With Eyes Half Closed ...

Hoo boy, I really really need to update my Blogger links. My list is way old by now and some of those blogs have since passed on to the great beyond. More importantly, I have so many more wonderful sites to add. Soon. Very soon. Remind me.

In the meantime, as some may have noticed, I’ve been trying hard to make my rounds and leave apologetic comments on those who I haven’t visited so often lately. Blanket statement here for all those who stop by … Weary Hag has been under great duress at the workplace during the past two months, has been experiencing bouts of general depression, and has just plain NOT been herself. Her desire to maintain daily visits and twice-weekly posts apparently isn’t strong enough to drive her to do so, but she truly misses both activities. Hopefully, she will regain her composure before long and will refrain from killing anyone in the meanwhile.

Now… for lack of better posting material this evening, I offer some more Hagtoids (factoids about the Hag) for your reading pleasure.

42. I had a miniature Dutch bunny as a pet when I was a kid and used to walk him on a leash around my neighborhood. He seemed to enjoy this activity.

43. There was a crazy woman in my neighborhood named Mary. Mary used to walk up to poles and trees and just touch them lightly with both hands, then talk to herself as she walked away. I think she held the secrets to the universe.

44. My fiancé is currently in St. Louis and I miss him terribly.

45. I have varicose veins in one leg and my daughter at four years old asked me one day how I got my “very close veins.” It was the first and last time I laughed about having varicose veins.

46. I like to be a dark room but only after my rods and cones have adjusted. I prefer darker rooms to brightly lit rooms any day of the week.

47. I have an extremely low tolerance to perfumes and colognes. I don’t mind shower or bath soap smells because they’re not overpowering and usually dissipate after a short while anyway.

48. I went to see The Fifth Dimension in Atlantic City many years ago and before the show my date took me to dinner. He ordered crabmeat cocktail as a joint appetizer and I broke out in hives from head to foot just before the show started. Who knew?

49. I am a lover of all things ichthyological. I do not, however, enjoy EATING things that smell like rancid socks.

50. Elvin Jones once flirted with me at a club in Manhattan during and after his performance. (famous Jazz drummer)

51. I have perfect pitch. (this means I can sing a given note by recalling it in my head with no accompanying music)

52. I once dumped a friend’s Harley on an entrance ramp to the Belt Parkway in Brooklyn. Fortunately I had just started out and merely dented the thing. Some girls just don’t belong at the helm of an old Electra-Glide.

53. As a young girl, I lost my first tooth in Central Park Zoo while eating a candy apple.

54. I like Healthy Choice frozen meals but find the pork too fatty. Ew.

55. I could stand to lose 30 pounds but cannot tolerate dieting advice from people who could stand to lose 150. I just want to haul off and slap the dogmeat out of them.

56. I also take great offense at these same people pleading with me to quit smoking. All I want to say is “Quit eating twinkies, candy and ice cream because your second-hand bulge is kinda killing me too.”

57. I like to listen to sad songs when I’m in a funk. By all the rules, this shouldn’t help, but it somehow does.

58. If I were inclined to board a plane, I would like to visit the Sherwood Forest in England. I know there’s nothing there, but I’m just sayin.

59. I was always envious of my best friend (female) who could do the two-finger whistle thing that could be heard clear across an arena.

60. My single phobia in life is emetophobia*. It’s severe. It has interfered with my ability to partake in many fun activities throughout my lifetime. (*fear of vomiting)

61. If the average person has six million hair follicles on their head, I have at least twenty-five million.

62. I have a theory about marriage. I think people shouldn’t be allowed to marry until they reach 40; it’s not until then that you can really decide what it is that you do NOT want in life. I believe knowing what you want in a partner is only part of it, and maybe even a less important part. Knowing what you DON’T want and avoiding that at all cost is critical to true happiness.

63. I have finally found true happiness with my life partner. He rocks and rolls my world with every breath he takes and I don’t even think he has to try to. This is VERY cool.

64. I slept for two hours during the day today ~ mostly because it was so hot and sticky in the house and I felt lonely and low. I’m never up this late anymore. I’ll want to slap myself in the morning.

Time to check on the boyz (cats) and summon the tuxedo clad one for his spot on the bed.

G’nite all.