In an attempt to have more time to do sweet little services for friends, family, and the occasional stranger, I have decided to stop reading on-line celebrity gossip blogs. I know, I am the hero everybody, that's right, clap, clap.I think I like to read celebrity gossip because I desire personal stories in my life. Hearing about other's lives is how I grow and personally progress. If you've ever met me (blessed be the day) you will know that I have an annoying tendency to ask an innumerable amount of questions which I can't help, though it occasionally embarrasses Chup to the core. My wife asks a lot of questions he warns people.
I like to hear the positive (mostly) but the negative stories are helpful too. Not helpful in a "oh good my life is definitely better than yours" sort of way, more like "ok, I am warned, stay a way from uncooked tadpoles" that sort of thing. (For the record, I do stay away from uncooked tadpoles and the like.) After all, inquiring minds want to know.
I am also keen on making connections. It's a small Mormon World out there. In my inquiry yesterday I found out that my friend and soul sister Carrie's husband's favorite uncle works with Chup on occasion. As it turns out, we all are a few personages away from knowing each other (Adam and Eve=Smile.) Also, in connecting it helps when people are from Canada because that country is huge in size but puny in population. Ever made connections with people from Alberta, especially Lethbridge? Hello! Eh?
Admittedly though, my inquisitive nature has two downfalls:
1.) Occasionally you will find that cypherous human being who DOES NOT LIKE TALKING ABOUT THEMSELVES! Believe me, they are no friends of mine.
And
2.) I always think of more questions to ask people after I am no longer in their presence.
Take for instance last night. Honey and Ringo came down from Idaho to visit, and spoil the solo granchild Phun. It was also Honey's birthday so we took her out to dinner at the beautifully-located Asian Star Restaurant. You know what I like about in-laws? You take them out for birthday dinners and they insist on paying. But anyway, after dinner we ended up at Kentucky and Md house for cake, ice cream and the SYTYCD results show (which Md can't get enough of.) By the time we headed home there was a terrible storm and about 7 feet of water on the freeway. As I was praying for us to make it home alive, I turned to see a man in a Geo Metro with paddles out both windows, rowing along up the point of the mountain. A VW bus had turned off its engine and was slowly floating around the lightening strikes. When Chup sped up I said swear words under my breath. (Like, "Ohhhh POOP!")
And then I started to think about the questions I forgot to ask that evening.
To Kentucky: When you looked up my dress this evening, did you like what you saw, or are there improvements that need to be made? (Be gentle.)
To Ringo: How long will you wear your Livestrong bracelet? And do you think it was wrong of me just to wear one for a week two years ago because it was off-the charts trendy and not because I thought it would ultimately find the cure for cancer?
To Honey: Do you know how much I admire your long legs? I have tadpole legs (and that is not because I eat undercooked tadpoles.)To Phun: Uncle Fofahfah?
Md: Do you ever wipe your Guitar Hero guitars with anti-bacterial cleaning agents? Because when people play that game they get all nervous and sweaty. As a Medical Practitioner do you think that Guitar Hero sweat could cause a serious illness? And a statement: Guitar Hero 80's is the best installment thus far. And a thank-you: Thanks for always being a couple steps ahead of the ordinary consumer.Also, was it wrong of me above to say that you can't get enough of SYTYCD when really you think it is an unbelievably silly show?
To Chup: Did you think we were going to perish in the I-15 flood last night?And did you think that I wouldn't find this picture attractive?
Because I totally do.
24 Pieces of Opinion:
I knew a guy from Lethbridge. Sort of. I mean, not knew knew him, just knew him. Sort of.
Ceej, is that hot, pink lip color part of your scheme to help bring back the banana clip? (not hot pink; pink, and it happens to look hot on you.)
WAIT A SECOND! Or are you even wearing lip color?! Are your lips naturally so? Luckeeee.
I love you cjane! You are welcome to ask me any questions you want. I'll try to come up with a witty answer.
I also like to ask people questions. An old friend of mine used to play the question game while we wrote letters back and forth. They had to be GOOD questions.
For example... If you were any kind of ice cream which flavor would you be and why? If you could change your name what would you change it to? Things like that. We came up with some pretty creative ones.
Anyways, sorry for rambling on and on. I love reading your blog. You make me laugh so hard!
you are hot
You are SO GOOD at asking questions. I kind of don't like talking about myself. . . .sometimes, but you are SO GOOD about being interested in other people. I think it rounds out your devout studies in narcissism quite nicely. I hope I get to see you soon so you can ask me more questions about myself. Also, I want lessons in How to Work the Camera.
