Anything Goes

Some of you have asked to see pics of my jewelry and other beadwork. I’ve posted it on my photoblog. Zelda, this means everyone but you, unless you want to ruin your surprise. (Her’s is the red necklace. She already knew what color it was gonna be.)

Its a balmy 5 degrees here with a windchill of -4. The high tomorrow, a lovely 22. One of you hot men need to get your keister to WV so you can snuggle with my soft, voluptuous body. I’ll make it worth your while. COMPLY!

I know, I said I wasn’t going to post until Monday. Well, pffft! I lied okay? This is only a short post to tell you what a dumbass I can be and then a genius. Okay, maybe not a genius.

Nate’s PS2 went on the fritz about a month or so ago. Heh, maybe longer. Naturally I was going to get him another one for Christmas. Of course, PS2 is now the HOTTEST Christmas toy and every store from here to Canada is sold out. I ended up spending… seven hours running here and there looking for this elusive monster. I come home and check online; everything is on back order and the PS2’s on Ebay are now going for $200-$350. No way in hell okay?

Smart me gets online to PlayStation.com. I start troubleshooting. I’m running between the computer room and the bedroom, cussing all the way, ho, ho, ho. The last thing, if all else fails, is to switch your cables. Now, there’s a novel idea. I know I have a UHF converter around here somewhere. Hell, I may even have another AV Cable. I look in Nate’s room and only find the electric hookup from the PS1. I did however find my cell phone charger in one of the boxes I looked in. Fuck it. Off to K-Mart I go. I get a UHF converter for $9 and change. I come home. Plug it in and …. it worked.

So, I wasted seven fucking hours looking for something I wasn’t going to find anyway and the solution was right under my nose. Then I realized the fucking controller is missing. He and TLC took it off and it has disappeared. Still… cheaper than a new PS2. To top it off, as I was looking for the controller in the vast void of my bedroom, I lifted up the same box that had my cell phone charger in it and found… that’s right… my UHF converter AND the other AV cable. Oi. I figure that I might as well store them where I can actually find them as one or more of these things is going to wear out eventually.

By the time my genius kicked in and I got all that accomplished, I then needed to start getting ready for my ultra boring office party which entailed me sitting at my desk, reading blogs and combing the tangles out of my hair. See, I don’t actually comb my hair very often. I wash it but don’t comb it. I just tend to pull my fingers through it to get the worst of the snarls out and go on my way. This doesn’t work all the time and eventually I have to sit down with a comb and comb it. It took … about an hour. An ouchy ouchy hour.

My office party… oh, just not worth going into. BO-ring.

I came home and started working on one of my bead projects. When I work on my loom, I do that at my desk. But when I do other beading, I can pretty much set up shop wherever I want, which in this case, was my bed so I could watch one of my perennial favorite movies, Twister. Not having done this kind of beading, i.e. jewelry, in about two weeks, it put a little stress on my back as I do tend to sit slumped over with my head unnaturally jutted forward from my shoulders. Bad, bad, bad.

I woke up this morning with an absolute pounding headache and my shoulder muscles are visibly swollen. Not knots, just the whole top of my shoulders are puffy. If you’ve never had a headache caused by stiff muscles, praise the masses!

All right this is too long. I did manage to get part of my desk cleaned while waiting on these three Advil© to take effect. Now, for the rest of the house. I’ll be happy with the living room, the computer room and part of the kitchen for today. Nate and I can decorate a little when he comes home from his dad’s. Tune in tomorrow when I tell you guys what I want for Christmas and what Santa had to say.

I blogged Sunday but not Monday. I think I spent most of my time Monday trying to decide what to do about AZ. I also spent time in the alley crying over it.

By Monday night I started answering the questions you guys and gals had posted and I found my answer about AZ. Funny ole world isn’t it?

Tuesday I posted pics and audios and answers. I have now been downloaded to hard drives. Mmmmmmm… down loaded to hard drives… ahem… where was I?

