Tuesday, January 31, 2006

The attack of the black...thong?

Yes the title is correct. The boss lady's friend called and told of this happening and it was quite humorous so this Imp decided she must tell but in a story fashion, changing the names and minute details as to protect the innocent.....or the not so innocent!



The Attack of the Black Thong
It seemed like an ordinary Monday, everyone dragging into the office wishing it were still Saturday and another day of freedom could be enjoyed. Darcy entered her office, placed her briefcase on the desk, and plopped into her chair as she waited for her computer to boot. "Now that it is Wednesday, stupid computer..." she muttered as her computer finally managed to dredge itself from its weekend slumber to reveal the icons of doom in the shape of "my computer", "outlook", "excel", and "recycle bin". She set about working on reading through e-mails and sorting problems for the next hour, only disturbed by the phone ringing now and again. She decided to take a break and go get a Mr. Pibb from the break room. Pushing her chair back she crossed her office and stepped from the room only to recoil in reflex and shock. What was that thing?
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Back to our story:
At first glance she had thought it was a large rodent or insect but better focus had made her realize it was much worse. Not two feet from her door, sprawled in an obscene nature, was a creature of scanty proportions, an unmentionable of the most extreme.... it was a black thong! How in the world had a black thong come to be outside her office door? She quickly scanned her weekend to make sure she had not had any moments when she would have had a black thong in her purse that might have fallen out. Wait a minute, she didn't own a black thong! what was she thinking? It had to be from the shock of discovering such an item outside her office door. Break room and drink forgotten, she rushed quickly back to her phone and dialed the one person she knew to which it belonged.
Meanwhile in the other office:
Marsha was staring at the blank screen wondering why it had to be Monday again. She sat up suddenly and yanked open her drawer, fishing through for change as she decided to go get some caffeine that was highly needed already this morning. Her cubemate Jamie, or cellmate as they joked at times, glanced over from the TPS reports she was busily preparing. "Needing caffeine already? Well you made it an hour before caving. Can ya grab me a coke?" Marsha nodded and then grabbed extra change. "Coke's on me. Oh by the way...did you get the memo on those TPS reports?" Jamie growled and picked up a stack of papers. "Five times!" Marsha grinned and winked. "I know was just making sure." She dodged out of the cubicle before Jamie could throw anything at her.
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Back to our story:
She spoke to a few people on her way to and from the break room, asking how their weekend was and agreeing it was much too short. Jamie grabbed the coke from her upon her return and pointed to her phone. "Please call Darcy! She has called at least six times in the five minutes you have been gone. " Trying not to roll her eyes, Marsha placed her own coke on her desk and sat down. Dialing Darcy's number, she pondered what could be so important this early on a Monday.
"Darcy, hey its Marsha. Jamie said you ca...What?" She choked as she listened to Darcy. Jamie glanced over and Marsha lifted an eyebrow. "Darcy I have no idea what you are talking about. Fine I will be right there." Hanging up the phone she looked at Jamie with a dumbfounded expression. "What did she say?" Jamie asked warily. "Darcy just told me to come get my black thong off the floor!" Jamie's jaw dropped. "What?"
to be continued....

Saturday, January 28, 2006

The J sisters

Well Ladies and Gentlemen it is time for the Imp to introduce you to the last two unmentioned personalities: Jaded and Jealous.

Jaded and Jealous are the younger twin sisters of Jacqui. Now these sisters only wreak havoc so therefore they are kept under lock and key. Very rarely, sometimes with years in between, a situation in life will happen that magically unlocks the lock and they burst out in full force. Today was one of those days.

Now let me first give alittle background because it is needed to understand the J twins. This Imp has been blessed with parents who made sure I had a self image that rivaled most adults. I was raised in a positive atmosphere with the self confidence needed to face life. I can do anything I put my mind to was the motto of my household. I am also blessed with a personality that is optimistic and shruggs things off easily. Because of this thought pattern and personality, I have rarely ever been jealous or jaded. Hence the sisters being kept locked away except for very very rare occasions.

