Digging Deeper

Once I got started, I couldn’t stop. Here are some more soul-searching, earth-shattering, self-revealing, emotion-stirring, sure-to-cause-controversy things that begin with asterisks:

*There are certain Spanish words that are very fun to yell at the top of your lungs at totally random times for no reason whatsoever. Like “recuerdo” for example. Try it: “RECUERDO!!!!” It’s very therapeutic.

*Sometimes, instead of saying “You’re welcome” when somebody thanks me, I like to say “Lawrence.” You know – you’re welcome…welcome…welks…Lawrence Welks…Lawrence.

*I think freckles are great.

*I take great comfort in having at least one really messy space. Like a junk drawer or a closet. Because I’m a grown-up now, it’s all mine and I can be messy if I want to.

*I used to hate exclamation points but they’ve been slowly growing on me. There’s a time and a place for everything, I guess.

*I crave silence almost as much as I crave chocolate.

*I wonder why some people say “I could care less” when what they mean is “I couldn’t care less.” “I could care less” means that they care. If they don’t understand the difference, they should just say “I don’t care.”

  1. #1 by Pilgrim on September 7, 2006 - 7:30 pm

    Since this is where the party is…

    * I love to guess people’s astrological sign. And I bet if you start, you’ll become addicted just because it’s freaky how often you’re right!

    * I never eat straight ice cream, I always add milk. And I used to tell my friends that I liked it that way, but the truth is my teeth have always had so many cavities and fillings, I can’t handle the cold!!

    * I’m the only person I know who has had a doctor tell them they had an addiction to water. Yep. I am only allowed to drink one gallon a day. I love it (except when it’s brown like in Africa).

    * Until I was about 13 I refused all offers to sing in front of Church – not because of any sense of false humility – but because my nostrils flare when I sing and I was sure everyone would notice. To this day I’ve never gotten a comment about them, even though they flare away!

    Les, I’m offended at your recuerdo because I can’t roll my r’s (I’m still embarrassed about it).

  2. #2 by Leslie on September 7, 2006 - 8:01 pm

    Oh, but see, I can’t roll my r’s either. That’s part of what makes it so fun. Say it like an American! Say it loud, say it proud, sister!

  3. #3 by toddmorten on September 7, 2006 - 10:52 pm

    And besides, “I couldn’t care less” is a nasty thing to say, regardless of the topic at hand.

  4. #4 by Carlee on September 8, 2006 - 9:41 am


    Is that you, my traveling sister? That is funny, Pil, that you mention eating milk in your ice cream. I do too! Although, I really do it because I like it. If I don’t have milk, I will use water or a soda. I like it soft with ice chunks. I miss you, kid.


  5. #5 by Pilgrim on September 8, 2006 - 7:30 pm

    Yes, it is me. Water might be a bit far… Give me an email. -NikiD

  6. #6 by Jacquie Jacky Jacquee on September 10, 2006 - 10:09 am

    *It bugs me when people fancy up their names by altering the spelling or shortening it in some odd way, like say Blogbarger would call himself “Barger instead of “Blog” or “Topher” instead of “Chris”.

    I’ve relaxed about spellings though, because I honestly don’t know how to spell the abbreviated “Jasmine”. Do I go Jas, Jaz or Jazz? It’s something I say, not write, so I’m always at a loss.

  7. #7 by Blogbarger on September 10, 2006 - 6:07 pm

    You go get em, Jack!

  8. #8 by Leslie on September 10, 2006 - 7:15 pm

    My sweet sister-in-law calls my sweet brother “bie” instead of “Rob.” Don’t you like that one, Jack-key?

  9. #9 by Jackie on September 11, 2006 - 8:15 am

    K-ris and Le$ly,

    Oh my. Does he call her “net”? Okay that’s way better than…
    *Hearing your brother and his girlfriend call each other “ickle pickle sickles” all day long. “Are you Tiredsickle?” then after beers “Oh, cutiecakes, you are Drunksickle” in the sweet afternoon morning, “I’m getting pizza, do you want some, Pickle?”

