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Halloween Trivia!!

Edit: The answer key is now available at the bottom!

(a regular post will come eventually- I promise. Just been so so busy!)

This is the trivia sheet I compiled for the office- thought it might be enjoyable for you guys.  I know you have the gift of Google to easily find these answer but…it could be fun to try without 😛

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Halloween Trivia – 2012!

1. The Jack o’ Lantern originates from what country?
a.) South America
b.) Ireland
c.) Germany
d.) Russia

2. What was the first wrapped candy?
a.) Tootsie roll
b.) Hershey bar
c.) Reese’s
d.) Starburst

3. Who was the Peanut’s character who waited for the Great Pumpkin?
a.) Lucy
b.) Charlie Brown
c.) Snoopy
d.) Linus

4. Where does the idea of Halloween originate from?
a.) Celtic New Year
b.) South American Day of the Dead
c.) Catholic All Saints Day
d.) The Legend of Sleepy Hollow

5. What phobia do you suffer from is you have an intense fear of Halloween
a.) Wiccaphobia
b.) Halloweenphobia
c.) Phasmophobia
d.) Samhainophobia

6. What year was the first citywide Halloween celebration?
a.) 1881
b.) 1921
c.) 1950
d.) 1901

7. What percentage of pet owners dress up their pets?
a.) 10%
b.) 80%
c.) 50%
d.) .01%

8. Halloween candy averages how much annually?
a.) 1 million
b.) 2 billion
c.) 100 thousand
d.) 8 billion

9. How many different colored M&Ms exist?
a.) 10
b.) 8
c.) 25
d.) 16

10. If you see a spider on Halloween, what does this signify?
a.) a demon in disguise
b.) a loved one watching over you
c.) a witch trying to curse you
d.) an omen that you’ll die soon

11. How many licks (on average) does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop?
a.) 2
b.) 252
c.) 876
d.) 75

12. What percentage of parents sneak candy from their kids haul?
a.) 10%
b.) 30%
c.) 50%
d.) 90%

13. The act of trick-or-treating originates from what holiday?
a.) All Souls’ Day- a Catholic holiday
b.) Samhain- a Celtic holiday
c.) Day of the Dead-a Mexican holiday
d.) Saternalia- a Roman holiday

14. What national crisis officially halted trick-or-treating for almost a decade?
a.) the Cold War
b.) World War II
c.) The Great Depression
d.) World War I

15. Why do black cats have such a bad rep on Halloween?
a.) they were thought to be witch’s helpers in disguise
b.) they predicted your death
c.) they would lead ghosts and ghouls around town
d.) they would steal the souls of children

16. What movie got an Oscar for best actor, despite him only being on screen for a mere 16 minutes altogether?
a.) Fredric March in “Dr Jekyll and Mr. Hyde”
b.) William Hurt in “Kiss of the Spider Woman”
c.) Anthony Hopkins in “The Silence of the Lambs”
d.)  Kevin Spacey in “American Beauty”

17. What substance was used for blood in the original 1960 “Psycho”?
a.) chocolate syrup
b.) corn syrup with red dye
c.) store-bought fake blood
d.) pig’s blood

18. By what name was the famous sci-fi horror movie “Alien” almost called?
a.) It Bursts From Your Stomach
b.) Star Beast
c.) Terror in Space
d.) Frightening Foe

19. Who is the scary movie character who kills people in their dreams?
a.) Michael Myers
b.) Jason Voorhees
c.) Freddy Krueger
d.) Hannibal Lecter

20. What is the name of the killer clown in the movie “It”?
a.) Pennywise
b.) Crazyclown
c.) Pumpernickel
d.) Squeakers

Answer Key:
1.) b, 2.) a, 3.) d, 4.) a, 5.) d, 6.) b, 7.) a, 8.) b, 9.) c, 10.) b, 11.) b, 12.) d, 13.) a, 14.) b, 15.) a, 16.) c, 17.) a, 18.) b, 19.) c, 20.) a

How’d you do?

Is busy good…or bad?

I have been sooooo busy.  And it isn’t over.

I did see Birdemic yesterday- it was FANTASTIC.  I will write about it more specifically in a future post when things have slowed down.

This is my week-

Monday: Try to recover from being sick on Sunday. My only easy day.

