101 Things You've Always Wanted to Know About Lynne But Were Afraid to Ask

1. I shamelessly steal clever ideas from other bloggers
2. I can't write in cursive.
3. I'm a poor speller.
4. I'm also really bad at math.
5. I never really got the hang of franctions.
6. My favorite condiment is soy sauce.
7. I'm concerned about my sodium intake.
8. I don't plan on ever having children.
9. I treat my cat like she's a baby-she is spoiled rotten to the core.
10. I don't like any ground meat-especially hamburger.
11. I've only *been* with one man.
12. I wasn't a virgin when I got married.
13. I'm extremely superstitious.
14. I beleive in ghosts, aliens, ESP, and other occult thingies.
15. I beleive the government is part of a conspiracy that denies the existence of Extraterrestrial life.
16. I love the X-FIles way too much.
17. I hate getting my hair cut-it's a bit of a phobia.
18. My biggest fear is that I will be in a plane crash and will survive only to be lost in the ocean and then swallowed by a large fish/sea mammal and survive that too.
19. I don't know how to swim.
20. I'm a bit of a perfectionist.
21. I hate things easily-but not people.
22. I was a jock, band geek, and nerd all rolled into one in High School.
23. Make-up looks bad on me.
24. I'm super liberal.
25. I'm a feminist.
26. I laugh at my own jokes.
27. I have a loud, obnoxious laugh.
28. I secretly enjoy America's Funniest Home Videos.
29. I think people falling and getting hit in the face and/or crotch is commic genius.
30. I just had to look up the word 'crotch'.
31. I used the good old-fashioned Dictionary.
32. I hate "The View".
33. I could stay in my pajamas all day-and I have...
34. My mouth and hands haved a dulled sensitivity to heat.
35. I have a weird memory for phone numbers and dates.
36. I have problems using keys.
37. I have too many books.
38. I teach Art Hisotry part-time.
39. Class was cancelled today due to a snow storm.
40. I have a subscription to CatFancy.
41. I'm a huge Harry Potter fan.
42. I'm the biggest Klutz I know.
43. I somehow stabbed myself in the hand with a compass point the other day even though I wasn't using it and I didn't even know we had one.
44. I can speak French.
45. I love ABBA.
46. My real name is Lynn-without the "e".
47. I feel adding the "e" gives my name a little extra spice and is the cyber disguise equivelent of using your finger as a mustache.
48. I wish someone would sign me up for one of those make-over shows: face, body, house, whatever...I'm a mess.
49. I'd like to meet a movie star someday.
50. I have an active imagination.
51. I hate roller coasters.
52. Rats scare the hell out of me-another mini-phobia.
53. I would lose on Fear Factor.
54. I watch too much tv and too many movies.
55. I'm extremely protective of family and friends.
56. I don't like public displays of affection.
57. I sleep with my feet uncovered.
58. I have personal space issues.
59. I'm extremely tickleish.
60. I flew on a plane for the first time when I was 20.
61. I've been to France 3 times, Italy onnce, and England twice.
62. I've never been West of the Mississippi.
63. I get motion sick very easily.
64. I'm always cranky in the morning.
65. I look bad in all hats.
66. I've never broken a bone.
67. I don't cry over movies-but I'm a cry baby in general.
68. I worry a lot.
69. I worry about getting ulsers from worrying.
70. I hate to clean-especially dishes.
71. I really think a clean house is the sign of a life misspent.
72. I'd like to learn to needle point that on a pillow someday.
73. I love board games-except Monopoly.
74. I love going to the movie theater.
75. I like getting new socks as gifts.
76. My favorite color is yellow.
77. I'm a leo-8/8/79
78. I've been married for 2 years.
79. I hope I never lose my teeth.
80. I'm a bit of a germaphobe.
81. I wash my hands and brush my teeth too much.
82. I like making lists.
83. I like filing out surveys.
84. I don't have a favorite band/food/movie/actor, etc.
85. I have a very sensitive sense of smell.
86. I hate how some things smell like maple syrup even though they shouldn't-like my parent's super old curtains and my cat's forehead.
87. I always wished I needed braces and glasses as a kid.
88. I've never needed either.
89. I don't understand how planes or fax machines work and feel I never will. To me, it's magic.
90. I can type 60 words a minute.
91. I have a potty mouth. I can't Fu*#&ing help it.
92. I have to check the door and stove atleast 3 times before I can go to bed.
93. Usually it takes me atleast an hour to fall asleep.
94. I love crossword puzzles.
95. I hate jigsaw puzzles.
96. I have used a jigsaw before.
97. I know how to drive a tractor.
98. I've fallen off a horse multiple times.
99. I'm really good at roller skating.
100. I'm additcted to blogging.
101. This was easier than I thought. Really, I could go on and on about myself.

The Lynne Diet

I think I've come up with a new weight loss plan for myself. It mainly consists of me forgetting to take a fork with me to eat my lunch.
My first day of work I forgot my fork and found that no spare forks are kept at the museum. There wasn't anything except a plastic knife. So, even though I was so embarassed and feared that I would end up spilling Macaroni and Cheese on myself, I still scarfed it down using the plastic knife. It actually worked pretty good-even though it slowed me down considerably.

