Sunday, June 08, 2008

Alphabet Meme: P - Z. Finally.

P is for people you were with today:

Mr. S., the Bean, the Peanut. Grocery store employees and fellow shoppers. My parents, who came to hang out with the Peanut while I went to the doctor. Then the doctor, and his various staff.

Q is for what you do in quiet times:

Fume. Blog. Daydream.

R is for regrets:

Cue Sinatra: "Regrets... I've had a few..."

I regret my choice of college major/profession. I chose geology for the field trips, which were awesome, but when all's said and done, I'm no good at it. I should've been an expensive shrink, made a boatload of money, and taken my own field trips.

And I regret a string of boys in high school, but who cares anymore.

S is for status:

Married and holding.

T is for time you woke up today:

8:20. I don't usually confess what time I get up; by most parents' standards it is luxurious to the point of being suspect. Are the kids locked in their rooms? No. They're just pretty good at getting up and hanging out quietly. Mr. S. doesn't have to be at work at the crack of dawn, so he doesn't get up early either. The Bean is in afternoon kindergarten, so we have no morning rush. That will change forever in September when Bean will have to be dressed, fed and have lunch and backpack in hand by the time the bus comes at 8:35, so I'm enjoying the low-stress mornings while they last.

Also, though, I stay up too late. Left to my own devices I go to bed after midnight. I'm going to have to reign that in, eventually.

U is for what you consider unique:

I dunno, but I'll tell you what I wish were unique, instead of ubiquitous: the phrase "very unique." Something is either unique, or it isn't. There are not degrees of uniqueness. Cut it out.

V is for favorite vegetable:

Sugar snap peas. But don't eat a whole bag of them raw. Trust me on this.

W is for your worst habit:

Wasting time.

X is for x-rays you have had:

I've had a CT scan on my head (see H for Hospital Stays), an ankle checked for a break (it wasn't), a chest X-ray as part of a medical exam to qualify me as a hazardous waste site professional (see R for Regrets), and a couple of upper G.I. series.

Y is for yummy food you ate today:

Coffee Heath Bar yogurt with hot fudge. What? It's nonfat yogurt!

Z is for zodiac sign:

Taurus -- which I believe is one of the sensible signs that doesn't believe in all the zodiac crap.

And... we're done. Phew!
I've seen this alphabet meme several places now, but I'm the only blogger so lame as to stretch it out to eight posts. That's unique. Yay, me!


  1. Yay you is right! I've learned a lot about you - this has been fun

  2. Indeed.

    What happens when you eat a bag of raw sugar snap peas?

  3. Ok. Where the FUCK can I buy that yogurt, because I am getting sort of sick of vanilla bean, raspberry delite and strawberry dreams....

  4. Very unique makes me shriek obscenities every time I hear it. Almost as much as would of, could of, should of. Poor word usage makes me draw my knees to my chest and rock back and forth, reciting passages from Elements Of Style to calm my fraying nerves.

    What? I'm a delicate, fragile flower, dammit.

  5. When I retire I want to work as a pyschologist. Huh? Yeah, my late life career will be that, I am looking into On Line Universities now, with the other education I/ve had it may not be the stretch I think it is. You might want to look into something like that.

  6. I gave up on "unique" a while ago, after I criticized someone for saying something was "more unique." They referred me to the dictionary, which said unique had become a synonym for unusual. You can't fight the dictionary.