  10. #10 by Jacqueline on September 13, 2006 - 1:42 pm

    For Josh, a vendor just asked for a copy of the latest revision, “so I can compare apples to apples.”

  11. #11 by Rob on September 14, 2006 - 11:06 am

    Ckie, Janet has a friend named Becky who is “Cky.” Josh is “Sue” (pronounced Sway) from the spanish, Josue. She couldn’t call him Shua b/c she already has a Shua out in LA, who has a sister named Niffer. Nicole, did your doctor also tell you that you have an addiction to saying Wah-tter (hard ‘t’)? Carlee, watery ice cream? NASTY.

  12. #12 by Jacqueline on September 14, 2006 - 12:13 pm

    Rob, you cleared up a mystery. My sister and I went dancing at a Cuban club 2 years ago and this mustachioed 50 year-old man fancied her and took all her dance cards. His name was Josue. We thought he was being dressy with Jose. His name is now what we call a prospective perfect evening. “I don’t know. Maybe I don’t want to go out.” “But it’ll be fun…and you might meet Josue.” “Okay, then. Let me find my lipstick.”

  13. #13 by Kirsty on September 14, 2006 - 4:48 pm

    I can’t believe all the fun stuff I’ve missed while I was in England. Hey Rob, would you ask Janet if she will call me Sty. That would be great. And I’ve tried Carlee’s watery ice cream it isn’t too bad.

  14. #14 by Rob on September 14, 2006 - 11:29 pm

    Ckie, thank you for using the word ‘mustachioed’. It’s one of my favorites. (please see http://www.firelance.blogspot.com)

    Net and I go Cuban dining/dancing a lot. Have you had a Mojito?

  15. #15 by Jax on September 15, 2006 - 8:33 am

    Robbie Rah, I’ve had mojitos everywhere–even had one that came with sparklers. Love ’em. The local activist coffeehouse/bar/restaurant/open mic spot has 6 on the menu and 3 off. I’m usually traditional, don’t mess with what Mother Nature and the Cubans created, but my skilled waiter was right–the pomegranate mojito was perfectly flavored, not too sweet, but with quiet depth.

    Now, Bie and Net, have you had caipirinhas? Nothing beats watching the bartender mash ’em up fresh. Nothing stinks more than watching a bartender skip that part and then hand it to you like it’s going to still be good.

    Sty, I’m pretty sure your time in England was chock-a-block with fun stuff. (Rob, if you like THAT phrase it’s kill kill kill!)

  16. #16 by Lynda on September 21, 2006 - 9:20 am

    *Although I don’t share every one of my thoughts aloud, I do have this illusion that I am the most interesting person in the world and everyone is wondering what I’m thinking. So here goes:

    *I absolutely hate it when someone comes up behind me, covers my eyes and says, “guess who!” Sometimes it creeps me out, but most of the time it just annoys me so much that I don’t even want to know who it is. Often, I feel that this it is someone boring trying to deceive me into being interested.

    *I love Fall in New England. The colors are breathtaking.

    *I love the smell of a pine forest.

    *I also like the smell of skunk.

    *My favorite time of day is just before sunset, when the sun’s rays are at such an angle that everything glows.

    *I LOVE to laugh. I don’t even mind if no one knows what I’m laughing at.

    *I used to say “irregardless” as a joke, but now I can’t stop saying it.

    *When I get really, really angry my whole body tingles and I start to shake, my speech becomes incoherent, then I cry.

    *Anger is triangles, by the way.

    *I love to drive alone and sing wicked loud! And when I stop at a red light, EVERONE sees me and wants to know what I’m singing because, as I said, I am the most interesting person in the world.

  17. #17 by Blogbarger on September 21, 2006 - 9:52 am

    Lynda… how fast can you get to Texas? We need you!

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