Well, the other day I was even worse. I was rushing around in the morning and forgot to take a fork...again. This time I was eating lunch in a different part of the building and there wasn't even a plastic knife to depend on. Instead, all I could find were some of those tiny red and white plastic coffee stirers. I grabed a couple of those and tried to use them together as a scoop/shovel. It didn't work. The food kept falling off. Then I tried to use two of them like chop sticks but they were too flimsy plus, if you've read my sushi story, you know I'm not the best with real chopsticks. And people kept walking past so I also had to half hide what I was doing and it kept me from just putting my face next to the dish and pushing the frozen entree directly into my mouth. So lastly I had to resort to merely spearing a couple pieces of chicken with one stirer and flinging into my mouth. I ended up throwing the rest away and just eating an apple and the rest of my water.

I was absolutly starving by the end of the day and proceeded to eat a bag of skittles on my way home. So, I guess this diet really isn't going to work.

Year of the Pothole

Well, it's winter friggin' wonderland here in Michigan so that means that the potholes are getting bigger and bigger everytime the snowplows come to scrape up large chunks of pavement along with the snow and ice. On one trip to work and back I had to slam on the breaks so as not to totally break an axel or whatever about 6 times. All of the potholes were huge! It's getting so out of hand. I had to practically drive my car out of one the other day because it totally snuck (is that a word?) on me. I swear it was so deep that at one point my headlights were pointed to the sky.
If you don't hear from me in a while it's because I got stranded in a pothole and am trying to find my way out and back home.

Hands off the Merchandise

What a coincedence that after Stacey's recent post about inappropriate public touching that something similar would happen to me today at work. While assisting in the special exhibition at the museum an overexcited male visitor came over to me to chat about the art-totally invading my personal space. Then when he was about to leave he made sure to come over and attempt to make a funny joke...I, of course, politely laughed despite the fact that he was doing that weird forearm rub. And continued to do so for, what I thought was, a weirdly long time. Am I just weird with touching or is this strange? Sorry, but if you're going to have your hands merely a hand length away from my booby I'd better at least know you're name.
He's lucky I wasn't in one of my moods-he could've lost an arm.

Cookie Dough Bites...well...they bite

I think instead of rating the movies I watch I'm going to rate the candy I eat with it instead. Sadly, the highly anticipated (by me) Cookie Dough Bites were a huge diapointment. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm still going to eat the rest of the box but I think the fact that I've been able to make them last for two days is testimony of how bad they are. And I was so excited to try them-I'd been eyeing them at the video store and theater for ages. I find it especially strange since I'm a bit of a cookie dough fiend. I'll eat cookie dough on/in/ or near anything. I'll even risk life and limb and eat it even if it has uncooked eggs in it.

Oh well. The bag a skittles I scarfed down instead made me forget all about them.
Oh, and the movie was pretty good. I watched Hero.

Fox is the Devil

Or perhaps the Devil merely works for Fox.
Zak and I are watching the "Who's Your Daddy" premier. The premise is this: adopted girl seeks biological father, Fox brings in 7 fakes along with the real dad, if girl picks real dad out of this diabolical line-up she wins money, if she picks the wrong dad the fake dad gets the money.

How horrible is that?! I can't believe I'm actually watching it. I feel dirty...

DiGiorno Debacle

Frozen pizzas. Those buggers can be trickier than you think. Case in point-we decided to have a frozen pizza tonight for dinner since neither of us were in the mood to cook. Zak was in charge of putting it in the over, I was in charge of keeping an eye on it. Between the two of us we really destroyed the poor little pizza.

It was taking longer to cook than we expected since Zak forgot to preheat the oven. So impatient me decided to turn on the broiler to cook the top and speed up the process. Well, of course I forgot about it and didn't remember it until it was super dark and crisp...I was about to feel bad about burning dinner when I realized that Zak had also forgotton to remove the cardboard underside and the pizza had fused itself to the cardboard.
So it was Taco Bell instead for dinner. Those cramel apple epandadas sure made me feel better about my pizza failure. I'm begining to think a caramel apple epanada will cure all the world's ills.

Post In Space

I'm ever so pissed.
I stole Kiddo's End of 2004 survey to post at my own site, spent forever filling it out, and then hit "publish post"...but it never showed up. Now it's lost in space.

Well, I'm too lazy to go through and redo it...plus I'm still hoping that it'll still show up...so here's a small recap:
1. I spent the majority of my new year's eve working, then waiting in line at Olive Garden for dinner. But then Zak and I came home and drank margaritas and tequilla while watching the X-files. Then we played checkers drunk. I know, I know, we're wild and crazy.

2. My favorite movies of 2004 were Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Harry Potter and Prisoner of Azkaban, Kill Bill vol. II, and Napolean Dynamite. I drooled over Elijah Wood, Johnny Depp, and of course, David Duchovny the entire year.

3. My new experiences of 2004 were blogging, a colposcopy, and reading the Lord of the Rings Trilogy. Some were more enjoyable than others.

4. My 2005 resolutions are to exercise more and eat better. I also want to finsh my thesis papers and thus my masters. I also want to continue paying down my debt but in larger amounts.

5. And what I learned in 2004 is that no matter how much you care about someone and you can't keep them from making huge mistakes. All you can do is be there for them when they realize it.

Oh, I also learned that the world would be a better place if thesis papers were outlawed and the Renaissance body type was back in style.

Hope your 2005 is already going swell!

In Dire Need of a Coke

I'm so tired. I need some major caffine and only a coke will do. Too bad I'm already braless and in my pjs or I'd be out the door in no time looking for one. I find that once I've made it to those two steps it's difficult for me to even move off the couch. I knew I should have taught my cat to fetch soda rather than those annoying foil balls that I trip over every morning.

Why am I so tired, you might ask. I'm going through unemployment withdrawal. Yes, that's right, I've gotton over my initial excitment of my new job(s) and am now ready sit on my butt all the time again. Oh well. There's no pleasing me...except with a coke...