I heard about this meme from a blog I recently added to my Reader after a random follow on Twitter (if this isn't a web, then I don't know what is). I found it highly intriguing. Since I like to think of myself as an honest person and my blog tends to bog down so much nowadays, I thought it might be something fun to do.
Then I read through all the days,
Day 01 → Something you hate about yourself.
Day 02 → Something you love about yourself.
Day 03 → Something you have to forgive yourself for.
Day 04 → Something you have to forgive someone for.
Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life.
Day 06 → Something you hope you never have to do.
Day 07 → Someone who has made your life worth living for.
Day 08 → Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.
Day 09 → Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.
Day 10 → Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn’t know.
Day 11 → Something people seem to compliment you the most on.
Day 12 → Something you never get compliments on.
Day 13 → A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days. (write a letter.)
Day 14 → A hero that has let you down. (letter)
Day 15 → Something or someone you couldn’t live without, because you’ve tried living without it.
Day 16 → Someone or something you definitely could live without.
Day 17 → A book you’ve read that changed your views on something.
Day 18 → Your views on gay marriage.
Day 19 → What do you think of religion? Or what do you think of politics?
Day 20 → Your views on drugs and alcohol.
Day 21 → (scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do?
Day 22 → Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.
Day 23 → Something you wish you had done in your life.
Day 24 → Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs. (Just post the titles and artists and letter)
Day 25 → The reason you believe you’re still alive today.
Day 26 → Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?
Day 27 → What’s the best thing going for you right now?
Day 28 → What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?
Day 29 → Something you hope to change about yourself. And why.
Day 30 → A letter to yourself, tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself
And I thought, AWWW HELL NO! The only and only day of truth I need is Day 2...
I am NOT a honest person. ;)
Showing posts with label ego. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ego. Show all posts
Monday, October 4, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Diversionary Tactics
Last night, my family shared a very strange dinner. Since I had a meeting with Asia Pac at 8:30 p.m. and I usually don't get home until after 6:30 p.m., we had to find something quick to eat, especially after The Kitten threw a 15-minute fit because we weren't going to "Old Mcdonald's" or Willie's. We had decided on Mexican, and even though I don't like it, we went to the closest establishment of this type to our house.
First, we had to make somebody come take our order, and then he came back five minutes later and took it again. Not a good sign, but everything came out ok. I was almost done with my enchiladas when I saw something move in the corner of my eye, and before I could get my camera out to take a picture of the roach walking across the wall, the waiter came up and squashed it with a napkin. Okaaaay. You would have thought he could have comped our food for that, but no. While we were waiting an eternity for the check, I started hearing something that sounded like a real kitten. I kept looking around, but nobody else seemed to notice, and although my husband admitted to hearing the sound, he thought I was crazy for caring. Hello, I just shared dinner with a roach, and there is a kitten somewhere in this restaurant! Yeah, I'm crazy.
So, we never figured out where the kitten was, and we paid way too much for nausea from the unwanted dinner guests, but really I just told this story to take some of the spotlight off this interview I gave to a derby fan who posted today. Man, I'm good.
First, we had to make somebody come take our order, and then he came back five minutes later and took it again. Not a good sign, but everything came out ok. I was almost done with my enchiladas when I saw something move in the corner of my eye, and before I could get my camera out to take a picture of the roach walking across the wall, the waiter came up and squashed it with a napkin. Okaaaay. You would have thought he could have comped our food for that, but no. While we were waiting an eternity for the check, I started hearing something that sounded like a real kitten. I kept looking around, but nobody else seemed to notice, and although my husband admitted to hearing the sound, he thought I was crazy for caring. Hello, I just shared dinner with a roach, and there is a kitten somewhere in this restaurant! Yeah, I'm crazy.
So, we never figured out where the kitten was, and we paid way too much for nausea from the unwanted dinner guests, but really I just told this story to take some of the spotlight off this interview I gave to a derby fan who posted today. Man, I'm good.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
I'm Officially Cheap
So Catazonia may be taking a step down, but I think this house fits me better. Here's the post from my old blog on why I moved from paid hosting to Blogger:
I started this blog almost five years ago. Since I was finally on my way to being famous, I wanted to do it the right way. I got a domain that I thought was clever, and I paid for hosting.
This blog really revolved around my derby career, and over the past year and a half, without a true commitment on my part to derby, the blog has languished. Priorities change, and at this point in my life, it's not a priority for me to pay for web hosting on a neglected vehicle of fame. I'm not a very private person though, so I do want to keep a place for me to practice my exhibitionism.
