Stolen from Terry: (www.terryteachout.com)
• I am: waiting for my furnace to be inspected.
• I want: an assistant. Someone who could, for example, wait for the furnace inspector.
• I wish: I had some sour cream in the house.
• I hate: people who rationalize behavior in themselves — gridlocking interesections, for example — that they find unacceptable in others.
• I love: lamp! (Inside joke).
• I miss: someone that no one suspects that I miss.
• I fear: more things than I can enumerate.
• I hear: my iPod, on shuffle, playing the “Latin” genre.
• I wonder: how my household is going to get through this weekend.
• I regret: not having a wild youth.
• I am not: as nice as some people think.
• I dance: when I’m alone.
• I sing: often.
• I cry: easily.
• I am not always: right, but I need to be reminded of that fact more often.
• I make with my hands: very good Sloppy Joes.
• I write: almost every day
• I confuse: certain near homonyms. Murray/Murphy, Thomas/Thompson, etc. even in the case of very good friends.
• I need: damn little, to be truthful. Except, perhaps, an assistant.
• I should: get off the computer.
• I start: lots of self-improvement projects.
• I finish: on time.
• I tag: All of you!
� I am: slightly hungover today
� I want: it to be warm and sunny on Sunday, my day off
� I wish: it wasn’t going to take 6-8 weeks to order my Mini
� I hate: Having to wait a long time for things
� I love: My husband, Matt
� I miss: My mommy
� I fear: Bees, and wasps, and hornets – a lot!
� I hear: Rock Me Amadeus on my iPod
� I wonder: If we’ll go to Springfest this weekend
� I regret: very little in my life
� I am not: looking forward to revising my synopsis for my ms, yet again, to make it the right length! UGH
� I dance: Whenever I can
� I sing: all the time, but I sound terrible!
� I cry: at the most bizarre things!
� I am not always: right, but I’ll let you know when I am!
� I make with my hands: very good obscene gestures
� I write: almost every day
� I confuse: Sara and Shanan’s names sometimes
� I need: a pair of Manolo’s I saw in the Barney’s catalog!
� I should: get off the computer.
� I start: everyday with three smacks of the snooze button.
� I finish: this meme
� I tag: All of you!
• I am: trying (sometimes, very trying).
• I want: a chocolate malt.
• I wish: I didn’t want a chocolate malt.
• I hate: hate.
• I love: love.
• I miss: the point often.
• I fear: becoming a “cute old man.”
• I hear: music in my head. Now playing “Henry the Eighth I am, I am.”
• I wonder: where lost weight goes and gained weight comes from.
• I regret: not pushing myself harder.
• I am not: going quiet into that good night.
• I dance: with brave women with tough feet.
• I sing: almost all the time.
• I cry: but don’t admit it.
• I am not always: with it.
• I make with my hands: nice shadow dogs and birds.
• I write: as well as I can.
• I confuse: everyone who asks me for a simple answer.
• I need: a chocolate malt.
• I should: get back to work.
• I start: many more things than I finish.
• I finish: many fewer things than I start.
• I tag: you! Now, you’re “it.”
• I am: writing my first novel.
• I want: to finish it.
• I wish: it would sell!
• I hate: being so lazy.
• I love: when I get a great idea and get it down on paper.
• I miss: being thinner.
• I fear: getting fatter.
• I hear: the TV.
• I wonder: if I’ll like the blueberry “fig” bars I just bought.
• I regret: all the time I waste.
• I am not: very sociable.
• I dance: rarely.
• I sing: along.
• I cry: when I need to and feel better almost every time.
• I am not always: on the ball.
• I make with my hands: beaded jewelry, bookmarks, decoupaged lightswitch cover, stuff.
• I write: when I have something to say and every chance I get.
• I confuse: Viet Nam and Viet Man. Duh.
• I need: to lose some weight.
• I should: get back to work.
• I start: eating and can’t stop some days. HELP!
• I finish: when I have deadlines.
