I had this sort-of-kind-of good idea a couple of months ago, to start a 25 Before 25 list. Oh real unique Lorraine. Did you think of that all by yourself? YEAH, YEAH, whatever. Bucket lists are a blog thing like awards that no matter how much you beg do not come with a cash (or chocolate!) prize. Like giveaways and vlogs. I wasn't re-inventing the wheel but I did get all excited, as I tend to, and I bouncily told Rox that she also had to participate also. HAD TO.
Her version of "participating" was going through my slapped together list and talking shizz about it. Yeah, take a look:
Lor: Seriously learn another language. I've gotten the farthest with Hebrew and by that I mean, "Shalom."
Rox: VOUZ COMPRENES L'ANGLAIS?! Hey, we were good with French for about 5 minutes. I totally missed the Hebrew phase but srsly, Hebrew? You can't even pick up a guy with that, stupid - wrong religion! GOSH.
Lor: Visit another country.
Rox: A lot of these should have been combined. I think you cheated, ma'am. I mean, what good is having the passport if you're not going to visit another country? Likewise, what good is writing a song if you're not going to sing it in a public venue? Hmmm. Let's make #26: Not make lazy time bound goals! BWAHAHA.
Well, when I figured that it'd taken us just under a year to reach our follower numbers (15, at that point) I could give us just over a year to double to 30. "Low goal," Rox complained. Apparently, I didn't have faith in us.
Well, for all her shizz talking, and failure to complete her own list (still!) at least Rox was right about that. It was a low goal as only a couple of months later, we have doubled. It's sort of awesome and I'm thankful for all of you guys because let's face it my life really isn't that amazing and you might just knock me out if I mention M&M's again. I mean, after that time. Don't knock me out. I'm a bleeder.
Anyways, what I'm saying is that a lot of you are new to the Party. Our only from the beginning readers are TSC (who I almost married. True story) and Amy (who is like the best girl ever invented. Seriously. She's like what rainbows would be if they could suddenly become human.)
(Also, they both live in Australia and even though I'm not going to marry TSC anymore I am gonna honeymoon in Australia with them.) (Er, not with them. With my husband, but they are going to be there. Like in the country.) (Not that I'm engaged and I forgot to tell you. It's just a plan.) (WHATEVER.)
So if you're new, I don't expect you to read any of the ish that we've posted prior to this point because again, I'm not fooling anyone, I'm long-winded. I don't even re-read me.
That's why I've cooked up this handy little guide for newbies. Ahem.
See Lorraine run.
See Lorraine trip over a stick into a conveniently located puddle of mud.
Because I feel that's saying a lot about me as a person: 1.) graceful - I am doing it wrong. b.) the Universe likes to laugh at me cat.) my paint skillz suuuck, so this is really not one of those blogs. Sorry. and 4.) I am brown. Not like mud brown, but like Dominican Brown.
See? Don't you feel like you know me better already?
Of course you do. Because I'm also fond of asking you hypothetical questions that I answer for you. Also, I'm fond of writing in your commentary. Gosh Lorraine. Are we allowed to do anything? Uh. Sure! You can leave real comments at the end, which I almost always certainly respond to.
Roxanne is around here too! She's my beef and partner in this ole blog. This story has been told before but we were good friends in freshman year of high school, grew apart after that, used Facebook to reconnect last year, and have been inseparable since a Marlins game almost one year ago to the date.
I'm not sure who was the first to use the word blog, but after Rox and I went on a trip to Gainesville a few weeks after re-meeting, we sort of knew that our friendship was meant to be epic.
And we knew that previous to meeting, we were sort of lost in life. I was unemployed and floundering. Rox was fresh off a break-up with Jamin, stuck at a job she hated at the Teets and desperately lacking estrogen companions in her life.
We saved each other, a little. Because even though our jobs are iffy and we are more "grandma" and less "adventure" these days, at least there are two of us.
And, despite the lack of Rox around these parts sometimes, I swear there are two of us.
What, say you? You want to know MORE?
Lucky for you Tony tagged in me in some question thingies that he wants both Rox and I to answer.
Magpie was talking about what a hard life he's had and how many people he meets in his line of work and how that led him to the conclusion that he was attracted to me because I am a good person. It was simple, but in that moment, as he repeated it and failed to find any other way to explain, the way he said, "You're just a good person," made me feel that perhaps I can forgive myself for not being able to pick one thing or for tripping over sticks from time to time.
5. What playlist/cd is in your CD player/iPod right now?
In my car, I have a playlist of about 100 of my most recent favorite songs. At work, I have Grooveshark open with a playlist of songs I'm discovering, such as Sleigh Bell's album Treats and fun.'s "Be Calm."
6. Are you a night owl or a morning person?
Neither. I enjoy sleep and plenty of it. If I don't get sleep, however, and I'm up late or up early, it won't generally make me moody.
7. Do you prefer dogs or cats?
In our pipe dream to move in together a while ago, Rox and I decided we would each have cata. Mine would be a kitten named Diesel and hers would be named Fenway. That's as close to wanting a pet as I've ever been. Cats eat people's throats out and every dog we've ever owned has died. I'm not an animal person so: neither.
8. What is the meaning behind your blog name?
I was brainstorming for blog names, and Late to the Party was one of the ones I had on my list. It came from the idea of being "late to life," but that's more emo and stupid. Basically it's about the feeling we had when we started this blog, that we were doing things in our life that we should've been doing ages ago. :)
So, now I'm supposed to tag people that I think should answer it, but I won't. Why? Because I'll tag people, they won't answer my dang questions and then my blog-esteem will be shot. Nobody wants to see me cry. Right?
I guess what I'm saying is that I'm really glad you're here. I'll do my best to not make you want to poke me in the eye.
The Thirty Days of Truth are taking a break today because I answered 8 other questions, and really, that's enough, right? Right.