Friday, August 13, 2010

BYOC

1.  Do you remember your last dream?

*Yes - I had the same dream about my mom again. I am at a train station and I see what I think is my mom in the crowd ahead of me, but I know she died a long time ago. Then, she turns and I see her and I know it's her and I call out to her. She turns and looks at me and I know she sees me. Then she turns and runs to jump on the train. I run after her, calling for her. I am running to catch up with the train and I see her in the window looking at me, but never calling back to me. It's like she never died but was hiding from us all this time. I hate that damn dream!



2.  Which is your favorite body part of the human body and why?

*  On a man, my favorite body part is his arms. I don't like big muscle-busting body builder arms. That's just not attractive to me. And I never thought about arms before I met my husband. But I truly love his arms. He doesn't have obvious huge biceps, but you can definitely tell they are there. And when he puts his arms around me and I feel the strength and the safety in his arms I know there is nowhere else on earth I could ever feel that way. I love holding his arm when we are dressed up, my hand above the bend of his elbow. He tells me I'm his arm candy, and I like that.


On a woman, I like her hair. Is that a body part? I always notice a woman's hair. I have a hard time getting my straight, fine hair to do anything presentable. So, I am always impressed with women that have great hairstyles.

3.  Tell me about your first kiss...

* It was the summer before I turned 14, my family had just moved to a new state. I didn't even really have friends where we lived before, so a boy that wanted to talk to me was like the twilight zone. His was 16. He had the bluest eyes I've ever seen, was very tall, broad shoulders, and he shaved, in my eyes he was a *real* man. And my dad hated him, which made him even more attractive. Every time I was around him I felt like I was going to throw up, my ears would get hot, and I couldn't form complete sentences. I was so twitterpated. We talked almost every day when I would take our dog for a walk. He would wait for me in his yard. One day I was riding my bike and he stopped me and asked me if I had ever been kissed before. I lied. Then he told me that he wanted to kiss me. It was awkward and I didn't even know what I was doing. We dated for 2 years then broke up. We stayed friends and kept in touch until I was about 22, then we just kind of fell away from each other. My sister saw him a couple weeks ago, turns out he lives on the other side of the pasture from my best friend in high school. He asked about me. My sister told him I was married, and he said to tell me hi. awww memories...

4.  How big is your bed?

* We have a regular full sized bed. We cuddle most of the night so it works for us. I like being able to reach out my arm during the night and be able to touch him and know he's there.


5.  Repeat question....whose blog or comment stuck with you the most this week and why? 

*  I really have to say Kerri's answers about herself when she accepted her Versatile Blogger award. Specifically what she had to say about her son. I know what she is going through, I have been there, and my heart goes out to her. It took a lot of courage for her to put that out there, she is a very strong woman! I can't wait to meet her in Chicago and give her a hug!

4 comments:

  1. My heart aches for you on #1....so hard...

    Love #2 and #3 is a great story too....

    I think I just love you to death generally speaking.

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  2. Oh and yah - your comment on my blog had me in tears....like an aha moment...thank you for taking the time to write it...it means so much to me. For real. Thank you.

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  3. Rough dream! ***HUG*** Sorry you have that dream. I occasionally dream about my deceased parents; even good dreams are kind of hard, aren't they?

    "Arm candy" -- I love that!

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  4. That dream is so freaky... I hope that it is not your unconscious mind thinking that your mom is alive and hiding... Or maybe it just misses her and wishes that was so. *Maria*-Blogger from "This one time at BAND Camp..."

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