Indeed I had actually almost forgotten they exist because it has been a year or more since I had a brief stint with them surfacing, so it was much to my surprise when they were able to get free today to wreak their usual havoc.

Now being the older sister, Jacqui is usually not far behind them with her tools to chip away at the stated optimism and self image and today she went to work immediately after the twins were freed from their arrest.

Warnings, alarms, bells, Narco waking with a scream, Froofroo crying her eyes out, Snap cursing like a sailor, chaos reigning amongst all of us that are the Imp, with the Imp trying to keep control. It was such a sudden attack that there was not much time to react. This Imp worked hard and fast to calm everyone and work on extricating ourselves from the situation which had magically unlocked the sisters.

Once removed from the situation, the true battle began. The J sisters fight fast, hard, and mean. There is no honor in the way they fight and it is a major battle. Jealous jumps to the frontline and stabs at Froofroo spouting nasty barbs , bringing up past pains that only make Froofroo cry more (Froofroo is not a good fighter). Unfortunately Snap is of a weak constitution so at times like these she is not much help and she tends to slowly side with the J sisters. She just started ranting and raving about why this happened and how they got out which was no use to the battle. This Imp dashed in front of Froofroo to fend off the barbs of Jealous as Jaded attacked Narco who really isnt any good fighting because of the constant sleepiness. Jacqui kept in the background chipping away as Snap just became angrier and angrier, the twins throwing well thrown and planned barbs. They know exactly what to say, which barbs to throw, and how to attack.

Now here I must pause in the battle scene to say that just three months ago...at this point in the battle....this Imp would have lost. Jacqui would have reigned with Jaded and Jealous backing her up. But I must credit my friend Double for the testimony he gave last night because it helped win the battle for this Imp today. I brandished my double edge sword of truth, paused for a moment to feel the silence and then attacked with flourish. It was an ugly battle with pain, hatred, and darkness opressing the air in swirling confusing motions about us as we fought.

Alas though...Victory! Yes we had victory, with power given to us by the One who is stronger, we were able to fight the J sisters back into their locked room and put extra locks in place. A peace was restored to us as we all stumbled to our knees in exhaustion. Froofroo stopped crying, Snap calmed down, and Narco is sleeping peacefully....and though we are all injured and all still very much hurt, we have won the battle and will press forward to what is in store for the future.

"The Lord is good, a refuge in in time of trouble. He cares for those who trust in Him." Nahum1:7

"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. " Jeremiah29:11

Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Moving on up


Hello Everyone! Beautiful Baby here again. Guess what? I have moved on up to eating solid foods with my bottles. Well it is actually kinda mushy and the whole chewing action is hard when you do not have any teeth, so you have to squish it around in your mouth and half of it falls back out and makes a mess as you can see in my picture. My Imp aunt says it takes true beauty and talent to look this cute when I have mushy carrots all over my face. To which, of course, I say some things are just way easy...being cute is no problem for me...eating mushy carrots without teeth and staying clean...that is a different story.
This picture was taken when my Imp aunt came to play with me and my brother so Mommy and Daddy could go on some date thing. Imp aunt said that she was having a date with two of the most handsome males in town, referring to me and my brother of course, to which I gave her my smile....you know the one that makes females melt and give me my way...to which she responded with a laugh and googled over me some. Ahh it is great to be beautiful!

Tuesday, January 24, 2006



This wonderful picture is of a waterfall I have actually seen! and I plan on returning there very soon and when it gets warmer I am all about getting in the water! Thank you to Omar for giving me the picture.

This Imp went hiking the other day with some friends and it was so much fun. I have not truly been hiking in a long time and it was refreshing to remember how much I used to like doing such activities. It was so invigorating that afterwards instead of being tired I was pumped and hyper. I can't wait to go again and hope the rain holds off.

