Lost in Place

Tell us about the very FIRST time you saw and/or talked to your current significant other.

So.... I really can't. Dan and I grew up in the same small town, went to all of the same schools so I know we knew of each other ages before we knew each other. Instead, all I have are some of the first memories I have of him. He says Chemistry when I was a junior in high school. All I remember about Chemistry is how much I hated it and how bad I was at it, not some geeky guy who would always try to sit by me. No, my first real memory of him was at the end of my junior year when I was half-assed running for Student Body President for my senior year. We were in debate together and he had the brilliant idea of doing something with my campaign slogan to do with Jessica Rabbit. I don't remember what it was, just that he made some fliers and posters with the association - whatever it was - and hung them around the school. That was when we first started to get to know each other. Then, school ended and I came back as a senior and got completely wrapped up in someone else, so much so that no one else or nothing else existed so I have no memory of him whatsoever til after I graduated and we started hanging out in the same circle of friends late in the summer. I remember going over to his house with friends to watch movies and we just started talking and totally missed the movies and pretty much forgot anyone else was there. Though it was still a while before anything went anywhere. When did I realize I liked him? "Liked him" liked him? When a mutual friend was being an ass and making fun of him for giving me concert tickets and Dan said, "If you saw how miserable she was every day, you'd do something just to put a smile on her face too." (Which totally wasn't true, he wouldn't have, he was my arch nemesis, he wouldn't have done anything to make me smile, though he did admit I was one of the only things he'd ever sell his soul for - so... whatever. But that's neither here nor there.) That's when I thought, "Huh, maybe there IS more to this guy." Good lord. That was 15 years ago.

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Out of the seven sins (Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, Pride) which one is your favorite and which one (if different) are you most guilty of? Same question with the seven virtues (Prudence, Justice, Restraint, Courage, Faith, Hope, Love).

My favorite sin would be Lust.
Desire. Want. Warped/heightened sense of need. What's not to love?

Hands-down, I am the most guilty of Envy.
It's a sickness. I want everything everyone else has, everything I can't have and I hate those who have it when I don't.

The Virtues is a little more difficult. My favorites, I think, are Courage and Love. Because I'm not really so great at those. I find them very admirable qualities in others because I am missing them. (No, I don't envy that, I respect it. There's a difference!) My daughter has certainly helped me with love, I've been getting much better at it. But I don't know that I will ever be as good as I want to be. I don't do too well with Restraint either but it's probably in last place if I were to prioritize the virtues. Prudence, Justice and Hope are probably the ones I am the best with. Sometimes I do wish that it were not so much the case, but they're good ones to have, I think. They've kept me out of a lot of trouble and I believe have made me a responsible person. I'm okay being the responsible one (now. Maybe not when I was younger. But I am now). Faith is one I wish I had more of. I'm just not sure in what.

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If you could go back to any point in your life - not to change anything but just to experience/enjoy it/whatever - again, when would it be?

I think it would be my senior year in high school. Not because high school was anything great, hello! It was high school. But because that's when I started to really figure out who I am. And I learned it was okay to worry about me and care about me and that it was okay to be a little selfish and to look out for myself and to truly stand up for myself. It was also the first time I really recognized - or acknowledged, maybe - what happiness felt like. It was a big issue for me that year for some reason. Very focused on how happy I was not. And then one night, after a long conversation about it with some friends, I remember driving around in the dark in a snow storm. The night was so bright and the world was covered in a fresh layer of bright white snow and in driving around in that, in seeing everything covered so perfectly and beautifully, I felt - maybe recognized - for the first time ever a feeling of complete content, that everything was okay and right and beautiful. Even me. To have that exact feeling again - ESPECIALLY right now - would be awesome. That was when I started the never-ending process of self-evaluation, of always searching for ways to make me better. And I realized it was okay if I cared about that, about me instead of everyone else first. It was the year I did the most growing up (though I am the first one to admit to the people I knew then that it certainly wasn't enough) and the most changing. There were a lot of wonderful things that happened that year, and a number of not so wonderful things as well. But I would go back to it just to remind myself when I need it that I am worth something, that I am good at something, that there simply is value there when I lose it. It's one time in my life that that all become very clear, very easily to me.

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What are your comfort foods? And why?

Comfort food? I'm not much of a "comfort food" person. I'm more of a food is comfort type person. (Can't yah tell?!?) Seriously, I try to think of a food that I associate with comfort, one that reminds me of childhood or home, or just that old comfy-home-cookin' feeling and I think Cracker Barrell. But I think that's more advertising. I don't even like most the food there. Spaghetti maybe? It was one of my favorite foods growing up. No! I know! Tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. With pickles. That's it. Nothing is better on a rainy, gloomy, fall day. Of course, it sounds absolutely terrible right now, but pretty sure, the next time I'm bored on a cold, rainy day, that'll be exactly what I want.

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Here I go again. And this time - I *will* get caught up!

"Write a letter of apology to someone who you've wronged any time in the past."

This is such a good question and I have had weeks to think about it and I just cannot come up with an answer I feel is as good an answer as the question deserves. Though I am sure there is a large (very large - I probably can't count that high large) number of letters of apology I could and probably should write.

Dear Shane,

I know you miss us. I know we had all just started to become really good friends. I wish we didn't have to move away too. I am sorry we left you out there alone. I'm sorry we let you guys get so close to Madeleine and then just ripped her away from you. And I'm really sorry I suck at conversation so I never IM you and you think you've been completely abandoned and forgotten. You'll never be forgotten. Though I can't promise about the abandoned, I kind of suck at being a good friend.

Dear Dan,

I'm really sorry you didn't get what you wanted yesterday. I'm also sorry you're in there watching a movie alone because you think this TV is too small and I think that couch isn't comfy and would rather stay in here and type silly blog posts. (Also, it's a sad movie and I don't like sad movies, sorry.)

To Just About Every Friend I've Ever Had,

I wish I were better at being a friend than I am. I'm sorry I so easily let myself fall away and the friendship die. That I am not willing to take the time and initiative to keep the friendship going - especially now that it's so easy, given email and instant messaging. I don't even have to pick up the phone or leave my house and I still can't make the effort. And I'm especially sorry to those of you from whom I've just walked away without any notice or explanation or anything. Especially when you were very, very close friends. I'm just not very good at small talk or initiating or carrying conversations. I'm really kind of boring and I let it get the best of me. Even at the cost of some amazing people. I deeply apologize for that. I am trying to work on it. I know it's a little late for some but hopefully it prevents others.

