Hell Hath No Fury

...like a woman scorned.

At least, that's the saying.  I don't find that to be the case with myself.

I mean, yeah, if someone scorns me I get sad and hurt, but I don't really get furious.  Not really.  I certainly don't get vengeful, and that's what fury ultimately leads to, right?

Maybe I'm just a sad, wimp of a girl, but whenever someone wrongs me, all I want to do is curl up in a ball and cry.  I don't want to go and hunt them down or hurt them.  What good would that do anyway?  In the end, I'd just feel worse because of it.  I'm a pretty nice person, and that doesn't change just because someone's hurt my feelings.

I've had those feelings hurt quite a bit lately, and without going into specifics, I can say that it's been done by people who I once thought cared about me.  That's the worst--when you realize that people meant so much more to you than you did to them.  How does that happen?  I guess it's a combination of my own naïvité and being too generous in my friendships.  Or maybe I'm just a really terrible judge of character.

Anyway, I'm tired of being taken advantage of.  One of my new year's resolutions was to stop letting people walk all over me, and I'm afraid that I've not gotten off to the best start here.  I'll do better.

As far as revenge goes, I'm not going to bother with it--at least not in the traditional sense.  George Herbert said that "living well is the best revenge".  That sounds pretty spectacular.  I'm going to do that.

Bring on my best year yet.

Staycation Rundown

My staycation didn't turn out quite the way I'd planned, but there were some highlights.  They were:


1.  Making a video of my weird arms and getting lots of messages about it from strangers.

2.  Meeting up with  Brandi for a drink and a photo, as requested by Eric.

I knew I was pale, but next to Brandi, I look positively blue!

3.  Shopping alone.  I only got a couple of clearance tank tops and some makeup that I was out of, but it was so much easier without having to bribe a child with cookies the whole time.

4.  Watching Last Night on Netflix a few times.  I really like this movie.  Kiera Knightly is so pretty, the story and acting are very realistic, and it's got an excellent score.  One of my new favorites.

5.  Sleeping in. 

6.  Meeting a friend who I rarely see for sushi and catching up.  I got there early to have a happy hour drink at the bar and met a nice man named Tomas.  He shared a couple of pieces of sushi and a bit of sake with me, I shared my blog with him.  If you're reading this, hello Tomas!


I began a new screenplay, but I didn't get very far into it.  I guess some would consider that a big waste of free time, but it was nice to relax too.  It's hard for me to write when I'm forcing myself, and it just wasn't happening.  I have the same problem when I go shopping:  if I have a wad of cash to spend, I can shop all day and not find so much as a t-shirt, but if I'm dirt-poor I see about a million things I can't live without.  Frustrating phenomenon.

The Hubby wasn't feeling well the whole time he was in Denver, so he decided to come home a day early with his father in tow.  Funny thing is, now that they're all back I finally feel inspired to write! They were so kind as to leave me alone today, so I've been doing just that.

I just finished writing the script for a short based on my "We're Not Psychos We're Just Women" post.  I've never written a short before, but since I've been filming more videos lately, I thought it might be fun to make something with a story to it and edit it together.  I'm not sure if I'll get real actors or if I'll just make The Hubby shoot it with me, but I'd like to get it done in the next month or so, before I lose my enthusiasm for the idea.  I'll put it up here as soon as it's done, so you'll all get to see the world premier.

Off do do more re-writing/writing before everyone comes back.  I'll take productivity wherever I can get it--even if it only seems to happen in the stolen moments.

A video of my fingers.

This is the weirdest thing I've ever done.

Yoga Pervs and Other Lessons Learned

So, remember that video I posted of me showing off my double jointed arms?  No?  It was just two days ago!  Man, you have a horrible memory.


Anyway, it's been a pretty interesting couple of days.  I've learned some things.  Allow me to share.

Things I learned from uploading a video of myself being bendy to YouTube:

1.  There are a lot of people who care about hypermobility (double jointed-ness).  I started getting messages from strangers almost immediately about what it means to have this condition.  People must set Google alerts on the subject.


2.  Hypermobility Syndrome is kind of a big deal.  It's not just cool [creepy] to look at, it also carries some risks, from early-onset arthritis to spontaneous organ rupture, depending on which type you have.  (fingers crossed for the non-eyeball exploding type).



3.  My TMJ is probably related to my hypermobility.  Why did I never make this connection??  A lot of good knowing does me, but still.  It makes a lot of sense.


