If you haven't yet, you may want to read yesterday's post before this one.
Ding-ding-ding! Aaaaaand, the winner is...TJ. It's Zooby. Rhymes with Booby. And Dooby. Though, I did figure most of y'all would pronounce it like 'Tube'. Let's just say, if you were calling my house and asked for 'Zube' (rhymes with tube) I would say, "Oh, she died a penniless lonely bitch." Telemarketers. Damn them.
But, you may pronounce it however you like! Just don't call and try to sell me shit.
Which leads me to Anduin Andorian's question:
Where did you get the name Zube from?
It's my maiden name. Actually, most of my friends and Z-Boy call me Zube (Zooby) or some variation thereof. Zoobles, Zoobs, Z. I hated it growing up because I was always last in line, and it rhymed with booby. Which I didn't have much in the way of. Despite the fact that I could write a book with all of the rhymes my clever punkass classmates came up with, once high school hit and the kids started calling me Zube, I grew to love it.
Zube Boy is so named in my blog because I figger if I go by his last name in real life, he can fucking take mine on the internets. Damn patriarchal bullshit that I bought into. Anyway...
Courtney's question:
How many pairs of flip flops do you have?
Well, well, well. Funny you should ask because Z-Boy and I get in fights about this. Come the month of May, I buy myself an assload of flip flops in, like, fifty different colors because I usually throw them away when they get dirty. Which takes about, oh, a week maybe. As we have learned, Z-Boy is none too fond of the plan I devised for cleaning them so I've thrown in the towel on that battle.
I braved my closet, which is a feat in and of itself. The grand total is seven and a half, but I believe that's actually eight. I only delved into the top 12 layers of shit in my closet and I'll have to call in an archeologist to get through the rest. Or at least borrow a front end loader and a crew of about twelve burly men with hard hats.
Heh. And now...
I saved Blog Ho's question for last:
Did you get nice things?
I'll show you what I got for my birthday...
That's what the inside of someone's foot looks like. Whose foot, you ask? Well, I'll show you that, too...
But, I'm out of time for now, so I'll save that story for another post. Oh, and we can safely assume that I did not, in fact, get knocked up on my birthday! We're all okay now, though.
Friday, July 22, 2005
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Thanks for answering our questions. Since I've always thought your name was pronounced Zoob, I'll continue to think of it that way. Re-training myself will take way too long. Sorry about Zube-Boy. Looks like he had a nasty happen to him. Hope he feels better soon.
Anduin- I failed to mention that you all can pronounce it however you like! :-) I was just wondering how ya did.
Thanks for the well wishes for Zube Boy. He's got lot's 'o vicoden, so he's doing well.
it is not zoobey. it can't be. did the neighbor attack again?
Blog Ho- No, actually Psycho Twat left with a bunch of shit in the back of his truck a week ago, and we haven't seen his filthy mug since.
This was the result of a four-wheeling excursion. But, at least we know the roll cage Zube Boy built works properly. Otherwise his head would look a lot worse than his foot.
oh man. I've soooo been there with the foot thing...so my well wishes go out to zube-boy (and to you too, since you'll be the one he'll "ring the bell" for).
You'll still be zube like lube in my head. It's hard to retrain my brain. I'll try though.
..and there's NOTHING wrong with having too many flipflops. Nothing. :)
Ooh, I broke my right foot once. I was stone-ass drunk. The story would make a good blog post sometime. I know how he feels.
Hey Zube Girl.. do you have an email address?
I wanted to ask you something. :)
Hey! Yes, it's zubegirl@wildmail.com.
hmmm... now I have "Hey Jude" stuck in my head. You know, because it goes, "hey jude..." (like tube but not zube). Then all of the sudden, it busts out with "Judee judee judee"....
Ok, so not quite the same.
Glad Zube Boy doesn't have more serious injuries.
Cassiopeia- Please feel free to say it in your head however you like! And, I'm feeling some serious flip flop shopping coming on. I mean only 8! Geez, I can't believe I've let it get this bad.
Junebee- I would love to hear that story!
TJ- I am of the same grain. Being right rocks. But, the way I figure, however anyone wants to pronounce it is fine by me. Which actually means I'm a lazy sack of shit, and can't be bothered to change anything!
Storm- Actually, that 'Hey Jude' analogy is pretty cute! I love that song.
One thing is for sure, I cannot doubt that you are amusing.
Four wheeling!!! I KNEW IT!!
Zoobey huh? I kinda like that. That's sorta kicky. Like a good super hero alter ego name. I imagine you with a sparkly pink cape and tall silver boots.
Nice Blog.. :)
I'm glad to hear that zb was kept safe by the roll cage. It definitely could have been much worse. Boys and their toys.
So, I adore x-rays in an obsessive kind of way (I've made co-workers bring theirs in to the office many times before). I'm thrilled that you posted his. I like to play guessing games with them... my guess for is a broken fibula from a rolled ankle... his foot was also hella-swolen when they took it.
Cristopher- Thanks!
PaintingChef- Okay, now I really, really wish I could fucking sew! That indeed would be my superhero outfit. Totally.
Freaking Fabulous- Gracias!
Kjersten- Hee. You are too cute. I love hearing funny little bits about people. :-) And, the doctor actually couldn't find a break, which he really couldn't believe. So on Monday or Tuesday we've gotta take Zube Boy to a specialist to get a cat scan on it. I'm just so glad it didn't turn out worse. I don't think I've ever been so scared in my life!
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