 |
| (I TOTALLY stole this from Teri) |
1. Where were you born? St. Luke's Hospital, Kansas City, MO
2. Were you named after someone? Actually, yes, after a former 1st grade student of my mom's, whose middle name was Dyanne. My mom had thought the spelling was DARLING and ORIGINAL. I have always hated it.
3. How many children do you have? A 17 year old son and a 14 year old daughter. She likes to be mentioned in my blog (in fact, requests that I devote entire posts to her); he does not particularly care for it.
4. How many pets do you have? Two cats, Pete and Fletcher. Both blue. Fletcher just wants to lie in your lap and get belly rubs and have a full bowl of kitty kibbles. Pete is 24 pounds of trouble.
5. Your worst injury? I have had countless very minor injuries, because I do stupid stuff, but the worst one would probably be when I broke my nose at a water slide when I was in college. I hit it so hard on someone else's back that it gave me a concussion.
6. Do you have a special talent? Besides being able to pick up objects with my toes? Because that's a pretty useful talent. Oh, I have terrific handwriting. Especially my printing.
7. Favorite thing to bake? I like to bake cookies, because I like to eat dough.
8. Favorite Fast Food? I'm a sucker for a regular ol' McDonald's hamburger.
9. Would you bungee jump? Only if you threw me off the bridge.
10. What is the first thing you notice about people? Their teeth (is that weird?). And when they start talking? Their grammar.
11. When was the last time you cried? Two weeks ago, at my friend Larry's memorial service.
12. Any current worries? I was diagnosed with breast cancer less than a year ago - what do YOU think?
13. Name 3 drinks you drink regularly. Diet Coke, Diet Coke and sweet tea
14. What’s your favorite book? Well, it sure as hell isn't that stupid "50 Shades Of Grey" trilogy. I love to read, but I'll choose "Onions In The Stew" by Betty MacDonald as my favorite. At least, today. Ask me tomorrow, and I might come up with something else.
15. Would you like to be a pirate? I'm scared of the water, sooooo, no.
16. Favorite Smells? itty, bitty babies, new Barbie dolls, diesel exhaust fumes.
17. Why do you blog? It started as a way to record everything about my diagnosis with breast cancer, so I could organize my jumbled thoughts and record the details so I would never forget them. I've also always hoped that someone, somewhere, facing the same diagnosis would stumble upon it and be helped in some way. Now I probably do it more just because it amuses me.
18. What song do you want played at your funeral? "Till I'm Too Old To Die Young" by Kevin Welch.
19. What is your least favorite thing about yourself? You might think I'd say something about having breast cancer, but, shallow person that I am, my honest answer is my big feet. Nothing I've been through with the cancer is harder than finding cute shoes in a size 11....
20. Favorite hobby? Startling the cat and making him jump straight up in the air like an armadillo.
21. Name something you’ve done, you never thought you would do? Once, I had to pull curling ribbon out of the cat's butt.
22. What do you look for in a friend? A sense of humor and a positive outlook on life.
23. Favorite Fun things to do? I like to travel with my family (I'm an awesome tour director. Maybe I should have put that down as one of my talents?). I love to write. I enjoy going out with my girlfriends and laughing until we cry. I love teaching preschoolers.
24. Pet peeves? Spelling mistakes on menus, signs, etc. GAHHHHHH! Drives me CRAZY.
25. What’s the last thing that made you laugh? That would have to be when I checked in at the desk at my gynecologist's office today for my appointment, only to be told I was a month too early. After I made the Walk of Shame out of there, I laughed all the way to the car.
Okey dokey, now it's MY turn to tag someone. Eeny, meeny, miney, mo....
A Fly On Our (Chicken Coop) Wall
My Half Assed Life
Dysfunction Junction
Since You Asked....
Tell us who you are! I double-dog dare you....
Okey dokey, now it's MY turn to tag someone. Eeny, meeny, miney, mo....
A Fly On Our (Chicken Coop) Wall
My Half Assed Life
Dysfunction Junction
Since You Asked....
Tell us who you are! I double-dog dare you....
You could not have timed this better. Someone else tagged me, so the questions are answered and posted last night. I'll add you to it. Thanks for the mention.
ReplyDeleteI can't stand it when signs/menus/advertising have misspelled words. When I taught 5th grade, I had the idea to have the kids bring in photos of bad signs for extra credit and have a scrapbook of sorts. But then I got pregnant and stopped teaching 5th grade.
A curling ribbon out of a cat's butt? How could you not predict having to do that? :)
Heading over to read yours now.
DeleteI like the idea of a gallery of misspelled words. I've started it with the one I took of the sign at the craft fair that I included in my post. I am also well-known for taking stealth pictures of butt cracks (another talent I forgot I had).
Let me tell you, it only takes one time of pulling curling ribbon out of a cat's butt for you to learn not to bring curling ribbon into the house ever, ever again.
Holy cow I am SO glad I tagged you!! I am in love with every one of your answers. Let's start with #4: You have a 24 lb cat??? Do small children regularly go missing from your neighborhood??? Geez. #10 I'm totally with you. When I hear someone use improper grammar, my entire opinion of them changes in a heartbeat. I'm Judgey McJudger, so sue me. #12: I only recently started reading your blog so I did not know you were diagnosed with that shit. And related to #12 is #17 for which I applaud and commend you for looking to help others. Back to #16: New Barbies? Really? WTF? #19: I totally feel you on this, as both my kids have ginormous Yeti feet. I actually call my 13 year old Sasquatch because her feet are a woman's size 12. Nordstrom Rack is the ONLY place I've been able to find her somewhat cute shoes and their pickings were slim. I loved reading about your favorite hobby and would LOVE to see that on video. And I've had to pull tinsel out of my cat's butt before so I get you on that. So in summation, I effing love you. That is all.
ReplyDeleteThank you from the bottom of my heart, Teri! Just to ease your mind, the cat does not go outside. He also doesn't eat table food. He is pure Science Diet and not what they would want as a poster child, er, cat. He is bigger than our Thanksgiving turkey was.
DeleteSome time when you have a chance, I'd be honored if you read my old posts that dealt more with the breast cancer.
Don't tell your 13 year old daughter that her feet will grow when she is pregnant. Like a size to a size and a half. Or tell her. Maybe it will act as birth control for her when she's older. Wish we had a Nordstrom Rack near, but, alas, we live in a retail void.
I have to ask, when you pulled the tinsel out of your cat's butt, were cat turds strung along it like wienies from a delicatessen?
I effing love you right back! Thanks again for tagging me! It was great fun!
Gotta love a good "expirement." Meanwhile, get psyched for "Tingo Tuesday!" You are going to be so very happy! :)
ReplyDeleteOh, boy!
Delete