So I have been abit lax in posting but then again I have been postless in thought, I would bring up a new post page and stare at it blankly. It is horrible! I must renew my creativity, something is happening, I shall try brainstorming and such tonight to see if I cannot get the creative juices flowing again so I can post more interesting stuff than my writer's block.

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Comfort


This is abit of a follow up from my last post. After the terrifying thoughts that bantered through my brain about children I was reminded of a very important fact. God is in Control. Though it is a scary sight to think of the future and of raising children, God gives his assurance to always be there for us. One thought that comes immediately to mind is the verse many of us know too well "Your Word is a lamp unto my feet and light unto my path." Psalm119:105 And if we ponder that abit deeper than we did as children we come to think of lamps or what we would use: flashlights. If you think about a flashlight in the dark, it concentrates best right around you, allowing you to see your next few steps but it is not always easiest to see exactly what is farther ahead of you, the light illuminates that the path is there but not necessarily exactly what is ahead on the path. You still feel confident that you will be able to stay on the path though because you have the light to show you the way and reveal obstacles.
In this same way Jesus' is our lamp and if we let him, he will guide us and illuminate our path, of course he illuminates only a few steps at a time according to his plan, but we can still see the path ahead because his light through scripture gives us hope of the future though we cannot see details. This is such a comforting thought to me, that though it may be scary to think of the future , like walking through dark woods, knowing I have the light of Jesus' to guide me give confidence to take the next step. He will guide me in everything, including in the raising of my future children.
May He shine his light on you and may you bask in the glory of his light.

"Cast your cares on the Lord and he will sustain you; he will never let the righteous fall." Psalm55:22

"I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you and watch over you." Psalm 32:8

"When Jesus spoke again to the people, he said, 'I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will never walk in darkness but will have the light of life.' " John 8:12

"I will lead the blind by ways they have not known; along unfamiliar paths I will guide them; I will turn the darkness into light before them and make the rough places smooth. These are the things I will do; I will not forsake them. " I saiah 42:16

Terrifying


I went to see Mr. Nephew and Beautiful Baby last night. I have not seen them in a week or so and was having withdrawal symptoms. Upon arrival Beautiful Baby was crying pitifully, his little eyes all red and little nose running. My poor baby! I rescued him immediately and worked with ease to stop those tears and bring that beautiful baby smile to the surface. Mr. Nephew was playing on his computer....yes yes it is true...he is four and has his own computer. He turned it off when I got there which made this Imp feel truly loved because that is a rare occasion. He must have been having Aunt Imp withdrawal as well to inspire such actions. He promptly informed me he had not been put in time-out at school to which I heralded much praise. We then decided to play connect four which he had played only once before with his father (pic above). As we played I tried to patiently teach him exactly how to play and strategy. He tried his only strategy of cheating with a bat of beautiful lashes and cute grin but this Imp was not phased. I made sure he knew cheating was not allowed. Beautiful baby sat in my lap slobbering on one of the game pieces in his own support and I couldn't help but think about all the things both of them still have to learn.

This Imp learned last week of an old aquaintance who is pregnant and due to circumstances will be going through her pregnancy and raising of the child without the father. And after learning about this I could not help but ponder the thought of having to go through such things alone, being solely responsible not just for the physical needs of the child, but the mental and spiritual needs. To teach the child right and wrong, teach him knowledge to live in this world, teach him to love others that might not love him back.
This resurfaced as I watched those two boys that I love oh so much and it made me almost terrified of having my own children. The hugeness of the responsibility hit this Imp square in the chest. I can barely keep myself straight how can I ever be responsible for another? And if I could be responsible in such a fashion what about the world I would be introducing this child to? Even in the short time I have been alive things have changed almost drastically. Families barely exist anymore. You are considered a minority if you don't believe in or have never been divorced. Immorality rages and is widely accepted as the norm and if you are against it then you are an outcast. Children aren't supposed to be children, they are supposed to miniature adults, watching adult shows, wearing adult like clothes, doing adult like activities. They can't just play in the mud, or use their imagination, or be silly, or just be ....children anymore.
It is a terrifying thought to me and I am no where near the time in my life where I will be having children. I wonder if those who have or are having children realize even to a slight degree what lays ahead of them.

