Heh, I always thought if I had to be a Greek letter, I'd be a Gamma. I defined it as loping around the outside of the pack not giving a fuck, but able to step in and be an Alpha if needed (thus alarming the Alphas blustering about with their elbows out)—ah, in my fantasy world I am such a Mary Sue.

I had, with hope, tried one of Arby's BLT artisan sandwich. I didn't like it; all the ingredients except the bacon were subpar, and I didn't expect the bread to be untoasted, let alone of the super-soft wheat kind (my personal taste buds in play here). Perhaps it was so artisan that my lowly self couldn't recognize it.

I've got the narrow heel too, which can mean a lot of sending back when doing mail order. Sometimes adding gel pads helps.

YES to Carol Burnett. I can't see her name without thinking of her with Tiger Haynes, mimicking Shirley Temple and Bojangles (from Fade Out, Fade In):

I had the early silver hairs, too, starting way back, though so far they still seem confined to the top of my head. I don't dye my hair, so they're always there. And by now I've grown into them as well, so that when a friend kindly pointed them out in front of everyone ("You have grey hair and you're younger than…

This. I have no prob looking and enjoying, but more and more find the concept of "25 Most Beautiful" -type lists to be ridiculous. Why do we even need to try to compare people in this way? And why is someone telling me what I think of as beautiful? Perhaps I'm taking it too seriously and am not the target demographic,…

I'm an 11W too, though I first found out how nearly impossible it was to get shoes when I hit 9 1/2 in middle school, like I needed more grief.

That was pre-Internets and we only shopped local stores, so I've spent some years thanking the big-footed* gods that created Footsmart, Wide-Widths.com, Auditionsshoes (and…

This. I had my older brother's metal Tonka toys, Legos, plain wooden blocks, etc. I played dress up—though I despised dresses in real life, being a climber—and queen of the forest (not princess, heh), had a stove and refrigerator (stuffed animals gotta eat), had that Bonne Bell makeup that came in lipstick tubes…

That and bricklink.com, if you want to get bulk boatloads of specific colors (and pretty much anything else). Use peeron.com for set lists, like if you want to build a Lego band but don't want to buy an entire set just to get the banjo parts. Those minifigs need music! (Er...Lego captivates me like fury.)

If there's something wrong with you, there's something wrong with me, because I cannot STAND someone breathing on me. My husband tends to be a nighttime mouth-breather as well. Drives me nuts. Plz, just face the other way, k? I'll move if I have to, but I generally resent it because if I'm comfortable and he happens…

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That is what I did, the costume shop route. My prom year was 1993 and the styles were hideous to my eyes, so my dad got the idea to take me to local costume/theatre shop to rent a gown. I found a beautiful, Renaissancey, creamy white satin gown with a subtle design flowing through it, with a black satin panel from the…

That is what I did, the costume shop route. My prom year was 1993 and the styles were hideous to my eyes, so my dad got the idea to take me to local costume/theatre shop to rent a gown. I found a beautiful, Renaissancey, creamy white satin gown with a subtle design flowing through it, with a black satin panel from the…

That is what I did, the costume shop route. My prom year was 1993 and the styles were hideous to my eyes, so my dad got the idea to take me to local costume/theatre shop to rent a gown. I found a beautiful, Renaissancey, creamy white satin gown with a subtle design flowing through it, with a black satin panel from the…

1) This. And even now when I have figured out how to be hot (love that phrasing), I don't feel that I missed anything.

Ah, I can see that.

Good ol' Day 2!

And—what if you're walking a fair distance ahead of someone and you can hear them start to walk faster because you're going to get to the door first?

I saw Rammstein-s "Pussy" video before it got scraped off the internets. It was hilarious and entertaining at the same time, and bursting with XXX goodness.

The thing I remember most is the furniture. I had hand-me-down Barbies from my older cousins who had gone punk and chopped off most of their hair, so remember wishing I had a long-haired Barbie to do stuff with, but the furniture! I had a fully-stocked refrigerator (and matching stove) that was always prone to…