I like books.


I live in a small town and enjoy writing about the inhabitants. I spend most of my time perusing through used book stores looking for that one great book that I don't have; consequently, I have rooms filled with books. I am a book addict.

Friday, September 15, 2006


How Long Have You Been Blogging?

Hmmm, soon to be two years. Thanks to Delagar for giving me yet one more addictive behavior to occupy my time.

I am one of those people when children and dogs see, well they are instantly my friend. Long gray and black hair, more gray than black. I suppose you would say that I am darker than most white folks, green eyes, if that’s important, and I am not one of those women who worries over clothes, never have been, never will be, just have way too many other things to keep my mind busy. I’m portly, or do they just use that with men? Was thin, but gained a lot of weight when I was sitting for ten years in a wheel chair and why do women, especially, feel the need to justify being overweight. I’m overweight, no big deal. I’m short but believe it or not, I’m the next to the tallest one in my family. Now, my children are giants, taking after my father and their father, both jerks, the fathers, I mean. I have bad eye sight for up close so I wear triple bifocals. Yep, without my glasses can’t see to read or write or even cook. My best feature, I’m not so sure I have a best feature, I suppose if I had to pick my best feature, it would be my eyes. Not brown, not green, but sorta in between.

Why Do Readers Read Your Blog:
Like a train wreck, maybe, they just want to watch it crash. Hell, I don’t know. Sometimes they are entertaining, but most of the time, they are just fucking depressing.

What is the last search phrase someone used to reach your blog:
I don’t know what that means either.

Favorite way to find blogging material:
It’s my life, that’s where I get it.

Favorite blogs:
I have more but got tired of copying.

What blog did you read last:
That would be waiterrant only because he is so damned entertaining.
Why am I so technologically fucking useless:
Well, I think it is because I click before I think, much like my mouth, talking before I think, well in this age of blogging and communicating via the computer, my fingers do the talking, thus the click before I think. So, when I am trying to do something, I get hasty and click and then it’s all fucked up. So that’s what I think.

Who do I tag:
Oh mouse, where are you? I tag mouse.


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