Friday, January 13, 2006

Bug me not!

Many who have known this Imp for years will agree that I am somewhat of a tomboy. Ok I was very much a tomboy until my first year of college. Up until I graduated highschool I would not own or wear anything pink, could not stand any form or fashion of public displays of affection, could not stand mushy romance, played mud football, did not care what was "in fashion" and wore jeans/shorts with sweatshirt/tshirt, makeup was practically nonexistent and scrunchies were the best way to fix hair.


Of course some how Froofroo was able to take over for a while when college first started and the next thing the rest of us know we are paying a fortune for jeans that "flatter the figure" or something like that and we not only own pink items but we own multiple pink items and are wearing them! After we finally managed to abdicate Froofroo from this total takeover which turned into a girlygirl makeover the damage was done to an extent it could not all be taken back.

Now this Imp is back in charge and I must say for the whole group, excluding Froofroo, that we are still much tomboy...we have found a balance....mudfootball is still great, makeup is ok as long as it can be applied in a timely fashion that does not take away from how long we can sleep before we have to get up (Narco is adamant about this), public dispays of affection are still a touchy issue, Fashion is unfortunately incorporated into our closet, layers and straighteners now fix the hair, and mushy romance will never be accepted much to Froofroo's protest.



Now I have said all of that to tell you my bug story. Ha ha. Because of the tomboy side this Imp is not afraid of snakes, spiders, mice, etc. I do not particularly enjoy them but they do not make me do the "climb high and scream" motion. Only one bug gets to me and that is the cockroach or waterbug (the cockroaches cousin here in the south). That bug makes my skin crawl! I can't stand the sight of them and absolutely cannot stand to kill them except by spray.


The crunch, oh I am shuddering as I type this...goosebumps!....the crunch is like someone scratching their fingers down a chalkboard or scraping their teeth on a fork...it just makes me go...Uuuuuuggh!


I hate the feel and sound so much that as a child we had to stay in this seedy little motel because our car broke on vacation and the room had loose concrete under the carpet that felt like thousands of crunching cockroaches when you stepped on it. So I jumped from bed to bed and made my dad carry me in and out of the room. Had nightmares that night of the crunching...ugh! (Plus my brother made me watch Nightmare on Elm Street when parents went out for coffee)


Soooo needless to say my encounter with one of those hideous creatures yesterday was not fun! I had to go to the restroom and entered with confidence ignorant of the enemy that lay in waiting. I went about my business and was reaching for toilet paper when suddenly there he was, four inches of scaly, nasty, shiny, shudder inducing Periplaneta americana or in layman terms American cockroach! Needless to say I froze unable to breathe and immediately aware of my vulnerable state which could cause problems if he made any sudden moves.
He sat there unmoving, taunting with his long antennea as if he knew what just the sight of him did to me and knowing I am incapable of killing him because I have no spray and crunching is not an option.


Slowly I was able to properly finish what I had been doing before his appearance, the whole time my gaze fixed on his ugly little form and then BAM like a rocket I was out of there, shuddering and ughing violently out in the main area of the bathroom. I looked for spray in the cabinets hearing his little laugh coming from the stall as he knew he was winning...no spray was to be found. He must have scouted out the bathroom before his attack!


What do I do?? I cannot just flee and leave him alive to attack another unknowing female who was unfortunate enough to choose that stall. I cannot crunch and there is no spray! Frantically I searched my brain...he was skilled in his strategy....knowing this would throw the ever confident Imp in disarray.


