Monday, February 7, 2011

Random thoughts.

I like Mondays. Most people bash them, but to me they're just fine.

I love P!nk.

I love Kara. She has a fascination with me right ear. She likes to lick it. Causing me to jump and shudder. She LOVES getting a reaction from me; And wonders at me when I ignore her licking my arms and wrists. Even though it feels like someone covered my arms in a thin layer of wax, I don't mind it.

I love Hunny. And Abe. And Fatty, even though he's wack. I spent forever trying to get good pictures of Hunny, who believes the camera will shine a red light on the ground and she can chase it. So she ignores me UNLESS I have a cork or her toy whale. Then the battles on to keep her STILL. Abe and Fatty give me a look of "Why? WHY are you doing this to me?" And go to sleep.

I love my friends.
Including Nikki. Even though she had the NERVE to force a book on me with false information.
She wants me to cry. I have NEVER cried at a book. I haven't even misted. I'd like to, And I have met books that made me want to, but I have an inability to cry.
I finish it with a flip of the page and a heartless laugh.

I love my family. And the shocked jaw-down looks people give me when I tell them how big my family is. Priceless.

I love photography. I love taking pictures and looking at other peoples pictures.

I love and hate music. Some make me want to scratch my ears out and curse the people that call them music, and some I can rock out to while a write a blog. At the moment I'm listening to Hotei from Kill Bill. LOVE this song.

I miss Linda when she's gone.
I drove in a blizzard for the first time the other day. So far, Linda's probably been the most fun to drive with. No offense, Mom and Jay. You're awesome too!

AND I prefer driving the pick-up to the other two. The Caddy makes you think you're going 50 when you're going around 95, and the van is just so HUGE. It's like driving a freight train.

I don't like people. They freak me out. I am not a social person. Sorry, guys.

Dad raises his eyebrows at me and thinks I'm crazy for not wearing a coat. Ever. But I have a lot of energy. So I move. And when you move, you get hot. So I'm prancing around happily outside in -30 with the wind while dad sits in the warm truck feeling frozen.
And he hates me for it, I bet.

I love being an Aunt. But I don't like being called Aunt Elena. It makes me feel old and senior...I like being Elena. I think the kids prefer it to. Its easier getting tossed off a snow pile by Elena the Paina then Aunt Elena.
I mean, whose gonna say "I got tossed off a hill by Aunt Elena!"? People hear 'Aunt' and think of old ladies. Or at least I do.

I have trouble with authority. Elena is boss. People must do what I want. I'm working at it. But its a long battle. I don't LIKE being like that, but its hard to break out of habits. And I habitually argue.
I'm sure my siblings are ready to sic a MadCow at me.

I like haircuts AFTER I get them, but I'm reluctant to change.

I'm to sexy is playing, and I'm dancing, and Quin called me weird. Nooo, REALLY Quin? REALLY? Who told you that secret nobody knew about?!?!?!

Ahh, sarcasm.

I don't like cooking, but once I start I begin to have fun with it. I don't like baking. Just don't.

I love reading other peoples blogs. I read blogs before even going on facebook. SHOCKER.

Anyways, these are just some of my opinions. I have many.

But now, I must go help the Mother make supper for some Ryan rotters.

Quin says Ryan Rotters are awesome.

Rot on, Guys!

Love, The Paina


  1. I read blogs before I go on FB... cause if I didn't, I'd rarely read blogs. ;)

  2. I don't like Facebook much.

    But I do like blogs.

    Including yours.

  3. I love Elena.

    And yes, being called Aunt makes my tummy want to release.


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