myblog: Twi Meme

What's a meme? Well, it's basically a blogger version of a get -to- know- you party game that started at the brilliance that is Twitarded. I got tagged by the cutest person on the interweb, Super Secret Twilight Blog, and the lovely and talented amcas from Why Not Blog? There is a list of all blogs tagged thus far at both of these locations. Don't have a blog? Play along in the comments.

Let's do a Meme!

"So here's the deal: STY and I came up with a couple of questions for all you bloggers. If you're tagged, answer the questions and tag four other blogs. Don't forget to link back to the blog that tagged you! Let's see how many blogs we can get to participate and hopefully at the end of all this we'll know a lot more about each other. Believe it or not, we even made the questions 99% other-blog friendly! I don't think I said vagina or cock gobbling in a single question!"

On your mark, get set, GO!!
1) What is the craziest/most stupid thing you've ever done (that you would be willing to share!)?

I suppose it would depend on what you would consider crazy and what you would count as stupid. I'd like to think that, with any luck, I haven't done the craziest/ stupidest thing yet. But thus far, let's see...I got fired from McDonald's because when I passed the food out the window and told the lady that ketchup and napkins were in the bag she rudely asked me where the salt was, to which I responded, "at home, on the fucking kitchen table".

I got suspended from school in the 11th grade for smoking...in the boys bathroom. See, I convinced myself there was less of a chance of getting caught in there. This may have had something to do with the joint I smoked with the preacher's son during lunch. I never told my parents and instead spent all 3 days "during school hours" with the preacher's son who when I told about my suspension, promptly got himself suspended for pulling the fire alarm. Now that's true love bitches!

2) One my personal favorite games: Fuck, Marry, Kill. With the Twilight cast. I can't wait to read these! (Or "Eff, Marry, Kill" if you don't have my potty mouth.)

Ok, this may surprise some of you, but probably not, Fuck Jasper, Stomp Bella's guts out, Marry Edward and spend 1/2 of eternity on top of him and the other 1/2 under him.

3) What is your favorite band/type of music?

This totally depends on what kind of mood I'm in and what time of day it is, but I can listen to pretty much anything. I love Matchbox Twenty, 3 Doors Down, Keller Williams, Van Morrison, Bob Marley, The Offspring, The Eagles, Eminem, Robert Pattinson, Fleetwood Mac, Gomez, Incubus, Kings of Leon, Pink, The Rolling Stones, Supertramp, Sam Bradley, Tom Petty. Fucking put it on, I'll listen to it.

My favorite song of all time:

Dave Loggins-Please Come to Boston

4) What is your favorite movie besides Twilight?

This one is tough too. Fried Green Tomatoes, anything Adam Sandler does, How to Be, Schindler's List, Secret Window, It's A Wonderful Life, Dream a Little Dream, Stand By Me, What's Eating Gilbert Grape, The Sixth Sense, The Number 23, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Lonesome Dove. Yep, I'm all over the fucking place. Totally fucking random and unpredictable.

5) Do your RL life family/friends know you’re addicted to Twilight? A blogger?

Are you kidding me? If they knew the extent of my infatuation, they would have an intervention with talk of institutionalizing me. Of course, come to think of it, I do have Rob posters on walls in every room in my house (except the bathroom--cause that's weird). I also recorded Rob saying hello and made an answering machine message that says, "Hello, I'm Jeanette and he's Rob (Rob says hello) we are unavailable at the present time, please leave a message." I've also convinced (forced) 9 people to come see New Moon with me. Holy fuck, I came out of the closet and didn't even know it! But no one knows about my blog. It's all mine...and Rob's. I did have some trouble with Facebook a while back. My family were starting to bug me about Twilight and Rob saying I was too old to be acting like this. Funny, only they make me feel old. So, I cancelled that account and started another and only told you guys. I never liked any of those bastards anyways. So, in summation, I guess I'm like standing in the door way of the closet. I'm not all the way in, but I'm not all the way out.

6) How many hours a week do you spend doing Twi related things? You know, blogging, looking at pictures of the cast, reading fan fiction, etc.

I'm really embarassed to admit this, but about 60-70 hours a week, blogging, tweeting, chatting, emails, checking in on my friends blogs, and I spend a great deal of time reading ff and making those pics for the o/s recc's and picspam and the like. That doesn't even count the quality time Rob and I spend together. How do I do it?

7) Any random fact you might want to share. Big or small, it doesn't matter.

I am forever having car trouble. After a lifetime of this I've become one of those people who hears a single whisper of a noise and I'm looking all around going, "what was that?" Turning the radio down to listen, convinced that this is it, the car has finally bit the big one.

I have a sticker in my window that says, "Forget about the dog, beware of owner".

Thanks to Stephen King, I don't own a cellphone and thanks to V.C. Andrews, I don't eat powdered donuts.

When I was 13, my 5 year old cousin was obsessed with baseball, namely the Braves. I fucking hate sports so when forced to babysit him on Saturdays, I would play a tape I recorded of the last 10 minutes of a game the Braves lost for him. Every week when he came, he'd be so excited telling me how the Braves were going to win this week.

I believe there are three sides to every story; his, hers, and the truth.

Random strangers tell me secrets. It's true. At the bus stop, a man confided in me that he had been having an affair for years. In the bathroom at my senior prom, a girl from another school broke down in tears telling me that her stepdad had been sexually abusing her. A man next to me in line at the Kroger deli admitted to me he had a drug problem he had been hiding. A girl in Wal-Mart told me she had been cutting herself. A man in the elevator at my sisters office building told me he was gay and scared to tell his parents. It has always been like this. They always seem surprised that they told me, but also seem to feel better. My friends say I project an aura of calm and understanding. I don't know about that, but I know that even in a crowded room I feel drawn to the one fucked up person there. Probably because it takes one to know one.

I drug my brother done a flight of steps by his hair for changing the TV channel. He retaliated by throwing out all my shoes on trash day.

I have been in a bar way more times when it was illegal than I have been since I turned 21. I'll take this opportunity to add that I still believe if I was old enough to work, live in my own, place and pay my own bills that I should have legally been able to have a beer.

How old am I? I get this question a lot. I'd love to know how old you think I am. If you really want to know I will tell you, but I'm gonna make you work for it. My birthday is 3 days after Rob's but I'm 3285 days older.

A part of my nightly prayer:

Now I kneel me in this place, God bless Rob; keep him safe, God keep him healthy throughout life, Surround him in your glowing light, Free his spirit, expand his mind, our destinies are intertwined, Allow him to always wish and wonder, May his body never suffer from hunger, Grant him strength in moments of weak, Give him peace when times are bleak, He is all I have ever dreamed of, since looking in the eyes of love, and no matter where he may roam, Lord, my heart has found a home