Tuesday: Went to get quotes on Texas and my tattoo’s.  I like the artist we picked and he’s charging really reasonably.  I’m very excited.  My insomnia also attacked this night.

Wednesday:  Went to get Halloween decorations and prizes with a coworker for the office party.

Thursday: Got an emergency call from Texas on my way to work.  Her grandmother is going into hospice (she has cancer) and Texas is distraught.  She is hyperventilating on the phone.  Her grandmother raised her pretty much (her parents are drug addicted shit-heads).  I quickly find out where she is, call work with an excuse, and jet over there.  I spend the day with her.  It’s mostly us dorking around, as she’s like me and would rather just have company and avoid the topic- not “therapy about it”.  It was still emotionally exhausting for me though.
Birdeeeemic in the evening though! That was great!  Again, will blog further in a couple days.

Friday: I have the Horrorama charity horror movie-thon thing tonight.  I’ll try to get a picture to upload of me dressed up for ya’ll.

Saturday: A couple parties I’m supposed to go to.  Probably will only pick one and disappoint people because I will be suuuuper tired from Horrorama and I need sleepage (Horrorama goes until 5am).

Sunday:  RECOOOOOOP…hopefully.

Next week: More crazy Halloween stuff….and my new tattoo!

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Being busy has been good for having me distracted.
But…it also has me losing smidgens of time here and there.  I think some of the alters are feeling overwhelmed and trying to snatch moments of peace or something.
I assume this because, despite losing time, I don’t come back to myself with any damage or crazy shenanigans having been committed (at least that I know of).
I sort of wonder if this is possibly us starting to make things work better. It was like that briefly a couple years ago and it was nice then.  I just worry about that next thing to “set us off”.

Right- being positive.  Moving on.

But I still wonder about this amount of activity being good or bad in the long run.  I wonder what will happen come next week when we hit that metaphorical-wall.

Trying not to dwell though.

There are…whispers already though.  Of me not being good enough.  Not being able to handle this.  Of all the failings I’ve personally caused in the past.  The normal names of slut, whore, man-eater hissed in my ear.  I’m sure it’s Daria.

She’s always had it out for me. She did seem to come to some sort of truce with Kit (at least temporarily), but she obviously doesn’t agree with the rest of the systems allowance of me “playing host” for a bit.

I know most of the names and whispers are true.  That’s what hurts the most.  But I’m trying to be positive.  Turn over that new leaf.  I’m not that woman anymore.

Maybe I need a new name…

Adventures in Insomnia

(I am going to attempt some humor now.  I know I am not usually of that persuasion.  I’m trying to be more positive lately.)

I am struck by the hell-beast known as insomnia about 3-4 times a week on average- which I think is rather normal (or even low) for someone dealing with mental-health and depression issues.

However, normally this hell-beast simply takes a nibble from me and then departs to the greener pastures of musicians, emo-poets, addicted gamers, and computer programmers.

Tonight, however, the hell-beast has decided I shall provide a full 8, 9, perhaps even 10 course meal.
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10:03pm: I arrive home from my lovely night with Texas and chat briefly with Shadow Dragon about our days.  Let Zoe out so she can sniff a lot of things, run around, stand around, and then finally decided “Oh yeah! I have to pee!”.  She then proceeds to drink a gallon of water.

10:50pm: Settle down in my bedroom, write a post about my night because, gosh darn it, I am turning over a new leaf and will not have a negative post at the top of my homepage any longer.  Starting texting with Army about our crazy days.
Check Facebook.
Zoe starts being slightly bothersome, then obnoxious, slowly escalating into full blown bugging-the-shit-outta-me.  I realize she has to pee that gallon she drank.

11:00pm: Go outside with Zoe to make sure she won’t bark and piss off the neighbors.  Bring phone with me, continuing my banter-fest with Army.  We are joking about me getting a tattoo that’s insulting to Obama (he’s conservative- but my opinion isn’t necessary the same) on my butt so he can have obscenely hilarious sexual antics.
I watch Zoe walk around the yard, bring me her stuffed hedgehog, then run in circles for a bit before deciding to pee.  We go back inside and I firmly tell she isn’t going out again because “Mommy has to sleep, dangit.”
Ha.