 
4.  My knees hyperextend just like my arms.  I don't know how I've gone my whole life without realizing this.  I always knew I looked gawky, but now I have a reason for it.


5.  Gravity is taking its toll on my triceps.  Or maybe I just need to work out.  One or the other.


6.  There is a whole network of yoga perverts on YouTube.  No, Yoga38487, I will NOT make a private video of myself doing the bound lotus pose and send it to you.

But I will take photos of it and show them to all of you!

7.  I can do some pretty difficult yoga poses.  Especially considering that I don't have any practice.  Can yoga tone biceps?  I think I've just found an exercise that I'm willing to do!  Hooray!



8.  I have a hard time saying no to or ignoring people.  Yeah, I know that many of the people making these odd video requests probably have a bendy-people fetish, but what's the harm in showing off my creepy finger joints for them?  I'm going to make one more video (by request), featuring my fingers, and then I'll be done with it.



Who knew that uploading a video to YouTube could provide me with so much new information!

Since I'm only two days out and 195 views down, I'm sure that I'll learn plenty more before everything is said and done.  I hope one of those lessons is not "turn off the comments section on videos to avoid disgusting perverts", but we shall see.  *freakish fingers crossed*

Double Jointed Shoulder Demo

For those of you who were interested in the whole "double jointed shoulder" thing from my post yesterday, I made a video so that you could see it better!

When I used to shine shoes at the Hyatt in Sacramento, I would show off my crazy shoulder/arm skills often.  This would lead to men coming back to town months later, but this time with friends.  Did they all want me to shine their shoes?  No!  The guys had heard about my crazy arm, and they wanted to see it in person.  I was a circus act, and they didn't even tip me for it.

So, here's what people were coming from all over the world to gawk at:

...and you didn't even have to leave your house to see it.

Search Term Thursday 1.26.2012

 

I couldn't settle on one screenshot, so this week's search terms are brought to you by the freaks and weaklings who found my blog through Google at various times from January 19th - January 25th, 2012.

Teri the Good Witch

I barely even use Facebook at all anymore, unless it's to promote my blog or send a quick message to someone, but I spent thirty precious minutes this evening creating this:

So that I could do this:

Click on it.  It's too small.

And now I'm not so grumpy.  :)

The grumpy list

I'm in a horrible mood today.  Yes, I know that there are starving children in Africa and the Holocaust happened and whatnot, but no amount of perspective is helping the fact that I have zero patience for anything or anyone today.  The half a Xanax I just took should be kicking in soon, though, so I'm going to blog a list now.

These are all things I've wanted to blog about lately, but I can't seem to make them into one cohesive post: 

1.  I keep getting deferred as a blood donor due to low iron. This is very annoying, because I'm taking vitamins now and everything.  I'm gonna try again in a couple days when The Kid and The Hubby are out of town, and I'm going to eat a burger a few hours before.  If that doesn't work, I'm just going to assume that I need my blood more than sick people at this point in time.

2.  Every time I go to give blood and they ask me to pull up my sleeves and look at my arms, I'm afraid they're going to see something that makes them think I'm a heroin user.  I am not a heroin user.  There is absolutely no good reason for this irrational fear.  A similar thing happens when a policeman pulls up behind me--I always think he's going to pull me over, even though I'm not breaking any laws.

See?  No track marks.

3.  That reminds me--my shoulders are double-jointed, so I can do this:

Weird, right?

4.  Staycation starts tomorrow.  Maybe that's why I'm so anxious?


5.  The snail mail has been rolling in.  So far, I've gotten three packages from three wonderful bloggers:  Karen, Confuzzled, and Jessica.  For some reason, Jessica's blog has disappeared, but I'm hoping it's a minor glitch like the one I encountered.  Jessica, if you're reading this, link your blog below!

A Hodgepodge of lovely snail mail gifts.

6.  Although I am not the most fashionable person, I know that many of you run fashion blogs, or are just interested in it in general.  If that's the case, I urge you to click on the new ad on the right-hand side of my screen there.  See it?  The one with the pretty blonde in the blue dress?  That's my friend.  She and her husband started a website called Fashonify where you can upload pictures of clothes and accessories and get real-time feedback on them.  For instance, say you're in a dressing room and you can't decide between two dresses.  You upload the photos and people will weigh in and let you know which one looks better!  Isn't that a great idea?  Anyway, this is not a paid endorsement, but they are my friends and the idea is great, so go check out Fashonify.com if you are a fashion fiend. 

