Which Action Hero Would You Be? v. 2.0
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You scored as Captain Jack Sparrow.

Roguish,quick-witted, and incredibly lucky, Jack Sparrow is a pirate who sometimes ends up being a hero, against his better judgement. Captain Jack looks out for #1, but he can be counted on (usually) to do the right thing. He has an incredibly persuasive tongue, a mind that borders on genius or insanity, and an incredible talent for getting into trouble and getting out of it. Maybe its brains, maybe its genius, or maybe its just plain luck. Or maybe a mixture of all three.

• Captain Jack Sparrow 92%
• El Zorro 75%
• Maximus 71%
• Indiana Jones 67%
• Neo, the “One” 67%
• William Wallace 67%
• James Bond, Agent 007 67%
• The Terminator 63%
• Lara Croft 63%
• Batman, the Dark Knight 54%
• The Amazing Spider-Man 38%

Which Action Hero Would You Be? v. 2.0
created with QuizFarm.com

You scored as Captain Jack Sparrow.

Roguish,quick-witted, and incredibly lucky, Jack Sparrow is a pirate who sometimes ends up being a hero, against his better judgement. Captain Jack looks out for #1, but he can be counted on (usually) to do the right thing. He has an incredibly persuasive tongue, a mind that borders on genius or insanity, and an incredible talent for getting into trouble and getting out of it. Maybe its brains, maybe its genius, or maybe its just plain luck. Or maybe a mixture of all three.

• Captain Jack Sparrow 92%
• El Zorro 75%
• Maximus 71%
• Indiana Jones 67%
• Neo, the “One” 67%
• William Wallace 67%
• James Bond, Agent 007 67%
• The Terminator 63%
• Lara Croft 63%
• Batman, the Dark Knight 54%
• The Amazing Spider-Man 38%

You remember that Salt-n-Pepa song back in the, ahem 80s?

Let’s talk about Sex, baby
Let’s talk about you and me
Let’s talk about all the good things and the bad things that will be
Let’s talk about sex. Let’s talk about sex.

Well, just change sex to text and you’ve made that song current.

I’m taking a risk here with this post. I could very well come off sounding like a dried up old biddy who needs to jump into the millenium and shut the hell up. But I don’t give a shit. I’m about to put on my ranty hat and rant away.

WHY DO ALL THESE DAMN 12 YEAR OLDS (AND YOUNGER) HAVE CELL PHONES?

And parents, HAVE YOU READ THEIR TEXT MESSAGES?

Listen, I remember Jr. High. It was full of firsts for many people. First kiss, first boyfriend, first heart break, first fight with best friend over a boy…It’s a big time.

But now, apparently, 7th and 8th graders are adding FIRST SEX TEXT to the list.

Yes. It’s phone sex, only written down so that all the snooping moms can read it. (and trust me when I say, you moms with kids with cell phones had better start snooping.)

A girlfriend told me this morning that her 8th grade son received a text message from an ex-girlfriend asking him if he wanted to fuck her. Yes, I said Fuck. Not make out. Not flirt. Not make googoo eyes across the crowded bus. But Fuck.

8th grade.

Fuck.

Are you tired of the word yet? Are you tired of seeing it? Now, just imagine seeing it on your 13 year old’s phone.

I’m not naive and I’m not stupid. I had friends who were having sex in 9th grade when I was in school eons ago. But c’mon. This is getting to be ridiculous. They are still babies.

And all you moms of girls, what would you do if a BOY had sent that message to your daughter?

So, you guys may think that phone is helping you keep track of your baby, but in reality, it’s giving them another means to grow up too damn fast.

And I won’t even get started on why these kids “need” their phone in school. The schools have a dress code that doesn’t allow “torn jeans” and makes them wear a belt, but cell phones are okay as long as they are on vibrate or silent? What the hell is wrong with this picture?

I’m sorry. I know this is a big fat fuckin’ rant. The whole thing just pisses me off.

You remember that Salt-n-Pepa song back in the, ahem 80s?