11:30pm: Technically I haven’t turned off the netbook and attempted to lay down, but I don’t feel my normal drowsy.  Check Facebook.  Check a couple blogs I follow.  Comment here and there.  Continue snark-fest with Army via text.  Our conversation is occasionally stalled by him completing a run (he’s on shift with the ambulance company he works for).  He is complimenting me on my ability to actually get him to laugh verbally.  Apparently insomnia makes me semi-funny.

12:15pm: Check Facebook. Not as many insomniac friends on as I’d hoped. Start a game of crossword puzzle on my phone.  Find a couple obvious ones before determining that words are stupid. Start looking at trashy websites such as TextsFromLastNight.  Check Facebook.
Meanwhile, since my light is still on, Zoe is attempting to be cute by rolling on my netbook’s keyboard and gnawing on my toes. After the fourth or fifth gnawing, I push her off the bed (lovingly, of course).

1:00pm: By this time I am truly frustrated.  It occurs to me however, that I have not turned anything off.  Of course! That is the problem. I check Facebook before I turn off my light and shut down my netbook.
I lay on my pillow.
I can hear my hair scratching as I breath in and out.  I adjust to a different pillow.  Nope…still scratching.  Very loudly.
I contemplate hunting down the creators of my pillowcase, which is supposed to be soft and silky, and ask them why the heck is my hair scratching SO FREAKIN’ LOUDLY ON IT??
Realize I have a dog.
Call Zoe up on the bed.  She dutifully responds, but doesn’t want to be interesting.  Instead she curls up against my side adorably and grunts grumpily when I try to pet or reach her belly for a rub.  I give up.
I grab my phone and check Facebook before opening up the crossword puzzle again.  I solve it and it informs me that it only took me 2139 seconds (my best time being 232).  I do not click “New Game”.
Roll around a bit. Zoe decides to hop back down on the floor.
Check my phone to see if Army has texted back. Nope. Must be a long run this time.

1:45pm: Decide that maybe I have to pee.  Get up and use bathroom.  Return to bedroom and sit dejectedly before deciding “To hell with it” and turning the netbook back on.
Check Facebook. Check WordPress.
Notice there’s an update from Becca over and LadyorNot! Yay! Read it.

1:55pm: Well. That didn’t take long. It did make me laugh though, which is good.  Decide to comment when less insomnia-inebriated.  Although…Army did comment that I seem to be amusing so sleep deprived.

1:57pm: Decide to write a post about my insomnia issues. Hope it will be semi-amusing. Check Facebook.

2:00pm: Write post in between texting Army.  And checking Facebook.  Wonder briefly if I have a problem. Decide I just really care about my friends and family.  And it’s not like I’m doing anything besides skimming the main news feed.  I mean, if I were truly addicted I would be looking up specific people’s profiles, wouldn’t I? Wouldn’t I??
…check Grey’s page specifically to see how he’s been doing since we haven’t gotten a text in a couple days.
He seems fine- innocuous update about his laptop finally getting fixed from earlier this evening.  When normal people are awake.
Wonder if there’s anyone else we could text at this hour.  Nope.  Army is pretty much the only other nightowl who will accept non-emergency middle-of-the-night texts without being mad about being “woken up” or something.

2:20pm: Oh yeah, I was writing a post.

2:36pm: Finish up post.  Check Facebook one more time.

2:40pm: Hope doing this will somehow get rid of the insomnia hell-beast….

2:45pm: Laugh waaaaay to hard at this picture:

Laughing for like, 4 whole minutes. That tired.

Decided to add to post and share the funny.

The end.

Hopefully.

God I just want to sleep.

Good Ol’ Texas and Tattoos

I’m feeling much better.

Had a lovely evening with Texas where we got quotes on our tattoos we shall be getting (more on that later) and talked about the Germany email.  I’ve come to realize a couple things:
1. Germany is a whole continent away.  She isn’t in the situation like the rest of us.  Obviously she can’t completely understand
2. Though I didn’t make the stupid choices she implied I did, I have made stupid choices the past couple weeks.  I need to be responsible for that.
3. I decided days ago (with input from Texas and Shadow Dragon) to stop dwelling on this whole Jeff situation and what I could have done, how I could fix it,  how I could have changed it, etc., etc.- and move on with my life.  I shouldn’t let comments relating almost entirely to that bog my whole week down.
4. I have some fantastic friends right here in this zip code that are being perfectly supportive and I don’t need to be that doormat people-pleaser I desperately tried to be most of my life.

