The Queens Meme # 31 ~ The What Not Meme

Monday, March 29, 2010
The Queen's Meme #31 ~ The What Not Meme


Welcome to the Queen's Tuesday Meme #30



Sometimes silly.
Sometimes serious.
Always fun!
Step out of the box.
Be creative.
Use your imagination.
No one's answers are quite like you


The What Not Meme


People are always giving advice on what NOT to do in this situation and that situation. I’ve had it with the know-it-alls this week. I’m switching it up.
It’s your turn to be the expert. Answer what NOT to do in the following situations.
It’s your spin on potential societal blunders (and a few quirky scenarios you might find yourself in). You didn't think I'd leave my quirk home now did ya?
Have at it.



What NOT To Do when you’re…..

1. On a first date - do not talk about your ex-boyfriends.

2. Intoxicated-do not throw up on yourself.

3. In the shower- do not pee.

4. At your ex’s wedding - do not sing "Happy Days Are Here Again."


5. In jail- don't ask what are you in the joint for?

6. being stalked - do not turn into the stalker stalking your stalker. Did that make sense?

7. Stuck to an igloo-watch out for seals or Polar bears.

8. In sewing class - do not sew your fingers together. It really sucks to do that.

9. Asleep in a helium balloon- do not sleep walk.

10. At a birthday party for twins- do not help them open their presents and ask "Is this for me?"

11. On a nude beach-Look straight into their eyes. If you look else where you might see something old hanging out.

12. At the opera-do not leap out of the balcony or say "Here I am."

13. you’re falling in love - keep your mouth shut and do not say a word.

14. Low on gasoline in a bad part of town - Lock your doors, raise the music to an ear busting volumn and lower your car seat into drive by mode. Look cool.

15. Having a baby- do not scream out to your baby's father "This is all your fault!"

16. On fire-do not run. Stop, drop and roll.

17. Lost at the mall - do not ask anyone for help.

18. At a single’s dance- don't be a wall flower.

19. Riding a bike on the Jersey Turnpike - Make sure you are going with the flow of trafic.

20. Driving your significant other's car- do not eat or drink in his car and please put the seat back into the previous position.

21. Being robbed at gunpoint- Don't say "Go ahead and make my day."

22. Kissing- Please don't bite my lip.

23. Paying the hotel cashier -Don't call them patel. That means hotel.

24. Buying lingerie-do not try it on over your outer clothes.

24. Commenting on a blog- be kind and don't leave your life's story there. If you need more space then email them.

25. In Queen Mimi's dungeon- Do not read her diary.

Werk...

OK, so here is my dilemma. I have been working at this little gift and floral shop for over a year now. When I was hired, I thought I was to instruct others to learn how to design. In my mind I knew it was only temporary, but I don't think my boss heard me.

I am grateful, but I am also tired. We were short two people on Valentines' Day. I was the only designer and worked my tail off. I can't tell you how much pressure and stress that put on me. Remember that I have arthritis. Since that holiday, my RA has been acting up. Stress makes it worse.

Six weeks ago, I was leaving work and my knee just buckled. Pain like I have never experienced. I go to the doctor and he gives me crutches, he sends me for a MRI and tells me to stay off my feet. The MRI looked pretty good for my knee. Of course the doctors wanted to operate because there is arthritis, but I decided to try another route. Chiropractic care and it is working wonderfully well for my knee. Three times a week for how long? I am not sure, but I am not in as much pain. Maybe 60% better.

So far so good, until last week. My boss and her mother are going to market in Dallas. They ask me if I can work. Being the people pleaser I am, and being a former owner of a flower shop, I know just how hard it is to keep the doors open. Therefore, I decide to work. It seems that my knee is not rehabbed and unfortunately I know it all too well.

Last week I explained to my boss' aunt and she completely understands it. She is part time and drives an hour to get to work. This is a family owned business. I am such a weenie and I will do everything I can to help them even at my own expense. I don't have to work, but I like it, so I do work.

So many other things that I want to do keeps running in my head. I really want to quit, but they don't have a designer. I need to take care of myself, my HUBS and my family. I want to do other things for a while. I want to have a slower paced life. I am burned out.

My friends and my sister all agree that I should quit because I can't handle the stress anymore. I was fine until Valentines' Day and until my knee went out. My mother died at 65 years of age and I am approaching sixty in April. I think it is time I took care of me.