I decided to exit the bathroom long enough to find spray rueing the time it would take because he would be able to redirect and create new strategy. Then...Behold!...a male came around the corner. He was quickly drafted into defense and sent forth into the bathroom to crunch, this Imp guarding the door so the nasty little thing couldn't escape( and for ethical reasons). Hooray the male killed him and I never even heard the crunch. Ha ha I triumphed in the end!

So despite some post trauma (checking the stall carefully for now on) the battle is won. The creature is dead and this Imp has reconfirmed a good use for males ;) (luv ya guys!)

Thursday, January 12, 2006

College did help!

Ta da! Looky looky! I now have my favorite blog links! (points over to the sidebar) I did it all by myself too! Those web design classes did teach me something in college. Sooo now everyone can check out the blogs I read everyday :) Hooray.



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Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Be Mine or Be SAD?


Here we go again! You know I don't think I would have much to write about if it were not for Walmart. Ha ha!
I am not sure which is worse...Christmas stuff out the first weekend of November or Valentines day stuff out the first weekend of January!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! I think my vote is Valentines Day stuff! Why? Well because it inflicts more torture than Christmas does. Christmas is a holiday everyone can enjoy (with maybe a few exceptions) and it is about giving and loving everyone and the greatest gift of all, Jesus Christ.
But what praytell is Valentines Day for except to make people that are single feel like crap! It is bad enough we have to suffer the "Day of Love" but a whole month and a half of seeing pink and red everywhere! BAHUMBUG!
Of course some restitution is found in the establishment of S.A.D. or Single Awareness Day. This Imp has been celebrating this day for a decade and boycotting Valentines Day. I did not realize it was a nation wide event though...I think we should petition Hallmark for S.A.D. cards and little candies...can you see it...dollar sign shaped candies that say "I have money" because we didn't have to buy flowers, perfume, chocolate, rings, cologne, dinner and a movie, etc. Or "Be myself" which is what we get to be because we don't have to worry about impressing another. Ohh and the classic "Happy S.A.D." ha ha!
I mean this is a marketing dream! Is that not what Valentines Day is anyway, a commercially driven drivel of a holiday that forces people to buy things they don't necessarily give any other time of the year for their significant other? Why not grab the other side of that market and run with it!
Now don't get me wrong, I am not against love...Froofroo would cry if I said such, but I am against the idea of Valentines Day...that we cannot express our love to our special someone better any time of the year than on February 14th. It is a sad concept and I would hope that if I wished to express my love I could do it any day of the year....like October 6th or August 2nd just as well as February 14th and without pink and red hearts of chocolate.
Which brings me to another point...the candy! This is a true push of the commercial, it is a collaberation of all fitness gyms and candy makers of the world. Think about it..New Year resolutions of trying to lost weight stick out for about a month and gym attendance is very high, but the first of February it drops off as people lose the enthusiasm for this resolution...so BAM....Valentines Day and candy galore and after the limelight of this commercial love fades women begin to realize it is almost March and they only have two maybe three months before bathing suit season! And we have another rush to the gyms. Is anybody seeing the correllation here?
Well I could go on for alot longer about the evils of this day but work is calling and I have plenty of time later to rant more!