• I tag: along…
• I am: on deadline.
• I want: to finish this piece so that I can take a nap. Too bad that ain’t happening.
• I wish: for ice cream. Even though I just ate some this afternoon.
• I hate: the Mr. Softee jingle.
• I love: the new computer chair I just bought after six months of procrastinating.
• I miss: my grandparents.
• I fear: being thought of as weak.
• I hear: singing, but there’s no one there. And I talk to the trees but they don’t listen to me.
• I wonder: if I’ll ever lead a well-rounded life.
• I regret: not much, because it’s not worth it.
• I am not: afraid of the future.
• I dance: when I get the chance, which isn’t often, unfortunately
• I sing: not nearly as much as I used to, nor as I’d like to.
• I cry: rarely, but when it do it’s brutal to watch.
• I am not always: the social butterfly some people perceive me to be.
• I make with my hands: bizarre gestures.
• I write: many hours of the day
• I confuse: myself, especially when it comes to finding my keys.
• I need: order out of chaos and to figure out my relationship with religion.
• I should: go back outside.
• I start: laughing at the strangest things, singing in the street, and resolving to relax.
• I finish: this project, and almost any other, no matter how much I worry I won’t.
• I tag: you tag, we all scream for tagging
. I am: crunchy, especially in the knees.
� I want: not to be so crunchy.
� I wish: I had three wishes.
� I hate: god, any god, being used as a control knob. Oh, and people that use 9/11 as an excuse for shitty service or as an inflation device to pump up their own need for power.
� I love: Michigan in spring and the mountains of North Carolina in autumn.
� I miss: the many friends who left too soon.
� I fear: Flying. And becoming a grumpy old man while I’m still middle aged.
� I hear: Ducks
� I wonder: why I hear ducks.
� I regret: 1987.
� I am not: a grumpy old man.
� I dance: when I get stung by a bee.
� I sing: Not since the permanent injunction was filed against me by the S.P.C.A.
� I cry: in my sleep and at the end of ‘Braveheart.’
� I am not always: this serious.
� I make with my hands: Senor Wences puppets and grilled salmon with picante sauce.
� I write: slowly, seriously, poorly,
� I confuse: adverbs with good writing
� I need: a bottle of Glenfiddich
� I should: worry more.
� I start: when the gun goes off.
� I finish:second.
� I am: hoping to get over this cold soon.
� I want: the weather to stay cool.
� I wish: we could get out of Iraq.
� I hate: people who believe they are better than others.
� I love: a good joke.
� I miss: friends who have died.
� I fear: losing my donated kidney.
� I hear: the birds in the morning.
� I wonder: at the beauty of the universe.
� I regret: not having a wild youth, also.
� I am not: as smart as some people think.
� I dance: seldom.
� I sing: or I whistle.
� I cry: at movies.
� I am not always: on time.
� I make with my hands: great pasta e fagiole.
� I write: seldom.
� I confuse: certain near homonyms, also.
� I need; more time.
� I should: make telephone calls more often than write emails.
� I start: exercising each week, making it a beginning each time.
� I finish: what I start (usually
Ooooh, fun, love memes….
. I am: going to Sacramento today.
� I want: to win the Lottery
� I wish: I didn’t have to go to Sacramento today.
� I hate: arrogant complacency and smirky people.
� I love: memes!
� I miss: my step-dad.
� I fear: global warming, and spiders.
� I hear: my iPod, on shuffle, Miles.
� I wonder: how hot it will be in Sacramento
� I regret: not doing a semester in the Soviet Union (yeah, I’m that old) when I had the chance.
� I am not: all that nice, either, but I pretend well.
� I dance: when I’m alone – and only when I’m alone.
� I sing: when I’m cleaning the house, and driving.
� I cry: easily. Yeah. At Hallmark commercials, for Pete’s sake.
� I am not always: mellow. I can get pretty wound up, which I believe causes wrinkles, so I don’t like it.
� I make with my hands: yummy Thanksgiving dinner. In fact, it’s the only time I willingly cook.