I have to sound it out and give myself permission to quit work. Why am I such a weenie and why do I feel like I am letting them down?

How does everybody keep up?

Part of my problem in blogging is trying to keep up with reading every blog. I am loaded down with them right now. I am determined to read them all. I may not comment, but I will read them.

I have gone back and forth between using Google reader or just my blog roll. So this morning I went back to reader, deleted the one-thousand post that I have not read and started fresh. I have read twelve new post and am caught up for the moment. I even made a few comments as well.

I find it hard to write and read. Well, that sounds a little odd I know, but I have the concentration of a gnat sometimes. How do you handle reading all of the blogs. When I finally get to reading some, then I have to catch up on their blogs in order to feel like I am keeping up. Also, there are so many wonderful blogs out there that I have not been able to read.

Just know that I am trying to be a better blogger and blog friend. Have a great day.

The Queen's Meme # 30~The FaceTwit Meme~Tweet This!

Who is gonna fess up??!
Homer caused a LOT of trouble in the dungeon last week while I was gone. I think he is in cahoots with a few of you. Is there a snitch among you? I want to know what happened to my diaries while I was gone. Who has em???!

Sunday, March 21, 2010
The Queen's Meme #30
The FaceTwit Meme ~ Tweet This!



Welcome to the Queen's Tuesday Meme #30



Sometimes silly.
Sometimes serious.
Always fun!
Step out of the box.
Be creative.
Use your imagination.
No one's answers are quite like yours.

The Facebook Meme (aka The FaceTwit Meme)
It's a little longer than usual but I just couldn't stop in 140 words or less. Sorry.


1. Facebook has now surpassed Google in number of users and traffic.
How much time do you spend on Facebook? If not FB, do you use Twitter?

Honestly, I don't spend a lot of time on FB and no, I don't Twitter. So sorry.

2. What is Farmville? I do not understand why people are asking me for margarine.

I have added Farmville to my applications, but did not realize that so many people would ask for all of this stuff. I think it is a bartering system. My farm is tended by friends that have nothing to do or love this app so much. If it weren't for my friends, it would be dead.

3. Do you war in the Mafia Wars? I do not understand why people are asking me for cows.

Heavens no... Mafia Wars is too violent for me. Just go on and give them the cow. Please.

4. What is Cafe World? I do not understand why people are asking me for bullets!

It is a place on Pet Soceity to go and visit other strange people, but I don't go there. Tell them you are out of bullits. Please.

5. Are you being bombarded with these "See Who Has Been Looking At your Profile - See Who Your Peeps Are?" application request lately?
I don't understand why people are asking me for my photograph and that of my dogs.

Nope, I am not lost and do not need to be found. You are our Queen and Homer is the palace pooch, so of course they want a photo. Could you autograph mine?

6. Which FB or Twitter applications, tags or gifts irritate you the most and why?

All of them tick me off. I must have 200 requests and I am playing a new game called "Let me see how many folks are so desparate that they keep asking me for things I don't have". Besides all of those applications slows my computer down. Ugh!

7. Every morning I am faced with the question at the top of my Facebook profile page, "What's On Your Mind?" Now Mr. Online Mailman wants to know the same thing. Does the whole world need to know what I'm thinking at every moment? I can't write that in a public place ya know. But if you had to answer that question honestly at 9:00 am each morning, what would you say?

You know what F.I.N.E. stands for? Something about denial... and blah, blah, blah. People that are fine are really not so I never say fine anymore.
NEVER! It's not nine 'o clock yet. I will have to get back to you.

8. Do you know how you became friends and followers with everyone in your list on Facebook and Twitter?

Well, I think it is because I know them or maybe I am freinds with them. I don't accept requests from strangers, except my Queen.

9. Have you ever been deceived online by someone you thought was someone else? How did you know?

You really take this stuff seriously don't you? I think everyone is a deceiver. I have trust issues.

10. Do you enjoy chatting via Yahoo Messenger or AOL the old-fashioned way? If so, who do you chat with most online?

I once chatted with my kids, but honestly I don't think they like to talk to just me. They usually are having multiple conversations and with the delay, it drives me crazy. Personally, I prefer the phone and a live voice.

11. Have you ever been contacted on Facebook or via email under false pretenses, for dubious purposes, or by meddling nosy people in general?

I am not that interesting. So the answer is NO.

12. Think about it. We are all flitting around making bird noises on the internet. What would the PETA people say?! Can you think of a more suitable animal mascot for Twitter? What kind of sound would we make?

