To start things off, here's Marla's handy-dandy questionnaire, so that our participants can get to know each other a bit better. All of my answers to the questions are in bold.
If I could get away with it, I'd steal Corndog's sense of humor, because damn it, it should be mine.
I sometimes buy “Bored Housewife” magazine, because I obviously am not doing something right. My house isn't clean enough, and I can't whip up a gourmet meal from flour, water, Karo syrup, and sixteen pieces of dry macaroni.
If you came over to my house to play and broke my blue crayon, I'd be a little bit mad at you forever.
The colour olive green should only be used in fungal remedy packaging or if human waste were to be redesigned.
The colour royal blue makes my heart feel like it is full of happy kittens frolicking in a sunny, grassy meadow.
Both the color orange and rap music make me break out in gooberous pustules. They should both be banned substances, and registered with the government as hazardous.
I might get sick or die if I touch or ingest seafood, or look at myself in pantyhose.
George Bush’s foreign policy gives me the heebie jeebies and I might need to seek therapy if I even think about it further.
I love the feel of fleece/cotton/flannel so much I have a primitive urge to stick some down my pants. And I have, but don't tell anyone, okay?!
No one should have to watch me eat anything remotely made of chocolate because really if I were eating some in private, I'd be quite a pig about it.
I would rather chew tinfoil and shave my head with a cheese grater than eat tripe, brains, pig’s feet, or snails.
I do follow recipes because I’m a fat girl, and we fat girls love to eat, doncha know.
For Marla, "White Shoulders" perfume will always smell like her laid-out dead grandmother. I feel that way about cigarette smoke and patchouli. Together *OR* separate.
If I could, I'd perfume my own farts and those of my loved ones with the scent of roses.
I have TOO MUCH crafting stuff and not enough crafting stuff. Or enough room to store all aforementioned crafting stuff.
Gadgets are for lazy people like me!
When people have kind, sweet and nice things about me, they're usually talking about someone else with the same name.
I can't be upset if people dis me about being moody, because it's true.
If I could have any talent in the world, I'd choose to have the ones God already gave me and use it to the best of my ability to help and enrich other people.
You are given an hour and twenty dollars to spend in one of these places, childfree. Choose one, or write your own: (I wrote my own...)
In a bookstore, reading wonderful books. The twenty wouldn’t buy very many these days, but it’s a start.
And here's the last chance to make sure that you're not going to get a "Jelly of the Month" club membership when you're expecting your bonus for a swimming pool:
It is important to me that the items chosen for me are things you would like getting yourself.
If I could suggest that you read only one post from my archives, this would be it: “Blogging the Alphabet.”
If I were to name the
I love stuff like this! I can't wait to get started!
Edited to add: I forgot to add the "and whatever else you want us to know about you" part at the end. Mea culpa.
In addition to my very unhealthy crafting fetish (Andrea and I aren't really interested in joining a self-help group for this addiction, so no interventions, please...), I also love to read, and I love all different sorts of music. I love Christmas ornaments. I collect penguins -- stuffed ones, figurines, earrings...anything with penguins on it. I love U2, and and supremely cheesed off that they a) didn't come anywhere close enough that I could easily get to, and b) and that I couldn't have afforded it even if they had come close to me. Ditto for Duran Duran. I'm pretty easy to please, really.