7.  I have an enormous pile of laundry to finish so that I can pack The Kid's things for his trip.  I should be doing that rather than this.

8.  I'm spending too much time on the internet.  People are starting to think I'm weird because of it.  This upsets me.  Maybe I am becoming weird?  I don't know.  What I DO know is that if I didn't have the internet to socialize on while I stay at home all day with my child, I'd go insane.  It's important.  I should probably take a break at some point, though.  It's always been refreshing when I've done it in the past.

9.  Maybe I shouldn't be asking people to think I'm not weird in the same post where I put up photos of my elbows pointing in the wrong directions.

10.  My 1/2 a Xanax has finally kicked in.  I think I have enough patience to start packing now, but I'd rather take a nap.  If I drink a coffee or tea, will it counteract the effects of the Xanax?  That would be a waste, but I'm so tired, and a hot beverage DOES sound delicious.  To heck with it.  Off to boil some water.

Masochistic Mail

I realize that this is completely random, but....

My junk mail keeps coming back to me.

Look at what was waiting patiently in my mailbox today, along with the stuff that I hadn't already seen, torn up, and thrown away:

REALLY, USPS?

This is the second time this has happened with a piece of mail.


I *think* this phenomenon can be attributed to a combination of wind, a recycling bin with no lid, and an ambitious mail carrier, but I can't be sure.  Perhaps the junk mail is just a glutton for punishment.  I'm going to tear it up some more and recycle it again, so I'll let you know.

I'm nervous...or excited.

So, I think I'm really excited.

Or nervous.

Or excited.

Later this week, The Hubby and The Kid are packing up the puppy and heading to Denver.  Without me.  They're going to visit family, and I've opted out.

I was going to go, but then The Hubby suggested I may want to take the opportunity to stay home by myself and get some writing done while he and The Kid make it a boys' trip...except for the dog.  She's a girl.

I thought about it; I pondered the question for days.  There are so many factors to take into consideration!  First of all, I RARELY get time to myself--and I never get this amount of time alone.  This is five days.  FIVE DAYS, people!

What a fabulous place for a staycation!  Am I right?

For those of you who don't have kids yet, you can't understand the gravity of this situation.  Five days is like a year in mom years.  Two in stay at home mom years.  I've never been away from The Kid for that long.  Last time The Hubby was out of town and I sent The Kid on an overnight trip so that I was by myself, I nearly cried myself to sleep.  It's hard going.

Don't get me wrong, I love being alone.  I'm kind of a loner.  In fact, one of the main reasons I decided to go for it and take this solo staycation is that the possibility of being completely and utterly alone was too appealing to pass up.  I can write without being interrupted every five minutes?  I don't have to schedule my outings around the meal/nap/bedtimes of a four-year old?  I can leave the house and take a walk whenever I want?  I'll have complete control over the remote?  I could even go and--gasp!--see a movie with no talking animals in it in the middle of the day, without having to arrange for and pay a babysitter?  What?  What?  WHAT??

These things are stupid-appealing to someone like me, who can barely remember what this stuff is like.

Then again...

I rarely see this part of the family.  They are really fun and I love them.

I love the mountains, and I'll miss hiking.

I'll miss out on all the delicious food and fun outings.

What if I get lonely?

What if The Kid misses me?

What if The Kid doesn't miss me?



Then I remember:  I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT FOR FIVE WHOLE DAYS.

Yeah, I'm staying home...or maybe I'll leave the house sometimes too.  Who knows?  Whatever I do, I'll be doing it alone, and that is freakin' exciting.


Or nerve-wracking.

Or exciting.

Stay tuned.

It's not for women...or men who enjoy having sex with them.

I realize that I may be a little late to the game on this one since the controversy began in October, but WTF is this??

For those of you who can't (or don't want to) watch the video, that's a commercial for Dr Pepper TEN. It shows a couple of very "manly" men with guns, tearing through the jungle & drinking the product in a Jeep during what looks like a terrible low-budget action film. The tag line at the end is the kicker: 

"Dr Pepper TEN: IT'S NOT FOR WOMEN."

So, someone thought this was a good idea.  In fact, I'd dare to venture that several people thought it was a good idea, considering how many people this slogan probably had to go through to make it onto billboards and television.  I have a hard time believing that nobody stood up and asserted what a terrible idea it was, because it's glaringly obvious to me and the rest of the internet.