Therefore, Catazonia is moving. I've already uploaded everything to Blogger and pointed a couple of other domains there. Very soon, catazonia.com will be pointing to Blogger also.
I still have some work to do on the new site, but it's good enough. See you on the other side, or in one of the other places where I tend to exhibit.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Never Mind
Remember last week when I was all excited about my most recent bout? Yeah, never mind.
I skated in about five jams before I was ejected. Yep, that's me...the low block. That low block was actually a swift kick to a skate. Just what you'd expect from a mature, experienced skater.
Instead of going into the history of me and my former league (which is already documented here), I'm going to delve into the ancient history of me and my uncontrolled emotions. It all started when I was called into the office in fifth grade for laughing at a classmate during a school program. Yes, my class was on stage in front of the entire student body and parents, and I laughed out loud when somebody forgot their lines. Mostly because I knew everybody's lines. I was a smartass punk when I was ten. Anyway, our principal caught me afterwards, told me to come see him in the morning, and spent what seemed like an eternity explaining how I should learn to control my emotions. Either that was too much for a fifth-grader to comprehend or I've spent the past thirty years rebelling against that first trip to the principal's office.
In high school, my emotions often got the better of me on the basketball court. I can't tell you the number of times I was ejected from games from technical fouls. I remember most clearly throwing the ball directly into the stomach of an opponent because I was tired of her rubbing her flab all over me. I mean, really, that's just disgusting. When you enter my egotistical world in such a fashion, you get what you deserve.
Surprisingly, there weren't any outbursts during my tackle football stint. Maybe I didn't feel as noticable. I wasn't the smartest or the fastest or the best rebounder or the best blocker. I didn't stand a foot taller than everyone, for the most part. When I go unnoticed, it's easy for me to stay that way. When I stand out like a sore thumb, it gets a little dicey.
So as you can imagine, my derby career has been one lesson after another in controlling my emotions...lessons I usually fail. I don't regret anything, and I don't see any reason to apologize for being myself. I do wish I wouldn't have let my team down, but I have a few more chances to redeem myself this season before I decide to move on yet again. Maybe I was born in the wrong roller derby era, and my heart really belongs to the spectacle it was thirty years ago instead of the sport it's trying to be now. Does anybody know where I can get involved in that? ;) Yeah, never mind.
I skated in about five jams before I was ejected. Yep, that's me...the low block. That low block was actually a swift kick to a skate. Just what you'd expect from a mature, experienced skater.
Instead of going into the history of me and my former league (which is already documented here), I'm going to delve into the ancient history of me and my uncontrolled emotions. It all started when I was called into the office in fifth grade for laughing at a classmate during a school program. Yes, my class was on stage in front of the entire student body and parents, and I laughed out loud when somebody forgot their lines. Mostly because I knew everybody's lines. I was a smartass punk when I was ten. Anyway, our principal caught me afterwards, told me to come see him in the morning, and spent what seemed like an eternity explaining how I should learn to control my emotions. Either that was too much for a fifth-grader to comprehend or I've spent the past thirty years rebelling against that first trip to the principal's office.
In high school, my emotions often got the better of me on the basketball court. I can't tell you the number of times I was ejected from games from technical fouls. I remember most clearly throwing the ball directly into the stomach of an opponent because I was tired of her rubbing her flab all over me. I mean, really, that's just disgusting. When you enter my egotistical world in such a fashion, you get what you deserve.
Surprisingly, there weren't any outbursts during my tackle football stint. Maybe I didn't feel as noticable. I wasn't the smartest or the fastest or the best rebounder or the best blocker. I didn't stand a foot taller than everyone, for the most part. When I go unnoticed, it's easy for me to stay that way. When I stand out like a sore thumb, it gets a little dicey.
So as you can imagine, my derby career has been one lesson after another in controlling my emotions...lessons I usually fail. I don't regret anything, and I don't see any reason to apologize for being myself. I do wish I wouldn't have let my team down, but I have a few more chances to redeem myself this season before I decide to move on yet again. Maybe I was born in the wrong roller derby era, and my heart really belongs to the spectacle it was thirty years ago instead of the sport it's trying to be now. Does anybody know where I can get involved in that? ;) Yeah, never mind.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
My Hair is Weird and My Birthday is Way-Cool
In honor of being 40 years and 1 day old, I examined my gray hair. There's only one place where I can examine my gray hair: the restroom at work. So I didn't spend a lot of time on it there, as you can imagine, but pulled out one of those little suckers that looked gray and took it back to my desk.
It's not gray. It's the fucking lighting. So bite me, 40.