Ah, yes, Wednesday and Lex. One of my better qualities is I don’t have the capacity to stay angry very long at people as long as I believe they made a mistake or are messed up as opposed to being vicious. I think Lex is just messed up. However, our newly appointed office manager, well, she’s just a bitch. An overbearing, rude, vicious bitch. You guys didn’t get to hear about her. Well, she bitched the receptionist out over SEVEN FUCKING CHRISTMAS CARDS!!!

Our receptionist lived with an abusive asshole for 30 years. She’s worked very, very hard to overcome the effects of that abuse. It truly pissed me off when I came in from getting coffee and this dear lady, even as flaky and passive-agressive as she is, was crying. So, let the power struggle begin over whether or not we’re going to have Christmas cards around a 3 foot tree. Puh-leeeze peeps!! Office Manager is a condescending wench. I went upstairs and reported to my boss. He didn’t want to get in the middle of it.

Okay. Yet, I heard him talking to Office Manager and another paralegal as I left. He said something to the effect that he had heard that she had engaged in a war of the wits with Receptionist and couldn’t she have picked a person who had wits to battle with. Ha ha, laugh, laugh. *Grrrrrrrrrr* That was vicious. Makes me wonder what he says about me behind MY back. Frankly, between the cracks about sand niggers and oreos (that would be people of bi-racial ancestry), he’s really been on a role of losing my respect this week. Add in the bonus thing and honestly, I’m not real happy at my job right now.

I think he can tell. He’s been coming back to my office more often to actually engage me in conversation about our cases because I just haven’t been stopping by to chit chat on my way in and out of the office. He goes through these spells where he gets like this… then he cycles out of it into this wonderful, generous person who treats everyone with dignity. I think Office Manager has had an effect on him. Me thinks she should spend more time at HER desk instead of yakking with the paralegal next to me.

Trust me. I know they talk about me. I’m not stupid. See, unlike poor Receptionist, I’m a paralegal and furthermore, I’m a real one, not a glorified legal assistant. I do know how to write briefs and I have written briefs in Federal Court cases and motions and memorandums of law in Circuit Court. I win 95% of my Social Security cases. I do all the work up, all the research and I write the memo the lawyers read from. I prep the clients and I prep the lawyers. I’ve won cases on the 4th level because I know the law judge screwed up and didn’t apply the rules correctly.

I go to mediations and settlement hearings with difficult clients and on large cases because I know the files and my clients inside and out. When they won’t listen to him, they’ll listen to me because I’m the one who has the closest relationship with them and they trust me. I’m sure if it wasn’t so damn hard in my city to find a good paralegal he might have fired me a few times. I’m not perfect and in case you didn’t notice, I can have an attitude.

I told boss man, you can put her in the position of office manager and let her have a power trip over five whole people, but keep me out of it. I had worked with her long enough that she absolutely grates on my nerves. I’m all for women being ballsy and gutsy… but I draw the line at vicious, rude behavior. Perhaps if we had a much bigger office and many more minions schlepping in late (like I did this morning because some jerk off decided to get on the Interstate the wrong way and kill himself) then perhaps her heavy-handed ways would be a bit more warranted.

Receptionist is a very good employee and thinks the world of us. Yes, she can get absolutely annoying as fuck, but I’m sure after listening to all of our whiny clients all day, I’d be a bit annoying too. For instance, she knows how much I enjoy beading and brings me articles etc. and knock-knock jokes for Nate. She didn’t deserve to be reduced to tears.

Okay, well this recap has turned into a rant, gotta love it.

Anyway, this leaves today when I was late for work, fought with my doctor’s office over my medications *grrrrrrrr* and basically, because I didn’t have my meds, had a fairly NON-PRODUCTIVE DAY.

Now, I face a very busy, busy weekend. I HAVE to shop for Nate… I have to work, I HAVE to clean my house. It is, well, just disgusting. No, trust me… between all the work I’ve been doing on my beading and everything else…. shudder. Time to clean… put the tree up and make this place look like somewhere Santa Claus would want to visit.