So I am just going to forget about it.
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Moving on- Texas and I are getting tattoos next week.  It will be merely the second one for me and the….I’ve lost count for Texas (they’re all beautiful and able to be tastefully covered though).  There are a couple various reasons as to why we’re getting them together, even though they aren’t technically “for” each other or anything like that.  I don’t like “memorial”-type tattoos.

(side note: Army actually has one written in Latin on his forearm that’s for his crazy cheating-abusive ex-wife.  Sometimes I tease him about it.  He takes it [always a good sport] because he’ll be the first to admit it was a dumb tattoo to get.)

Anyway, Texas’s idea is charming. I discovered a picture that is pretty much what she’s getting.

Couldn’t find a better version of this quote and illustration…

I don’t think it’s specifically for me- she’s a big fan of Winnie the Pooh and has many friends.

Mine’s smaller, but a bit more complicated.  I’ve always been a been “symbology” sort of person.  My fox and butterfly tattoo has multiple meanings (some only 2 or 3 people even know).

This is getting touched up too- the butterfly was *supposed* to be a “forest green”. Not yellow.

My second tattoo shall be no exception.  I do not have a mock-up of the actual design that will be going onto my body, as a lovely artistic friend of mine is still working on that, but it is going to incorporate the following symbols:

The rune Algiz (also known as Elhaz). Simple, obviously.

A treble clef- pretty self-explanatory. It’s a music symbol.

The idea is to sort of “entwine” this two symbols together in a very organic way (like a vine or tree).  It’s going on the inside of my right wrist.  To remind me of my support and strengths when my thoughts go to dark places.

I shall upload pictures of the actual tattoo once I get it done!

Apparently I’m trash (or The Email’s reply)

It took a couple days for me to get the courage up to write this post.

Germany technically replied to my email Saturday, but I’ve been dwelling and dodging and playing that ostrich-head-in-the-sand that I do so well.

She’s upset.

Yay, I’m clairvoyant.  Texas said she wouldn’t upset because we’re best friends and best friends are supportive.  But my tummy-guts-feeling wins again.  She’s pissed.

She said I’m trash.

I’ve never had anyone call me that.  Not even when Texas probably thought something close to that last year when she was angry we got pregnant.  But she never called us anything like that.

And to have Germany call me that….

I was a mess Saturday night.  And I was very ill most of Sunday- at least partially psychosomatic I’m sure.

It’s sort of surprising who first brought me out of a thought process that was going to turn self-damaging.  Army.  I know, right?  Mr. Emotionally Void and Unavailable.  It’s like he’s a different person since we stopped living together.
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This was our text exchange:
Me:  Well, Germany thinks I’m a she-devil that’s ruined Jeff.  it’s a surprisingly hard blow to have a best friend think you’re trash.
Him: What happened?
Me: I emailed her briefly, updating her on my life, like I normally do, and apparently now I’m horrible. I dunno.  You don’t think I’m garbage, do you? Is that why you didn’t ever really want more than FWB?
Him: I do not think you are garbage. And the FWB thing is because of me and what I’m capable of. Not you.
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Obviously not some amazingly romantic talk, but at least encouraging.  And then Shadow Dragon and Puppy were nice enough to watch a movie with me Saturday evening (“Identity”, appropiately, lol) and that helped a lot.

But still….a best friend calling you trash is hard to swallow.

Maybe I am trash and I should just accept it.

Babysitting Experiences

Last night I had the pleasure of watching Shadow Dragon‘s lovely boys while she had a well-deserved night out with Puppy.

I learned some things

– Children softly singing along with Disney movies is pretty much the cutest thing ever.

– Conversation #1:
(Chatterbox [the older boy] is playing with his hotwheels. I am on Facebook…talking about airsoft guns.)
Chatterbox: You like this? *holds car up*
Me: That’s a cool gun.
Chatterbox: What? A gun?
Me: No. Wait. No. Car. Cool car. Not a gun. Crap. Sorry.

-Spitfire [the younger boy] will throw a tantrum at the drop of a hat. Or car. Best solution is to just ignore him.

– Conversation #2:
Chatterbox: Your dog licked me.
Me: She does that.
Chatterbox: Inside my mouth.
Me: Yeah…she’ll do that too.
Chatterbox: I let her.
Me: …uh. Ok then.
Chatterbox: It was gross. It tasted gross.
Me: I bet.