This is the cake that my mommy bakes for me every year. I hope my mommy keeps doing it for at least another ten years.
I almost died from excitement when I found out somebody else paid for me to drive a race car. Yessss! Best gift from my husband EVER (other than the ring, of course)!!!
Like I said, bite me, 40!
It's not gray. It's the fucking lighting. So bite me, 40.
This is the cake that my mommy bakes for me every year. I hope my mommy keeps doing it for at least another ten years.
I almost died from excitement when I found out somebody else paid for me to drive a race car. Yessss! Best gift from my husband EVER (other than the ring, of course)!!!
Like I said, bite me, 40!
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Life is Good!
A year ago, I was flat broke. I had just injured my bad knee during WFTDA Regionals, I was emotionally spent from a year of being disrespected, and I had spent all my money trying to force an extracurricular activity into a sport.
This year, my body feels great (even if it's overweight), I can hold a conversation without yelling or being yelled at (mostly), and I just booked a real family vacation. And by real, I mean we are taking The Kitten to see and play in real snow for the first time, not just squeezing in a day's visit to an amusement park because Mommy's too busy acting like a bad-ass.
It's funny how everything works out for the best (even though I'm still a bad-ass).
This year, my body feels great (even if it's overweight), I can hold a conversation without yelling or being yelled at (mostly), and I just booked a real family vacation. And by real, I mean we are taking The Kitten to see and play in real snow for the first time, not just squeezing in a day's visit to an amusement park because Mommy's too busy acting like a bad-ass.
It's funny how everything works out for the best (even though I'm still a bad-ass).
Friday, August 14, 2009
Insider Information
I haven't wanted to tell anybody my plans, but I figured since nobody reads this, it would be ok to let it slip here. Within the next month, I'm going to donate my hair to Locks of Love. My longest layer is at ten and a half inches in a ponytail right now. I'm going to give it a little bit more growing time just in case, then I'm going pretty damn short.
I'm scared.
I'm scared.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
LOLCATazon
You might have noticed a new link on Catazonia. (Yeah right, nobody reads this blog regularly.) I have finally gathered the LOLCATazons that I have created over the past year or so. (Oh yay, she's perpetuating a tired, old meme.) Some you may have seen here before; some have been floating around in other areas of the interwebs. (And your Myspace page sucks, too.) Enjoy! (Meh.)
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
My Blog is More Entertaining Than I Am
Give your blog a personality test. My blog's personality:
I took a personality test at work a few months ago, and I was a Senser.
Close, but geez...my blog is a little too touchy-feely for me.
ESFP - The Performers
The entertaining and friendly type. They are especially attuned to pleasure and beauty and like to fill their surroundings with soft fabrics, bright colors and sweet smells. They live in the present moment and don´t like to plan ahead - they are always at risk of exhausting themselves.
They enjoy work that makes them able to help other people in a concrete and visible way. They tend to avoid conflicts and rarely initiate confrontation - qualities that can make it hard for them in management positions.
I took a personality test at work a few months ago, and I was a Senser.
Sensers
Place a high value on action. They thrive on getting things done here and now, without unnecessary and time-consuming deliberations. They are direct, down-to-earth, and energetic.
Close, but geez...my blog is a little too touchy-feely for me.
Friday, November 21, 2008
First Report Card
First of all, we all know I'm a horrible person. I hit people I don't know, I make fun of coworkers, and I just have a bad attitude in general. Yet, I have never, ever, ever thought that The Kitten was not the most beautiful, funniest, and smartest girl in the world. Until she brought home her first report card...
The Kitten got an N (needs improvement) in "Recognizes letters and letter sounds." When I saw that, all the doubts surfaced. She won't be just like me; she'll fail Senior English just like her dad. She'll have to study instead of forgetting there's a test and still making a B. And if she's below average in academics, then she might be below average in athletics, too. Oh, please Lord, just let her look like her dad and not take after him in everything!!! All those negative thoughts raced through my head.
Then I remembered that the one thing I promised myself not to be a horrible person about is the most beautiful, funniest, smartest girl in the world. So I help her with the letters as much as I can without either one of us getting discouraged, and I keep on telling her she's the most beautiful, funniest, and smartest girl in the world.
The Kitten got an N (needs improvement) in "Recognizes letters and letter sounds." When I saw that, all the doubts surfaced. She won't be just like me; she'll fail Senior English just like her dad. She'll have to study instead of forgetting there's a test and still making a B. And if she's below average in academics, then she might be below average in athletics, too. Oh, please Lord, just let her look like her dad and not take after him in everything!!! All those negative thoughts raced through my head.