Not to mention a necklace, three bracelets, three medicine pouches and other beading to do. Its going to be a long weekend, with little sleep. Oh, and yeah, my office Christmas party. What joy! Single again. I HATE going to these things stag. Sigh.

So, I’ll leave you with another digi pic of my beadwork. This is the beaded part of a wall hanging that I haven’t gotten done for one of the partners in our firm. I’ll see you guys Monday.

More beadwork. 

What is it about the end of the year that peeps feel compelled to right wrongs and move forward? This has been a week of revelations!!! Case in point. Lex.

He IM’d me yesterday while I was at work. “How ya doin’ baby?”

Baby? *scrunches forehead* Okay, what the fuck is going on??? We chit-chatted… talked about traveling, the Super Bowl… then he said he would look for me tonight online. Wha??? Huh?

Sure enough… I was sitting at my desk, minding my own business when he pops up. He asked about Nate’s dad, as in, what does he look like. I told him and asked why he wanted to know. (Just so you know, Nate’s dad and AZ… ummm… hate each other. And since AZ and Lex work together… you saw where my mind went) Anyway, he related that while in a local Christmas parade he was harassed by a cop of the same city that Nate’s dad used to work for. (Nate’s dad is disabled from the force).

I told him that I was sorry to hear that happened to him but glad I wasn’t the cause. He said, “You’ve never been the cause. You’re the sweetest, most intelligent woman I’ve ever known.” (I’m paraphrasing… he was actually a lot nicer than that)

*Inanna scratches head* I said thanks, wondering what the fuck was going on. Did I really need this?

Ahhhh, grasshaaaapers…. he has a problem (I think we all know this already… but… for those of us just joining the game….) He said a lot of things about not being right in the head (Yep, knew that) and about how he feels as though if he does not let people into his “world” then there will be less emotional pain involved.

THANK THE GODS!!! What an open door for me to walk through. *giddy dancing* I told him that was bullshit. I told him how much pain it caused me because he DIDN’T let me in and that was the EXACT reason I stopped seeing him. Get this… he said, “I cared about you too much to let you into my world.”

*Confused look* That does not make a bit of sense to me. Okay, it does make sense but it makes no sense, if you get the sense of what I’m talking about. He feels as though because he has no idea where his life is going or how long he’s going to be here that he shouldn’t love nor be loved nor include anyone in his life to the degree that they would get too close to him, therefore sparing them the pain when he leaves.

I told him that was a real nice excuse to not be intimate with someone but it was and is a crock of shit. He’s scared, just like the rest of us. Let’s face it. None of us know where we will be this time next month. What if I finish that screenplay and sell it? How is my life going to change? Think about it. Life can change any minute. A child is born. Someone dies. Life changes.

I’m now painfully aware, however, that not everyone sees it that way. Whatever happens now, I know I have the strength to face it. Life is a series of lessons to be learned so we become stronger and wiser. Some of those lessons are so painful, we wonder if the light will ever appear above us again. Some don’t ever make it out. Some do but then squirrel themselves away, like Lex… living superficially, which to me, is not living at all.

The past is gone. It may influence who you are, but it certainly shouldn’t dictate your future. My friend PC wrote a poem about he and I once. Somewhere I still have a copy of it. It was called… “The Coin???” PC, help me out if you remember. But in that poem he talked about how one side of the coin is battered and scarred, heavily used, while the other side has a few nicks and scratches but is otherwise smooth. I was the battered side and he was the smooth side. A testament, at that time, to how we lived our lives.

My side of the coin has many more scars on it and I’m happy (sort of) to report that so does his. I don’t like it when he’s hurt or unhappy but I know he’s taking the bull by the horns and living and learning. Actually, he’s really kind of shocked me since moving back here from Georgia. He’s definitely changed.

