Who,What, Where, When, Why, How

I am reaching back into the archives of my brain and retrieving this little nugget of writing goodness from journalism 101, Indiana University, circa...oh never mind!

And am posting the blog challenge early because after a Friday working at home and a Monday holiday and a Tuesday out with a sick day. Tomorrow. back at work. will be. hell.

So here we go. I'm putting on my Christiane Amanpour flack jacket and hitting you with my take on the golden mantra of the school of journaling. It won't be Emmy worthy, but it should be....ahem...revealing.

WHO

Who pushes your buttons. It can be in a good or bad way.

Without a doubt it is my DH. I love him to death, but he can make me nuts by sheer virtue of time together. He knows all my dark little secrets and is not above bringing them out into the light of day and giving them a little spit and polish to make them all, shiny and blindingly APPARENT. I hate to admit this, but he only does it when I need to be reminded that I am not well...perfect. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

WHAT

Makes you crazy (are you seeing a theme here?)

Oh the list is long and wide. I hate it when people take the elevator to go one floor. And I KNOW there are people who have to do it for medical reasons. But when I KNOW the people in question (ie work) and I KNOW they are perfectly healthy in addition to being perfectly lazy. It just irks the bejeesus out of me. I have been known to hop off when they get on, run down the flight of steps and casually stroll by the elevator door as it opens. I know. I am NOT nice. See WHO above.

WHERE

Where were you when you last lost your temper?

When my youngest DS told me that a teamate of his told him he didn't deserve to be an all star or to make the bball tournament team. What's worse, this teammate also made the tournament team and the all stars. Way to show your support....little putz. My husband is the coach of the tournament team. Thank god, because if I were? The little putz would be sitting....on the bench....a WHOLE lot. Instead, his mother will be getting one of my patented tactful "heart to hearts" this Saturday at the pool party kick off. You all can stop laughing now. I REALLY am good at making my point with a minimum of collateral damage.

WHEN

When is your crazy time of day?

5 o'clock follies. Kids screaming, dogs barking, dinner on the verge of burning, anarchy in the streets.

WHY

Why do you blog? Therapy, creative outlet?? Something other?

Therapy, creative outlet, frustrated writer syndrome, all the cool kids were doing it. All of the above.

HOW

How do you chill out?

Glass of cold crisp chardonnay on my back porch, listening to the birds and my water fountain. Usually when the 5 o'clock follies roll into town.

And now, back to you