And lastly,

Dear Mom and Dad,

Holy Toledo. I am SO very sorry for all the ridiculously STUPID things I did growing up. I know I've said it before and I know I'll say it a million more times. More to hopefully avoid karma than anything, really! But man, I am sure sorry for all the unnecessary insanity and chaos and drama I caused in my youth. Aren't you so glad (and completely and totally surprised and shocked all to hell) that I turned out so well? (Who'd have ever guessed?? Not you, that's for sure.)

With deepest regret and apologies to you all,

Kim

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If given the opportunity to relive your life, what would you change?

The list I could make here would be huge. I'm not one of those people to tout "I have no regrets," or "everything I've done has led me to where I am so I wouldn't change a thing." Load of crap. There will always be things I wish I could change, no matter where it landed me in the end.

I wouldn't have flaked out and given up during the National Qualifying debate tournament my senior year.
I wouldn't have cared so much about what people thought of me because those people don't matter in the long run anyway.
I wouldn't have left Salt Lake the first time I moved out there.
I wouldn't have just walked away from countless friendships and people because it wasn't easy or convenient for me.
I wouldn't have completely destroyed the entire rest of my life the summer of '97.
I wouldn't have waited so long to have kids.
I wouldn't have quit school without getting the damn degree I've probably paid for three times over by not getting one.
I wouldn't let myself get beaten down time and time again.
I would have traveled a whole lot more when I was a whole lot younger.
I would let toxic relationships die.
I would be more honest and speak my mind a whole lot more.
I would tell people how I really feel, not what they want to hear or are afraid of hearing.
I would have wasted a lot less time in an absolutely miserable situation because I was terrified of the alternative (hey, I'm there now and it's not so bad. I wasted 6 months for that.)

But the number one thing I would change if given the chance to go back and do so - I know there are a lot of answers I should have for this, and there are some answers some people would say would be better - but the one thing I would change, in a heartbeat, given everything else that has happened (read: stupid decisions I've made), I NEVER would have left my job in March.

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What is one personal characteristic you have that you would like to change?

Negative. Angry. Untrusting. Judgmental. Worrier. Whiner. Allow myself to be taken advantage of. Allow myself to be manipulated. Lacking ambition. Non-committal. No will-power. Procrastinator. Hypocritical. Bitchy. Impatient. Unrealistic expectations. Inconsiderate. Push-over. Paranoid.

Oh. Wait.

Just one?

That one would be how indecisive I am.

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If your life were a TV Show or Movie, what would it be and why?

I am going to finally try to get caught up on these. It's been a while. There are a few to get through. Bear with me.

Way back when this question was asked, my answer was The Devil Wears Prada. However, now, I'm going to have to go with Nightmare Before Christmas.

I know, you're thinking, "huh? how?"

I hear this question at least 500 times a day.

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I think I threw this question out there just so I could go on and on about my new favorite show on television. And that show would be Top Gear. I know! Who'd have ever guessed - me? a car show? No way! Well, I'm here to tell you, oh, yes, WAY. Probably just because I have a bit of a crush on Richard Hammond. (Of course that would be the reason, it couldn't possibly have anything to do with the fact that I've laughed so hard while watching it that I've cried or that they had David Tennant as a guest or that they do some really stupid amazing things with moving vehicles.)

As for my answer... When I dream, I tend to dream BIG. And I mean REALLY big. If it's a dream, why the hell not go all out, right?

Let's talk fast, sexy, absolutely-nothing-subtle-about-it-whatsoever, sleek, did I mention fast? Or sexy? I did? Well let's make sure it's completely clear. Fast. Sexy. Okay, we can move on then.

First up is the Bugatti Veyron. On first thought, you know, it really is incredibly ugly. But there is something so very sexy and simply mean-looking about this car. And I love it.

If you're going to see these cars, you need to see what they can do. Plain and simple. (Youtube has disabled embedding for the videos, but I promise, they're so very worth it.)

Next is the Ferrari F430. Simply (no, there's nothing "simple" about it) sleek and sexy.

Then the Maserati Quattroporte. Look! Sleek and sexy and a family car! What? It has 4 doors!

The McLaren F1 was my very first "dream car." I loved this car long before I even met my husband (the only reason I know a Ford from a Chevy or a Ferrari from a Porsche (okay, that's a slight exaggeration but I think you get the idea)). This was the first car I saw and thought, "Holy WOW! That's beautiful!"

No, not all of my "dream cars" cost more than the GNP of some countries. There is the Chrysler Crossfire. It's pretty down to earth and yet still sleek and a little sexy.

And there's Eleanor. A 1967 Shelby GT500. Mmmmm... yeah.

And, last, but not least. There's this:

Oh? Why, yes. That *is* my car. Of all the cars out there, in the "real world," (meaning: the world in which a real human could actually AFFORD the car) this is the one I would want to own. And I do. And I love it just as much as I thought I would. Even a year later. Even on days when I think, "I really don't need this car. It can't be *that* great," I see one driving by me and think, "WOW! I really like that car!" Then realize that's what I'm driving and all is right in the world.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go hang my head in shame. I am not a car person. I'm not... I'M NOT! I swear!

Crap.

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Tell us about at least 1 religion, other than your own, you respect and why.

I don't respect "religions." What I do respect are the people in religions who love it and live it for the spirit of it instead of those people who use it as an excuse to look down on and judge others. (Same goes for those who aren't a religion but do the same thing to those who are) Being respectful and love thy neighbor and do unto others is going to get a whole lot more converts than being an arrogant, self-righteous, holier than thou ass no matter what religion you follow. But (in the words of Dennis Miller) that's just my opinion, I could be wrong...

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We got a bit off schedule. Instead of going a week without a question, a "filler" question was thrown out for us. Following on the coattails of Shane's last question...

If you were going to cheat, with what celebrity/famous person (ONLY) would it be?

So that would be Duchonvy (lay off the jokes already! I'm traumatized here! He's not perfect? What *is* this world coming to? I maybe don't want to know!), Grohl, Boreanaz, Tennant for the Davids. And Diesel for the Vin.