� I write: PowerPoint presentations for my job. Yuck.
� I confuse: certain people with other people. Often rather embarrassing.
� I need; a roof over my head, books, music, the cat.
� I should: get off the computer, and get going to stupid Sacramento.
� I start: lots of letters that never get finished.
� I finish: at the last possible moment.
� I tag: I dunno – ummm, whoever’s in the mood to play?
- I am: moving s-l-o-w-l-y through my day at work.
� I want: my right thumb to stop hurting. I think I have bursitis.
� I wish: I could get myself to start Weight Watchers…again.
� I hate: hardcore Republicans.
� I love: Mandy Patinkin.
� I miss: being drunk and eating McDonald’s french fries.
� I fear: being poor when I am old.
� I hear: birds chattering, the wind whooshing through the screen.
� I wonder: what my nephew is doing now during his visit to Montreal.
� I regret: not going away to college.
� I am not: as nice as some people think.
� I dance: when I watch the Springsteen DVD of his Hammersmith Odeon concert.
� I sing: formally in public with less fear than before.
� I cry: hardly at all since I went on antidepressants.
� I am not always: as happy as I seem.
� I make with my hands: collages. I want to do it more.
� I write: because I have to.
� I confuse: Mary Kate with Ashley.
� I need: to get my finances together.
� I should: return my friends’ calls more promptly.
� I start: a story, and then another within the confines of the first story, and then another, lather, rinse, repeat. Thankfully I usually wrap them all up, but often I don’t know how.
� I finish: if I really concentrate.
� I tag: Vickie…
� I am: hungry.
� I want: something to eat, and maybe a couple of hours’ free time.
� I wish: I’d thought to buy a sandwich earlier.
� I hate: one of my webhosts for its crappy connection.
� I love: it for its low, low prices.
� I miss: wildly whenever I play darts.
� I fear: terrible ennui. And also spiders.
� I hear: the hum of my computer.
� I wonder: what’s in the house for dinner (he said, maintaining a theme).
� I regret: nothing!
� I am not: a small city just outside La Paz.
� I dance: like a brick. A brick with no rhythm or skill. And so, rarely.
� I sing: like a cat with its arse on fire. And so, rarely.
� I cry: like dancing and singing, rarely.
� I am not always: so obsessed with food. It’s just been one of those one-meal days.
� I make with my hands: women swoon and grown men weep. And a succession of pot plants die.
� I write: rambling shite on the internet and the occasional book.
� I confuse: everyone who meets me for the first time and can’t figure out what I’m talking about.
� I need: we’re back to dinner again.
� I should: do the washing up.
� I start: dozens of things of all kinds, then abandon them within hours.
� I finish: off all the leftover trifle whenever there is any.
� I tag: no one directly. However, I have hidden a sequence of clues in the paintings of Leonardo Da Vinci, each more fiendish than the last…
John fears spiders. Who knew. Of course we all knew that he makes women swoom and grown men weep.
<UL><LI>I am: at that stage of a major project when I can’t remember why I’m doing it.
<LI>I want: enough money to let at least one parent quit his/her day job.
<LI>I wish: success were based on merit.
<LI>I hate: my weaknesses.
<LI>I love: making my boys laugh.
<LI>I miss: fearlessness.
<LI>I fear: that I have already become a non-productive person with good excuses.
<LI>I hear: they’re hiring at Starbucks.
<LI>I wonder: if I’ll finish this novel in less than five years.
<LI>I regret: not recognizing the unusual nature of my previous successes and exploiting them.
<LI>I am not: managing my time as well as I should.
<LI>I dance: with toddlers and dip them upside-down.
<LI>I sing: the horn line to YOU CAN FEEL IT ALL OVER to Mac in California. I hear nothing in response. When Kathleen comes back on the line, she tells me he kissed the phone.
<LI>I cry: when I’m exhausted and somebody gets unexpected help and solidarity in a movie, TV show, or Hallmark commercial.
