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Ten
Ten Things You May or May Not Know About Me:
1) I sweat. A lot. I sweat in every season. I sweat in the air conditioning. I sweat, a lot!
2) I wear deodorant.
3) I love to look nice. I mean, I have my fair share of dress down, old tee-shirt, no bra days, but I have always been a fashion horse.
4) I can’t wear nail polish that well; it always peels off. So, this year I have opted for doing my best at self pedi- and mani- upkeep. Which means I often don’t have the most well manicured nails.
5) I want a new tattoo. I even tried it on for size the other night. Michael drew it for me, and now I am convinced that I will have this ink really soon. FYI: That’s a camera shutter at f/4!
6) I am at the point in my life where I don’t want to be exposed to people and situations that make me feel I’m not good enough. Or, more importantly, people and situations where I don’t feel respected. If you can’t respect me, I won’t respect you. Enough said.
7) I have one pair or black heels that I’ve had for years and I love them. If you see me in black heels you should know that those will be my favorite ones. I wanted knew ones, but then I put my old standby pair on, and knew I could not do them the injustice of not wearing them. They’re patent leather. They’re from Payless. And, I love them.
8) I swear. Like a sailor, I swear. I know how to control it, but in the right setting you should know that I will cuss like nobody’s business.
9) I talk a lot. I talk fast. I talk fast, a lot. I often talk to everyone and anyone. I very rarely don’t make eye contact. I am a people person.
10) I like a good, solid handshake. But, I also love a good, solid hug!
Meet Casey
A girl logs on her to flower powered HP
She says why am I soft in the middle now
Why am I soft in the middle
The rest of my life is so hard
I need a photo-opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Don’t want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon graveyard
Bonedigger, bonedigger
Dogs in the moonlight
Far away my well-lit door
Mr. Beerbelly
Beerbelly
Get these mutts away from me
You know I don’t find this stuff amusing anymore
If you’ll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
A girl sings karaoke
She sings why am I short of attention
Got a short little span of attention
And my nights are so long
Wheres my hubs and family
What if I die here
Who’ll be my role-model
Now that my role-model is
Gone gone
She ducked back under the super pretty HP
With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl
All along, along
There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations
If you’ll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al
A girl walks down the street
Its a street in a strange world
Maybe its the third world
Maybe its her first time around
She doesn’t speak the language
She holds no currency
She is a foreign girl
She is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
She looks around, around
She sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
She says amen! and hallelujah!
If you’ll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al
Original song by: Mr. Paul Simon
(duh!)
Casey,
No matter who your body guard is or who your body guard isn’t, I want you to know that you have had the power to bring me to tears with your written and spoken word. I want you to know that you have made me lose my breath by way of your beauty. I want you to know that I am thankful that I have met you in “real life” and that we are bonded by this blog-o-sphere!
You can have countless Als and Bettys in your life! So Betty when you call me, you can call me Al!
