weirdo.

jane lane.I always wanted to be Jane Lane from Daria.

I’ve been tagged by my new friend A.C. Melody for ‘Weird Questions.‘ I haven’t really answered questions like these since I sort of ‘quit‘ blog awards, but since I’m pretty weird, this seemed appropriate. (And now I am singing Radiohead… “I’m a creep… I’m a weirdo…” Ah, my anthem.)

Oh… and even though I’m not doing the blog-award-thing, I wanted to mention a couple of  wonderful people who recently gave me a nod… Thank you Lennon @ Fabulous with Glitches (Smiley Thumb award) and Angelica @ Write On (Sunshine Blogger award). That sunshine one always makes me laugh because sunshine and Sandra do not usually go together.

Back to my weirdness. Because I suck and break rules all the time, I’m not going to tag anyone else to do this. I never know who’s into it and who’s not. But if you want to respond to any of these questions, please do leave a comment with your own answers… or feel free to make a post of your own.

Here goes. I hope I live up to ‘weirdo-ness‘ and don’t bore you…
swash.
#1. What’s a nickname only your family calls you?

I don’t think there is one… hmm… ‘hey you’? Sometimes, ‘genius’ and not in a sarcastic way!
My late father (and no one else) used to call me ‘buttercup’ when I was much younger. I always thought that was special because he didn’t use that nickname for any of my three sisters – just me.

#2. What’s a weird habit of yours?

I have a pretty unhealthy coffee habit. That is probably not weird. Oh… I do not trust that my car is locked after I click the button to lock it. I push that button at least five times ‘to be sure.’

#3. Do you have any weird phobias?

Birds, butterflies, and bats. Things that fly freak me out. (I’m deathly afraid of heights, too, but that’s not weird.)

  1. What’s a song you secretly LOVE to blast & belt out when you’re alone?

I could make a rather long list. I can’t pick one! Lately, I often ‘perform’ (usually while driving…): “Take Me to Church” and “Jackie and Wilson” (both Hozier), “Every Teardrop Is a Waterfall” and “Swallowed in the Sea” and “Ink” (all Coldplay). My voice works well for these… and, well, lots more. But I won’t run through my entire ‘driving/singing’ playlist! 

#5. What’s one of your biggest pet peeves?

I really really hate when people think they are helping by spitting out some stupid cliché. It means they put no thought into the specific situation – they’re just spewing out something we’ve all heard a billion times which has long since lost meaning. Doing this makes them feel better, not the person they’re supposedly trying to help. It’s not a thoughtful nor helpful response and it only makes the suffering person feel worse. And it makes me want to kick their teeth out. (I’m a nice person, I swear.)

#6. What’s one of your nervous habits?

Locking myself away from other humans? Hm. If forced to be around people, I often bite my bottom lip. Maybe I’m subconsciously trying to stop myself from saying something embarrassing.

#7. What side of the bed do you sleep on?

The top. It’s too cramped underneath.

#8. What was your first stuffed animal & what was its name?

I don’t remember the first I ever had, but the first one I do remember was a St. Bernard whom I ingeniously named ‘Bernie’. I have never been a dog person, but I loved this guy so much.

#9. What’s the drink you ALWAYS order at Starbucks?

Skinny Vanilla Latte.

#10. What’s the beauty rule you preach… but never ACTUALLY practice?

Get plenty of sleep! Oh… and moisturize! But I really do moisturize. Sleep? I definitely don’t get ‘plenty’. Or even enough. 

#11. Which way do you face in the shower?

Any direction I need to face for whatever I am doing… also varies depending on whether or not I’m alone.

#12. Do you have any ‘weird’ body ‘skills’?

I can tie a cherry stem into a knot with my tongue.

#13. What’s your favorite ‘comfort food’ / food that’s ‘bad’ but you love to eat it anyway?

Tuna Casserole.
(I know, people hate tuna casserole… but I love it. Mom used to make it when I was a kid and it was always one of my favorite meals. I’ve even adapted it to be FAR healthier so I don’t regret it on the rare occasions I make it. But my kids won’t touch it.)

#14. What’s a phrase or exclamation you always say?

What the fuck?!?
(My children are well-trained not to repeat most of what comes out of Mom’s mouth.) 

#15. Time to sleep – what are you ACTUALLY wearing?

When it’s cold, sweats and a big tee shirt (usually stolen from my husband)… when it’s warm, a tank or tee shirt with shorter, cooler pants. If it’s really really hot, back to the cold weather sleepwear since the AC will be on. Oh yes, I am sexy as hell.


 

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run away.

run away.

My imagination
Slips into darkness
I begin to wonder
When you hold me
Are you thinking
Of me or another?
Do you want
To run away
Or stay forever?

When I shake
Those thoughts
I begin to wonder
As I lie in your arms
Do I belong here
Or with another?
I think I want
To run away
But would I ever?

divider dots.

♦ what sandra thinks

 

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weekly perk. #17

weekly perk.