Clearly, a lot of people were high when they created this campaign.  Or there were no women involved in the process whatsoever.  Aside from the ad being blatantly sexist (Women like romantic comedies!  Men like action movies!), I see a few problems with the idea behind it.  Namely:

1.  Men who would fall for an ad like this generally aren't the same ones who would care about how many calories they're ingesting.

2.  Men who care about counting calories often have a wife or girlfriend who does the grocery shopping.  (Up to 85% of grocery shopping is done by women--you would think that these sexist dudes would have thought of that)

3.  They've alienated at least 2/3 (I'm being generous) of the market:  the ones without penises and the ones who would like to use their penises again with someone of the fairer sex.  I see a guy drinking this stuff, I think he's a jerk.  He may not be a jerk, but it's hard to get that association out of my head now that it's been made.

Anyway, I can't believe this ad made it to air.  

The worst part is that I probably would have tried the stuff if it was a better marketing campaign.  Dr. Pepper is pretty delicious, but Diet Dr. Pepper never did it for me and I'm not a fan of all that sugar.  The old "Diet Dr. Pepper tastes more like regular Dr. Pepper" campaign seemed to work well...maybe they should have just made this one say "Dr. Pepper TEN tastes more like regular Dr. Pepper than Diet Dr. Pepper!".  Simple, you know?  I mean, is this stuff even tasty?  I guess I'll never know, because I'm sure as hell not buying it.

Search Term Thursday 1.19.12

Today's search terms are brought to you by the pervs who found my blog through Google between the hours of 2012 Jan 18 11:00 – 2012 Jan 18 12:00.

Magical Makeup

This morning, I woke up looking pretty horrible.  Nothing new.  If you are one of those people who roll out of bed looking gorgeous, well more power to ya, but I am not your peer. 

As usual, I washed my face and applied some makeup.  When I was done, I looked in the mirror and thought to myself, wow, makeup is freakin' awesome.  Do I feel like I'm pulling one over on everyone who looks at me?  Yeah, sorta.  But you know what?  I'm okay with that. 

I took to Twitter to proclaim my love of manufactured beauty, and this is the conversation that ensued:

Look, I'm not a falsely modest person.  One of my favorite sayings is "I'm really smart.  People always forget because I'm so pretty."  Yes, I'm joking, but I know that I am considered by many to be attractive.  I can say this now because I went through a really awkward phase during my formative years, so I know the difference.

Due to said awkward phase, I am acutely aware of the times when I look good and the times when I look terrible.  It's a pretty big spread, to be honest.  I can go from a 3 to an 8 with the right tools at my disposal.  Do I need to illustrate?  Fine.  I can't believe I'm doing this.

This file is huge.  Click on it if you want to zoom in on my pores.  I have no dignity left anyway.

Spare me your comments saying "You look great without makeup!".  I do have on moisturizer in that top picture, and it made me less red than I normally would have been.  The flash helped too.  In fact, that's a pretty great picture--I don't usually look half that good without makeup on.

I'm not fishing for compliments here; I'm just trying to illustrate a point:  makeup is freakin' magic.  I love it, and I will continue to wear it and fool people into thinking I'm at least 40% better looking than I actually am.  Well, except for all of you guys--you've been behind the curtain now, so I can't fool any of you.  Let's keep this between us, okay?  And don't ever try to tell me that I don't need makeup, because now you know better.

A Real Mother?

"Act like a real mudder," The Kid says to me.

A real mother?  What's that supposed to mean??  Do I not act like a real mother?  Thanks a lot, Kid!  Geez.

I asked him to elaborate, and he just made a fart noise.  Great.  Boys are so wonderful.

He got me to thinking.  Maybe I don't act like a real mother--at least not like the ones he sees on TV. 


-I don't spend my days picking up after him or dusting the house.  I mean, I clean every so often, but I'm not an immaculate housekeeper by any stretch of the imagination. 

-I do bake sometimes, but usually that's just because I have a hankering for chocolate chip cookies, or because I have to bake the bananas into bread since I let them get old and black. 

-You're more likely to find me sitting in front of my computer writing than driving a carpool of kids to soccer practice.

-I cook dinner maybe once or twice a week, but usually we just eat whatever we can scrounge up.  It's easier that way, and cheaper. 

