Monday, May 23, 2005

I just can't get enough ...

... of interview questions, that is. I just had to have Poka Bean interview me after reading her answers to my questions.

1. What is your biggest domestic pet peeve?
Wow, I have so many of them: leaving milk/juice/lunch meat out instead of putting it back in the fridge, dirty clothes on the floor, leaving the toilet seat up. But I'd have to say my biggest is leaving shoes all over the house. My husband must have about 6 pair of shoes at any given time strewn throughout the house: his working-in-the-yard tennis shoes near the back door, his flip flops by the front door, his work shoes by the entrance to the living room, his converse by the table in the front hall, and two pair of basketball shoes in the laundry room. He really does have more shoes than a woman.

2. When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?
I have a Dr. Seuss "Book About Me" book that said I wanted to be a movie star and a mother. While I think it would be a blast to act on stage, I think my childhood shyness would come out if I actually had to do it. I also thought being a librarian would be cool because I'd always be around books. Of course, growing up, I had all kinds of ideas including being a veterinarian because I love animals, but realized I couldn't handle it if they were sick or dying. I think the strangest thing I wanted to be when I was really little was a garbage man. I thought it would be great to hang off the back of the truck as we drove around town! Ironically, being a writer never even crossed my mind back then, even though I love writing short stories and plays.

3. If you had to select one companion for life from the following choices to follow you EVERYWHERE, who would it be? E.T., Alf, Yoda, or Lassie.
It would have to be Lassie. The others' voices would drive me nuts after a while. Lassie is pretty and soft, and would let me pet her whenever I wanted. I remember when I was young, I'd hug onto my German Shephard and cry, "You're the only one that loves me" as I nuzzled my face inter her fur. I could do the same thing with Lassie.

4. What does a perfect weekend look like to you?
I'd get to sleep in for once without my children waking me up at the crack of dawn. I'd have a leisurely breakfast, anything really, as long as it included bacon. I'd get a really good book, and go lay out at the beach until the air turned cool, and my skin turned a nice brown-red. Then I'd have a great dinner and drink some beer with my favorite guy (my husband). We'd spend some quality time together, and then the next day, take in a movie, which we never get to do, to pass away the afternoon. We'd end the day, lounging on a big blanket with Boogie and Dak, relaxing before they both went to bed and the house once again turned quiet. It sounds boring to single folks, but for us married with children couples, it's just something I never get to do.

Of course, jetting away to an island paradise sounds good too!

5. What are 5 things you would never be caught doing and why?
Hmmm, there's so little I won't do! Let's see: 1) eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Blech, blech, blech. 2)getting a Brazilian bikini wax. I'm sorry, but there's no need to get that intimate. And after two kids, my lower half isn't about to go parading around in some teeny tiny thong anyway! 3)going on the Atkins/South Beach diet. I love bread, pasta, potatoes and rice too much! 4)Bunjee jumping. It took me 20 minutes just to jump off a diving board that was maybe 4 feet high. I just can't imagine actually jumping off that little platform thousands of feet in the air (OK, hundreds of feet, but multiply that by those 20 minutes and you can see I'd be up there for quite a while). 5)getting a tattoo. Back in the day, I would have loved to get a small tribal tattoo on my super-flat stomach (no longer flat), or on the small of my back. I even liked the ones that went around your bicep. But I'm a little too old for that now, and unless I got my children's names, there's nothing that I can think of that would still have meaning for me when I'm old, gray, and saggy. I can just imagine me saying to my grandchildren in my jiggly Katherine Hepburn voice, "This here, kiddies,was the little pixie fairy that I got on my right breast after I got high from attending a Guns-n-Roses concert." I'm sure that would go over really well.