<LI>I am not always: the cause of a problem, despite my immediate impulse to see what I did to contribute to it and take responsibility.
<LI>I make with my hands: toddlers fly up into the air and land laughing hysterically on pillows on the couch.
<LI>I write: almost never, since the film started and the parental job schedules changed.
<LI>I confuse: apparent sincerity with trustworthiness, historically.
<LI>I need: to lose one of the following: children, work, day job.
<LI>I should: brush Butchie’s teeth.
<LI>I start: my day later than I could.
<LI>I finish: everything I start, even if it takes a foolishly long time.
<LI>I tag: “you,” when posting this list at my own blog. Here, I’m drawing a blank.
</UL>
. I am: celebrating my 4 yr anniversary w/Phillip today
� I want: my children to be happy, they deserve it
� I wish: I could buy a boat.
� I hate: two faced people
� I love: how I changed my life
� I miss: seeing my kids every day
� I fear: growing old and useless
� I hear: Laniappe Jazz on my PC
� I wonder: when I’ll get my next big raise?
� I regret:…not much really, I’ve learned a LOT!
� I am not: sorry I got divorced.
� I dance: whenever I can! it feels so good
� I sing: whenever I can!Ditto
� I cry: about the right things.
� I am not always: as productive as I should be.
� I make with my hands: Not much with my hands.
� I write: more when I email friends it’s easier for me.
� I confuse:too many things lately (getting old sucks)
� I need: very few material things to make me happy.
� I should: spend more time at the beach this year.
� I start: watching my weight every day, but it never goes anywhere!
� I finish: about half the things I start.
. I am: again, fighting with donnie over the month-end billing
� I want: harmony in my home
� I wish: for my kids to be happy produvtive people
� I hate: meanness
� I love: too many people and things to mention here
� I miss: i can’t say who
� I fear: clear mind, debilitated body
� I hear: donnie and joe arguing over code regulations, the hum of computer
� I wonder: what i’ll do tonight – if hubby will be good/bad mood
� I regret: a lot, or nothing. it all worked for some good…
� I am not: alot of things, good and bad
� I dance: with my daughter in the kitchen to old music
� I sing: in church, in the car
� I cry: a lot these days
� I am not always: as nice as i wish i could be
� I make with my hands: work, joy, sustenance, love, a mess, nice, etc……..
� I write: not as often as i’d like
� I confuse: lots of people including me
� I need: nothing really – need??? nothing really
� I should: be nicer
� I start: every day
� I finish: every day
I am: procrastinating
I want: more hours in the day
I wish: I could quit my day job
I hate: stupidity
I love: watching my daughter sleep
I miss: my grandmother
I fear: flying without Xanax
I hear: cats wrestling
I wonder: if the future is as bleak as it looks
I regret: very little
I am not: looking forward to bifocals
I dance: Never
I sing: in the car
I cry: for no reason sometimes
I am not always: on time
I make with my hands: my daughter’s braids
I write: an hour a day, more if I can
I confuse: how to use “lie” and “lay”
I need: a day at a spa
I should: stop procrastinating
I start: and always…
I finish.
<strong>I am:</strong> the Walrus, boo boop dee do
<strong>I want:</strong> a lot of things in life, most of which are unnecessary, unreachable or just plain dumb.
<strong>I wish:</strong> I were in a better space right now.
<strong>I hate:</strong> hate and the way negative vibes make my soul feel icky.
<strong>I love:</strong> my adopted hometown and the motley group of people in it, except for her and him and that guy over there, leaning against the fence.
<strong>I miss:</strong> more than you’ll ever know.
<strong>I fear:</strong> making a mess of things.
<strong>I hear:</strong> bells from down at the Ferry Building — a fake campanile, but not so fake that it can’t be enjoyed.
<strong>I wonder:</strong> at people some times. Whatever was he thinking when he thought that would be a good idea? Why did that girl just toss her candy wrapper on the ground? Yo, who made you the Lord of All Things?