-He generally runs out of socks before I get around to doing the laundry...and then it will sit in the basket for a few days before I fold it and put it away, inevitably quite wrinkly. 

I did, however, grow The Kid from a speck to an 8+ pound baby who I eventually had to push out of my body.  I give him about a hundred hugs and kisses every day.  I taught him a song to teach him how to spell his name.  I let him win a few battles.  I play video games and board games with him.  I take him to the fancy cheese store to sample cheeses whenever he asks (he asks often--he's kind of a weird kid).  I let him eat dessert, but not so much that his teeth will fall out or that he'll bounce off the walls.  I tell him that I love him constantly.  Constantly.

So, yeah, maybe I'm not June Cleaver (not that The Kid would even know who that is), but I'd say I'm doing a decent job.  He's a great kid, which must mean that I'm doing something right. 
 

Next time he tells me to act like a real mother, I think I'll spit on a napkin and clean his face with it.  That'll teach him.

Caffeinecaffeinecaffeine!

Although I'm totally not supposed to have caffeine at all (mitral valve prolapse), I've become rather addicted to it lately.  This is mostly due to the fact that I've been behind on sleep for the last several months, and I need it to stay awake.

Also, I like to live on the edge.  Yeah, that's me--drinkin' coffee like the rebel that I am.

I don't know about you guys, but I find that different caffeinated beverages give me different types of buzzes.  I had a conversation about this not too long ago with my beautiful friend Meg, and she agreed:  Red Bull is a totally different high than coffee.  Here's my very scientific, in-depth analysis of caffeine buzzes:

Can't read it?  Click on it.

See?  They're all different.  Caffeine is weird.

I suppose I should just completely stop drinking the beverages that make me feel jittery or anxious, but that seems kind of extreme.  I mean, if drinking vodka made me take off my clothes and sing show tunes, should I just stop drinking it altogether?  No!  I'd just wear extra layers and make sure nobody with me is carrying a camera.

I'm interested to know how different kinds of caffeine affect other people.  Anyone have the same side effects as me?  How do coffee and tea differ for you?

Search Term Thursday 1.12.12

Since I find my search terms so entertaining, I've decided to make them a weekly feature.  Say hello to Search Term Thursdays!*

Today's search terms are brought to you by the nutters who used Google to find my blog between the hours of

2012 Jan 11 12:00 – 2012 Jan 12 11:00. 

*Why not make it "Search Terms Tuesday", you ask?  Because today is Thursday and I just thought of the idea and I don't want to wait five days to publish this post. 

It snowed! It snowed!

It snowed!  It snowed!

Remember when you were a kid and you'd wake up in the morning, look out the window excitedly, and jump around shouting those words?  Snow is so magical when you're a kid.  Now, I kind of hate it.

Sure, it's still pretty to look at, but the first thing I think when I see any amount of snow is, am I going to be able to drive in this stuff?.

I'm a good driver.  I grew up in the Midwest, so I'm used to snow and ice, but it still stresses me out.  Your car doesn't always go the direction you're pointing it in with snow and ice, which is really my biggest problem.  I mean, I'm pointing the steering wheel to the right, why am I going left?? 

One time, when The Kid was a baby, I took him along with my niece and nephew (who were eight and four at the time) to a meetup at a bookstore.  It had just started snowing when we left the house, and since we were only going to stay about an hour, I thought we'd be okay.

Huge.  Mistake.

When we came out of the bookstore, my car was covered in snow--inches of it.

What would normally be a fifteen minute drive home turned into a 90-minute struggle of getting stuck on icy hills in my little Saturn Ion sedan.  You can imagine what this was like with three small children in the car.  One kept yelling, "I DON'T WANT TO DIE!!!" as another helpfully suggested, "why don't you just get out and push the car up the hill?".

Other cars, presumably ones with four-wheel drive, were whipping around me.  Some honked, but none stopped to help.  The only reason I finally made it up the hill is that a salt truck came by and I was able to back up and follow his trail of gritty salvation.

This happened three times in that hour and a half.

By the time I got home, my steering wheel had very deep, very permanent holes in it--from my fingernails.  I could practically hear the *pop* as I pried my hands off the wheel.  I have never been happier to be home than I was at that moment.  I think I may have actually kissed my living room floor.

So, yeah.  I don't like snow so much anymore.  The only thing I like about it is that I have an excuse to do absolutely nothing but stay in my pajamas, drink tea, and eat cookies.