The cliché (shoot me now) is “it’s the little things that count.” I hate clichés. They are just… drivel. They make the deliverer of said cliché feel like they’re helpful while their only accomplishment is making the recipient want to scream or vomit. Oh, all right, that’s how it is for me as the recipient. Your results may vary.

When something makes me smile or laugh or just feel good, it’s not little. It’s quite the opposite. I suppose it might seem little to someone else, but not to me. So, yeah, I hate clichés. This one I only mildly hate. There are many I hate much much more. What? You couldn’t think of an original thought so you’re just spewing out some cliché? Go think about what you’ve done and get back to me…

But that’s a topic for another time.

Today, I thought I’d share some random (not-little-to-me) good things from the past week. I didn’t plan this… so at this moment, I have no idea what I’m going to write… past the first one.

dottie swirl.

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You guys are wonderful people. I’m always amazed I’m able to keep you coming back for more of whatever the hell it is I have here. This week, a few of you made me feel especially loved – even more than usual. I won’t go into detail. Maybe you do or maybe you don’t know who you are… but thank you.

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My son giggles every time I ask him to shut the front door. And I actually mean shut the front door. My feet are cold.

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My husband and I were born the same year. He had a birthday this week… so until my birthday in June, his advanced-by-one age is not mine. Yay! I’m now in the midst of the 3.5-week stretch in which I totally rub it in. Fun!

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Earlier this week, I got an email from my friend who also happens to be my ex-boss. I haven’t heard from her in months. And I think once I make it through the summer (kids all day nearly every day… God help me… I feel the exhaustion setting in already), she might be able to help me on the job front. And she knows exactly how awesome I am since she was my boss. (Plus I’m glad she got back in touch – we used to spend too much time in her office chatting and laughing… and trying not to look guilty when we finally opened the door. But we didn’t really care – we knew we were being laid off!)

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I received an entirely different email from someone else yesterday that totally made my day.

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Thursday’s new episode of Archer was hilarious. Damn, the preview for next week was hilarious… “What are you wearing?!?” “A loincloth.” “Here?” “I didn’t know I’d be going to a funeral. I would have worn a black one.” Ahh…! I love him.

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I finally saw Deadpool… which was just perfectly inappropriate and funny as hell. [Spoiler Alert! – but not really since I’ve seen this in a tv commercial.] I lost it with the baby hand… among other things.

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I make my kids laugh. Every day. That makes me happy.


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fiction friday 26: secret admirer. part 4.

fiction friday.


Hello lovely readers. This is part 4 of secret admirer. ♥
[Previously posted: part 1part 2 and part 3]


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the inside.

the inside.

“You keep a lot of secrets
And I keep none
Wish I could go back
And keep some”
. . . . Fireproof / The National

swirl.
I tell you everything
I’m an open book
But your words are few
So much mystery
I want to trust you
And your love for me
But when you hold back
What lives inside you
I wonder what
You could be hiding
Then I see your smile
And you touch me
Your beautiful kisses
Make me tremble
And I forget
That I don’t know
What you’re thinking
I only know the pieces
You let outside
But I want
The inside too
Tell me more

swirl.

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paris.

paris.

The delicious aroma of the freshly baked croissants wafted through the near-empty café. I knew I should leave but I didn’t want to be alone in my flat. I’d been away for months and I missed him. My time in Paris was perfect – with one exception. Being without him. ‘I’ll be home soon,’ I told him when we spoke that afternoon. But I wanted soon to be now.

With a sigh of loneliness, I thanked the girl who supported my latte habit and stepped outside into the evening. I tried to convince myself I could make it through one last week. Seven more days. God I miss him. Another sigh, this time with tears. I watched my feet step over the cobblestones until I clumsily bumped into someone. ‘Je suis désolé,’ I mumbled as I looked up from my feet.

And he grabbed my face in his hands and kissed me like he was making up for every moment we had been apart.

swirl.

This was written for Wandering Soul’s Story Continuation Challenge. The first line was the prompt which was to be continued with no more than 500 words. My story has 163 words.
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questions.

girl.

How can you be angry
that I don’t trust you
when everything you say
turns out to be a lie?

Don’t you know
when you tell every girl
she is the only one for you,
you are telling all of them
they are nothing special?

Do you really think
after all you’ve done
I would ever let you
hurt me again?

I don’t need your answers
to my questions
because words are worthless
from your lying mouth.

dots.

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Image courtesy of Hajin Bae.
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maybe.

balancing girl.

Maybe
I don’t want to ask
Or maybe
I ask too much
Like those times
I tell you
I wish you could
Read my mind
So I never
Have to ask again
For anything
But that is crazy
Right?
Maybe
I just want
To be saved
And maybe
I should be asking
A higher power
But to me
That is you
Or maybe
Superman.

superman.

This poem was inspired by the following quote (yes, really!):
Homer Simpson: I’m normally not a praying man, but if you’re up there, please save me Superman.

 

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