If you could get all the nutrition you needed in a day with a
pill — no worrying about what to eat, no food preparation
— would you do it?
Who is cooking? If I’m cooking, then I will take the pill. Will it hurt if I still eat chocolate? Who cares? I’m going to still eat chocolate.
When I go out to eat, I won’t take the pill. I would miss Chinese food, BBQ and ice cream. So I’ll have to work it out so I can still enjoy food sometimes.
It will cut down on doing dishes. Fabulous!!
What’s your dream tourist destination — either a place
you’ve been and loved, or a place you’d love to visit? What
about it speaks to you?
There are so many places that I would love to visit. Italy and Sicily are at the top of the list. (France is a close second.)
The list of things to see goes on for days. The Colosseum is reason enough to make the trip.
Part of the reason that I want to visit Sicily is to see where my grandfather was from. So for me the trip is all about history and art. Maybe a little bit about the food. And wine. Definitely food and wine.
Pinpoint a moment in your past where you had to make a
big decision. Write about that other alternate life that could
So about 14 years ago, my high school boyfriend calls me and says “Let’s hang out.” I was hesitant but I said okay.
A few months later, we moved in together. Wait . . . it gets better. My ex-boyfriend called me a day or two after I moved from Columbus to northwest Ohio. He said, “Come back. I’ll come help you move. Come live with me.”
In hindsight, I should have accepted the ex-boyfriends offer. We could have had a really great life together – traveling and reading comic books. Maybe some kids. Maybe not.
On the other hand, I really dig my current boyfriend. If I hadn’t made such rash decisions 14 years ago, I may not have known him or had the same kids that I have now.
P.S. The ex-boyfriend has a blog on WordPress. Isn’t that funny? I’m pretty sure he doesn’t know I have a blog.
Safe inside, toasty warm, while water pitter-patters on the
roof…describe your perfect, rainy afternoon.
It is so much fun when my kids play Just Dance. Sometimes I dance along and look ridiculous. It’s always fun. I think my oldest daughter took a video of me dancing and I didn’t know. Hopefully, it has been erased by now.
The afternoon would include some Chinese takeout and ice cream.
In the evening, we could watch all seasons of “Once Upon a Time.” It’s the one show that we all love. There will also be popcorn. My mom has the best popcorn maker. It’s old school with a handle for turning. It has cut down on burnt popcorn by a huge percentage.
After the kids fall asleep, it would be awesome if I could get halfway through “The Dance of Dragons.” I would be pleased to have a day like this.
As a kid, were you happy or anxious about going back to school? Now that you’re older, how has your attitude toward the end of the summer evolved?
When I was a kid, I was always sad to see summer end. The night before the first day of school was spent picking out clothes and worrying. I worried that I was picking out the wrong clothes. I also worried that I would miss the school bus. It was hard to fall asleep.
Now, I’m still sad to see summer end. I’m still worried that my kid will miss the school bus. She has pretty good taste in clothes so I don’t worry about clothes as much. It is still hard to fall asleep on the night before the first day of school.
Why does summer have to end so soon?
P.S. I think I’m anxious about the school bus because my mom flipped the car over, while taking me to school. So since then I’ve tried so hard not to miss the bus. It might be bordering on being a phobia. I still dream about missing the bus.
Victor Hugo said: “Intelligence is the wife, imagination is the mistress, memory is the servant.” Do you feel that your memories work for you, or do you feel beholden to your memories?
Memories get the best of me sometimes. It happens when you are human. I’m still learning to get the memories to work for me.
I get stuck on an unpleasant memory once in awhile. There are some memories like being homeless and seeing wet cardboard boxes on the street. Wet cardboard boxes are etched in my memory for life, probably because someone had slept there. I might be sleeping there soon. I was not exempt from the wet cardboard box.
Since then I’ve tried to use the memory as a motivator to not sleep anywhere near a cardboard box. The memory has also been a motivator to do something about homelessness. Anything is better than nothing.
What’s the best (or rather, worst) backhanded compliment you’ve ever received? If you can’t think of any — when’s the last time someone paid you a compliment you didn’t actually deserve?
I gained a lot of weight after having Little Sister #2. So I had about thirty extra pounds that I could not get rid of.
One day, a lady that I had known for several months said, “Oh honey, you’d be so much prettier if you lost weight.” So basically she was telling me I’d be pretty or prettier if I wasn’t fat.
Is there a painting or sculpture you’re drawn to? What does
it say to you? Describe the experience. (Or, if art doesn’t
speak to you, tell us why.)
One of my favorite paintings is “The Lady of Shalott.” I think it captures how sad she is that she cannot live in the real world or have the love of Sir Lancelot. She doesn’t give up but she knows that he can never be hers. Oh unrequited love. . . sigh.