-Chatterbox’s response to Kryten on an episode of “Red Dwarf”:
“Why does his head look like that?”
“Well, he’s a robot…”
“A robot?”
“Yes.”
“….but why does his head look like that?”
“Hahaha. Yeah. It’s just supposed to be silly.”

Shaped like a novelty condom

– Chatterbox insisted on trying a Flaming Hot Cheeto.  He then proceeded to run to the kitchen for a drink.  Kids are brave little bugger.

-Putting them to bed wasn’t as hard as I expected- besides Spitfire trying to sneak out of their bedroom a couple times.
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All in all, it was a fun experience.

And SD and Puppy came back in a great mood which made me happy.  I love being able to feel like I’m finally beginning to pay them back for all their help.

And the kids are pretty adorable.

“The Return” (A Blogtoberfest review!)

Recently I’ve joined the many people who have become instantly addicted to Becca over at Lady or Not…Here I Come.  She gets such major kudos for always making me smile (especially her stuff about the Ugly Cry- I thought that was a closely guarded secret in my circle of girlfriends!).

It helps that she reminds me of my best friend, Germany, so so much (trivia alert– technically they share the same name…but shhhh, I don’t use real names on here).  They’re both such positive and snarky fabulous women.

But that’s getting off the subject at hand….

BLOGTOBERFEST!!!!

I decided to participate in her lovely Blogtoberfest event- a Halloween themed month, perfect for me.  Also perfect for me- a movie review!
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Last night I popped in “The Return” starring Sarah Michelle Gellar.

This is a newer movie than I normally watch for Halloween, but since it’s lesser known, I thought maybe it could be worth it.  Also, I read it has to do with some mental-health stuff, and I tend to like those.

It’s about a traveling saleswoman name Joanna who keeps having these weird violent dreams about something terrible happening in a small Texas town.  While in Texas for business, she decides to check out the small town of La Salle to see why the heck she keeps dreaming about it.

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Yeah- it’s pretty crap.  Not even much of a B-rated enjoyment.

This is mostly because it’s just downright confusing.  I couldn’t tell when things were actually happening or Sarah Michelle Gellar was simply having “just another psycho daydream” (that usually ended with her cutting- apparently this is the “mental-health stuff”).

The scene cuts were very disjointed and there weren’t good cues (music, ambiance, etc.) to let you know that what you were viewing wasn’t “really happening”.

It also really weirded me out to see Ben from the T.V. show, Parks & Rec (Adam Scott) play a skeevey assaulting a-hole.  He did it pretty well though, despite his part being brief.

I think the end was supposed to be a twist? Maybe? I more saw it as a “Oh thank god they’ve stopped having confusing scene cuts and just freakin’ SHOWED what the hell was going on”.

It was a good laugh though.  And I did really like the idea behind what was happening to Sarah Michelle Gellar.  I just wish they’d explained it better.

I won’t ruin “the twist” in case someone out there does want to check it out.  I would say it’s okay to watch with a couple friends for fun if you’ve acquired a copy cheaply.

Maybe do a shot every time the scene turns out to all be in Sarah Michelle Gellar’s head.

You will need a lot. Like a pyramid.

Have I Ever….?

(Apologizes for the mess of posts today.  Thoughts are needing organizing.)

Okay, so someone on Facebook had this and it perked my interest.  Obviously I’m suuuuuuuper bored.

I thought it would be fun to do this as more of a multiple-themed thing.  So instead of “yes/no”, I’m going to put the name of which alter(s) have done the following:
*Note: the name will be put assuming we know who did it
*Note 2: some of these questions may be triggering to some.  The answers shouldn’t, as we aren’t planning to elaborate on our experience.
*Note 3: This is probably only remotely interesting to ourselves.  That’s fair.

