Meredith FAQs

• Posted by Meredith Newton September 12, 2007 Filed in Society Girl's Personal Blogs 935 views
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  Lately I have been speaking to some of you newer members on the phone, communicating through e-mail, etc., and many of you have asked questions that I seem to have to address from time to time.  No, this is not selfish self-promotion, but questions I encounter on a regular basis.  Here we go again.

  Why am I the Psycho Ninja?

  This is the result of two different parts of my life:

  1. Psycho - I am a total klutz.  I am the biggest threat to myself.  I cannot perform any sort of physical labor without inflicting bodily harm upon myself.  Just the other day, while chatting with Lilienne, I managed to burn the heck out of my pinky while broiling steaks at the same time.  I have listed many of my self-inflicted wounds before, so I will refrain from those now.  It is truly amazing the ways I have managed to hurt myself.  I am so surprised I have not yet suffered any injuries at work, especially inside the U-505 or coal mine.
  2. Ninja - This comes from a TW group known as the MSS - Meredith's Secret Service.  Kendra Katana Yunalesca has this LBD (little black dress) that I have been threatening to steal for years, ninja-style.  Many of the TW girls here are part of this conspiracy.  Although Kendra has moved on to other interests, as have many of the MSS members, the dream of stealing this hot little dress still remains.

  Why is my car called the Dirty Bird?

  This is because of Lexi.  Well, it is not quite her fault, but it is due to our relationship.  I bought my car almost a year ago, a 1990 Oldsmobile with a lot of mileage on it.  I was still working for the boats at the time.  One Saturday morning last October I woke up in a bad mood, and when I checked my e-mail there was a message there from Lexi.  Let's just say it was a VERY interesting message!  It reversed my mood, in more than one way.

  While on the docks I thought I would repay the favor, so to speak.  So, I called her house and left a VERY interesting message on her answering machine, completely forgetting she would be the only one to hear it.  Whoops.

  On the way home from work there was a voice message from Brandi Rose, Lexi's roomie and best friend, as well as the one who introduced us.  Apparently B and Helen, who happens to be a heavy set, and very devout Baptist woman, entered the house and saw the message light blinking.  B gave Helen permission to hit the button to hear the message, and there I was in all my glory telling Lexi a variety of, shall we say, interesting thoughts that, if performed, might be illegal in some places.  I damn near caused Helen to have heart failure.  "Y'all being a couple of dirty birds," B said.  The name stuck.

  Okay, back to the fun.