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If you caught your spouse cheating on you, would you forgive them and remain married?
What if it had been going on for years?
What if they continued after you caught them?

My knee-jerk reaction to this one was simply to respond with, "maybe. no. and no" - leave it at that and move on to the next post.

Then I thought about "accidentally" misinterpreting the word "cheating" and just playing it off as fun. But I'm a rule follower and it's very clear in the question exactly what it means and how dare I break a rule!

And now, thinking about it even more, I think "wouldn't breaking a silly rule be easier than actually publicly discussing infidelity/adultery?" That should show you how anal I am about following the rules. (I'm a pansy.)

So without further ado, and ducking since I am sure there will be swipes taken from somewhere, I'll cave and actually answer the question.

Let's start with the "maybe." "Maybe" is to the 'remain married' part, not the 'forgive' part. I'd like to think I could forgive, but I know I couldn't forget and I really think the two have to exist together to be complete. Over a very long time, I think things could be okay, that life could be normal again. If you could ever get to the point of trusting again. Which goes back the forgiving and forgetting part. And once the seed of doubt is planted, I'm not really sure it ever goes away. I don't know, I've never really been exactly *there.* (That's not to say I have no experience with this topic and am just making things up as I go. Unfortunately, I probably have a lot more experience than most.) I can say what has happened in the past and I can say what I expect for the future but until I'm in the thick of it, I really have no idea. Circumstances, I'm tellin' yah!

However, I can and will say if it had been going on for years, whether it was over now or not, that creates a complete mistrust in the basic foundation of the entire relationship. That would be much, much more difficult to overcome - to pick up the pieces and try to move forward together. I think the entire idea of remaining together is based on a want - would you want to? At that point, no, I would not "want" to. I'd probably only want to throw a few really big boots at his head.

Which is sunshine and rainbows compared to what I would "want" to do if it continued after the fact. The sheer physical emotion something like this creates is so powerful and so consuming, there's no telling what would happen. When children are involved, it makes it even worse. It's easy to say, without children, I'd walk. And I would. I'd simply make that a rule from the beginning so I didn't have to think about it when/if the time came. But throw kids in to the mix and it makes everything more difficult. This piece of the scenario - not cool and not worth it. So, no. This piece gets a definite "no."

And just because I'm already putting way more out there than I am really comfortable, I'll go a step further and add that I think there are different types of cheating, different "degrees," if you will. And aside from those relationships that are "open" (I'm kind of getting tired of quotation marks, by the way), I think all lead to destruction, mistrust, and a breakdown of the basics of a relationship. Staying means working your ass off to build that back up. Staying, I think, is harder than walking away. Staying, regardless of the type of cheating, takes a whole lot of guts and strength. And, in some cases, I just really don't think I have that much.

In the same vein, I think you can't possibly know how you would react, because really, who in their mind "sets out" to cheat in the first place? Everyone says, "I would never cheat." They don't know that. Just as you can't know how you'll feel when someone does.

(Call me a hypocrite all you want. But people grow and people change and people can learn and gain new perspective. That's all I'm sayin'.)

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If you had to choose, would you rather give up your sight or your hearing? Why?

I have to examine everything before I touch it. In case there is a bug on it. I think that pretty much holds my answer.

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"What is your earliest childhood memory?"

There are a number of them and I don't know which one is actually the "earliest" so I will share a few of them.

All happened in Germany so they took place between the ages of 2 and 4. I don't recall these memories from stories I have been told or pictures I have seen but I remember these things actually happening. I don't remember much from my life but these will stay with me forever. Read on and you'll quite likely see why...

My parents left me with one of their friends while they went out for the night. He took me out on his balcony with my "bapper" (pacifier for those of you not "in the know") in my mouth. He pulled it from my mouth and said, "You don't need this anymore." With that, he threw it over the edge of the balcony and it was gone.

The next two stories are both recounted here. The giant story is told in full but let me elaborate on the dog story a bit... It's true, I hate going to sleep at nights. I just might miss something. I've been that way all my life. Of course, once I get to sleep, boy, do I hate waking up. When I was little, my parents tried EVERYTHING. Including terrible, awful, you shouldn't tell a child because it will scar them for life threats. There were two large dogs that lived in the apartment above ours. I used to remember what kind of dogs they were but that part of the memory has finally faded. We would pass them in the stairwells during the day. Pretty sure they were both bigger than I was at the time. So some nights, when I absolutely refused to go to sleep and was making life miserable for everyone, my parents would use the dogs as motivators. It rarely worked. While you may think that's a terrible thing to do to a child, shut up, who doesn't tell horrible stories to children at one time or another? I got over it. And now think it's funny as hell. Great story to give my parents a hard time about any and every chance I get.

My grandma came to visit once while we lived over there and she took my mom to Paris with her. I was so angry. First, she was taking my mom away. But second, and most importantly, they were going to see the "big building" and *I* wanted to see it! They were going without me and I would miss out! The "big building?" The Eiffel Tower. And I'm still, to this day, bitter that I didn't get to go see the "big building." (Likely because it's the only chance I would ever get in my life and they STOLE it from me! How rude, right? Can you imagine traveling like that with a toddler?? Yeah. Me neither anymore.) After they returned, we set out on a camping trip. We were driving a van, going to a few different countries, seeing sights and camping at nights. I remember Madurodam in Amsterdam very well. I was bigger than the planes! It was so very cool. I remember something about wooden shoes in Holland. I remember fishing. But mostly (and here it is again, the parents traumatizing the poor little girl who can't won't sleep) I remember the van breaking down and we had to spend the night in a field on some guy's farm and my parents told me that if I didn't go to sleep, the farmer was going to come get me.

Yeah, these are my earliest memories. Fun stuff, huh? And I wonder why I can be such a nutjob at times...

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What 5 material things (so not kids, spouses, money, etc. I am talking about real tangibles) would you not want to live without?