Let’s talk about Sex, baby
Let’s talk about you and me
Let’s talk about all the good things and the bad things that will be
Let’s talk about sex. Let’s talk about sex.

Well, just change sex to text and you’ve made that song current.

I’m taking a risk here with this post. I could very well come off sounding like a dried up old biddy who needs to jump into the millenium and shut the hell up. But I don’t give a shit. I’m about to put on my ranty hat and rant away.

WHY DO ALL THESE DAMN 12 YEAR OLDS (AND YOUNGER) HAVE CELL PHONES?

And parents, HAVE YOU READ THEIR TEXT MESSAGES?

Listen, I remember Jr. High. It was full of firsts for many people. First kiss, first boyfriend, first heart break, first fight with best friend over a boy…It’s a big time.

But now, apparently, 7th and 8th graders are adding FIRST SEX TEXT to the list.

Yes. It’s phone sex, only written down so that all the snooping moms can read it. (and trust me when I say, you moms with kids with cell phones had better start snooping.)

A girlfriend told me this morning that her 8th grade son received a text message from an ex-girlfriend asking him if he wanted to fuck her. Yes, I said Fuck. Not make out. Not flirt. Not make googoo eyes across the crowded bus. But Fuck.

8th grade.

Fuck.

Are you tired of the word yet? Are you tired of seeing it? Now, just imagine seeing it on your 13 year old’s phone.

I’m not naive and I’m not stupid. I had friends who were having sex in 9th grade when I was in school eons ago. But c’mon. This is getting to be ridiculous. They are still babies.

And all you moms of girls, what would you do if a BOY had sent that message to your daughter?

So, you guys may think that phone is helping you keep track of your baby, but in reality, it’s giving them another means to grow up too damn fast.

And I won’t even get started on why these kids “need” their phone in school. The schools have a dress code that doesn’t allow “torn jeans” and makes them wear a belt, but cell phones are okay as long as they are on vibrate or silent? What the hell is wrong with this picture?

I’m sorry. I know this is a big fat fuckin’ rant. The whole thing just pisses me off.

but I don’t care.

You know why I love the 80s? (besides the fact that they had the most wicked hairstyles (that should never return) and awesome music? I loved the 80s for the movies.

Right now, I’m watching Harry and the Hendersons. Who doesn’t love this movie?
And what about Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club, and Pretty in Pink? (Hell, I should just say Molly Ringwald…)
And need I remind you of Dirty Dancing? (Still my favorite movie EVER! yes, and I mean EVER!)
And last but certainly not least…John Cusack movies. Sigh.

So, all you 80s naysayers, I implore you to watch one of these movies and tell me the 80s weren’t awesome. Cuz they were. And if you don’t think so, well, you’re just not my friend anymore.

ptttthhhhhhhhh.

but I don’t care.

You know why I love the 80s? (besides the fact that they had the most wicked hairstyles (that should never return) and awesome music? I loved the 80s for the movies.

Right now, I’m watching Harry and the Hendersons. Who doesn’t love this movie?
And what about Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club, and Pretty in Pink? (Hell, I should just say Molly Ringwald…)
And need I remind you of Dirty Dancing? (Still my favorite movie EVER! yes, and I mean EVER!)
And last but certainly not least…John Cusack movies. Sigh.

So, all you 80s naysayers, I implore you to watch one of these movies and tell me the 80s weren’t awesome. Cuz they were. And if you don’t think so, well, you’re just not my friend anymore.

ptttthhhhhhhhh.

I wrote 38 pages last week! 29 of them over the weekend.

Go ahead. Gimme a cookie.

I had planned to get up and walk this morning, but my body didn’t cooperate. That’s okay. I brought a change of clothes and I’m going to the gym at lunch. School starts tomorrow, so I can get back into my routine. I want to lose another 20-25 lbs by Christmas. That would put me at -50 for the year. I could live with that.

There. It’s in writing. For the world to see. Now, make me stick to it.

I had to go get school supplies last night, along with everyone else in freaking town. It amazes me how much notebooks, pencils, folders, and etc. cost these days! If I had more than two kids, I’d have to take out a loan. And that doesn’t even include backpacks and new clothes.