Come to think of it, maybe snow isn't so bad after all.

Mortality and stuff

This is probably going to sound pretty morbid to some of you, and I apologize in advance if I'm bringing you down from your New Year's Resolution highs.

I've been thinking a lot about mortality lately, namely my own.  For the past five years or so, my sole job as a stay at home mother has been to keep my child alive.  Due to the fact that I didn't have time to do much else (keeping a child alive is a lot of work, turns out), my life was basically one big sleepover.  Literally.  Some days, I didn't get out of my pajamas.*

Now that The Kid is a little more self-sufficient and I've been writing more, I'm getting the feeling that time is passing more rapidly than ever.  I can't write fast enough.  I can't absorb information quickly enough.  I want to know it all and do it all RIGHT NOW.  It's like that line at the end of When Harry Met Sally.  "when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."  Only, the person I want to spend the rest of my life with is actually a career, and that career is screenwriting.

Where is this feeling coming from?  This is going to sound strange, but even as a child, I always thought I'd die young.  Now that I'm 32, I'm starting to feel like I'm running out of time.  I don't actually believe that there's anything physically wrong with me, even though I used to be a raging hypochondriac.  It's more a general feeling of dread.

I'm not afraid of death (other than the fear of my child growing up without a mother), but I do have some things I'd like to do before I die.  I guess it won't be a big deal if those things don't get accomplished, since I'll be dead and all, but it would be nice to experience them while I'm alive.  Mostly, I just want to see one of my screenplays get made into a movie. 


Anyway, I don't know what my point is.  Just that time is slipping away from me?  Though I suppose that's not a new concept; it's slipping away from all of us, isn't it?  Always has been, always will be. Unless that whole time travel thing gets figured out.  Which would be awesome. 

If you are reading this from the future and I'm dead, then BOO!  Haha!  But seriously, if I died very young, could one of you please make sure to put one of my screenplays into the hands of Alexander Payne or Judd Apatow (depending on which one it is, clearly), and guilt them into making my movie?  And not one of those crappy Lifetime movies.  My dying wish deserves a theatrical run.  It's the least you all could do for me.

*Okay, some days I STILL don't get out of my pajamas.

You've Got Snail Mail!

Who likes getting surprises in the mail?  The better question would be who DOESN'T like getting surprises in the mail!  Am I right?  Surprises are SWEET!

I've been sending a lot of packages through the mail lately:  Christmas gifts, scarves, DVDs.  Fun stuff.  You know what?  I really enjoy sending mail to strangers. It makes me feel good.  I like the idea that something I was holding in my hands is now in the hands of a person halfway around the world.  It's nice.

That's why I decided to create a new blog game called:

What is a blog game, you ask?  It's kind of like a blog award, only WAY better.  Here's how we're gonna do it:

1.  Write a blog post announcing that you're participating. 

2.  Copy these rules and the above icon into your post.

3.  Ask people to comment if they are willing to participate on their own blog.  Sorry, but you MUST have a blog to join in on the snail mail action.

4.  Choose a winner (or two or three) from your comments section.  You can choose your winners however you like--at random, first comment, whoever lives the farthest--it's your blog, do what you want!

5.  Go shopping (or scavenging)!  Pick out items that are easy to mail and cost under $5.  Be thrifty, be creative.  Got something good lying around the house?  Send that!  Mailing your gift to another country or region?  Send a local candy or snack item!  In this case, it really IS the thought that counts.

6.  Mail those items to your chosen winner(s), and one to the person who sent you a gift (if you received one).  Send a little note with the gift--show off your (little-used) handwriting!

7.  No need to tag other bloggers.  The game will be passed along through the posting of snail mail.

8.  You don't have to be chosen to participate.  If you want to join in the fun but nobody mailed you anything, just start with #1 and away you go!

VERY IMPORTANT:  By commenting and saying that you are willing to participate, you are promising to pay it forward.  Please only join in if you are willing to give your address (through private email) to the blogger whose blog you are commenting on.



Doesn't this sound like FUN, guys?  Aren't you EXCITED??  I am! 


If you have any questions or see any mistakes in my rules up there ^, please let me know.  This took all my brain power to create.  I don't know why I'm so slow today, I swear I'm a smart person.

Let's start!  Comment below and tell me if you want to participate.  I'll choose up to five readers on Saturday, January 7th 2012 to receive my snail mail. 

Ok...go!