Tuesday, January 10, 2006

Heart attack


Yup this Imp almost had a heart attack at twenty-four last night. The cause: Mr. Simon Kitty! The last few days have been "unseasonably warm" as the weatherman puts it...meaning I am wearing short sleeves today. So hence last night I turned the heat off and opened all the windows and my sliding glass door that goes out to the balcony to let the very nice air in to circulate my sardine box I call home. I always keep the screen closed on the balcony but last night I was feeling nice so I went out and let Mr. Kitty follow. This was his first trip unto the blacony. We are three stories up so I figured he would be ok with nothing to climb on and the cat instincts of "it is a very long fall"
Well I went back inside to exchange laundry from washing to drying and I hear him meow. I went over to tell him to come back inside and was going to shut the screen when I notice he is not on the balcony. So I look around my sardine box and call his name. No answer...no kitty.
Panic! I rushed out onto the balcony looking around...still no kitty...I called his name again as I rushed with a nauseous feeling to the railing and looked over, terrified I was about to see my sweet kitty's body crumpled on the ground three stories down. I couldn't see the ground it was too dark. I do believe I cried out in anguish..I cannot quite remember because I was beyond description in a sick emotional feeling. I remember the word "no" going through my head a thousand times.
Suddenly out of the darkness came Mr. Kitty's meow. What a heavenly sound at the moment and I looked around and saw him...sitting on the outside of the rail...on the tiny four maybe five inch ledge of the balcony....relief and panic innermingle...I wanted to rush up to him but was afraid I might scare him and make him fall. I knelt right where I was and called him to me. Thank heavens he is not the normal kitty to ignore when one calls him because he climbed back through the railing to the safe side and into my arms.
I almost cried in relief as I hugged him to my chest. "Your butt is staying inside!" was the first thing said to him as I quickly reentered the sardine box and put him down, turning away long enough to firmly close the screen. For the rest of the night, though the screen stayed closed, whenever I could not see him I would call until he came into sight...which actually means he spent most of the night in my lap.
So yes, this Imp almost had a heart attack last night, but fortunately fate saw to it that I stayed in the somewhat healthy state that I am for a while longer. As for Mr. Kitty....he will not be going back on the balcony. Sorry Mr. Kitty.

Monday, January 9, 2006

Beauty in the small things


In case you are just beginning to read this blog....or just haven't picked up the clues....this Imp adores children! I absolutely dote on my two nephews and any child of which I give care. One of the most beautiful sights in this life to me is that of a sleeping child. To have a child snuggled close to your chest, their soft baby scent surrounding you as they emanate warmth just makes your heart constrict. Parents and anyone who has experienced such I am sure will agree....it is such an overwhelming emotion that it is almost indescribable. I do not have children of my own yet and pray that someday I will be blessed with such, but even as a nanny and now an aunt, I have been able to experience such feelings to the extent that it makes me marvel. It is in that precise moment when selfishness is completely nonexistent, all you feel is a myriad of emotions for that small figure in your arms. All you think about in that time-still moment is how much you love that small one, how much you want to share with him, to teach him, to show him, to see how he marvels at all the things that have become common to you but will be new to him, how you would die to protect him.
It makes me flabbergasted that I have such emotions with my nephew I cannot fathom how it will be with a child of my own....but yet it makes me realize something amazing....that is how God sees us.
In that brief moment of selflessness when you experience such love for someone it is a brief glimpse on how God loves us. He wants to show us things, to watch us marvel at the glorious perfection of His plan, to see Him through eyes that are new everyday, He loves us selflessly and even died to protect us! How amazing is that! Jesus' is God's son, but yet we are the adopted children of God and He loves us just as much, I tend to correlate this with the fact I can experience the emotions I do for my nephew, though he did not come from me, he is still in a sense my "adopted" child. I praise the fact that though I have done nothing to deserve such, like a still sleeping child, God has such love for me.
I pray that all that read this may someday experience such emotions with a little one so that all can understand what I mean.

John 3:16 For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whosoever believes in Him should not perish but have eternal life.

Romans 8:16 The Spirit itself bears witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God.

Galations 3:26 For you are all the children of God by faith in Christ Jesus.

1John 4:16 And we have known and believed the love that God has for us. God is love and he that lives in loves lives in God and God in him.

Friday, January 6, 2006

She's Back!!!

