15 posts tagged “qotd”
How long do you take in the shower?
Submitted by Strive2Be.
A. Depends on what's on the radio...
Should driving while talking on a cell phone be outlawed?
Submitted by Soup.
No it shouldn't be outlawed, but what they should do is make speaker phones mandatory in cars. I tend to think that navigation systems with shoddy graphics are far more dangerous than talking on your cell phone. I was in a situation where I had to drive an old car with no CD/Tape deck more than 400 miles, I think my cell phone saved my life because I could not have made it otherwise.
I think it's more about priotizing which convos need to go on while driving and which don't Getting directions? Yes. Finding out what happened last night on Big Brother? Probably not. Make sure you can listen and pay the road the full attention it deserves. Then we'll have less cell phone/driving related mishaps and won't have to answer anymore questions of the day about it.
What do you absolutely refuse to eat?
Olives and Avocado. They just make me sick to my stomach. The taste, the texture, the smell, everything. And it makes me sad, but there's no one that can convince me that they are good in certain varieties or in certain dishes. It makes me sad because I try not to discriminate against any food, especially those who act as accessories and flavor inducers to prime time foods like steakums and pasta. But I just can't do it. Sigh.
Who's the most annoying person on TV?
The club chick and her friend on the Yaz commercials. I swear to God I want to slap all of them very hard upside their faces and tell them to shut up shut up and then to shut up. You are not a unique and special butterfly with a period that is so unusual it requires a prescription. And you are KILLING MY CLUB BUZZ! There's a reason your friends haven't seen you in a while, it's because they were sick of your CRAP and stopped calling! You didn't have to decrease your plan because more of your friends go Sprint, it was because no one wanted to hear about your wacky periods!
I present to you:
AHHHHHH!!!
Cute Well-Meaning Blonde: Hi guys! I know I haven't been here in a while, everyone pay attention to me while I tell you why!
Cute Well-Meaning Blonde: Periods suck and they're like totally hard! Men have it so easy, HA HA HA! So I said "Screw you period! I'm going on the pill! It's called Yaz! Yaz pwns your balls for serious!" And then I went out later and-
Annoying: DID SOMEONE SAY YAZ?!?
Annoying: BLAH BLAH BLAH YAZ YAZ YAZ MENSTU-AL! MENSTRU-AL!
Black Girl: (oh no she did not just cut blonde off, she must not know blonde is crazy...)
Cute Well-Meaning Crazy Blonde: (*stabbity* I WILL CUT YOU *stabbity*)
Fin.
In 5 words or less, who are you?
Submitted by dejablu503.
Strong Black Woman in Love.
And some pics for ya...
What did you dream about last night?
Oow wee! Let me tell y'all about my dream last night! Well... actually I can't remember all of it, so I will tell you in truncated clips and let you piece it together. Ready?
Okay so somehow I'm either on tour with Justin Timberlake, my dad (who has passed), and Jacob, but sometimes not Jacob, but always him, so okay, I'm reading Jacob's final draft of Quite Enough Antarctica and either I fall asleep and dream that I am part of the book, or I AM part of the book but somehow the book has changed. We're a music group but we sing Gospel, but DC Talk type Gospel and we're performing in various churches though I can't ever really see us performing, but I know I play the bass. Jacob is trying to tell Ashley that she shouldn't believe in anything so fickle as religion (though he believes in it strongly and purely himself) but Ashley maintains that religion hasn't changed, only the world and as long as religion is stable then she will believe in it.
So I keep trying to get to Ashley, throughout this whole dream I'm trying to reach her so I can tell her something. I don't know if it was a message of some sort, or if I just wanted to talk boys, but it was very important that I reach her. This search continues for hours, days, maybe even weeks and all the while we are performing in different venues and turning souls over to Christ and one day we are in the Pyramid in Memphis and there's Ashley and I see her and start to walk towards her and as soon as I reach out something catches our attention on the big screen.
Something catches all of our attentions. The screen pulls up and suddenly there is the Bible and someone reaches inside this Bible and starts pulling out wads of tissue and we see the Bible changing right before our eyes, meaning things that it originally didn't and making proclamations that it originally didn't make and we stop and try to contemplate what this means, not for us, but God and for Ashley and for Stacey and for Jacob and for Justin Timberlake and my sweet dear Daddy, what does this mean for US?
And I woke up, in my dream, from my dream within and I was holding the book and it looked differently then I remembered, a dark yellow/orange cover and inside was a traslation that was only three words but meant a paragraph in my heart and those three words confused and frightened me and I called out and looked towards my door and there was Ashley who saw me and shrugged. She shrugged and I said, "Me either, sweetheart. Me either."
And that was my dream. Me either.
