowd, extrajoker, etc) There should be a Lifetime achievement award in Putting Up with Andees.
   
   
4. The Squirekids - It's alarming how the lot of you have become practically family in the past couple years And by alarming, I mean y'all are going to give me cirrhosis and make me spend money I don't have on gaming shit.
   
   
5. Y'all reading this. Where would I be if I didn't have this void to scream into?

Yeah I know that's more than five, but nyeh, deal with it - this way no one gets left out and no one gets hurt.

In other news, what a balls rainy and ugh Sunday! Still, the beginning half was good what with getting woken up by and hanging with kiddos, getting plastic on three out of four windows and introducing Kidzilla to Nemesis Factor, which for being six she ended up being reasonably good at once pushed to solve the puzzles on her own (she's got a bit of smart-kid syndrome going where she's so used to everything being easy that when something is actually difficult she gets lazy about it). And we ended up having to drive them back across the state tonight so there might have been four and a half hours in the car with cell23 in the torrential downpours just now. Luckily I've never really minded being in the car for long trips. I really think all those road trips Mom took me on as a kid did something to warp my psyche so that I really don't find being cooped up in the car for long periods of time very onerous at all. Meh who knows, who cares, home now.

Finished Mockingjay. Well. Um. Wow. Slow clap for Suzanne Collins there. That was a good series, I think someday I might have to own it. It reminded me, oddly enough, quite a bit of the Tripod Trilogy, which I loved reading as a kid and now kinda want to reread - alas I either lost my box set of those in the various breakups and moves, or misplaced them, as I haven't seen them in a while - might request them from the library while I'm on the reading kick. But not until after I get through the other two doorstops and the other book I've got checked out.

Other than a few scaly dry patches, I seem to be well and truly recovered from the chicken pox. Looks like I got it the worst on my left hand, right elbow, back, and oddly enough, my left middle toe seems to have been hit the worst of all, as it actually swelled to twice its size while I was sick and is still kinda nastily necrotic looking (it's not, it's just covered in kind of a carapace of dead skin right now - which is fascinatingly soothing to peel off in sheets. yes I realize this is gross and TMI but I figured it was a nice change from talking about poop. But anyway yeah. Oddly what seems to be helping the most with getting the last of the scaly bits to heal is slapping A&D ointment all over myself as memory and smell tolerance permit - the shit is wonderful and ngl, it does wonders for my skin even where it's not all weird from the pox, but I would love it if I didn't smell like fresh tattoo for an hour or so afterward.

I've gotten Kidzilla hooked on Dragon Cave. LOL.



So yeah... and the day ended with cell23 and I finding some Pepsi Throwback at the gas station by the Rt 2/202 junction, so it weren't all bad.

Bedtime for bonzo...