I don't really care what PETA has to say about all of the birdies. The sound would be "Twittle, twittle, twittle dee... I am happy as can be."

13. What kind of new cool innovative application would you like to see on Facebook or Twitter? What would you call it?

DIRECTIONS!

14. Have you ever had to block someone from Facebook or Twitter?

Yes, a strange little kid that was my neighbor.

15. Do you allow your real life friends to communicate with you there or do you prefer to be incognito to the universe at large?

My real life friends do not communicate with me via FB. We are old fashioned and use the phone.

16. Do you belong to any CAUSES on Facebook or Twitter? If so, what makes you passionate about them and why did you join?

The main one that I care about is Blogging for Peace.

Do you know what a Twibe is?

Yes, it has something to do with Mime and I forgot the rest. Maybe something like a twitter for blogs?

18. Have you ever rage twitted? Tell me!

Nope, I like to rage in person.

19. I find that more and more people are reading my blogs on Facebook and commenting there. Do you share your blog posts on Facebook? Do you find that it helps or hinders your blog traffic?

I do not share my blog on FB because I rarely do FB.

20. Wanna be my friend on FB? I have nearly 800 now. At least I'd recognize you!

We already are FB friends. Have you forgetten?

Don't you be foolin' me now. There's always the dreaded dungeon.
I wonder if there's an app for that. Hmmmm......

What moves your soul?

There are so many things that move my soul.
I struggle to transform the emotions to words and to paper.
You know those fleeting moments of feelings
They send goose bumps up your back
Make you shiver with joy.
It can be something as simple as a chord of your favorite song.
It just zings me for a brief moment and I smile.

The intoxicating smell of honey suckle.
Transforms me to a different time and era.
It takes my breath away.
I pause and inhale theses little bits of the moment.
These sweet jewels that I often forget to embrace,
Oh so simple, yet fulfill my world, moves my heart.
Inspires me.
Shakes me, makes me fall to my knees in sheer awe of the moment.

What moves your soul?

A beautiful piece of art work in a museum.
Summons memories of a college painting class.
And the innocence of youth.
A morning sun filled with lyrical notes from the song birds.
Evening stars sparkling so high in the sky
While the lightening bugs fly to and fro
Encircling the trees on the soft breeze of the night.
Life's little simple moments.
Let them speak to you.

I feel like I have a secret with in my soul.
Just for me, it all unfolds.
My happy place is where I go.
Free from the sorrow I know.
Yes, I have a secret.
My own peace of joy.
Takes me away.
On the wings of time.
Let it speak to your soul.

THe Queen's Meme #29~ The Bucket List

Tuesday, March 16, 2010
The Queen's Tuesday Meme #29 ~ The Bucket List Meme


Welcome to the Queen's Tuesday Meme #29

Sometimes silly.
Sometimes serious.
Always fun!
Step out of the box.
Be creative.
Use your imagination.
No one's answers are quite like yours.

It's not original. It's not my idea. This meme has been around in various forms. Call it whatever you wish. But I thought it would be interesting to make a wish list of things you want to accomplish or do before you ....um....well....die. Cheery, no? Just like the two characters in the 2007 motion picture, The Bucket List, we all have a list in our heads. I'm not sure I've ever actually written mine down. Some I've already crossed off. I think it's time for a fresh new slate of ideas and direction for me. I've been through a lot of change in the last year. And even though the list might change periodically, nevertheless, the task gives me pause.
What AM I doing to push forward those dreams of mine? Maybe it will help if I write them down. And what hinders me from getting them done? That is the bigger question.

The rules: There are none. List as many things as you'd like. Give us your answers in pictures, words or song lyrics. Make it serious or funny. Your choice.
What's on your list?



MY BUCKET LIST :

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you

Don't forget The Dash

It's how you lived that counts

To love without prejudice

Be healthy mentally and physically

Become a mad, crazy artist again, well I am crazy?

Find myself and grow up

Continue education

Learn to play the violin

Travel to Montanna and Wyoming

And The Beatings began...

I tried to spare you some of the gravity of the issues of my last post, but I am not sure I accurately described it all. I think I wrote a watered down version to spare you the imagery and the true pain. I imagine that you know that I am working through some hard issues with my childhood. A re-telling of my childhood memory to memory. Some good memories and some not so good, but truthful and from the heart. This next post is difficult for me to write because of the nature of the abuse and how long the abuse went on.

