All right, friends. It’s time for me to answer more of your burning questions. I have some time between design jobs and ice cream and idol, so I thought I would spend my time right here at my cozy blog.
I am going to start out by answering some questions that people have asked in e-mails or in other posts.
I’m going to start with a question asked just today by Carrie. Hi Carrie!
She asks: Can I ask you something…why do you have two blogs? Not that I think there is anything wrong with that, I’m just wondering. Actually I’m jealous, very jealous. I don’t have the ability to keep on blog going. Well, Carrie. Would you believe I used to have THREE blogs? I had to give one up because it was bad for my health. And it’s not even that I have two blogs, although technically I do, the second blog I moonlight on Wednesday’s. and only Wednesday’s. I am technically a freelance writer for our regional newspaper’s parenting site. So, I get paid for it. I have to find some way to pay for my graphic tee collection.
By the way, my kids are being so rowdy right now, if you can hear them, and I am certain you can, I apologize.
The next question was an e-mail questions sent by Lorianne:
I have been following your site for a short time. My heart goes out to you for your loss. I just have to ask "what are your kids real names?" If it is for privacy that you don’t use them, I understand. I’m just curious, that’s all. Lorianne, thank you so much for your question. I’ve been receiving a lot of questions about my chicken’s name and well, I call them Ariel and Racecar for privacy reasons. It’s a struggle for me because I do love their names and I really do want to use them, but I just feel like I should give them a choice and right now they’re just too young to understand. but if you are really curious, you can go waaaay back in my archives to see. I used to call them by their first names and I am WAY too lazy to go back and change them.
But don’t tell anyone. It’s a secret, damnit.
This crazy question comes from my real life, crazy friend, Tracey, she got a little irate in this question. Tracey wants to know:
My favorite food
is nachos. Which brings me to my question. Is it too late to ask a question?
When you say nachos, do you mean Doritos? Or nachos as in tortilla chips with
melted cheese and maybe meat or beans and salsa and sour cream and all of that?
Because I have heard that it is a midwestern thing to refer to Doritos as
nachos, which would just be silly, because everyone knows that Doritos are
Doritos and nachos are a mexican dish made with tortilla chips. But you
midwestern people are crazy with your pop instead of soda and all of that.
I told you she was irate. Okay, when I say nachos, I do not mean doritos. In fact, I don’t know anyone who refers to nachos as doritos and I know a lot of midwestern people. But then again, maybe when they say "they’re going out to get some nachos with Nellie Sue after the tractor pull", maybe they mean doritos. What the hell do I know?
But we totally drink pop. Word. And we tend to use meaningless words after saying something we believe in. Yo’.
See. I told you.
Okay, now I can move onto some of the questions people asked me in that post way back in 1923. (Could I have stretched this out any farther. Um, yes. I think I’ll have another installment after this one. SORRY!)
This jewel of a question was asked by my friend, Sharon. Sharon and I have never met, but I truly love her. She means so much to me. Now if I ever found out Sharon was really a large, bearded trucker who liked to hop on-line from the big rig at a truck stop every night and chat with mommy bloggers, well, honestly, I’d love him, too. I kinda like beards. That’s how much I love Sharon.
Sharon asks: How did your parents meet? And I mean all the details! After all, if it
were not for this meeting, you wouldn’t be here to ask us to ask you
questions!
Good question, Sharon. But isn’t this supposed to be amount ME? Just kidding. I asked my Mom to write up a little something about her blooming romance with my Dad and this is what she wrote:
On
a mild Spring evening in early April my sister and I stopped for cigarettes
(they weren’t so bad then) at the Clark Gas Station. Also buying
cigarettes (after all they were 3 packs for a dollar there) were our
future husbands. My sister and my future husband’s best friend had gone
out previously and since they wanted another date and Beth’s dad and I were
there also, it all fell together. What fun we had! My sister and I regaled
the guys with stories of the "haunted" house we grew up in and it was
so much fun. While I was feeling all sparkly and witty
and entertaining, it happened. I can’t believe it to this day.
I said, "Was that sarcasity?". And he said, "There’s no
such word as sarcasity." (Of course I meant sarcasm but I said SARCASITY!!!!
Now I can laugh about it and I do; but for a long time I blushed with
embarrassment and humiliation when I thought about it. Now, after 41
years (40 of them married), I know that you don’t have to be perfect for
everything to turn out perfectly.
Isn’t that cute? I think so, too. The funny thing about this story is that I think of my Mom as the vocab queen. Just recently she said something like "it warms the cockles of my heart." and well, I didn’t even know a heart had cockles. Did you?