Then I remembered that the one thing I promised myself not to be a horrible person about is the most beautiful, funniest, smartest girl in the world. So I help her with the letters as much as I can without either one of us getting discouraged, and I keep on telling her she's the most beautiful, funniest, and smartest girl in the world.
Monday, November 17, 2008
Even Exchange?
You know what is totally unfair? I have high cholesterol because my GOOD cholesterol is off the charts. My bad cholesterol is within desirable limits, but my GOOD cholesterol is so high that the doctors take a look at the overall number and tell me I need to fix it. Now it doesn't seem right to fix what ain't broke, but whatever...I'll do something. Six months ago, when my doctor told me to exercise more, I just laughed. Okaaay. I figured I might should cut out the avocados instead...that should give the GOOD cholesteral a kick in the ass. Then last month, my job tells me I can get $200 off my insurance costs next year if I start a cardio program, and I sign on the dotted line as fast as I can. Besides the fact that I'm only exercising about NEVER now that I quit derby (between a swollen knee and another broken toe, it has been next to impossible), I wouldn't mind getting down to my "don't hate me because I'm beautiful" weight again. That's only a few pounds lighter, so don't feel so bad that I still look so good when overweight.
But...what the hell have I done? Now I really do have to skip the guacamole, for at least twelve weeks. I have to talk to some person once a week about crap like "wellness vision" and affirmations. I have to write down what I eat (wow, my hand is going to hurt) and how often I exercise (does all the writing count as exercise?). I'm so driven to be the best at everything I do that I know it's going to work, but why does it have to be so annoying to be healthy?
Catazon's Week 1 on the Chevron Cardiovascular Health Program
Weight = 193 (I am not ashamed of this at all.)
Total Cholesterol = 243 (Guess we'll see what happens with this in a few months.)
Anxiety Level = 3 (On a scale of 1 to 10, I'm dealing now, but just wait till Christmas.)
But...what the hell have I done? Now I really do have to skip the guacamole, for at least twelve weeks. I have to talk to some person once a week about crap like "wellness vision" and affirmations. I have to write down what I eat (wow, my hand is going to hurt) and how often I exercise (does all the writing count as exercise?). I'm so driven to be the best at everything I do that I know it's going to work, but why does it have to be so annoying to be healthy?
Catazon's Week 1 on the Chevron Cardiovascular Health Program
Weight = 193 (I am not ashamed of this at all.)
Total Cholesterol = 243 (Guess we'll see what happens with this in a few months.)
Anxiety Level = 3 (On a scale of 1 to 10, I'm dealing now, but just wait till Christmas.)
Sunday, October 19, 2008
It's Officially Over
So I went to the 2008 HRD Awards. I got nothing except for somebody making a snarky comment about how I should have shown up as Linus with a dirt cloud around me (a reference to my bad attitude since July from someone who's partly to blame for that perceived bad attitude..."that's bullshit" beotch). And people still wonder why I'm quitting. HA! I thank God every day that I have the balls to stand up and say enough.
I don't think I'd even continue playing derby if someone was paying me, because I'd still have to deal with women with bigger egos than I pretend to have. Scary.
I may have been born to derby, but I've come to realize there are better things in life. :)
I don't think I'd even continue playing derby if someone was paying me, because I'd still have to deal with women with bigger egos than I pretend to have. Scary.
I may have been born to derby, but I've come to realize there are better things in life. :)
Friday, October 17, 2008
Feels Like Caturday...
Working at home on a Friday feels like Caturday to me, especially when I come across gems such as this:
"Cats have 26 different forms of facial expressions...23 of which are negative and scary." Especially when they are Catazon expressions.
Yikes! Skate, Chainsaw, skate!
"Cats have 26 different forms of facial expressions...23 of which are negative and scary." Especially when they are Catazon expressions.
Yikes! Skate, Chainsaw, skate!
Friday, October 10, 2008
KISS My @$$
It's that time of year again. I obsess about it every October, the ONLY time of year I worry about what I'm going to wear. If it wasn't so much fun to dress up for Halloween, I would stay far away it, but we all know Fun at My Own Expense is the goal in Catazonia. Still, it makes me sweat...
This year is even more difficult because I'm now a captain on my rodeo committee. I feel like I must step up for the karaoke band competition at our annual party. Oh, I know that is so hard for me to do [end sarcasm]. However, I hate feeling roped into a costume. Especially when this is the costume...
Man, I love Flickr! I can haz Catman?