We just spent a month not living in our own house (some wonderful friends took pity on us and allowed us to house sit for them while they were away). That was a real eye-opener as to what we *really* need and what we really don't. (I am terribly, pathetically materialistic.) There were a number of things at home I missed, my crafting things, my Tivo'd shows, the entirety of my wardrobe, checking my mail every day. But honestly, I wasn't heartbroken over not having any of them. As a matter of fact, it was almost refreshing not having it all. Not that I want anything to happen to my stuff, of course! I'm still a materialistic nutjob. But if I had to narrow "stuff" down to five things, I think I could safely go with these five:

McZoomy. Must have my car. Love my car.

Internet Access/Email. Doesn't even have to be my computer, just as long as I have access to be able to stay in touch with my people. (Almost all of which live thousands of miles away. A few exceptions being 50+. But no one right close, so yeah, I need a way to communicate with the world. Which also leads me to the next item:)

My cell phone. See reasoning above. Also because I just KNOW one of these days I'm going to run out of gas or have some sort of problem and am going to need to call someone to come rescue me. Been there, done that. All too many times.

My photographs. I know, this could technically be considered "thousands of things" but I have a really horrible memory and the only thing tying me to some are my pictures.

My camera. See: My photographs. Though, in truth, I have a pretty decent one on my phone so I could group this one with that one which would make room for this:

The absolute coolest gift I have ever been given and even though it's tucked away in it's box for now (stupid house. Sell already!), if I had to pick one completely frivolous thing to add to this list, it would be this. (Oh crap, that spot should probably be saved for the vase Dan gave me at our wedding. I'd have to flip a coin!)

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Last week, I asked what I thought was a fairly decent, thought-provoking, yet somewhat easy question. Until I sat down and thought it through in trying to answer it for myself. I asked everyone to give us their Top 5 books. I didn't specify category - whether it be their favorites, the 5 that most influenced them, the 5 that were the biggest waste of time, it was up to the writer to choose. I (am now thinking, stupidly) decided to go with the 5 that left a big impression on me, that changed me or my perception of things in some way. (And I am really hoping by the end of this, I will have written myself in to 5 because going in, I am only at 4 and it's a cheating 4.)

5. The Pokey Little Puppy
I remembered nothing about this story until I started reading it to my daughter. I just remember it being my favorite book from my childhood because it was puppies. It was what made me like animals. It was, I believe, what made me grow up to be a dog-person. And, anyone who knows me now, knows I am always late for everything, so I guess it's fitting in that regard as well.

4. Knight in Rusty ArmorThere is one line from this book that pops in to my head randomly and frequently. "When you learn to accept, instead of expect, you'll have fewer disappointments." Yeah, I'm still working on that. I think it was this book that started my never-ending self-evaluations and my neurotic desire to always try to figure myself out. That and it was just simple and silly and I'm all about the simple and silly.

Continue reading "Project Say Something: I Need to Read More" »

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"We all have our pet peeves that drive us nuts... give us a few of yours."

We've established I'm a bit neurotic and a little nuts. It goes without saying then that I have a million little pet peeves. Of course I couldn't list them all even if I could think of them all. So I'm just going to spout off a few and leave it at that.

When people don't bother to tell you that they aren't going to talk to you anymore. So you just keep trying wondering what the heck is happening.

When people who stop talking to you give no explanation or reason.

When people don't respond to email, whether it be actual response or even just simple acknowledgement. Sure, some don't require either, but most do. Geeze.
(Are you sensing some abandonment issues here?)

Clothes hung on hangers backwards. Or the wrong color of hanger. Or the hanger is put on the rack in the wrong direction.

Items not folded identically in a drawer or pile.

When someone stands on the left of the escalator. (Especially when it's right next to the signs telling you, "Stand on the right. Walk on the left.")

When someone uses the knife with peanut butter still on it to get the jelly out.

When the foods on my plate touch. Foods cannot touch!

Empty (or not) soda cans and water bottles strewn about everywhere.

Garbage that's not in a garbage can.

Not using spell check.

Toilet paper on the holder backwards.

People who stop dead in their tracks without paying any attention to what is going on around them.

Mean people. Inconsiderate people. Unkind people. Disrespectful people.

When making a list of things that annoy you and you know you have some really good ones but you just cannot think of them to save your life. Yeah, that's my biggest pet peeve of all.

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Tell us about the last time you did something really stupid.

Oh there are so many things swirling around in my head in answer to this question. The one I really want to put out there, I can’t. I made an agreement with myself when I created this website that I wouldn’t cross a certain line that has left other peoples’ lives in disarray after having crossed it themselves.* So my real answer – my good answer is left in the shadows. That doesn’t mean I don’t have another million stupid things I’ve done that I can put out there. For instance, I drove 40 minutes to sit on a train for 45 minutes to sit at work for less than 4 hours to sit on a train for 45 minutes and then drive 40 minutes (Why does any sane person spend as much time commuting as they do at work?) just today! Then there was last night when I though, “Hey! I can sleep in a bit in the morning, I might actually get a bit of sleep tonight!” And instead, stayed up til well passed 1 AM and ended up getting just as little sleep as every other night. In addition to that, today I drove to the metro stop on no gas. How exactly am I supposed to get from the metro stop to the gas station? Not really sure. No, I can call my actions like I see ‘em – just plain stupid. I may or may not regret them, I may or may not learn from them but I sure can claim them for what they are. And I am completely okay with that. Because I promise you, they’ll never stop coming.

*You really wanna know? You'll have to ask.

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“Think back to when MTV actually played music videos. Tell us about 3 of your favorite videos.”

MTV used to play music videos? You mean, it hasn’t always been really bad reality TV?

I was a 120 Minutes girl. I stayed up way too late on Sunday nights to catch the “alternative” videos. Nights I couldn’t make it up that late (that should have been every one as Sunday nights were school nights but I’m a night owl, an insomniac, sleep is for wussies and who cares if I am barely conscious during first period I MUST get my weekly video fix), I would videotape it. I was more a fan of the “new wave” alternative videos than of the “industrial” alternative videos. Though looking back now, I probably like the then-considered industrial bands more than the new wave ones. Go figure.

I really don’t remember the videos. (That’s a theme in my life, I remember nothing. About anything. Ever.) To randomly pick three, I would go with three of The Cure - Just Like Heaven, In Between Days, and Hot, Hot, Hot.

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In honor of the upcoming summer season and considering the high price of gas, most of us won't be taking road trips for a while. So pretend that gas is $2.00 a gallon and describe your ideal U.S. road trip (or one you had in the past that was a favorite).