VICTORY!!
The Imp has triumphed! Jacqui is gone for now. Ha! It has been a rough week, the battle was tough. Many tears, prayers and good conversations with friends helped this Imp to pull through. Many thanks and much love to this Imp's best friend and sister Mrs. H, as we will call her, for allowing this Imp to call her and cry on the phone in the middle of the night. And another thanks and love to Beauty Queen for allowing this Imp to interrupt her ice cream and talk. (Oh and small side note to thank Mrs. H's husband since he was trying to sleep and wasn't grumpy at the call)
It is so amazing to have such awesome friends! Praise the Lord in more ways than one!
Another thing that helped was last night on a very spur of the moment thought I went to my dance class. I had planned on staying home in isolation one more night until full recovery was made from the struggle with Jacqui but then I knew dancing was exactly what I needed. And boy was I right!
Gliding around the room in the arms of the dance teacher as we danced a waltz was heaven. I was able to close my eyes let the teacher lead and just enjoy the moment. It made me think of my walk with the Lord and made me realize that I won the battle of Jacqui when I finally just shut my eyes and let the Lord lead the dance that I call my life. Then to end the evening I was able to dance the Hustle with a favorite dancing partner. All my worries, stress, depression, and confusion flew away with those twists, turns and (of course) the pretzel move! I felt so alive when I was through though I knew my feet would complain later. I went home smiling and singing.
So here I am back in full imp form ready to make people smile. Ready to love even if it is not returned. Ready to care when others will not. Ready to "Add to the Beauty" as Beauty Queen would express :)
I noticed then on some friend's blogs and thought I would do my own. Seven things, I think is what it is called.
Seven things to do before I die:
  1. Have children. (Yes I know I need to get married first, minor detail..ha ha)
  2. Tell the man I love...well that I love him ha ha
  3. Tell everyone else I love them as well
  4. Finish writing my book
  5. Travel everywhere, I want to see as much of this world as possible
  6. Be in a production of Phantom of the Opera (preferably as Christine but would even be a prop...ha ha!)
  7. Ride as many roller coasters as possible

Seven things I cannot do:

  1. Eat bellpepper or raw onion
  2. Go without music for more than an hour
  3. Put a pillow over my head
  4. Not laugh (even in my bluest hours I still can somehow laugh)
  5. sit still
  6. talk without using my hands
  7. have blonde hair (makes me look sick)

Seven things that attract me to Mrs. H (my best friend)

  1. Her smile
  2. The fact she knows all my faults and still loves me
  3. I have hurt her feelings and been stupid and she still puts up with me
  4. She is there for me always, even if it is by cellphone
  5. She is my rationale, conscious...my Jimminy Cricket
  6. She inspires me, holds me accountable, and makes me laugh
  7. She is my sister though we don't share parents :)

(need more than seven but that is seven of many...Love ya Mrs. H!)

Seven things I say most often:

  1. you know?
  2. I am confused!
  3. when i have kids i....
  4. bless their heart
  5. snap snap
  6. good gravy
  7. Bloody hell (my most common naughty words)

Seven books (or series) I enjoyed and could read again

  1. The Mark of Lion by Francine Rivers
  2. The Hawk and the Jewel by Lori Wick
  3. Life is Tremendous by Charlie "Tremendous" Jones
  4. Redeeming Love by Francine Rivers
  5. Don't Let Anybody Steal Your Dream by Dexter Yeager
  6. How to Win Friends and Influence People by Andrew Carnegie
  7. Anything by Julia Quinn

Seven movies I watch over and over again

  1. Bob Hope and Bing Crosby "Road to" movies
  2. Phantom of the Opera
  3. Van Helsing
  4. Peter Pan (2003 version)
  5. The Village
  6. McClintock
  7. Pirates of Carribean

So there ya have it. That was fun and hopefully interesting...if not oh well ha ha! Well it is time for this Imp to go and socialize...something I wasn't sure I ever wanted to do again a few days ago....ha like I really believed those Jacqui lies!


The Imp's new family and one of the reason's she won against Jacqui!


This Imp and Mrs H. (the night before she became Mrs. H.)
Love to everyone!



Wednesday, January 4, 2006

It will pass.