As for Lex, I’m happy at least to see him talking about this. This is the first big step. Admitting there’s a problem. I wasn’t real nice about it. I came down pretty hard on him and asked him a lot of hard questions, not just about himself, but his current relationship and about what happened with us. And my stomach never twisted in a knot, the butterflies were quiet. Before… I would have been a mess saying the things I did… because of my abandonment issues. Afraid to speak my mind for fear the people I cared about would walk away. Its good to look back and see how far I’ve come.

Unfortunately, I also remembered something else. Why I was attracted to him to start with: his heart, his soul, his intelligence, almost like a butterfly struggling to free himself from a cocoon. Remembering how we used to rest our foreheads together and hide behind our hair (both of us have long hair). I missed him. I missed the person I know he is, all the while knowing… he won’t show that person and… I can’t be with someone who won’t let me in. (I also boxed his ears over what he said about my cats. HMPF!)

I think him living with his mom is just another way to avoid intimacy. We discussed our highly evolved emotional defense mechanisms. Yes… of course I have one… but I’m learning to use it a lot more wisely. I don’t keep everyone out, I’ve just learned who’s healthy enough for me to be let in. Sort of like a nice filtering system.

Like I said, I’m glad he’s at least talking about it. It gives me a lot of hope for him. He really is a sweet guy… a jerk at times… but nonetheless, a very sweet, screwed up guy. Sometimes I really hate being reminded of how much I care about somebody. I just hope he gets his head out of his ass and works on letting himself open up to people. There’s nothing I can do about that though. All I can do is listen, give him the tools and encourage him to be a mechanic.

I talked to AZ yesterday. Saturday was his birthday and I called to see how it went. He said, “We uh.. errr.. I went to (big expensive seafood restaurant) for lunch.”

(Frown) Does he think he has to lie to me? That makes me mad. I’m not sure if he doesn’t want to say, “I and the GF went to lunch at (seafood restaurant)” because he knows how I feel about him (or felt) and thought it might hurt me (please, I’m an adult, I can handle it) but… I have the feeling, he just doesn’t want me to know if he’s dating someone or not. Like… if I’m kept in the dark, then he has a better chance of getting what he wants when he wants it. Keeping me off balance….

There is no doubt that AZ has been the number one influence in my life for the past, almost, 13 years. He has shown me the path and I have taken it. Not in regard to the two of us, but in regard to myself. He’s the one who showed me the bootstraps, but I’m the one who pulled myself up.

AZ has been there for me during the transition of teenager to woman, childless to mother, living at home to homeowner, co-dependent to independent. And I realized… that transition is complete.

I realized that I’ve grown and changed and the direction that I have changed in, is not the direction that he is in anymore. I have resisted this. I have felt lost without him in the past, when we haven’t spoken, when we’ve stayed away from each other. When I began blogging, I did drift away from him. Why? Because most of you (Ye bloggers) are going in my direction. He’s not.

I’m not bitter or even sad anymore about the fact that he won’t be honest with me. He has his selfish reasons I’m sure. Yes, he is selfish. I’ve known this for a very long time. Oh, he has many redeeming qualities as well. But I’ve seen less and less of them. In 12 years, he’s never remembered my birthday. Ever. I just finally got tired of that. I don’t need gifts or gushing celebration songs… a phone call would suffice… ON my birthday, not as an after thought.

Even more, the hiding of his girlfriend (I guess that’s what she is). Even if I brought her up in conversation… like yesterday he told me he was going to a town over two hours away through the mountains… very rural… and when I asked, “why are you going there?” He deftly avoided the question, even when I repeated it. My guess is, it had something to do with the GF. So what? Big deal. Does he not think that by telling me about her or what they do together would help me realize how things are NOT going to work out for us? Or is that it? That he’s afraid I will realize that and I won’t be his “fall back” any more?

Sorry, I put that “somewhere in the 130’s” intelligence to work and figured that out for myself. The realization didn’t hit me as hard as I thought it would. It was more of a relief than anything. Anytime I have thought of cutting him loose (i.e. not calling him, not going to see him at remotes, not writing him letters) I have dissolved into tears. Not this time.