I started wetting the bed and I could not stop it or control it. It would be a while before they figured out that I was born with a congenital birth defect in my bladder. While I stayed at my grandma's, when I wet the bed she would clean and wash the mattress and then drag the mattress out side on the front yard to air it out. Everyone saw it and the neighbors did ask questions about that mattress. I didn't know what was wrong, only that I repeatedly wet the bed. Wet the bed then drag the mattress outside repeated everyday of my life. The embarrassment was horrible. It never ceased, in fact it slowly grew to anger and resentment.

Enter the BIG plastic table cloth. I was instructed to place it under the sheets to protect the mattress. I soon came to believe that the mattress was more important that me. Very rarely was I allowed to spend the night out. If I went to spend the night with anyone, out came the plastic table cloth. The look on my friends faces was devastating to me. They had no insight to draw from to understand this. The few times I went to daddy's to spend the night his new wife made such a big ordeal about the bed, the mattress and the plastic table cloth. My step siblings did not understand why I wet the bed. I just stopped going to spend the night with them. It was too painful and humiliating.

Everyone thought I was doing it on purpose even my grandma. Loved ones can say horrible and hurtful words. It rolls off the tongue with great ease and no sympathy. What I gleaned from it was "You are no good", "If you wanted to stop bed wetting you could","You are making my life miserable with how you act." and "Why can't you stop it?" These were just a few of the remarks I heard over and over. It really damaged my opinion of myself and my outlook on life. And then the beatings began.

So now we have moved out of our daddy's home, moved in the first time with my grandparents, moved into an apartment, then back to our grandparents for the second time. Next we moved out of my grandparent's home and into this old creaky house. Moma worked, but she also liked to go out and party and dance. She seem to have little regard for us. She constantly brought new men in and out of our young lives. Little kids just know what their parents are doing and I knew it was wrong. Sure she tried to cover it all up with fun, picnics, and her drama. but I knew what she was doing. I just did not know why she was doing this to me.

The best thing she ever did was to hire this wonderful black woman named Ophelia to watch us and to care for us. She was real jewel and my life was better because of her. I loved her and begged to go home with her to her family. She was the one bright spot in my life. She had a great imagination and would play with us even when she was busy. Once I got stuck in a tree and she bent over and told me to land on her back. She was crippled, yet she put herself last. She made the best macaroni and cheese. Baked until it was a little bit burned on the edges. She was a caretaker, she loved us and we loved her. Why couldn't our mother love us?

On the few occasions she did spend the night with us she stayed on the couch. I would wrap my arms around her. She felt safe. Moma had a sewing mannequin and my sister and I would dress her up and pretend that moma had come home. All the while, Ophelia went along with the joke and pretended that it was moma. She carried on a conversation with her until we burst out laughing. When we moved, she still cared for us. Ophelia brought short term security to me, but mostly love. It odd that total strangers could love us, but not our own mother.

They tried everything to make me stop wetting the bed and when everything failed they would beat me for it. Moma had met a new man, Bill. She met him at Arthur Murray Dance Studio. She was a dance instructor. They were going to be married. When the doctors said I needed surgery it coincided with moma's second marriage to Bill.

The doctor ran all sorts of test that were painful and frightening to me. Then he said I needed surgery. It was the beginning of December when I had my surgery. When they came for me they had to catch me. I hid under the bed refusing to take any medication. They caught me and tied me on this gurney to take me to surgery. Everything was this green color. The walls, the equipment, even the people's scrubs were green. I fought so hard, but then they held me down and placed this big black mask over my face. They said to breath in and it tasted like onions.

The next thing I knew I was back in my hospital room with a huge glass bottle attached to me. It was for the catheter to drain my urine into. No plastic bags in those days, just the giant water bottle which fit underneath my wheel chair. I am not sure which was worse for me, having surgery or finding out that there was no Santa. I was devastated on both accounts. I was in the hospital for a month. My teacher came to see me with a big card made by my class mates encouraging me to get well. I liked that and appreciated it very much.

I had a little Christmas music tree that would spin around playing Christmas songs. The nuns came around with gifts from a fake Santa. All I wanted was to get out of that place and be normal. Every Friday I would go to the urologists office to be dilated. They put this purple liquid into your bladder and when you voided, it turned bright orange. Not cool, but necessary to kill infection. I felt so violated in so many ways. More about that in future post.