A break is needed.
From everything: blogging, socializing, being the Imp.
Jacqui is winning.
New tactics must be used.
The Imp will triumph!
But time will be needed.
It will pass!
The Imp will return...and soon.

Tuesday, January 3, 2006

Imp vs Jacqui

So though Jacqui is still somewhat fighting to hold reigning spot...the Imp is making a comeback and therefore the post today is much more brighter than yesterdays. Once again I was out doing those blogthings and have some funny results to post...here we go:

What kind of pie are you:
Pumpkin pie
You're the perfect combo of uniqueness and quality
Those who like you are looking for something (someone!) special
I like pumpkin pie, especially with cool whip on top!
Your Seduction Style: The Natural
You don't really try to seduce people... it just seems to happen.
Fun loving and free spirited, you bring out the inner child in people.
You are spontaneous, sincere, and unpretentious - a hard combo to find!
People drop their guard around you, and find themselves falling fast
Ok this is funny! I have highlighted the parts I think are true, the rest? I question where they got such thoughts ha ha! I mean seriously....the Imp...just happening to seduce someone? HA!
Love element: Fire
In love, you are a true listener and totally present.
For you, love is all about feeling more alive than you've ever felt.
You attract others with your joy and passion.
Your flirting style is defined by your strong ability to communicate.
Fun and play are the cornerstones of your love life.
And while your flame may burn too brightly, it's part of your appeal
See my friends? There is a reason I like fire! Ha ha! So next time I play with candles at parties do not be alarmed...I am in my love element....ohh ohh my sides hurt from laughing! I am such a goof!
Your Career Type: Artistic
You are expressive, original, and independent.
Your talents lie in your artistic abilities:
creative writing, drama, crafts, music, or art.
You would make an excellent:
Actor - Art Teacher - Book Editor Clothes Designer -
Comedian - Composer Dancer - DJ - Graphic DesignerIllustrator
- Musician - Sculptor
The worst career options for your are
conventional careers, like bank teller or secretary.
And everyone that really knows the Imp is going "nodnod" and amazingly what does the Imp do for a living? Accounting! So not right :(
What Temperament are you?
You Have a Choleric Temperament
You are a person of great enthusiasm - easily excited by many things.
Unsatisfied by the ordinary, you are reaching for an epic, extraordinary life.
You want the best. The best life. The best love. The best reputation.
You posses a sharp and keen intellect.
Your mind is your primary weapon.
Strong willed, nothing can keep you down.
Your energy can break down any wall.
You're an instantly passionate person -
and this passion gives you an intoxicating power over others.
At your worst, you are a narcissist.
Full of yourself and even proud of your faults.
Stubborn and opinionated, you know what you think is right.
End of discussion.
A bit of a misanthrope, you often see others as weak, ignorant, and inferior.
Something this Imp already knew...because I always know and am always right! Haha! And absolutely hilarious too!
Well lunch break is over so it is back to the grinding stone...see everyone later!

Monday, January 2, 2006

Jacqui Resurfaced

I am confused.
I hate confusion.
Simple is a term dear to my heart but far from my grasp.
I don't want to be hurt.
I don't want to inflict pain.
I am cursed with a jaded, cynical mind and fairytale, hopeful heart.
I don't believe in quitting but would love to give up.
I love the dance but it is so hard to not lead.
I love to make people smile.
I only want the best for everyone I love.
Am I a hypocrite to laugh, smile, and make sure others are happy when inside I am turmoil?
Can I just stop being The Imp?
Turn in peppy, happy, go lucky for laid back, silent, and logical?
Are my dreams so unreachable?
Can I be four again with the world before me bright and myself invincible?
What am I doing?
I am very negative at this moment.
I hate being negative.
I will get past it as I always do.
Musing, ranting, venting helps.
It is better than keeping it bottled up.
I want to be normal again.
Jacqui go away!
Imp.....where are you?