When I answered the questions, especially the ones about what I would change, what my regrets were, and about “the one who got away,” I realized, everything is exactly where it should be. I wouldn’t change anything. I have no regrets. And AZ didn’t get away… he turned down every opportunity he had.

It was a liberation of sorts to realize… I don’t need him. I definitely don’t need someone who I feel is purposefully misleading me for their own gain, whether its meant viciously or not. I don’t believe it is vicious at all. It just speaks of bigger problems in his life. The ones he’s not willing to face in order to facilitate emotional growth.

It used to be, if he felt me drifting, he would do something to pull me back… the hang on… the hope. Some would call that, “having your cake and eating it too.” That won’t happen this time. I know now, what I knew last year at this same time but wasn’t strong enough to face. I couldn’t be with him because he isn’t healthy; emotionally he’s a basketcase and even as I was willing to open myself to others in the quest to work through the pain in my life which kept me a train wreck… he hasn’t and chances are, he never will.

I’ve worked too hard to be with someone who would rather wallow in their pain instead of working through it. If we’re ever together, those changes would have to happen before and he would have to initiate it. Not me and I’m not waiting.

I hate to say this because it sounds conceited and uppity, but, I’ve outgrown him. I’ve transitioned away from him. Although he was the catalyst to a lot of the positive change in my life… he didn’t follow his own advice, nor did he follow me through the portal and I’m not going back. No one could save me and I can’t save him. He knows where I’ve been. He knows where I am now and he knows there’s a difference. If he chooses to make changes, then he does and he knows where to find me if he needs someone to talk to.

I’m sure we’ll speak. I’m sure he’ll call or I’ll call him, just to catch up. There won’t be anymore letters though. I don’t feel as though I can share such intimate feelings anymore with someone who won’t give me the time of day to make a comment about them.

I believe that over the years, we have discussed the emotions I have poured into the letters I have written him perhaps five times. 13 years. Can you imagine how many words I have written him in 13 years? Since May 27th of this year, I have written 113,000 words on this blog. Some of the letters I wrote to him were 25 pages typewritten. This post at this point is 1,005 words and two typewritten pages. Imagine. Even half of this. Let’s say by the end of the year I have 120,000 words. Even if only half that were written over a year, that’s 780,000 words (at a minimum).

780,000 words, words of my feelings, thoughts… hopes, fears, sadness, rage… happiness. A lot were rants… but some were honest questions… pleading almost for him to be honest with me. To talk to me about us, about where I stood, about where, if anywhere, we were going and 780,000 words later… I still don’t know.

Now it doesn’t matter. I always wished someone would come by and pick me up and make me whole again. That someone is me. No one can fix us or change us. It all comes from within. They give us the tools and tell us to fix our own cars. That’s what he did. Sad that he hasn’t used the tools I’ve handed him but I can’t help that, nor change it.

There are no tears nor sighs of regret or longing. Our season has passed. That is all.

This was hard work. Reminder to self : NO!

Anyway… here we go.

Trashman asked:

Sex w/blogger
1. Who?
2. How?
3. Why?

Inanna answers:

Trashman decided to let me off the hook as not having to answer this question. Stop groaning, I’m going to answer it anyway. I told him I would modify it to my own means. There are three bloggers that I would like to get to know better should the opportunity ever present itself. I like many bloggers for many reasons but these three gentlemen stand out as my major crogs due to their intelligence, wit, thoughtfulness, and humorous self-deprecation. In no particular order, they are: (drum roll, not so shocked gasps from the peanut gallery)

Michael, Jack and Dastard.

Michael asked:

Pics of yourself?
Audioblog of yourself?
Video of yourself?

Inanna answers:

Ahem. Due to the work involved with Michael’s request, his answer will appear below. There will be no video.

