Courtesy of sitcomgirl, wherein you tell me all about you:
1. Can you cook? Yep, and I have the scarred hands to prove it.
2. What was your dream growing up? I really, really wanted to learn how to fly. $36 bucks at the Shell station this morning to fill up the Packback says I still wish I could.
3. What talent do you wish you had? Nice handwriting. Years of email and Microsoft Office have rendering my writing to just a notch or two above 'completely awful.'
4. Favorite place? Anywhere my family is, usually around a big meal.
5. Favorite vegetable? Onions, tomatoes, red cabbage, broccoli, arugula, potatoes...I like most veggies, except asparagus and peppers.
6. What was the last book you read? The Tummy Trilogy by Calvin Trillin.
7. What zodiac sign are you? Capricorn.
8. Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Pierced ears. No tattoos, but I have a scar on my right pinkie shaped like New Jersey. That counts, right?
9. Worst Habit? Worrying. I can obsess and make myself insane with anxiety like no other. No wonder I take the little purple pill. I also drive too fast but I consider that a well-honed skill, Officer.
10. Do we know each other outside of our blogs? 9 years now.
11. What is your favorite sport? Probably baseball, but only because J told me to say that.
12. Do you have a negative or optimistic attitude? Depends on what day and what time it is.
13. What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me? Discuss we were going to eat the second we got out.
14. Worst thing to ever happen to you? I've been fortunate to haven't had any significant tragedies in my life so far. Getting laid off and being unemployed has been the worst thus far and it sucked pretty badly.
15. Tell me one weird fact about you. My pH levels are out of whack; eventually, I bleach most of my shirts and towels just by wearing and using them. I even managed to fade my white gold wedding ring back to yellow - it's only two years old.
16. Do you have any pets? No, we don't welcome anything with more than 2 legs in this house.
17. Do you know how to do the Macarena? I did go to prom after all...
18. What time is it where you are now? 5:30pm, PST
19. Do you think clowns are cute or scary? Scary and weird.
20. If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be? I'd be as tall and thin in real life as I am inside my head.
21. Would you be my partner in crime or my conscience? A little from column A, a little from column B. I'd never let you hurt yourself or get in big bad trouble. I will, however, help you steal the cool silverware and nice hotel bathrobes.
22. What color eyes do you have? Blue.
23. Ever been arrested? Nope.
24. Bottle or draft? As long as it's vodka, it can come from a can for all I care. Mix it with grapefruit juice and call it a day.
25. If you won $10,000 dollars today, what would you do with it? Give Amex and the government their cut, and then go on vacation for awhile.
26. What kind of bubble gum do you prefer to chew? Nothing really, it hurts my jaw.
27. What's your favorite bar to hang at? My couch with a cocktail or 10. I'm just that cool.
28. Do you believe in ghosts? No.
29. Favorite thing to do in your spare time? Nap, go to the pool, hang out with friends.
30. Do you swear a lot? ::insert obvious answer here:: (yes)
31. Biggest pet peeve? People who clip their names in public, people that walk too slowly in front of me, people that drive too slowly in front of me, people that...hmm, a theme.
32. In one word, how would you describe yourself? Flexible
33. In one word, how would you describe me? Superfantastico
34. Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you? Just did. :)
Saturday, July 14, 2007
Monday, July 02, 2007
As of late...
1. Went back to New Jersey for a few days to throw Peckle a surpriiiiiiiiiise bridal shower. I worked like a psycho leading up to the redeye to Newark, resulting in the first (and last, I'm sure) almost-pleasant overnight flight I've ever taken. Fell asleep just after takeoff, woke up when we touched down in Atlanta, where I changed planes and promptly conked out until arriving in Newark.
2. Spend some time in New York City. It was a tossup on whether I wanted to walk the 12 blocks from Penn to my meeting or take the train for old time's sake. Luckily, I was wearing some good Reefs, so I walked, along with 8 million other people, ten thousand cabs, a bunch of hot dog carts, a lot of mystery spots, and I loved/missed every second of it. Summer here in suburbia is great, if for no other reason than the pool is less than a thousand feet away, but hot town, summer in the city? Awesome, every urine-scented inch of it.
3. In the same vein, I got to spend several days living it up in New Jersey, The Greatest State In The Union And Don't You Forget It, Sucka. Even better, lots of quality time with Dr. Lu and dbg, which always = good times, especially when Jello shots are involved. Which also leads to...
4. I made Jello shots for the first time in my 28 years. And even bigger testiment to just how big a dork I am, I brought the box o' Jello to the liquor store to ensure the correct amount of booze was purchased. And by correct amount, I mean the right number of little bottles of the hard stuff to go along with the two jugs of sangria required for the weekend. And we ran out. And had to get more. From my GRAMMA. Because that's how we roll.