By now, this is the sixth place we had moved to in three years. Bill built us a new house and Ophelia came with us to take care of us. I was in the first grade. I lived in fear of wetting the bed. Moma would wake me up in the middle of the night for me to go to the bathroom. I could not go then, only when I relaxed enough could I go. Every morning like a drill sergeant moma would throw back the covers to see if I had soiled the bed. If I had then she would beat me with this big belt. Me...crying and promising to not wet the bed again and her shrill screaming voice scolding me over and over. This still makes me sick to my stomach and shiver in fear. She was a bully.

I thought of a cover up for the situation. When I wet the bed I would get up and put towels on top of the wet sheets, then add another sheet over that to cover up my accident. I never slept because of the fear and the abuse. It went on for years even after they knew I could not help it. I soon learned to hold back the tears from the beatings. If I didn't cry, then she couldn't really hurt me.

As this chapter ends I am in the first grade.
To be continued...

Ripped apart at the heart

My childhood was surreal. I could not handle the emotions, the bad feelings, the loss of control. Maybe if I had been better, or minded, my family would not have fell apart. I know I felt responsible for this tragedy in my life. Why would a young child feel this? I must have been four years old and I remember this thought. "What did I do wrong?" "Why would I feel responsible?"

Things began to change. I felt no security and a huge sense of loss and abandonment. Wait a minute...don't I have a say about this? Evidently no was the answer.

It would not be long before my life was turned upside down because my parents divorced. My sister moved out with us to our grandparents home, but after a while she wanted to go and live with daddy. The judge ask my sister and I where we wanted to live. I stayed with my mother and my sister went to live with our daddy. My whole world changed. The loss of security, my safety, and my family. I was three years old and my sister was six years old. Poof...all gone up like smoke.


Moma found an apartment and a job with in walking distance from the apartment. She worked at a dentist office.I tried to help moma with the dishes and house work. I also did my best to be good and not get into trouble. My sister would come to visit us and I was so excited to see her, but then she always left to go back to daddy's.


Another odd memory I have is that moma dyed my hair blond. My blond hair was turning darker and I have no idea why she bleached it blond. This was the sort of stuff my mother was known for and I never knew what to expect.


I went to a day care center that I did not like. I remember that we all went to the bathrooms together. When we went swimming, we changed into our suits in the hall way in front of our lockers. I did not like that one bit. It felt embarrassing to be told to change in front of the other kids. I had never experienced anything as humiliating as this was. The only thing I did like was art. In the afternoon, we had art and I found my love of painting and color there.


When daddy remarried, he left my sister alone for a week while they went on their honeymoon. My sister called grandmoma and begged her to come and get her. Momma and I went to get her and bring her home with us. I remember it was cold and raining that night. Swoosh, swoosh went the windshield wipers. I sat in the car while moma went up the stairs to get my sister. What happened next upset me so much that I could barely believe my eyes. Moma and daddy got into a fight and the next thing I see is daddy pushing moma down the stairs. I hate the rain to this day because of that memory. It was awful to see daddy do that to moma. We brought my sister home with us that night. In that moment my sister and I both hated our daddy.


Safety, security, hunger, pain, and abandonment were words that became all too familiar. They next chapter in my life began when I wet the bed.





To be continued...

The Queen's Meme #28~ The Never Should Meme

Welcome to the Queen's Tuesday Meme #28

Sometimes silly. Sometimes serious. Always fun!
Step out of the box. Be creative. Use your imagination.
No one's answers are quite like yours.



The Never Should Meme
Brought to you from the sunny beaches of Somewhere whilst on vacation.

I actually believe that if "shoulds" and "nevers" were banned from the English language we'd all be better off. Who needs to live in absolutes? Should evokes unnecessary and unhealthy guilt.
Never is never enough no matter what you should be doing. Not ever! See? But in this fill-in-the-blank exercise you can be as dogmatic and brutal as you dare.
After today's meme, lose the words.
Seriously.
You should.
Oh, never mind.


1. If I never see rain again it will be too soon.

2. Should I meet my Maker tomorrow, I would ask for one more day on earth to spend with my family.

3. Never in my life have I hurt like I did today.

4. I should always allow more time to drive to an appointment.

5. I should've never listened to my mother N law while under the influence of anesthesia.

6. I never sleep in my car but I should always carry a pillow with me just in case.

7. I should spend more money on vacations because it makes me happy. I should spend less money on my clothes because it makes me sad.