Esther asked:

Do you have any other tattoos?
Do you think Michael has a porn fetish?
Who would you like to meet? (famous/infamous person)

Inanna answers:

No, however I’m always in the market.
No, he has a NannerPeach fetish. I hear it’s a terrible affliction.
Ack!! Many, many people (besides bloggers). The entire Romanov family, Joan of Arc, Winston Churchill, Oskar Schindler, Raoul Wallenberg, Ghandi, Mother Theresa, Jesse James (Yep, those are the dead ones) Living - Johnny Depp, Hilary Rodham Clinton, Teresa Heinz Kerry, Jon Bon Jovi, Stephen King, Bill Gates… the list goes on.

Celti asked:

1. If you could go back and do it all over again, what major thing would you change and why?
2. Have you ever had a spell backfire on you? Why do you think it did?
3. How did you choose the screen name Inanna Moon?

(Had to number her’s)
1. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. I realize if I change one thing, it changes everything. It would change the person I am and I’ve finally gotten comfortable with her so I don’t want her changing for a while. (See Kate’s question about regret).
2. I’ve never had a spell backfire.
3. Inanna is my patron goddess. From “inanna.virtualave.net” - Inanna makes her descent into the dark realm, kur-nu-gi-a, of her sister, Ereshkigal. Inanna passed the seven portals of kur-nu-gi-a, and at each of the portals she was obligated to remove an item of clothing, until at last she stood before Ereshkigal, totally naked. Ereshkigal fastens on Inanna, and for three days she hangs like a carcass on a hook. Her faithful female companion, Ninshubur (”Queen of the East”) whom she warns to go in search of help for her if she does not return, appeals to the god of wisdom, responds to her and sends two creatures to plead with Ereshkigal for Inanna’s release. They find Ereshkigal in the process of giving birth. Inanna is restored to life and ascends like the moon after its three days death to assume her place once more as Queen of Heaven.

The lesson of this ritual drama for Sumerian culture was the deep realization that death is not inimical to life but an essential aspect of its totality and, indeed, the passageway to a new cycle of life. So her journey into the Netherworld was both a literal and symbolic enactment of a natural world occurrence and its mirror in the human psyche as represented by her earthly representatives: the priestesses of Sumeria.

Inanna is seen as the daughter of the sky-god An but is also seen as the daughter of the moon-goddess Ningal and her consort Nanna.

Inanna embodies the beliefs I have, namely, that we die many times in our lives, not physically, but emotionally and spiritually. We have the capability to arise from that death, reborn as a new individual, stronger and wiser. One of the symbols associated with her is the moon (that and my Phoebe Moon sister).

Additionally, I have worn an eight-pointed star for many years (a symbol of Inanna), not to mention the love of cats (Lions are often portrayed with Inanna) and she is the goddess of fertility, birth, nature, sexuality and war. As a Scorpio, my ruling planets are Mars and Pluto. Mars rules our sexuality and was the God of War. Pluto rules the reproductive system, transformation, regeneration, and rebirth. So… there you go.

Zelda asked:

1. (I know its redundant but I want to know) Blogger (besides me) you’d most like to schtook?
2. Blog you read most?
3. Work of fiction you’ve most enjoyed?

Inanna answers:

I’ll interpret #1 as someone I would like to get into trouble with as opposed to Trashman ’s question. I would have to say as far as trouble making, I would have to go with JP or Trashman. Two Scorpios with meanness on the mind is a dangerous thing. Trashman is self-explanatory.
2. As for blogs, look to my sidebar. It cycles as does everything. I normally hit Jay, Steve, Trashman, Jack, Michael, Sloth, Dastard, you, and several others, at least once a day. Others I hit every other day.
3. Harry Potter is high on the list but so is The Wolf’s Hour, A Boy’s Life, and Swan Song by Robert McCammon. All of Stephen King, Dean Koontz and Patricia Cornwell. Harry Potter and McCammon satisfy my need for magic… King and Koontz for fantasy/horror… Cornwell for my scientific law side.