This year is even more difficult because I'm now a captain on my rodeo committee. I feel like I must step up for the karaoke band competition at our annual party. Oh, I know that is so hard for me to do [end sarcasm]. However, I hate feeling roped into a costume. Especially when this is the costume...
Man, I love Flickr! I can haz Catman?
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Only I...
would have a car that astounds the Hyundai dealership with its mechanical issues. Only I could break a car so much that the service department admits to never having seen anything like it. Only I would pay almost as much to get it fixed as I owe on the car. Only I could still love that dinged-up, broken-down car.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
LOLlergirls...
or I Can Haz Lead Jammer? or whatever you want to call it...I make the best!
The original LOLCat, in more ways than one but with tons of derby style. Thanks to Kerry McClain for the prettiest derby pics ever and LolCat Builder for making it easy to be witty.
The original LOLCat, in more ways than one but with tons of derby style. Thanks to Kerry McClain for the prettiest derby pics ever and LolCat Builder for making it easy to be witty.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Be Careful What You Wish...
or if you are me, be careful what you talk about. Before the bout Saturday night, I talked about how I am prone to having accidents at home and how I wanted one of our pets to die. Both of those things happened on Sunday. I broke my right pinkie toe again, and I found the psycho hamster dead in her cage. Spooky.
I don't remember talking about winning the bout, but we did anyway. Yay! Come watch HaRD Knocks win again this Saturday...same Cat time, same Cat channel.
I don't remember talking about winning the bout, but we did anyway. Yay! Come watch HaRD Knocks win again this Saturday...same Cat time, same Cat channel.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Am I Right, or Am I Right?
I still may have overreacted, but still...
Oh, and it doesn't stop there...
At that point, it looks like I warned her, but then on second thought, here comes those free lessons in destructive criticism...
Oh, and it doesn't stop there...
At that point, it looks like I warned her, but then on second thought, here comes those free lessons in destructive criticism...
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Free Lessons in Destructive Criticism
I was waiting for a picture of me, with glowing eyes, actually jumping on the back of a poor, innocent opposing skater, but Death By Chocolate commented me with this lolcat gem that just hit the spot:
I was ejected from the Brawlers' amazing victory over ACRD's Bombshell Brigade for fighting. I decided to take matters into my own hands when one of their skaters decided to block me with an elbow from out of bounds completely around the rink. Maybe constructive feedback would have stopped at jumping on her back, but I guess the stressful week of derby I had just lived through convinced me to take a few jabs at her face after ripping her helmet off. I crossed the line into destructive. At least my team didn't self-destruct.
Sunday night was a crowd-pleaser, and boy, did HRD need one. The home team worked on a slight blowout (Brawlers 123, Brigade 100), and the underdog won the second bout by one point (Betties 77, Sirens 76). The fans raved over the showmanship and the suspense. My ego loves it when the fans rave.
Then Monday morning comes bright and early as it always does after bout nights, and Sharon Stone couldn't have asked for a better example of karma. When your shower caddy falls and leaves a six-inch contusion on your calf muscle after your fist put a knot the size of a quarter on a derby girl's forehead...now that's karma. You should have seen what I did to that caddy. Beware of the Catazon, inanimate objects and sloppy skaters!
I was ejected from the Brawlers' amazing victory over ACRD's Bombshell Brigade for fighting. I decided to take matters into my own hands when one of their skaters decided to block me with an elbow from out of bounds completely around the rink. Maybe constructive feedback would have stopped at jumping on her back, but I guess the stressful week of derby I had just lived through convinced me to take a few jabs at her face after ripping her helmet off. I crossed the line into destructive. At least my team didn't self-destruct.
Sunday night was a crowd-pleaser, and boy, did HRD need one. The home team worked on a slight blowout (Brawlers 123, Brigade 100), and the underdog won the second bout by one point (Betties 77, Sirens 76). The fans raved over the showmanship and the suspense. My ego loves it when the fans rave.
Then Monday morning comes bright and early as it always does after bout nights, and Sharon Stone couldn't have asked for a better example of karma. When your shower caddy falls and leaves a six-inch contusion on your calf muscle after your fist put a knot the size of a quarter on a derby girl's forehead...now that's karma. You should have seen what I did to that caddy. Beware of the Catazon, inanimate objects and sloppy skaters!
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
I Could Be a Roadside Attraction
I am utterly appalled that Texas has only one huge being in the Gallery of Huge Beings. I know there has got to be more than one, although you couldn't ask for a finer specimen! This is Texas, dammit, and everything's bigger in Texas. At the very least, somebody should let those huge-being lovers in Minnesota know that.
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