At least I have boys. They pretty much don’t care what they wear to school right now. We’re not bothering with the new clothes thing until it gets cooler.

Parents were like rabid beasts in the school supply aisle and some of the kids were just watching in wide-eyed terror. If I hadn’t been so busy trying to grab the last dark green Trapper Keeper, I’d have thought it was funny. It wasn’t funny until the bitch let go…

BTW–I learned a new trick last night. When a pack of hyenas are all eyeing the same notebook, just sneeze. Apparently, hyenas don’t like to catch colds, so they instinctively back up a step. That’s when you move in for the steal…

I wrote 38 pages last week! 29 of them over the weekend.

Go ahead. Gimme a cookie.

I had planned to get up and walk this morning, but my body didn’t cooperate. That’s okay. I brought a change of clothes and I’m going to the gym at lunch. School starts tomorrow, so I can get back into my routine. I want to lose another 20-25 lbs by Christmas. That would put me at -50 for the year. I could live with that.

There. It’s in writing. For the world to see. Now, make me stick to it.

I had to go get school supplies last night, along with everyone else in freaking town. It amazes me how much notebooks, pencils, folders, and etc. cost these days! If I had more than two kids, I’d have to take out a loan. And that doesn’t even include backpacks and new clothes.

At least I have boys. They pretty much don’t care what they wear to school right now. We’re not bothering with the new clothes thing until it gets cooler.

Parents were like rabid beasts in the school supply aisle and some of the kids were just watching in wide-eyed terror. If I hadn’t been so busy trying to grab the last dark green Trapper Keeper, I’d have thought it was funny. It wasn’t funny until the bitch let go…

BTW–I learned a new trick last night. When a pack of hyenas are all eyeing the same notebook, just sneeze. Apparently, hyenas don’t like to catch colds, so they instinctively back up a step. That’s when you move in for the steal…

Wow, where did the weekend go? (for some great pics of my youngest son and his watermelon festival experience, go here.

Yesterday, despite the fact that I blog-hopped, I wrote 15 pages and edited 10. Quite an accomplishment for someone who wastes good writing time on the internet.

Last night, Fishdog and I were invited down the street to hang out in the pool/hot tub, drink margaritas, and cook out. We went and had a fabulous time. This would be the same couple where “The Great Hot Tub and Wine Incident of 2006” took place at the beginning of the summer. I know I haven’t shared that story with you because it’s just too stupid and I should’ve known better. Just know that though I did consume a couple of adult beverages, this time I stopped before I entered the hot tub and when I got out of the hot tub, I drank WATER only.

And this morning, I feel fine.

See, you can teach an old dog new tricks.

My real boys start school this week. Ian is officially in Junior High. I am the mother of a 7th grader. God help us all.

And I can’t even think about what 3rd grade is gonna be like with Rader…I’m sure I’ll have plenty of blogable stories…and some that aren’t so blogable, but I’ll post them anyway.

I spoke to Simon via messenger yesterday for close to an hour, and that was fab. He was headed to Cincinatti today with Gary for one more camp next week. And then, if the planets align and the timing is right, he might stay with us some the next week before he heads back to Birmingham. I know his family will be happy to see him. I’m still gonna miss him.

Grant called last night when they arrived in KC. They were getting ready to go check out the town. KC is a great place and I would’ve hooked him up with one of my closest friends while there, but Nick was in Colorado. They head to Lincoln, NE today. I think I told you he’d be there for 3 months. I’ve heard Lincoln is pretty conservative and these guys are not, so I’m anxious to see how they manage. They seemed to deal with the Bible Belt pretty well. It’ll help that they’ll have their own apartment instead of staying with a family for three months.

Anyway, today is the beginning of a new week. I’m going to write this morning, read this afternoon, walk tonight. I miss the lads, but they are both happy and healthy and I couldn’t ask for more. I’m both happy and sad that school starts Tuesday. And I’m more than relieved that I didn’t repeat “The Great Hot Tub and Wine Incident of 2006” last night. Life just doesn’t get any better than this.