I haven’t done one of these Google searches for a long time, probably because I enjoy them way more than the person I do them for. Here are the ones I did for Ed (one of my favorites!), Kathy, Martin, Boise (apologies to my Boise peeps, but it is pretty chuckle-worthy), Sherilee, and my long-suffering husband, Victor. Today it’s my dear friend Sunshine’s turn, lucky girl!

Sunshine wants…

KING KONG!
a rainbow
to fly like Superman
nothing more than to ignore the whole paranormal world and just return to her life as a baker
you!
to take hold of you and leave some sort of impression
to watch
to play the field
to appear on Big Brother to show that brains and beauty do mix
to race in shorts and a pair of flip flops
to argue the point
to be taken seriously
her to bring it on
to avoid the Fang of the Eternal Hunt

Sunshine loves…

all types of music
to cuddle
to play in my ficus
sticking the letters on the wall of the tub
me
the internet, reading, tomato sandwiches, and her nieces and nephew
to play rough
the pink ditsy floral outfit
this hat!
crawling around on all fours
dogs and kids and would make a wonderful addition to any family or adult

Sunshine said…

“I hate all of you.”
“Well, then that’s bang bang boogie!”
she’ll announce her pregnancy when she’s one hundred percent sure of it
“Eat fiber. That might help.”
“See the way his aura changes. It’s absolutely living.”
“The bondage, leather and fetish theme was good for the night.”
“OK, keep floating in the ocean.”
she was annoyed
“I’m a flip flop girl.”
“You like fruit?”
“How’s it going, good lookin’?”
“It’s a first offense.”

Sunshine was…

not considered
born in 1916
so damn awesome
hilarious
the prettiest
beautiful but disturbingly stupid
instantly famous as “the chick who KO’d the guy!”
a no show
in a blue outfit, part of which exposes her shoulders
irresponsible enough to drink that much
a hot topic of conversation in churches and the news media in South Korea
asked to move
something to absolutely marvel at
doubled over with laughter
taken away kicking and screaming
workin’ ‘em on the dance floor
able to snag up at least four Academy Award nominations
sent from above
pretty as Puerto Ricans
a 4-year-old when we bought her
a first class cookie-eating machine
definitely not gay

Sunshine can’t…

buy me love
sleep
seem to stay in one place for long
believe I let you leave
grow Christmas trees
fail
use voodoo
find my door
get enough of your love
be stopped
wait ‘til you move out to California
be all bad
get her stethoscope out
be moaned at
rhyme
rent videos there anymore
wait to try the wormballs

facts of jen's life

So, who do you think you are? I think I’m Jen. People who don’t know me sometimes call me Jenny. That’s weird.

Tell me about yourself. I was born a small black child, and am now a grown-up, or at least my kids think I am. I’m in my mid-40s and live in the ‘burbs of Portland, Oregon. My husband is Victor, and my kids are Katie and Jack. Read this if you want the real and very long scoop.

Tell me things people might not know about you. I am an ordained minister and can perform marriages. Why no one has asked me to do this for them yet, I do not know. ● At the request of my Disney-hating friend Ed, I got mouse ears embroidered with the name “Satan” and I didn’t even get kicked out of Disneyland. It’s quite possibly the ballsiest thing I’ve ever done. ● I “helped” write this book, published in 2012: You Take it From Here, by Pamela Ribon. My name is in the back, and I’m still geeking out about it. ● I recorded a song in a studio in 1994 and it got local radio play for a few months. At least two times I turned on the radio in the car and my song was playing at that moment—very cool. ● I nearly died from a zit in 1986. I am not making this up. ● Victor and I once appeared on The Tonight Show. Really. If you can find a VCR, I’ll show you the tape.

I read some of your posts and I think you might be an alcoholic. I drink way less than I write about drinking. If I ever STOP talking about booze, then it’ll be time for an intervention.

What do you love? Books. Coffee. Fonts. Broadway musicals. San Francisco. Bacon. Rum. Law & Order. Naps. Butter. Home. Crack cocaine. iDevices. Words. Disney vacations. You.

If you could punch anything or anyone in the face, what/who would it be? Cancer. I was diagnosed with lymphoma in November 2009. I kicked its big fat ugly ass and am in remission now. ● Comic Sans. ● People who won’t take responsibility for their problems—the “I didn’t do anything to deserve this!” attitude. Look in the mirror. That’s who to blame. ● Celebrities who are famous for no reason. Y’know, if we stop looking, they’ll go away... ● Bad grammar and spelling and the dummies who use it.

You seem bitter. Did someone piss in your Cheerios? I’m not bitter. I think unicorns-and-rainbows stuff isn’t very interesting to read, so I tend not to write that way. But also, now you’re being kind of a jackhole.

It seems like no one ever comments on your blog posts. Why is that? Most people comment on the Facebook links. I don’t know why.

What if I want to tell you something? Two ways to reach me: leave a comment on a post, or e-mail me at jenniferTAKETHISPARTOUTmanullang at gmail-dot-com.

1 comment:

SunshineJune 25, 2010 at 9:03:00 AM PDT
It is CrAzY how damn accurate that is!!! Google scares me. They know my stuff.

p.s. thanks for thinking of me. you make me feel all warm and fuzzy.

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Thanks! –Jen

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