This is a funny question to ask the girl who commutes for 5 hours a day. And yet, with as much time as I spend on the road, in the car, I would completely welcome a road trip. I love road trips. I do not love having to wake up at 5 in the morning to drive 3 hours to go to work, there is no fun in that.

My ideal road trip would be one up through New England - preferably in the Fall. Vermont, Connecticut, as long as I end up in Maine... No idea why but I’ve wanted to go to Maine for as long as I can remember. I thought moving to the East Coast would give me the chance to do that and then gas prices sky rocketed. Stinkin’gas prices. They ruin everything! (Have I mentioned my commute??)

We’ve taken quite a few road trips in our day and I don’t know that I could pick just one as a favorite. In Utah, we would road trip to Vegas and California rather often and oh, how I miss that. Whether it was just the two of us or with a group of friends, I always really enjoyed those. Last summer, we took a road trip to Nebraska. With a one-year old in the back seat. Most people would cringe and run from that. I absolutely loved it. Yeah, it got boring and frustrating and she hated being strapped in to her seat for such long periods at a time but all-in-all, we had a really great time. I hope, as she gets older, that’s something we can continue to do. Let her see the country.

One I did not like, however, was the time we drove from Utah to Virginia. Yeah. Not a fan of that one. We had the two dogs with us, we were trying to do it as quickly and inexpensively as possible and let me tell you, it was AWFUL! We ended up having to drive through the night because there were absolutely NO hotel rooms available along I-80 anywhere in Ohio. Ohio is a big, long, nasty state. I say “we” – I mean, of course, Dan. He did all that driving. All day, all night and in to the next morning. (I did drive for a couple of hours but it was nothing compared to him having to drive through the night. No idea how he does that.) I’d rather not do that drive again. Unless we were not on quite as tight of a schedule and could take our time and enjoy the sights and make a few stops here and there. Because pushing that hard to get across the country is well, plain CRAZY. (Yes, I’m talking to you, husband who drove the entire drive, alone, in what? two days because you’re flat out NUTS!)

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"Your own, personal all-time Oscars. Best Actor ever, Best Actress ever, Best Film ever. And, of course, why?"

I always have decent answers to my own questions when I ask them. But when I sit down to type out an answer, I completely forget anything I may have been thinking when I thought I had a good answer. But who cares because I am caught up! That’s right, this is this week’s question and I am right on schedule. Let’s see how long I can keep it that way.

Best Actor: While not an actual “fan” of Daniel Day-Lewis, I would have to agree with Amy. The man completely reinvents himself for every role he plays. The first movie I ever saw him in was Last of the Mohicans and who could deny his hotness in that movie? Seriously. (Even if you’re a guy and you think you could, you are so lying.) Oh? Wait - this is about hotness? Who knew? (Of course, I knew!) But then the next time I saw him, it was for In the Name of the Father and I thought, “Man, who made that screw-up? That is NOT Daniel Day-Lewis.” Sure enough, it was. And every role I’ve seen him in since the first one, he has been – not only character but appearance and mannerisms and everything – completely different. And each and every time he pulls it off so well. So as far as the “craft” goes, he’d be my vote. But I don’t necessarily “like” him. In which case it would be Sean Connery. (Maybe I *didn't* know it wasn't about hotness.)

Best Actress: I cannot bring myself to choose the same person as someone else again. Let alone the same person as two other people have chosen so far. So, I’m sorry Meryl Streep, while you would have my slot, I just have to mix it up a bit. But see, I’m not sure with whom I would replace her. Probably Glenn Close. Like Meryl Streep and Daniel Day-Lewis, she has such a large array of completely different characters all of which she does so very well. But I watched Damages. And it kind of made me hate her. Which is exactly what it was supposed to do. She’s very good at the role – which is just another example of her greatness. And I know you can’t like every character an actor plays, it’s kind of the point of acting. Normally I would answer this question quickly with "Nicole Kidman," hands down. But for me to really feel like that, I need to not have serious issues with something they’re doing personally. She is a beautiful, amazingly talented, actress. Who is quickly becoming plastic. That is a big black mark in my book, she's much too beautiful on her own to need to go plastic. I know, it has nothing to do with her talent as an actress – but it’s part of her person. And I am sure Meryl Streep and Glen Close are not completely natural either – but they don’t look “altered.” So I can’t bring myself to say Nicole. So, yeah, I’ll go with Glenn I guess.

Best Film: Amelie. It’s simple. It’s beautiful. It’s playful. And it’s happy.

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What is your favorite room/area of your house and why… Please include photo if you can.

I think she asked this question just to taunt and ridicule me. And then I waited until this week to answer it to torture myself. (I’m having an exceptionally rough week trying to deal with the fact that this house is just never going to sell.) My favorite room/area of my house is whichever makes it freaking SELL! So right now, they’re all blacklisted because they’re not helping me!

If I did have to give exception to one room for the sake of this post, it would be my daughter’s room. It’s the most “put together” room in the house. If you can call it even that. Since we’re trying to sell it, nothing is personalized, nothing is decorated, nothing is anything. It’s just stark, boring, plain, imagine YOUR things here, lame. I’ve tried to leave Madeleine’s room a little “lived in.” It’s kind of cute. But it’s more than that. I want to get all sentimental and sappy and say it’s just about the fact that it’s my child’s room and there’s something special about that but that’s not it either. It does have something to do with that though, I think. It’s just an incredibly comfortable, comforting room. I have always loved that room of the house. Even though it’s the brightest and hottest room we have. Despite my love for it, it still doesn’t get taken off the shit-list just yet. Nope. Not til that house sells. Or rents. Or something. Someone, somewhere, any where out there in the Universe, PLEASE take my house!!!! (Do I sound desperate? Do I? Because I AM!)

Anyway, pictures:

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Tell us about the worst, most awkward, most embarrassing or most messed-up date you've ever been on.