<strong>I regret:</strong> a lot of things, but I wouldn’t be where I am today if I’d spent my life any differently.
<strong>I am not:</strong> who some people think I am. What’s up with that?
<strong>I dance:</strong> alone, when there’s no one home. I should’ve been Juliet Prowse.
<strong>I sing:</strong> alone, when there’s no one home. I should’ve been Patsy Cline or Peggy Lee.
<strong>I cry:</strong> easily these days — at the drop of a hat. I’m hoping that will not last.
<strong>I am not always:</strong> as kind as I could be, as smart as I could be, as wise as I could be.
<strong>I make with my hands:</strong> pine needle baskets
<strong>I write:</strong> almost daily.
<strong>I confuse:</strong> idle Web surfing with research that might come in handy some day.
<strong>I need:</strong> space, quiet time, peace.
<strong>I should:</strong> get organized, finish the book, plant that half-flat of impatiens, stop thumping on myself for things that aren’t done.
<strong>I start:</strong> with hopes fresh, new blank notebooks. This time <em>truly</em> I will get all my to-do lists and other bits of information in one place. That lasts about half a week.
<strong>I finish:</strong> what I start. Mostly. If it’s important..
<strong>I tag:</strong> you, according to my blog.
I am: moved to New Orleans
� I want: everything to go smoothly
� I wish: I was there now.
� I hate: bossy people and bratwurst.
� I love: my puppy Dash.
� I miss: my Mamma.
� I fear: growing old, and having to work as a greeter at Wal-mart to make ends meet, the 2am shift of course.
� I hear: Law and Order.
� I wonder: about the future
� I regret: not living life till now.
� I am not: the person most people seem.
� I dance: with my doggie.
� I sing: bad, loud and often
� I cry: at the drop of a hat.
� I am not always: right, but can convince most people I am .
� I make with my hands: cross stitch .
� I write: not nearly enough
� I confuse: my left and my right all the time .
� I need: to nap more often.
� I should: exercise more..
� I start: a lot of craft projects.
� I finish: few of them .
I am: Spartacus
I want: the impossible
I wish: hourly
I hate: more than I should
I love: easily
I miss: Toledo
I fear: more than I let on
I hear: voices. Really.
I wonder: if
I regret: courderoys
I am not: Jason Pinter
I dance: like Elaine Bennis
I sing: in church and the shower
I cry: at Extreme Makeover Home Edition
I am not always: as outgoing as I seem
I make with my hands: more than I used to
I write: worse than many, better than some
I confuse: standardized tests
I need: grace
I should: shower
I start: my car
I finish: what I damn well please
I tag: hauer
<ul>
<li>I am: working from home today.</li>
<li>I want: more time, more sleep, less stress.</li>
<li>I wish: I could write for a living and spend time with my family.</li>
<li>I hate: ass holes and people who litter.</li>
<li>I love: my son, my wife, our cats.</li>
<li>I miss: line dancing, movies, and free time.</li>
<li>I fear: being homeless.</li>
<li>I hear: Laurence Juber playing “My Love.”</li>
<li>I wonder: why…?</li>
<li>I regret: nothing, because anything in my past I changed could alter my having my son.</li>
<li>I am not: organized.</li>
<li>I dance: if air guitar counts.</li>
<li>I sing: only when driving or home alone.</li>
<li>I cry: occasionally at movies.</li>
<li>I am not always: easy to get along with or figure out.</li>
<li>I make with my hands: a damn good marinara.</li>
<li>I write: anytime I can.</li>
<li>I confuse: the people I love.</li>
<li>I need: more time, more sleep, more quiet.</li>
<li>I should: practice guitar before I go to my lesson.</li>
<li>I start: many things.</li>
<li>I finish: some things eventually.</li>
I am: exhausted from moving to another state.
I want: someone to come unpack all these boxes.
I wish: my wife didn’t have to work to support our family.
I hate: most of this season’s Real World cast.
I love: watching my daughter play.