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100 Things

1. Had sex?
Audrey, Charlotte, Claire, Kit, Midori, Rika, Roms, Serefina

2. Bought Condoms?
Charlotte

3. Gotten Pregnant?
Charlotte, technically (all of us were pregnant though, obviously)

4. Failed A Class?
Charlotte, Kit, Midori (Serefina refuses responsibility)

5. Kissed A Boy?
Audrey, Charlotte, Claire, Kit, Serefina

6. Kissed A Girl?
Audrey, Charlotte, Claire, Kit, Midori, Rika, Roms, Serefina

7. Used A Little Paper Bag for Lunch?
Armes, Claire, Rika, Roms, Serefina

8. Had A Job?
Kit, Midori, Serefina

9. Slipped On Ice?
Armes, Roms

10. Missed The School Bus?
Armes, Roms

11. Had sex with a girl?
Audrey, Charlotte, Claire, Kit, Midori, Rika, Roms, Serefina

12. Bullied Someone On The Internet?
Rika, perhaps. But it would have been in retaliation to something most likely

13. Sexted?
Charlotte, Kit

14. Had Sex In Public?
Charlotte

15. Played On A Sports Team?
Mute, Rika, Serefina

16. Smoked Weed?
Charlotte (once)

17. Smoked Cigarettes?
Charlotte, Kit, Midori, Rika, Serefina

18. Smoked A Cigar?
Charlotte, Serefina

19. Drank Alcohol?
Charlotte, Daria, Kit, Midori, Serefina, Victoria

20. Watched porn?
Charlotte

21. Skipped class?
Charlotte, Kit, Midori, Rika

22. Gotten Arrested?
No one (astounding probably…)

23. Done meth?
No one

24. Been To A Wedding?
Armes, Claire, Kit, Roms

25. Fell in love with a best friend?
Claire, Kit, Roms  (Charlotte refuses to acknowledge ever “falling in love”)

26. Been On The Computer For 5 Hours Straight?
Claire, Midori, Serefina

27. Watched TV For 5 Hours Straight?
Armes, Kit, Midori, Rika

28. Been Late For Work?
Kit, Midori, Serefina

29. Been Late For School?
Probably everyone at some point

30. Kissed In The Rain?
Charlotte and Roms (only ones not afraid of storms who will kiss someone)

31. Showered With Someone Else?
Charlotte, Kit, Midori, RIka, Roms, Serefina

32. Failed My Drivers Test?
Kit (Rika took the 2nd attempt and passed with flying colors)

33. Cheated on a ex?
No one

34. Been Outside My Home Country?
All of us.

35. Been On A Road Trip Longer Than 5 Hours?
Daria, Kit, Midori, Mute, Rika, Serefina, Victoria

36. Had Lice?
Unknown- someone in 2nd or 3rd grade

37. Gotten My Heart Broken?
…all of us  (except Rika -eyeroll-)

38. Had A Credit Card?
Technically all of us, but only Charlotte, Kit, Midori, and Rika really go shopping

39. Been To A Professional Sports Game?
Mute, Midori, Rika (it’s always been with Daddy…)

40. Broken A Bone?
All of us

41. Am I BI/Gay/Lesbian?
Hm…Audrey, Claire, Kit, Midori, Roms, and Serefina admit to it.  Technically we’ve all been in a relationship with a woman, but the other deny being “normally” attracted to women