El Sid asked:

Why would you?
Why wouldn’t you?
Why didn’t you?

Inanna answers:

I would because I want to.
I woudn’t because of karmic consequences.
I didn’t because they wouldn’t.

AJ asked:

1. Name the chief childhood fear that still makes you queasy as an adult.
2. Who is the most important or famous relative you have (including distant relatives) and why?
3. Why am I such a cool dood?… er… uh.. I mean, Who or what is most responsible for making you, you?

Inanna answers:

1. I hate the thought of smothering, for any reason. My brother used to wrap me in a blanket and sit on me as a kid. I hate enclosed spaces and that includes diving in deep water. The pressure the water exerts makes me panic. I cringe when in movies they put anything in or over a character’s mouth. Placing your hand over my mouth in anyway is the fastest and easiest way to lose a finger.
2. According to my cousin, we are distantly related to Jonathan Belcher, Governor of Massachusetts Bay, New Hampshire and New Jersey in the 1600’s and founder of Princeton University; Winston Churchill, Douglas MacArthur, Franklin D. Roosevelt, John Alden (original passenger on the Mayflower), John Adams, John Quincey Adams, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and yes, Dan Quayle (groan). The last four are descendants of John Alden.

Then there’s my 8th great-grandmother (Welsh) who was arrested for going to a masquerade ball as a man in the 1700’s in Philadelphia. But, honestly, my Ma-Maw was the most influential family member. She was quite a lady, almost as mean as me, but not quite. Strength, determination, a wonderful laugh and faith… that’s what she was to me.

3. I am. I am who makes me, me. However, as far as influential individuals who have pushed me forward, giving me the tools to mold myself are AZ, my host parents and my high school German teacher.

Kate the Peon asked:

1. What’s something you chose not to do that you have regretted?
2. What’s something you chose to do that you have regretted?
3. What’s something you want to do?

Inanna answers:

1 & 2 - I used to regret not dumping Nate’s dad in September of 1995 and going after AZ. But then I wouldn’t have Nate and his birth was the catalyst for my most intense personal growth. It stings but I feel as though I can’t regret anything I have done nor haven’t done because it all fits into who I am now.
3. I would like to travel more.

Gooch asked:

1. What do you like most and least about your job?
2. Who was your “one who got away”?
3. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?

Inanna answers:

1. It sounds altruisitc but I like giving people a voice that normally wouldn’t have one. I don’t like those same people becoming greedy fucks.
2. AZ
3. I haven’t been everywhere I want to go yet, but my best guess would be Germany, Poland, Italy, Turkey, Australia or New Zealand.

Mike Peach asked:

1. What is NANNERPEACH? (Because I’m a Peach too.)
2. What is your IQ?
3. What were you doing when I asked this question?

Inanna answers:

1. See one of my posts in October titled “All About MJNanPeach.” Its a cute but long story.
2. In the 130’s.
3. Researching my famous family for AJ. (Glad you stopped by!)

tinyhands asked:

1. You are stranded on a desert isle and you can only have one pizza topping. What would it be?
2. There are 4 Wiggles, but you only have three bullets, what do you do?
3. Suppose you have to flee the country unexpectedly, Canada or Mexico?

Inanna answers:

1. Cheese
2. I’d shoot three then beat the other one to death with my shotgun.
3. Canada!

Cybele asked:

1. Cut or uncut?
2. Boxers or briefs?
3. Granny panties or thong?

Inanna answers:

I don’t discriminate
Doesn’t matter because they’re coming off anyway.
Commando

Cooter (coming in under the wire) asked:

1. What type of laundry detergent?
2. Beer or wine?
3. How ya doin’ Punkin?

Punkin answers:

1. Purex
2. Beer
3. I’m doin’ just PEACHY baby!!!
Keep going. Michael’s post is below

My feet… sorta… while hunting and my snack. That’s a fig newton on top of the Mountain Dew can. 

My hand.