One final Whack

The finale, and some of the toughest questions yet..........

First up, Sassy Dee Sassy's EYE cracked like a whip here
Okkkkkkkkkkk sounds like truth or dare time! LOL re. Bahbaaaaaa...Here goes...

1) How/where in the world do you get your inspiration for writing as you do? This is a bit hard to explain. I'll say I have a mind that runs amuck 90% of the time. I'll be driving, hear a song and something, a sentence will come into my mind and I'll write it down. I'll be in a boring meeting and the way someone is talking with spit flying like rockets at the rest of us will inspire a short story I'll start writing during the meeting, on my lap. Sometimes I feel like Harriet the Spy, with my notebook that is ALWAYS and I mean ALWAYS with me. Watching people, listening for inspiration, or a snippet that inspires an entire story. I think being a "writer" by nature, means to listen, watch, smell, and pay attention to every little detail in the things around us. Thats what sparks most of my inspiration, other people, the other half is inspiration from the life I create day to day. The good the bad and the ugly.................

2) If you could travel to any spot on the globe what would be your first choice? I'd travel to the place a man loves me.

3) Describe your ideal mate? (Oh I know this one will be rich! heehee) Ah oh, I'm in trouble with this one. Level 5 alert. I'll give it a try.
        On Appearance level, I have only one true requirement. He needs to be taller and heavier then me. I'm a bit of a Tomboy, and I'd hate to think I could kick my own mans ass :o) So being a tough little scrapper, I'm 5 foot 8 1/2 inches and usually hover at or just below 135 lbs. So if he's 5 foot 7 and 130 lbs, that just wouldn't work. I wouldn't want to have to pack his backpack and mine up a mountain~~~ Besides, I believe, for a woman, there's nothing more comforting then a man who you can wrap yourself up against and feel like you disappear in his arms, this just doesn't work when you are bigger then him :o)

       My ideal man would understand I need diverse in my life, that stationary is like placing me in a cage in the zoo. I pace and growl and get restless with mundane. He would understand I struggle with talking and accept the times I do talk with appreciation and respect my quiet times, instead of berating my silence. Ideal would love the outdoors as I do and appreciate nature as a gift rather then a right. He would be my flyfishing partner, who would allow me to fish at a distance or right next to him.

       My ideal partner would hold my hand, at anytime, at any place without embarrassment, without chastising me for it being "a wrong place" and he would understand when I wanted a hug even at the most inconvenient times. Ideal would be proud I was standing next to him.

       Ideal wouldn't let me handle everything. Ideal would help and mow the lawn and take out the trash. Ideal wouldn't consider me a free maid service at a high class hotel...

       Ideal, would take the time to read my writing, take interest in what was going on inside this brain of mine. Ideal would understand, my writing is the path to the inside of me and take the opportunity to explore. Ideal wouldn't pretend my writing is just "something she does to pass time" and disregard it.

Ideal would write me love letters.
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Jodi, Looking Beyond the Cracked Window....my favorite fire and brimstone lady of journal land, here ya go girl and HAPPY BIRTHDAY~~~~

hmmm run the other way eh? I gots me some questions there lady.... <eg>
1. What is YOUR proudest accomplishment....ever?? How ever simple it may sound, how ever small it might appear, my proudest accomplishment was winning Judith Heartsong's essay contest. It was the first time, and the second <win> time I ever handed my writing over for judgment and it was recognized and even applauded by this wonderful community. That recognition, was the spark, the catalyst or validation I self needed to embark writing the book <s> that have been haunting me for years, yet I was always so chicken shit, and self conscience to even attempt. I look up at the beautiful muse/light painting above my desk now, everyday, and remind myself that I can accomplish with my writing, if I only give it a chance.................


2. Throwing back at ya.... THONG/Gstring/All over coverage OR Commando?hee hee
       Well, I'm a thong kind of gal. I just can't stand under wear lines, plus, with a thong, you never have to adjust or pull at riding underwear that bunches up when you are walking. I know, I know, your all thinking "But with a thong it's already rode way 'up' there. It's about balance and good fit. With the right thong, it's about gentle ride rather then snug uncomfortable ride. An acquired ride, I could say :o) Once you get used to it, you'll never go back~~~~~

3. Describe your ideal friend...and do you still have close relationships with thoe forged in your youth(excluding family)??
       The longest friendship I have is with Sarah, who's known me since my teens. She's the only one thats seen me through the terrible teens, the screwed up twenties and now she's along for the ride of my thirties. My ideal friend comes without obligation, comes without expectations and isn't so toxic negative that they only shine black into my life. Ideal friendship is a rarity I understand now and am very careful about treasuring. My ideal friend is the type I can go 4 months without talking too, and I can call and it seems like we talked yesterday. Ideal understands my need for privacy and understand my quiet times and doesn't think it's a reflection of our friendship~~~

See I played nice :o)
Yes Jodi, you played nice! Thank you :o)
Whew, these were tough................
OK, this concludes my penance for asking Jodi if she wears a thong or all over coverage!
And now, we will go back to our regularly scheduled program~~~~