What did you dream about last night?
Oow wee! Let me tell y'all about my dream last night! Well... actually I can't remember all of it, so I will tell you in truncated clips and let you piece it together. Ready?
Okay so somehow I'm either on tour with Justin Timberlake, my dad (who has passed), and Jacob, but sometimes not Jacob, but always him, so okay, I'm reading Jacob's final draft of Quite Enough Antarctica and either I fall asleep and dream that I am part of the book, or I AM part of the book but somehow the book has changed. We're a music group but we sing Gospel, but DC Talk type Gospel and we're performing in various churches though I can't ever really see us performing, but I know I play the bass. Jacob is trying to tell Ashley that she shouldn't believe in anything so fickle as religion (though he believes in it strongly and purely himself) but Ashley maintains that religion hasn't changed, only the world and as long as religion is stable then she will believe in it.
So I keep trying to get to Ashley, throughout this whole dream I'm trying to reach her so I can tell her something. I don't know if it was a message of some sort, or if I just wanted to talk boys, but it was very important that I reach her. This search continues for hours, days, maybe even weeks and all the while we are performing in different venues and turning souls over to Christ and one day we are in the Pyramid in Memphis and there's Ashley and I see her and start to walk towards her and as soon as I reach out something catches our attention on the big screen.
Something catches all of our attentions. The screen pulls up and suddenly there is the Bible and someone reaches inside this Bible and starts pulling out wads of tissue and we see the Bible changing right before our eyes, meaning things that it originally didn't and making proclamations that it originally didn't make and we stop and try to contemplate what this means, not for us, but God and for Ashley and for Stacey and for Jacob and for Justin Timberlake and my sweet dear Daddy, what does this mean for US?
And I woke up, in my dream, from my dream within and I was holding the book and it looked differently then I remembered, a dark yellow/orange cover and inside was a traslation that was only three words but meant a paragraph in my heart and those three words confused and frightened me and I called out and looked towards my door and there was Ashley who saw me and shrugged. She shrugged and I said, "Me either, sweetheart. Me either."
And that was my dream. Me either.
Who taught you how to cook?
Submitted by Donna.
My Mama!
Actually, it was my mama, and her mother, and her mother and so on. I was raised on soul food which meant that increments were not in cups and teaspoons, but instead in palms and dashes and to taste's. Cooking was a time when Gospel music poured through a kitchen full of food scraps, lively conversation, and young minds trying to take everything in.
I started on prep deatil, cutting, chopping, slicing and peeling and was soon upgraded to melting, and beating, and mixing. I then learned how to simmer, how to brown, how to bake, how to broil. I learned how to wait, and how to multitask and how a smell could indicate doneness better than any timer.
Being in the kitchen with the women that shaped me not only caused me to be an excellent chef, but also a person that can adapt, and teach and learn. My family, my world, and my people taught me how to cook, and I can't wait to pass it on.
Is there a friend who you owe a phonecall or email? What's stopping you?
New Math:
Hours in one week: 168
Hours worked at Embassy Suites for one week: 42.5
Hours scheduled at Cabelas for this week: 31
Approx. amount of pickup hours for this week: 12
(Pickup hours accrued so far: 2.25)
Hours of sleep per week when working at Embassy (5): Total: 35
AM (7:30am - 9am): 10.5
PM (6pm - 9:30pm): 24.5
Hours of sleep for days off from Embassy (2) expressed in hours: 20
Prep time for work expressed in hours per week: 10
Travel Time to and from jobs expressed in hours per week: 3.5
Time I swore I had, but evidently misplaced expressed in hours: 2
Time spent wondering what day/date/time it is: 1.5
Time wasted trying to master Dice Wars: 3.5
Time spent graphicking (expressed in hours per week, note increase due to sucktitude of Hotel job removing graphic editing services and leaving subject with MS Paint aka The Devil) / checking email / myspace / and selected inbox related drama: 7
Total Hours: 168
And I'm going to try and still do Nano, and watch tv, and read, and not die.
Happy Thoughts people, it's that season again.
What time period would you have lived in, if you could have lived at any time?
Please! I'm black and a woman, I want to live 20 YEARS FROM NOW! Maybe then things will be gravy with us. Though I will say, if I were white, rich, and male, I would have liked to see what it was like during the Roman period, but like, from England.
I like the thought of the Elizabethan era, especially if I were Queen Elizabeth. The parties and dancing, and wigs and cool vernacular. Or maybe that time before censorship where everyone was nuts.
Actually, I would definitely need indoor plumbing and electricity and central air, so maybe I'm more of a future girl than anything. Living during the '50s - '70s would be nice if it weren't so depressing and sad underneath.
I don't know... good question!