I didn’t have a good answer when this question was asked. Dan tried to give me a few stories but they just didn’t fit for me. The only one that kept popping in to my head was – I believe it was maybe – Prom when I was a sophomore in high school. I wanted to go to the dance, of course. But not exactly with the guy who had asked. I was only 15 and my family had the “can’t date until you’re 16” rule. I tried to use that as a weasely way out of it but the boy was in my grandma’s ward and she liked him so she approved. So apparently, if Grandma approves, it’s okay to break the rules. Now that I think about it, just about every high school dance I went to as a “date” was awkward or weird or just plain “huh??” in some way. Is that the case for everyone? Please tell me it is! Anyway, back to the story – yeah, dance was awkward and weird and I had nothing to talk about despite the fact we were doubling with my best friend and her date. (Which, I believe, was just as awkward as mine if I recall correctly.) I guess I could say the moral of the story is don’t go to a dance with the boy if you don’t actually “like” the boy. But I don’t think that’s a good moral and I don’t think that’s a good piece of advice, because yah just never know.

Oh! Another date that every single person who knows me now will think is incredibly awkward and weird but I thought was one of the most fun things I’ve ever done (another dance story, yes) is junior year when I went to Prom with my date and two of the seminary teachers and their wives (a couple of other high school couples as well). We had dinner in the seminary building, all fancy-schmancy (it was really nice – done by the teachers’ wives, of course) and then played the game Sardines in the seminary building between dinner and the dance. One of the teachers’ wives was looking for people in the men’s room and ended up putting her hand in a urinal. No idea why I remember that. It’s still funny. Though it’s probably more because of who she was than the event itself. So yeah, I’m sure if we were sitting around telling date stories and I told that one, people would think it’s exceptionally odd, some maybe would even consider it “messed-up.”

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Ages and ages ago a number of questions were asked. I am a lazy slacker and kindly ignored them (in some cases, hoping they would go away as I have no answers worth sharing). They didn’t go away and now I am extremely behind. Now it is time to play catch-up.

You are stranded on an island and will be there for six months. What three things do you want to have with you? (They can't be people, food or electronic devices.)

Toothpaste
Toothbrush
Sunscreen

What you expected me to be clever enough to bring things to help me survive?? Without a toothbrush, I don’t know that I’d want to!

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If you were running for President, what would your policies be and what would you say to get elected?

I would love to give some intelligent, insightful, knock your socks off answer. I can't. This question is next to impossible for me to answer. So you’re going to get a really crap answer. I’m kinda not sorry.

For starters, I never talk politics. It, like religion and money, are so subjective, so personal that I don’t feel I need to throw it out there for public fodder when it is *my* opinion and I don’t really care to have you tell me how wrong I am. Because I think you’re just as wrong. And no one wins. And feelings just get hurt and relationships damaged and so I just choose to sit back and keep my mouth shut.

Secondly, I work here. No way in hell would I consider running for President. I see how the people in this town are and no thank you! (That’s not to say they’re all bad – some of them are delightful. But certainly not all.)

Thirdly, I had a running joke with a friend in high school that if either of us ran for President, the other one would bring up all the torrid details of our past lives to ensure we never got elected. I would hope he would keep his end of the bargain! (Just because I really, really, really can’t imagine ever wanting to be President.)

And lastly, most importantly, I am not a well-educated-on-politic-policies person. Sure, there are some of which I am well-informed and quite passionate about but I am not wrapped up with every little detail. I can barely stand to face the woes of my own life. No way would I be in the position to handle them for an entire country. And having that much responsibility? Ha! I’d go mad. Hey, maybe that’s what happens each time…..

I just don't do politics. I had my fill years ago and got pretty burned out.

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There used to be a joke in my family that it was a good thing I had physical proof that there was a brain in my head (MRIs, CT scans, etc) because otherwise there would be some serious doubt. (It was a joke – we all knew it. *I* knew it. Chill. I’m not permanently scarred because my family picked on me.) Sometimes I’m not the brightest bulb in the box. Choosing the topic for the week this week was one of those times.

I say, “Hit random on your iPod and list the next 12 songs.” Except that… I don’t think I even HAVE 12 songs on my iPod. If I do, it’s not many more than that. Right now all I have are the one-offs from CDs I wanted to get rid of but liked one or two songs from so kept those. So where’s the fun in that? The diversity? Nowhere, I tell you. But! I asked the question, I’ll play along. (Had I been smart about it had any time whatsoever, I would have quickly added a whole bunch of stuff like I need to anyway. Someday I’ll get to it.)

So my totally lame, lack of any musical diversity or good taste whatsoever, list:

1. (Can’t You) Trip Like I Do – Filter/Crystal Method
2. Falling Slowly – Glen Hansard & Marketa Irglova
3. Maria - Blondie
4. Not an Addict – K’s Choice
5. Return to Me – Dean Martin
6. RPM – Sugar Ray
7. Salvation - Cranberries
8. That’s How You Know – Enchanted Soundtrack
9. Wild Horses – The Sundays
10. 16 Horses – Soul Coughing
11. One – Foo Fighters
12. Cell Block Tango – Chicago Soundtrack

Wow. This really makes it look like I have completely crap taste in music. (While some may believe that really is the case) I swear this is not a good reflection of what I really do listen to. I just wanted to get rid of most of those CDs but liked a song here and there. I so need to go update my iTunes……

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If you had a patronus what would yours be and why?

A Doberman Pinscher.

Because wow! are they stunning. And ferocious if they need to be.

But that’s not really why. Mostly just because it’s an incredibly beautiful dog.

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Do you believe in Fate? How has it impacted (or not) your life?

I don’t think I do. The idea that things are pre-destined, that no matter what choice is made, the outcome is set in stone, I just can’t buy it. I can’t buy into “everything happens for a reason” in small, stupid things (like my stupid house not selling for 15 freaking months!!!), I certainly can’t jump on for the big things. I don’t have much more of an answer than that, really. I can’t say that it does or doesn’t impact my life because I just don’t pay enough attention (to that or much else – I’m a bit of a space-case if you didn’t already know). It’s a romantic idea (and not just the romantic version of fate), but not one that I can stand behind.

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If you could wake up tomorrow having gained one ability or quality, what would it be?

Well, time travel.

But really - patience, understanding and the ability to not freak out over the stupidest, most ridiculous, harmless things. I am a drama queen. I am a glass half-empty. I am an avid subscriber to Murphy's Law. I am an emotional basket-case. Therefore, it's in my nature to freak out over every single thing. I'd like the ability to not have to do that anymore. It's exhausting.

