I have a thing for Gary Sinise. It started when he played Lt. Dan in Forrest Gump. With long hair or short, I just think he's hot.

I think Dave Navarro is too pretty for words. He's a little freaky and possibly insane, but oh well. And there's that feather boa and fishnets thing. Not to mention he's engaged to Carmen Electra.

I don't think James Hetfield is sexy or particularly attractive for that matter. However, there's something sexy about his onstage stance. Have you seen the video for "One"? It's the legs spread, shoulders slanted guitar player thing. Of course, they did have a shot of that from the neck down. Maybe that's what it was.

I play on the internet way too much at work. I always get my work done, but it's usually interspersed with many "mental breaks." I'm pretty sure they can see what sites I go to, so I never go to any inappropriate sites. Like chatting or porn. I have gone to Kellie's site, which is quite inappropriate. I made the mistake of looking at her Disturbing Pictures section at work one day. If I see that she's updated, I'll just wait until I get home from now on. You can never tell with her.

I pay very little attention to my husband's pit bull, Thor. I love animals, don't get me wrong. But I am just not a dog person. They're too needy and stinky and he follows me around staring at me. Give me an aloof, arrogant, finicky cat any day.

I have a vague memory of swinging a cat by the tail as a child of maybe 2 or 3. Dear gods, let's block that one out.

I put out a vibe of not caring what people think. But in reality, I am very worried about what people think. For example, I am afraid to wear a bathing suit in front of my friends for fear that they will see that I am not in as good of shape as they think. How I look in clothes that can hide imperfections is different than how I look in a bathing suit. (Remember, I dress strategically.) Also, I feel like I need to look extra perfect when I visit my family, especially my stepmother. Maybe that's because she is kind of critical and always points out when my hair needs a trim.

I iron all my clothes for the week on Sunday. I write down the forecast from the Weather Channel and plan accordingly. I then put the clothes for the next day in the other bedroom the night before. This is so I don't wake my husband getting dressed, since I usually leave before his alarm goes off.

I also write out a detailed grocery list, including planned lunches and dinners. I am anal retentive queen.

For Valentine's Day, I always request the big box of chocolates with the map inside of what each chocolate's filling is. My Dad always gave me those as a kid, and the map comes in handy. Jeff pointed out that I really didn't need a map since I'd take a bite out of every one, anyway. It's true. There's not many I dislike enough not to eat. It's a wonder I don't weigh 200 lbs.

At Thanksgiving, I always insist on the cranberry sauce "shaped like the can" without the actual cranberries in it. It's a family joke. Of course, my brother Scott always has to have "the green stuff", which is some sort of marshmallow, gelatin, pecan dessert thing. And you have to have "whippy cream" to put on it and the pumpkin pie. We're all a little off.

My feet look a lot like my Dad's feet without nail polish. Oh, except for the slight webbing of one of his toes. Luckily, I don't have that. Nor do I have the thick, yellow, yucky man toenails.

I remember when I was in 4th or 5th grade refusing to recite the pledge of allegance. I'd stand, but I wouldn't put my hand on my heart or speak the words. I don't know why. Maybe it was my way of being a 9 year old nonconformist. As a teen, I remember doing the same thing, but having a problem with the "under god" and "liberty and justice for all" parts. The god part because I was in an atheist/agnostic period, the liberty part because I knew it wasn't true. And now, I'm a pagan. Hmmm.