Doughnut vs. Donut

First, let me say that I really miss Mister Donut. I used to have doughnuts with my grandparents all the time, and on my birthday we would get a box from Mister Donut--chocolate cake doughnuts with coconut--YUM. (And yes, you read correctly--chocolate cake doughnuts. I do not like chocolate, but I really loved this particular chocolate cake doughnut.)

Moving on. Kind of. I prefer donut to doughnut. I think it looks better. I like it's simplicity. My fingers would also prefer to type it. But, as an English major I must insist on doughnut.

So, the reason this is my chosen topic of the day is simply that one of my coworkers proclaimed, and others immediately agreed, that I am not a doughnut person. Some well-meaning-but-healthy-eating-plan-screwer-upper brought in doughnuts today. As I walked over to survey my options and try to decide whether or not any of them looked appealing enough, Mr. Coworker said, "KM! You're going to eat a doughnut? You're not a doughnut person." In shock, I asked, "Then what kind of person am I?" No answer. So I posed the question to Google and it brought me to a quiz.

What Donut Are You?

You Are a Glazed Donut

Okay, you know that you're plain - and you're cool with that. You prefer not to let anything distract from your sweetness. Your appeal is understated yet universal. Everyone digs you. And in a pinch, you'll probably get eaten.

Oh no! I put a blogthing in my blog! I've become that blogger. Way to get off on the wrong foot. Oh well. The topic really called for it. Really. Oh well, I hope you come back anyway!

By the way, I did end up eating a doughnut. It was a plain cake doughnut. And it was delicious. Now I'm off to ponder what kind of pastry person I am.

Who I'm Not

I'm not single or tall.
I'm not a man or a parent or even a godparent.
I'm not a cat lover or chocolate lover.
I don't like Caribou Coffee or Red Lobster.
I'm not a vegetarian.
I'm not funny, but I try to be.
I’ve never lived by myself.
I'm not self-employed, unemployed or a homemaker.
I don't wear navy, orange or brown, or a lot of green or yellow.
I don't bite my nails or get manicures.
I don't like socks.
I don't mind being considered 'the girl next door.'
I'm not a republican, singer, 'cake-eater' or bus rider.
I’m not big-breasted or flat-chested.
I don't own a SUV.
I'm not sad, flakey or tight-lipped.
I’m neither rich nor poor.
I don’t watch the local news.
I don’t really watch the news at all.
I still don’t like Macy’s. (RIP Marshall Field's.)
I don’t use my home phone.
I don’t have blue eyes or wear contacts.
I’ve never been to Mexico, cheated on a partner or watched Dawson’s Creek.
I don’t carry cash or wear a watch.
I don’t work out as much as I’d like to.
I don’t initiate conversation very often or very well.

So who am I? Ask me a question.
I don’t hide much.

Attempt Number Two

This is a fresh start with only a few lingering thoughts from my first blog. No, you can't see the old one. It's a FRESH start. OK, now that that's out of the way.

I'm here because I usually have a lot to say about nothing. But really, everything I have to say is fascinating. Sometimes I'm funny, and I'll usually tell you when that is.

Oh, and I'm actually going to tell people about this blog. Maybe that will inspire me to keep up with the entries. Stick around and find out!