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"You have the chance to cure the world of Cancer or AIDS or stop the violence in Africa or Israel/Palestine...which would you choose, and why?"
Cancer.

No matter what you do, no matter what precautions you take, cancer can still sneak up on you and kick your ass. No matter who you are or where you are. There is no preventing, no predicting, no choice you make will impact the outcome. (Of course, you can choose to help it along – smoking, tanning – but for the most part, you won’t have a clue.)

My answer surprises me actually. I have always had a form of compassion for the AIDS epidemic, it has quite an effect on my emotions and my heart goes out to anyone who is a victim of it. And women and children of war – I can’t even begin to go into the emotions there. And of course they can’t help where they are, they didn’t choose it. But other humans did. Cancer picks its victims so blindly. It closes its eyes and points, “you, you and well… maybe not you, but oh yes, definitely you.” I guess I always feel better when there are “reasons” for things. Diseases that have no reason are the most difficult to bear. So I choose cancer.

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You've been given the chance to take one trip through time - backward or forward. Where do you go, what do you do, and of course, why?

There are two ways I should answer this question.

The first:
I would travel back in time and somehow change the stupid-ass decisions I made that I am still paying for today. But I am pretty sure that would Marty McFly my baby and I just don’t feel like doing that. I kinda worship her.

The second:
I HATE surprises. I read spoilers to all my TV shows. I often read the last page of a book. I hate getting gifts without knowing in advance what they are. So, naturally, I would want to fast-forward to see what happens for me/my kids/my grandkids in the future. But I don’t think I could come back and live now knowing what the actual future-that-matters holds. No, not a matter of think, I couldn’t.

Just the other day, I posted that if I could go back in time, I'd undo this job decision I made. Still tempting, but not my answer.

So my answer, if I could take one trip through time, I would go to 18th Century France and steal me some dresses!

*Don’t know what the TARDIS is?? Well, you’re missing out!

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Okay. I cannot put off answering this question any longer. I get stumped and my brain can’t move forward with anything else until I finish it. I have put off answering it because every time I have the chance to answer it, I’m not at home and of course, all of my recipes are at home. So: Last week’s question (nothing like being way behind, eh?)…

What is your favorite home cooked meal/why... and what is your favorite recipe (please include it).

My favorite home-cooked meal would be Dan’s steak. Some friends call it the orgasma-steak and while I don’t know that I would go that far, it’s really damn good. I don’t know what he does to it, it never turns out the same way twice. But the common themes are: filet minon, Montreal steak seasoning, red wine, blue cheese, bacon, and other things I am sure I am forgetting since he hasn’t made it in AGES. That paired with bacon-wrapped asparagus and whatever potatoes he chooses to make – yum. (Orgasma-steak? More like heart attack on a plate now that I think about it.) The number one reason it’s my favorite meal? It means I didn’t have to make dinner.

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In the story of your life, who plays The Hero, The Villain and The Trusty Sidekick?

I knew my answer to this question the second I read it. Why it’s taken me a week and a half to actually type it up, I have no idea… (Well, yes, I do. Starting a new job is a bit nerve-wracking and distracting.)

I’ve spent that time explaining to Dan that HE is my villain. And it may be a surprise to some, but that’s just not true. Nope. He’s actual the hero of the story if you can believe that. The uber-villain would be - well - me. I am a professional self-saboteur, an expert in complicating absolutely everything, and quite talented at being completely crazy most of the time. “You are your own worst enemy?” I take that to an extreme. He talks me down, he rationalizes me, he reminds me that I am just kind of a dork who really needs to CHILL. There are days when I can barely function because of some stupid commotion going on in my brain and all he has to do is talk to me (or look at me like I really am the biggest idiot in all the land) and everything settles down. He keeps me grounded.

The trusty side-kick in my craziness? That would be my sister. No question. I can count on her for anything and everything and she’s always along for the ride. And boy, do I make it a loopy one for her. Though she did literally save my life once, so maybe *she* should be the hero of my story?

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Why is it, my sister’s questions always make me rethink how I do things? How rude.

“Your house, containing everything you own, catches fire; after saving your loved ones, you have time to safely make a final dash to save any ONE item. What would it be?”

I have to admit, all of my life I have had an intense fear of my house burning down. Yes, I’m materialistic, but that’s not it. It’s the sentimentality of it all. Though, right now, if I my stuff were out of the house, I’d say sayonara, sucker! Burn, baby, burn! I’d finally be able to get out of the damn thing. (I am KIDDING! I do not want my house to burn down with or without my stuff. Okay, universe? Did you get that disclaimer? It was a joke!)

But if it did, and my stuff was going up in flames with it, I would be screwed because the one thing I know I would want to go back in and get is up the stairs, around the banister, down the hall and in the very back bedroom. Yes, I would be going down with the house if I went back in for it. This is where my sister has made me rethink how I do things.

I would want to save my binder of CDs that have all of my pictures on them. Sure, I would be losing all the pictures before I went digital but these are Madeleine’s entire life. I’m sure there should be something else I would rather save, but that’s the only thing I can really come up with right now. So instead of storing them in the worst possible place in the house, I have decided to move them to the bookshelves in the front room. With my camera. So I can cheat. If I have time to grab one, I have time to grab the other. Which means I might as well store my computer there too. And the baby books. And my jewelry. And shoes. And… I’m kidding. Really just the pictures. The memories.

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Amy stole her questions from Inside the Actor's Studio this time around. Which? Brilliant. I love how "word-association" -like they make them.

What is your favorite word?
Onomatopoeia

What is your least favorite word?
Fart (seriously, I hate that word)

What turns you on creatively, spiritually or emotionally?
Intelligence. Cleverness.

What turns you off creatively, spiritually or emotionally?
Close-mindedness

What sound or noise do you love?
Ocean. Children's laughter

What sound or noise do you hate?
LOUD

What is your favorite curse word?
My mom,grandma and mother-in-law read this site so I naively swore to myself I would not use that word on my site. Which truly kills me a lot of days. (It is afterall, my favorite. And just flows so easily and works so well with so many things.) It's the one that starts with the F and ends with the K. But mom, grandma, mother-in-law, I swear, I don't say that word. Ever. Really.