Kellyn wants to know:
What movie can you watch over and over again? What is your favortie quirk your kids have? If you could be anywhere in the world, with the family, where would you go? Let’s see. I have watched Good Will Hunting and City of Angels 7000 times each, so I guess that’s the answer. As far as quirks are concerned, I love that after my son kisses me, he has to put his cheek against mine and let out a little mmmm. I love it. A lot. And Ariel, she says to me about 40 times a day "Mommy, I love you. I mean a lot. Like twenty thousand forty." Everyday. Forty times a day.
And if I could vacation anywhere with my kids it would be to anywhere warm with a pool. No beach because Racecar hates sand. The whole time we are there, he cries, because the sand apparently hurts. or something. It’s awesome.
And the final question of the night is from D, D wants to know:
What is your favorite color m&m? Um…red. blue. green. yellow. light brown and dark brown. I do not discriminate.
Do you like coke or pepsi? If I had to choose, I would choose coke, but at restaurants I always order water with lemon. POP isn’t my thing.
I’ll be back again soon to FINALLY wrap up this question answering business.
Do you say soda or do you say pop? Pop. right?
Dang girl, are you going to answer
ALL of these questions? Yes.
Hmm…since we know each other from high school, what were some of
your most memorable moments from your time with the last graduating
class of ___HS ’95?? Amy, to me, high school feels like 170 years ago. But it was only 13 years ago, which is still A REALLY LONG TIME WHICH MEANS WE ARE OLD. But, I did enjoy my friends in high school, I loved being the editor of the school newspaper and I loved our spanish teacher. I loved it when he called me an idiota. No, really. It was endearing.
A question from Kiki from Seagulls in the Parking Lots:
Good Wii game recommendations? (4 and 2 year old boys)
Yes, Mater National racing game. It’s awesome, Racecar totally gets it and loves it. (he’s four) Do not buy the Disney Princess game because it sucks, not that you would for your two boys, I just wanted to tell you that that game sucks because it sucks.
A question from Steph at Adventures in Babywearing, she asked
What’s the last book you read? What’s next on your list? Then the next day she said "Oh I feel like my original question was so boring now. I’ll have to come up with a better one." And she’s right, her first question was a little boring, only because I can’t remember the last book I read, I think it was My Sister’s Keeper. then she asked:
How about this: Tanning? In the sun? Self-tanning lotion? Spray tan? Tanning bed? Just go white? I typically go white. Tanning in a tanning bed bothers me because you know, The Skin Cancer n’ all, self tanning lotions are no good because I always end up looking like a tiger with all of the orange stripes, spray tans freak me out and becoming tan from the sun takes me 40 times longer than a normal person. So, white it is. Very white. Bright white.
I will blind you.
Elaine asks a fun question, she writes:
What would you do if you won the lottery (and I mean the BIG ONE!)?
Oh Elaine, first, I would go buy any handbag I wanted, then I would buy 100 pairs of shoes, then I would get a tummy tuck (sorry, I would) and then I would take my kids on a two week long vacation on the beach and then I would buy 1000 acres of land in North Carolina and build homes for my entire family on the land, but we would be far enough away from each other that we would not get on each other’s nerves. Big plans. Oh and I would buy this camera and sleep with it every night.
I really need to start playing the lottery.
And from Lisa:
Are you going to come and visit Christy in Texas? Man, that would be fun, wouldn’t it? I dream of eating chips and salsa and drinking margaritas with y’all. (see, I even talk like a Texan.) And Christy has been teaching me so much photoshop over these last fews day, I need to buy her a gallon of margaritas. So, the answer is, Yes, I am certain that someday, I will visit Christy in Texas, I’m assuming you would be at Christy’s when I am there, right?
What is your favorite restuarant to eat at? I love to eat at Red Robin with the kids, I love eating at Longhorn or anywhere with $2 draft beer and some of the local places around here.
When you want to feel "girly", what do you do? Put on a bra. Just kidding. (or not) Pedicures, manicures, eyebrow waxing. The works. I love shopping for handbags, but I rarely buy them – according to me. According to Brian, I buy them all of the time. I honestly never really feel REALLY girly.
Frances asks:
You said that it would be fun to be a photographer. Have you ever taken any classes to learn all the "proper" techniques? You know, Frances, I have not. But I need to. I have a fear of my little hobby going from fun to work. But I need to take that step and see. Brian and I just found a course the other day. Good question.
from Becky:
What’s your favorite part of the day and why? I love the time of night when the kids go to bed. It’s no offense to my children, it’s just that I love sitting in the peace and quiet after a long day of time outs and wiping butts.
That’s all for now. But before you go, answer me this: Do you have children? If so, how many? What’s your favorite food (ONLY ONE THING) and do these questions and answers bore you or enlighten you?
And to the person reading this who has never commented, I DO want to hear from you, your comment DOES matter, so de-lurk already, okay? I promise, commenting IS FUN.
Thanks. Real much.