42. Won A Trophy?
Claire, Midori, Rika

43. Cut Myself?
Audrey, Daria, Midori, Victoria

44. Had An STD?
No one

45. Got Engaged?
Not legally- Ohio doesn’t accept same-sex marriage- but technically Katherine and I were engaged

46. Done ecstasy?
No one

47. Tried Out To Be On A TV Show?
No one

48. Rode In A Taxi?
All of us (from Chicago…obviously. Lol.)

49. Been To Prom?
Audrey, Kit

50. Played A Drinking Game?
Charlotte, Midori, Serefina

51. Stayed Up For 24 Hours Or More?
Charlotte, Kit, Midori, Rika, Serefina, Victoria

52. Been To A Concert?
Midori

53. Had A Three-Some?
No one

54. Had A Crush On Someone Of The Same Sex?
Audrey, Kit, Midori, Serefina

55. Been In A Car Accident?
All of us

56. Had Braces?
All of us

57. Learned Another Language?
Claire, Midori, Mute, Rika, Serefina

58. Killed An Animal?
No. Never. No one. Ever ever.

59. Been At A Yard Sale?
A variety of us

60. Been To A Japanese Steakhouse?
Kit, Midori, Serefina

61. Wore Make Up?
Charlotte, Claire, Kit

62. Talked To Someone Via Webcam?
All of us

63. Lost My Virginity Before I Was 16?
….

64. Had My Wisdom Teeth Taken Out?
All of us

65. Kissed Someone A Different Race Than Myself?
Charlotte

66. Snuck Out Of The House?
Charlotte, Kit, Midori, Rika, Serefina

67. Bought Porn?
Charlotte

68. Had A Virus On My Computer?
All of us

69. Had Oral Sex?
Charlotte, Claire, Kit, Midori, Serefina

70. Dyed My Hair?
All of us

71. Gone Skinny Dipping?
Charlotte, Kit

72. Graduated From College?
No one (technically our degree is a couple credits short)

73. Wore Someone Else’s Clothes?
A variety of us (mostly Germany’s or Texas’s)

74. Voted In A Presidential Election?
Midori, Serefina

75. Rode In An Ambulance?
Unknown- too triggery

76. Rode In A Helicopter?
No one

77. Caught The Stove On Fire?
Charlotte (haha, taught her to leave the cooking to Middi and Roms)

78. Got In A Verbal Fight?
Charlotte, Kit, Rika

79. Met Someone Famous?
No one

80. Been On Vacation?
All of us

82. Been On A Boat?
All of us

81. Been On An Airplane?
All of us

83. Broken Something Expensive?
Unknown….there’s…something about this question, but I can’t quite remember

84. Had Surgery?
Does wisdom teeth removal count? That’s the only surgery we’ve ever had.

85. Been In Love?
Ah…yes.

86. Beat A Video Game?
Kit, Midori, Rika

87. Found Something Valuable On The Ground?
I don’t think so…

88. Made A Survey?
No one

89. Stalked Someone On A Social Network?
No one

90. Prank Called Someone?
Kit, Rika

92. Spent Over $100 Shopping In One Day?
Charlotte, Kit, Midori

91. Been To A Library Outside Of School?
Armes, Midori

93. Cut My Hair And Hated It?
Charlotte, Kit, Victoria

94. Peed Outside?
Roms (she’s the only one who likes camping/canoeing)

95. Went Fishing?
No one

96. Helped With Charity?
All of us

97. Taken A Pregnancy Test?
Audrey

98. Been Rejected By A Crush?
All of us

99. Been Suspended From School?
No one

100. Broken a mirror?
No one (we’re a superstitious bunch)

My Mother

So I realized that I’ve talked about Daddy, I’ve talked about Grey, and I think I’ve even mentioned my youngest brother once or twice (still can’t think of a good nickname….).

But besides a comment here or there, I’ve never really talked about my mother.

That’s not remotely fair.  She is an incredible woman.

It’s funny, the evolution of my relationship with my mom.

I remember a closeness right after my parents divorced, when we lived in that horrible house off Needmore. Two females against the world.  I remember part of why I never mentioned the abuse (besides the fear He instilled in me to never ever ever talk about it) was because I knew it would break my mother’s heart.  She worked two jobs at that time, in addition to having baby Grey.  I did everything I could to help.

Then unfortunately mostly apathy during my pre-teens years.  I think this is due a lot to the whole disassociation and constant splitting we dealt with.

During the teenage years, I know I was unfair. Especially with my fear of my dad’s anger; it was so much safer to be mad and rage at Mom. I knew- I know she would love me, even after all the things I’d say and do. Rika didn’t fear upsetting her like she did Daddy.  Mom still did special things for me. Drove me and my friends around. Helped me when the goings got tough with Daddy- and boys.

Then after Daddy kicked me out on graduation day, she selflessly let me stay in her second house- her home. For almost 5 years. I paid rent on and off- a terrible tenant I’m sure. I did pay the scary-high utilities and that sucked a lot of my meager budget.

When disaster struck the year Katherine left and I landed in the hospital- it was with no hesitation that she was the first person I called. She fought for me tooth and nail- my Mama Bear, to get out of that hellhole.

And I finally confided in her about my abuse and childhood.  I was right- it broke her heart.  But she expressed how much it meant that I told her.  That I trusted her.  And I do- to a degree.  I don’t know if I could ever tell her about the DID/MPD stuff.  I just think that would hurt her further.  And I don’t want to do that.

I love the relationship I have with her now. Getting through all the hard times has given me the best reward:
A mother who is my friend, my champion, my shoulder to cry on.

There is no sweeter victory.

I can only hope I can someday repay her. Or be even half the mother she is- if we could ever have the strength to try that again.