What profession other than your own would you like to attempt?
Designer

What profession would you not like to do?
Clean port-a-potties. Along with so many others.

If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates?
"Welcome" (Hey, it's better than, "You've got the wrong door, dummy!")

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"We've all done stupid things in our lives. (Don't deny it, you were a teenager once too!) What's one of the stupidest things you've ever done? Tell us all about it! (Or if you're like me and have a ginormous LIST of them, just pick a few :) )"

If there has ever been any question of my genius, let me clear that up right now. I got a new cell phone Friday night. I spent a couple of hours setting it up and fiddling around with it. I didn’t bother “learning” anything about the phone. I just put my contacts in, added my most frequently called numbers, and called it good. Saturday I went to the mall. I tried to call my husband from my frequently called numbers list. It went to my voicemail. I tried again to make sure I wasn’t just crazy. Nope, same thing. A few possibilities went through my head since I know nothing about the phone. I had thought maybe I had just typed his number in incorrectly (our numbers are only one digit different), but of course I couldn’t be *that* stupid. So after trying and testing a few things, I actually started looking into it. Yep, sure enough, I was, in fact, *that* stupid.

Is this the stupidest thing I have ever done? Not by a long shot.

Continue reading "Project Say Something: ‘Cuz I’m an Idiot" »

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"How (*insert band name/artist here*) Changed My Life."

Music hasn’t really “changed” my life in the spirit of this question. The people who have introduced me to the music certainly have but the music changing me, not so much. So Trista (Prince), Stacy (Poison, Def Leppard, and all the crap I REFUSED to listened to but she never gave up trying to convince me), Jennifer (all the Pop-stuff that made me kinda wanna gag on cotton candy), Cory (The Cure and all *that*), Kelly (Ministry, Nine Inch Nails and all *that*), Chris (Michael McLean and the church-y stuff), Blake (everything Classical), and for everything in the last 14 years, Dan – thanks a lot.

But in the literal sense of the question – there was a band that changed my life. Well, that caused my life to be changed. And that credit goes to the Eels. Specifically their song, “Daisies of the Galaxy.” Now let me first say this, at the time - and a whole bunch of years before and even a bunch of years after - I HATED the Eels. “Carnival-Circusy-Crap” is how I would describe them. But. That one song, somehow, sparked something in my boyfriend of 800 years and convinced him it was high time to just give in and marry me already. So the Eels changed my life. Of all the bands out there, it had to be one I hated.

Luckily, I had some sense knocked into me at some random point in time while listening to their song “Souljacker Pt. I” at an ungodly volume. (After hearing it probably 8 million times before that. I don’t know what the difference was.) I now LOVE the Eels. Even the carnival-circusy-sounding songs they have.

So, yeah, their music changed Dan’s life somehow enough to change mine. Go them!

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This week’s topic has been really difficult for me. I don’t do death. Not the idea of mine or anyone else’s. I think of losing even my dog and the tears start. There are those people who are fine with it, who accept it and are comfortable with it. I’m happy for them. I’m not one of them. Well, except that I accept it because, after all, you can’t really deny it. But I’m not okay with it. I’m terrified of it. So when Shane gave us the task of selecting 60 minutes worth of music we would have played at our funeral (including the why), I wanted to run and hide under a rock or something. But I didn’t. I obsessed over it. I thought about it every waking minute. It completely took over and I started thinking about every death I’ve ever had to get through, every funeral I ever attended and it ripped my heart out again and again. And it also made my heart pour out all over again for those families I know who suffered such a loss. Especially the ones that were children and so unexpected.

I’ve only been to a handful of funerals. (Some may say that’s fortunate. I wouldn’t disagree.) Only one of those was not an LDS funeral. Given that I am no longer practicing, I imagine it would be safe to assume my funeral would not be the standard LDS funeral. So I’m kind of screwed. I have no idea how they work otherwise, how the music plays in, how it “works.” I do, however, know, my funeral better not last an hour. Eee gads.

It’s really hard thinking up music for a funeral – let alone my own. But even harder than that was trying to figure out “why” for some of the choices. I’ll try to list the why, but if the why isn’t there it’s because there just aren’t words to explain it. It’s a feeling. There is some music that causes such a response in me, not like an emotional response – more like it’s conversing with my soul. It’s just so moving and beautiful it’s indescribable. There are a few of those on that list. Otherwise, if you want further explanation in my lovely Kimese (the kind that makes no sense to anyone but a select few), just ask and I’ll give it a shot.

So without further ado (and obsessing and wallowing), my music:

Let’s Get it Started – Black Eyed Peas
Let’s Go Crazy – Prince
Get the Party Started – Pink

I’m kidding. Geeze, people. I had to lighten up the mood of this gloomy post somehow!

Moonlight Sonata – Beethoven
Oh. My. Just. Because. If I had my way, this piece wouldn’t only be played at my funeral but I would be listening to it as I die. Everything would be okay then. (Morbid, I know. Sorry.)

If I, for some reason, die before my grandmother, I want her to play Red Roses for a Blue Lady. (Otherwise, it can be scratched.) Listening to her play and sing that song when I was a little girl is one of my favorite memories of going out to visit them.

I Will Follow You into the Dark – Death Cab for Cooties Cutie
It’s a good death song. An even better love song. But here, I have to use it for the death purpose obviously.

Cristofori’s Dream – David Lantz
A beautiful, moving piece of music. That falls under the "just because" category (as, I guess, most of these do anyway)

Fly – Celine Dion
Oh come on, of course I’m going to have a sappy, sick, Celine song. And of course it’s her sappy, sweet song about death. Get over it.

Walking After You – Foo Fighters
Because. I. Have. To. There’s just no question about that.

I Believe – Kory Kunz
I want to believe.

Daisies of the Galaxy – Eels
Dan knows why. I can't explain why.

Hey Man (Now You’re Really Livin’) – Eels
Because there is no reason it shouldn’t end completely upbeat! It’ll be dedicated to everyone in attendance that day….

Seriously, I’m not a huge music person anymore. There is very little that hold true meaning and depth for me. The ones that do are listed here. So this isn’t 60 minutes but to fill the time, you can just put Moonlight Sonata on repeat and call it good.

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