masterbetty’s blog

Hey everyone,

I'm not doing much here, and there's really no focus, and Vox isn't too much into telling me how to change my user name, so I created myself another Vox blog with the purpose of blogging about food, knitting and books. Who knew? Anyway, I'm now Food/Crafts/Books Girl, so if you see that person friending you it's me, don't be surprised. Or, take this opportunity to add me to your neighborhood, because I'm a lazy lazy ho.

Tell us about your first kiss.  Who was it with?  How old were you?

Apparently events are conspiring to keep me thinking about the guy, because the other day my mother called and said, "Guess who I'm taking water therapy sesions with?! S's mom!" Now every time I talk to her, she has another S story for me. Anyway, my first kiss was with S. It was the summer, I was 16 and we were both in the public library. We were hiding out in the back corner, there was a chair there, he sat down, I sat on his lap and bam! We were kissing. We kissed for about five minutes. Very intense, in that teenage way. Later, my friend A, who was a page at the library, said someone had seen us kissing and took a picture. Huh.

As your bonus tale of the day, the Husband's first kiss was with me. Earlier that day we'd been out to lunch and it was a nice day, so I'd left my jacket in his car. He had to leave work early and he took off with my jacket. He called later and said he was making up the work he'd missed if I wanted to get my jacket, so I walked over to the library- again with kissing and libraries! Is this why I became a librarian?- and went up to his office. He had a banker's lamp on instead of the overhead lights and some music playing softly. I don't remember what events transpired before the kiss, but I was standing in the doorway between his office and the reading room and he kissed me. We were kissing and I realized that anyone passing by could see us, so I said as much to him. He held up his hat so it covered our faces and kept kissing me. Aw. Six years later, we got married.

Show us something you can't live without.
Submitted by awkwardidity.

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How did you meet your best friend(s)?

College. Marching band. The Husband was in the same that I was and then years later when we were dating, he introduced me to D, who he met through marching band. I bet he rues that day...

Show us a drawing of an animal.

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What are 5 things you'd like to accomplish in the next 5 years?

1- I want a houuuuuuuuuuse!!!!! * waves arms, stomps feet * HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
2- Kids. At least one in the next five years, then another one a few years after that.
3- A better job. A real librarian job. A grown up job that lets me be the one making decisions and gives me more money.

I don't know about 4 or 5. The first three are the big ones, and they're really all I think about. I'd like to make 4 and 5 be "Pay off bills" but my student loans won't be paid off that soon and they're the big ones.

What's the most memorable building you've lived in?
Submitted by Shelly.

Unfortunately, that would be the "Hellmouth". That was the Husband's and my first apartment together. It was a big old house divided into four apartments. We were in the bottom right apartment. Upstairs on the top left was a bipolar underage alcoholic and his girlfriend and straight above us was a guy we just called Pigfucker. Ugh. So the bipolar guy and his girlfriend would fight and they'd get drunk on the roof of the garage with Pigfucker and play music really loud. Pigfucker would play his music really loud or play video games really loud or just be an ass and act like he ran the place because he'd lived there for so long. It all got really bad after we'd been there for 6 months, when they decided to put up a cabana and declare the area right outside the bedroom windows a common area with a table and lots of drinkign and loud music every night, and then they wondered why we complained to the rental people all the time. One night we heard Pigfucker yell really loudly to someone about his fucking crybaby neighbors and how they needed to shut the hell up. That was the night the Husband sent me to stay with a friend. Pigfucker kept him up till maybe 4 in the morning doing various asshole things. The next morning we were at the rental office right when it opened, letting them know we'd be moving. They were bastards about it- they're bastards about everything, these are the people who let my best friend go 3 months without hot water because they couldn't be arsed to come look at what might be the problem but we managed to get out of there. Even though we had to pay double rent for three months and live on boxed mac and cheese, it was infinitely better than the alternative.

What's your musical horoscope?  (Put your music player on shuffle and write down the first 10 songs that come up.)  Inspired by Stephanie.

I'm a sucker for things like this. Here we go.

Lose Yourself- Eminem
I'm a Believer- The Monkees
Life on a Chain Gang- Pete Yorn
Superstition- Stevie Wonder
Hey Ya- Outkast
The Internet Is For Porn- from Avenue Q
Rio- Duran Duran
Fuck Off- Mindless Drug Hoover
Bizarre Love Triangle- New Order
Lady Come Down- Rupert Everett and Colin Firth from The Importance of Being Earnest

Strange mix, eh?

What song or lyrics are stuck in your head at the moment?  What album is it from?
Submitted by Lox Ly. 

Thanks, Vox, now the song that's stuck in my head is that kylie Minogue tune. Can't Get You Out Of My Head. Na na na, na na na na na... Only, I'm picturing freaky Sue White from Green Wing singing it in her Scottish accent. Lovely.

What is your browser's default home page set to?
Submitted by Kelev T. Cat.

Our library/my place of employment's home page.