8. Secrets should never be shared with strangers.

9. I should tell you that I never really meant to tell the whole world about my childhood, too late now.

10. Never in a million years would I want you to know that I wanted to be an actress, a music teacher, an artist, and a super hero.

P.S. I will writing my answers in the sand with my toes. This could take some time.

I remember my daddy

I remember so many wonderful things about my daddy. He made box kites and we would go and fly them in the fields. He was a very creative person always coming up with a new way to express his talents. He was a postal carrier so he had pretty regular hours. He made hand made puppets and performed shows for us. He was always entertaining us in some fun manner. I really loved him and thought that he could do no wrong.


I liked helping him paint the outside of our home. I know I wasn't any help, but he let me paint right along with him. I didn't quit until he stopped. I think my tenacity really surprised him. We had a large front porch made of concrete and my sister and I would wet it down with the hose and slip and slid across it. It's a wonder we didn't bust our heads open. We had a scuffle board court and moma had a green house with lots of prickly cacti. I got into those as well.

I also remember going to my neighbors home. They were the Ginsbergs and they had dogs and chickens. They were nice people and very interesting. I use to go through their dog door. I made myself at home and they didn't mind. Well, I don't think they did? Daddy had an old Model T that he was fixing up. He let my sister drive it first because she was the oldest, but he also let me drive it too. Of course we sat in his lap. That was a really nice memory.

We had a regular life. Moma taught Sunday School, baked cakes and drank, but she hid the drinking from us. Life seemed good from my perspective, but gradually things changed. Moma and daddy would scream and fight. I can't express how much this upset me. I did not understand why they were fighting, but I felt like it was my fault. Little children should not feel this way, but I did.

As things became worse, I started setting the kitchen garbage on fire at least once a week, or else the woods. I think I was desperate to express myself, but no one would listen. Well, I got their attention with the fires. To this day, I think it is odd that I didn't get in trouble with the law for setting fires. I am very thankful though.

To be continued

The Queen's Meme # 27~ The Olympics Meme(aka Bloglympics)

Monday, March 1, 2010
The Queen's Meme #27 ~ The Olympics Meme (aka Bloglympics)

Sometimes silly. Sometimes serious. Always fun!
Step out of the box. Be creative. Use your imagination.
No one's answers are quite like yours.

Maestra Mimi has a quiz for you today. How much do you think you know about the Olympics? See if you can go for the gold and answer these questions correctly. IF you want to spoof it, by all means, spoof away! The answers are at the bottom of this post. NO CHEATING unless you want to end up in the you-know-where.

1. What year were the very very very first Olympics held? A very long time ago...I don't know the answer... I imagined it was before Christ.

2. The original games were banned for being a pagan festival because the Olympics celebrated the Greek God of Zeus??

A. Mars
B. Venus
C. Zeus
D. Google

3. In 1896 the first modern-day Olympic Summer Games were held. Which country won the most medals that year? Rome,Italy

4. Which country has won the most medals EVER at the Winter Games? USA


5. I predict that Blogging will become the next Olympic event recognized by the International Olympic Committee as a valid sport. How would you train for this event? And if you think it should be a team event, who would you include on your team? It would have to be a team event and I choose you! I suppose we would do memes?

6. What do the five Olympic rings represent?
The continents that participate in the Olympics.

7. No country in the Southern Hemisphere has ever hosted the Winter Games? Why? Well duh? What do you think?

8. What the heck is curling? Why should it be a sport??
I am not so sure what curling is, but if I had to guess I would say it was like scuffle board of else bowling? Makes me no difference if it is an Olympic sport or not.
9. Mark Spitz won 11 medals in the most combined overall medals category. What was his sport? B. Swimming

A. Skiing B. Swimming C. Looking good D. Resigning from public office after a sordid scandal

10. In ancient times females were forbidden to watch the games.
What was the penalty for doing so? I guess they had to wear chastity belts to remain virgins.

11. In 1908 the organizers of the London Olympic Games added another 385 yards in order for the royal family to have a better view of the finish line.
Which sport was it? Has to be horse riding or polo? Maybe something to do with flowers?

12. What event would you like to see added to the Olympics? Why? Tractor pull or else snow mobile racing.

Extra credit and a guarantee you won't end up with no medal or meal in the dungeon this week.
What was your favorite Olympic event or moment to witness this year at the 2010 Olympics?

I liked Bob sledding and the down hill, speed racing or what ever it is called and ice skating.