I miss: San Diego.
I fear: big old spiders.
I hear: my dogs snoring.
I wonder: why I am sometimes annoyed by nothing.
I regret: a certain high school girlfriend.
I am not: who I thought I’d be.
I dance: with my daughter.
I sing: Jukebox Hero at totally inappropriate moments.
I cry: at movies where the underdog wins.
I am not always: easy to deal with.
I make with my hands: really bitchin’ shadow puppets.
I write: as much as possible.
I confuse: Oprah and Uma.
I need: to stop doing these memes.
I should: eliminate procrastination from my life.
I start: with an idea.
I finish: with a book.
I tag: Donald Rumsfeld. With a stiff right, a hard left uppercut and another right that turns out the lights.
I am: just a few weeks pregnant
I want: a four door car
I wish: people could just get along and accept one another
I hate: small minds
I love: planting flowers and watching them grow
I miss: my dad
I fear: getting in a car accident
I hear: The Who
I wonder: what will happen with global warming
I regret: not going to NYU
I am not: phony
I make with my hands: people’s hair look nice
I write: in my journal when I feel overwhelmed
I confuse: April and August and June and January
I need: a four door car pretty soon
I should: finish painting my house
I start: with a new Ob-gyn this month
I finish: Life as I’ve known it…
I tag: anyone who likes to do these who might discover something about themselves by thinking off the top of their head.
I am: at my new job.
I want: to finish this screenplay so I can get back to my ghost novel so I can finish it and get back to MY novel.
I wish: I didn’t have to work a day job.
I hate: yard work.
I love: naps with the boys.
I miss: naps with the boys.
I fear: losing whatever slim talents I have.
I hear: the copier.
I wonder: Why it’s so hard to make a living in this business.
I regret: not following Kris to Europe.
I am not: as productive as I should be.
I dance: all the time, but always alone.
I sing: whether anyone wants to hear it or not. Fuck ‘em.
I cry: when I read soldiers’ mail.
I am not always: as careful as I should be.
I make with my hands: dinner, every night.
I write: every day.
I confuse: people’s intentions. Constantly. I always assume they’re better than they are.
I need: vodka, the blues, and a good guitar.
I should: get this ghost novel done and outta here.
I start: strong. My first acts are usually killer.
I finish: when she asks me to.
I tag: whoever’s next in line.
I am: anxious… terribly, dreadfully anxious, I am…
I want: more time and more sleep
I wish: spring would last forever
I hate: smugness
I love: my dog, my children, and my jersey-knit sheets
I miss: my mom
I fear: being Wrong
I hear: right now, The Best of Split Enz
I wonder: where I was before I was born
I regret: not trying psychedelic drugs when I was young enough to be that dumb
I am not: as smart as I think I am
I dance: with my nephews
I sing: too much
I cry: too easily
I am not always: as sure as I seem
I make with my hands: messes of all kinds
I write: not enough
I confuse: my father
I need: a vacation, or a technology fast
I should: clean my apartment
I start: five books a week
I finish: not enough of what I start
• I am: in need of more coffee
• I want: the packages I’m waiting for to come today.
• I wish: people were nicer to each other
• I hate: ignorance and sea food
• I love: being married
• I miss: my dad
• I fear: heights
• I hear: my cat crying at seagulls out the window
• I wonder: who wrote the book of love
• I regret: not buying the complete set of Dark Shadows paperbacks at the thrift store back in 1998.
• I am not: looking forward to the next home improvement project.
• I dance: badly
• I sing: when I drive
• I cry: more than I used to
• I am not always: working
• I make with my hands: a lot of differnt things
• I write: too many emails
• I confuse: my uncle
• I need: more time with people I love
• I should: get a haircut
• I start: every day with coffee.
• I finish: almost everything
Do you really love the lamp, Brick? Or are you just saying it because you saw it?
I love lamp! I love lamp.
Love lamp- is that from Ron Burgandy? It’s a line of the retarded weather guy!