The fact you love to ask questions just solidifies the fact that you should have your own talk show. It is your destiny.
I must say though that when I read the saga of cjanes life I have to wonder if she doesn't live in a parallel universe or something. I have never in my lifetime seen someone paddling down the highway in a car, been yelled at by a sr cit riding a recumbant bike or had a scare with a door pounding solicitor in the pouring rain, although I did have a JW stick their foot in the door to keep me from shutting it. Parallel universe or not keep on sharing the highlights for a daily smile.
My Hub hates me because I ask too many questions myself, but I'm just plain interested. I want to know the time, temperature, the mood, etc. and and not satisfied until I found out every little detail of what I want to know. At restaurants, I'll practically have my whole body turned to someone elses table so I can watch, listen and ask a question if my curiosity peaks.
The other day I was telling Hub about how Ella (my oldest) is driving my to drink because she is relentless on her questions... and she's getting worse by the day. Only I can ask them, oh, and you can too because your Cjane
The LDS world is so very small. Seriously, like one degree of separation. In my singles ward alone there are two people who I know of that have relatives I knew in NY and OR. Crazy, crazy, crazy. And I love it.
Have you read: http://clutchmagonline.com/
Yeah.
xoxo
KT
so you're totally going to miss the big scoop on nicole richie, but have it your way.
Okay, Courtney, we are living scarily similar lives.
First, I have actually BEEN to Lethbridge. Interesting place.
Also, the last time I played Guitar Hero I thought the very same thing about sweaty palms and germs and what not. However, the game is so completely awesome I soon put aside my germaphobic tendencies and had a rockin' good time.
And, third and lastly, I gave up celebrity gossip for my New Year's Resolution. It has been well worth it and my life has much improved since I no longer care what happens to famous people. But, every now and then I crave a People magazine.
I haven't had the pleasure of an in-person meeting with you Cjane (but blessed be that day, for sure), yet I can attest to your intense interest in people from our e-mail exchanges. It's a gift that seems to just flow naturally from you. You draw people in. It's a beautiful thing.
I like questions. I ask way too many. Some don't care for the questions but I would rather ask too many then to little and seem aloof, uninterested and impersonal. I don't know. I like your style.
Question: Did you get your fabulous sunglasses at Target?
(If so, I believe we have perfectly matching fabulous sunglasses.)
i knew 2 guys from lethbridge. they were both missionaries. i agree that the lds world is a small one. like that time i was in temple square and i ran into 2 girls from my home stake. i know that temple square is common for mormons to meet, however, they were there on vacation just like myself. so that was the wierd part.
and i remember when i met you and all the questions you asked me. ~j didn't prepare me so i felt as though i should've studied before going to your house.
Seriously, Tia, I cram for two hours before I go to meet cjane. It's just safer that way.
Dear Cjane,
Everyone loves you. Is it a little embarrassing? So much emotion!
I enjoy reading your blog and I think you are clever and funny. And I like asking people questions too. I call it The Inquisition and sometimes I feel a little sorry for the unsuspecting target.
Sincerely,
Celia Fae
I don't love you. But I love your guts. Is that ok? I am proud of you for not seeking the latest on celeb gossip. I will fill you in on what you need to know. Once a week I check, once a week that's all! I loved the muffins. Also, would you like you to get some tomatoes from my house over the next week? I won't be able to pick them and they need to go to someone I trust and will take care of them ever so sweetly. The little warm spot in your stomach would be the best place for them. Help yourself.
I will miss you.
You're phunny.
To Ringo: Does anyone ever tell you that you look like Chris Cooper?
How's my house, flowers, and chickens???? Any Stubbs spottings? I met a girl that reads your blog! Funny story cant wait to tell it to you! Thanks pal do you want anything from NM?
If it's personal stories you're craving, maybe you should wear an iPod while you're out delivering your do-goodies and listen to some podcasts. I do this when I'm working on something that doesn't require my actual brain, and I love it, love it. I am addicted to several podcasts devoted solely to people telling their own stories. I bet you'd love this too.
Cart-like I told you the evening we went to the Asian Star, I loved your little black dress. So when I saw up your dress, I just saw the inside of a cute little black dress. And some sexy legs (and bloomers). No improvements needed. For those of you wondering, cjane is tan, even above the knee.
p.s. why'd you have to choose the picture that makes me look like a farmer?
Cjaaaaaaaannee,
I have a question pour vous. You seem to have a higher percentage of vegetarians in your family than most...Who came first to this way of eating? How did that all begin?
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