It’s been one of those days where life has come at me well over the speed limit at which I’m comfortable.  So, rather than further deplete my weary, overworked brain cells by coming up with a pithy post, I’m going to zoink a fun one from one of my favorite bloggers, The Queen B.  I hardly think she’ll mind seeing as how she zoinked it from Lisa, over at Take 90 West (another of my picks for groovy bloggers). 

     Thanks gals, for being an ace in the hole.

     Where is your cell phone?  In my purse, probably with a dead or nearly dead battery.  Thanks for the reminder to pull it out and plug it in.

     Your significant other?  On the couch in the next room.  I can hear the sports on the TV.  Baseball I think.  He was so successful at his fantasy football (and hockey, and basketball) team that he currently fantasizes three baseball teams.  I don’t know what else he fantasizes, but if it’s only baseball, I can live with that.

     Your hair?  Getting on my nerves.  Every six months to a year the drabness of it begins to get on my nerves.  And then I cut it.  And then I regret it and let it grow out.  And then I start over.

     Your mother?  Not nearly close enough.

     Your father?  Hmmm.  I inherited my love for all things practical jokey from him.

     Your favorite thing?  Hmm.  If we’re talking *things* I would have to say my house.  My computer is right up there on the list too though.

     Your dream last night?  I was on a school bus with two girls I knew in high school who were not my friends.  Not enemies.  Just not friends.  Acquaintances.

     Your favorite drink?  That depends.  If it is the weekend, wine.  Monday - Thursday, water.

      The room you are in?  My bedroom. 

     Your ex?   Which one?

     Your fear?  “C” word that rhymes with dancer.  Or losing any piece of what makes my life so perfect in spite of it being so far from perfect.

     Where do you want to be in 6 years?  On the bestseller shelf.  Well, not *me* physically.  My book. 

     Where were you last night?  Right here.  Ask me that same question just about any night and you’d get the same answer.  I don’t get out much.

     What you are not?  Fake.  A party animal.  Trendy.  A career woman.

     Muffins?  Love ‘em.  I’ve taken to calling myself blueberry because I am none too pleased with the muffin top that has taken residence around my mid-section since squeezing out a nine pound baby nearly two years ago.  Can you say tummy-tuck?  I am *so* there as soon as I can afford it.

     One of your wish list items?  Just one?  Okay.  A blackberry.  I need to jump on the techie bandwagon.  What’s that you say?  A blackberry is *so* ten minutes ago?  Oh.  It’s hip equivalent then.

     Where you grew up?  A beautiful place that leaves my heart aching for the comforts of home from time to time.  Too expensive there now though.  And no good jobs.  So here I stay.

     The last thing you did?  Talked on the phone to a friend in crisis.

     What are you wearing?  Running shorts and a sports bra with a tank over it to hide my blueberry.

     Your TV?  Surprisingly quiet in spite of the sports.

     Your pets?  We’re not pet people.

     Your computer?  Desktop, for now.  Check back in a couple of weeks though…

     Your life?  Does not remotely resemble the life I had planned.  Yet still, it’s splendid beyond compare.

     Your mood?  Peaceful, in spite of a foreboding to-do list.

     Missing someone?  My friend Monica from high school.  She sent me the nicest card the other day out of the blue. 

     Your car?  Just celebrated it’s one year anniversary of being in our family.  It’s a minivan.  I really didn’t want another minivan.  But the distance at which my children are able to sit from each other makes every last geeky inch of it worthwhile.

     Something you are not wearing?  Perfume.  I never do.  It makes my head hurt.

     Favorite store?  Let’s pretend money is not an issue.  Z Gallerie. 

     Your summer?  Hot.  Hot.  Hot.  It’s the desert, remember?  Dry heat, shmy heat.

     Like someone?  I like lots of someones.  Don’t you?

     Your favorite color?  Green.

     When is the last time you laughed?  Last night when I read Kellie’s comment on my post.

     Last time you cried?  The night before I went to Disney World for the mommy bloggers weekend.  It’s a guilt thing.

     Who will repost this?  What do I look like, John Edward?  I don’t know.

     And with that I’ve typed my last for the evening.  I’ll be a force to be reckoned with tomorrow.  Promise.