5. The morning of my return to the Wrong Coast, Dr. Lu and I purchased approximately ten thousand (or so) bagels to stash in my luggage for those long cold nights. Yes, I checked a bag containing nothing by bagels. And I'd do it again.
6. While slicing and packing said bag, I sliced my left middle finger open. Instead of spending the afternoon knocking back some Dunkin' Donuts, Dr. Lu sped me to the emergency room, where I waited on line behind a kid with a sore throat and a woman with a sprained ankle, lifeblood literally, figuratively, and actually draining out of me. The nurse was not impressed, by either my bleeding or my need to get on a plane in 3 hours.
7. It took my finger over four hours to clot, and that was with me, three nurses and two doctors standing on top of it, willing my insidey parts to go back from whence they came. Apparently I have a knack for hitting blood vessels with pointy things. Go hard or go home, I always say. I was still bleeding when I was discharged at 5:30, just in time to make it home for dinner AND to wave goodbye to my flight that left at 5:18. On the upside, it got me out of setting the table.
8. For the first time ever, Delta Airlines actually made up for their eXXXtreme degree of suckitude last February and sent me back to California for free. Sure, I had to take an extra flight, EWR-DCA-ATL-ONT, and spend almost 4 hours in the Atlanta airport, but I've had worse flights and didn't even get stuck in the 7th circle of hell, aka A Middle Seat. I even got home early enough to lay on the couch for awhile and spend some time with my old friend, Tivo, as it should be.
9. Did I mention it's 100 degrees here now, all day, every day? I need to get one of those oh so hip sun shades for the Mazda Jansport because hot sun + black leather interior = burnt hands. Ouch.
10. I made cupcakes tonight. Nothing says July like turning on the oven.
2. Spend some time in New York City. It was a tossup on whether I wanted to walk the 12 blocks from Penn to my meeting or take the train for old time's sake. Luckily, I was wearing some good Reefs, so I walked, along with 8 million other people, ten thousand cabs, a bunch of hot dog carts, a lot of mystery spots, and I loved/missed every second of it. Summer here in suburbia is great, if for no other reason than the pool is less than a thousand feet away, but hot town, summer in the city? Awesome, every urine-scented inch of it.
3. In the same vein, I got to spend several days living it up in New Jersey, The Greatest State In The Union And Don't You Forget It, Sucka. Even better, lots of quality time with Dr. Lu and dbg, which always = good times, especially when Jello shots are involved. Which also leads to...
4. I made Jello shots for the first time in my 28 years. And even bigger testiment to just how big a dork I am, I brought the box o' Jello to the liquor store to ensure the correct amount of booze was purchased. And by correct amount, I mean the right number of little bottles of the hard stuff to go along with the two jugs of sangria required for the weekend. And we ran out. And had to get more. From my GRAMMA. Because that's how we roll.
5. The morning of my return to the Wrong Coast, Dr. Lu and I purchased approximately ten thousand (or so) bagels to stash in my luggage for those long cold nights. Yes, I checked a bag containing nothing by bagels. And I'd do it again.
6. While slicing and packing said bag, I sliced my left middle finger open. Instead of spending the afternoon knocking back some Dunkin' Donuts, Dr. Lu sped me to the emergency room, where I waited on line behind a kid with a sore throat and a woman with a sprained ankle, lifeblood literally, figuratively, and actually draining out of me. The nurse was not impressed, by either my bleeding or my need to get on a plane in 3 hours.
7. It took my finger over four hours to clot, and that was with me, three nurses and two doctors standing on top of it, willing my insidey parts to go back from whence they came. Apparently I have a knack for hitting blood vessels with pointy things. Go hard or go home, I always say. I was still bleeding when I was discharged at 5:30, just in time to make it home for dinner AND to wave goodbye to my flight that left at 5:18. On the upside, it got me out of setting the table.
8. For the first time ever, Delta Airlines actually made up for their eXXXtreme degree of suckitude last February and sent me back to California for free. Sure, I had to take an extra flight, EWR-DCA-ATL-ONT, and spend almost 4 hours in the Atlanta airport, but I've had worse flights and didn't even get stuck in the 7th circle of hell, aka A Middle Seat. I even got home early enough to lay on the couch for awhile and spend some time with my old friend, Tivo, as it should be.
9. Did I mention it's 100 degrees here now, all day, every day? I need to get one of those oh so hip sun shades for the Mazda Jansport because hot sun + black leather interior = burnt hands. Ouch.
10. I made cupcakes tonight. Nothing says July like turning on the oven.
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