really getting to know me

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7260077.post-268553224069905052008-07-24T17:13:00.000-07:002008-07-24T17:13:29.827-07:00really getting to know me<a href="http://www.democratherald.com/dhblogs/jennifer_moody">Jennifer Moody</a> came up with this list of questions on her blog <a href="http://www.democratherald.com/dhblogs/jennifer_moody/?p=196">awhile ago</a>, labeling it: A few questions you should ask if you really want to get to know someone. So here goes. Read on if you want to really get to know me. Your coma: Unplug, or keep on pluggin’? Unplug. I wouldn't want my family to shell out big bucks to keep me a vegetable on the off-chance that someday science might revive me. And, realizing that I might come off sounding like a smug and trite Christian here: I know where I'm going. Death is not something I need to fear. Superstition you can’t shake: Being in a bathroom with no lights on freaks me out, because there are always mirrors in bathrooms and as a kid we used to scare each other with the story of Bloody Mary who appeared in the mirrors of darkened rooms. I'm not sure who the Bloody Mary of this story was or what she would do after she appeared (something that involved blood, obviously) but it terrified me nonetheless and I still can never go into a bathroom without flipping the light switch on FIRST. Last person you yelled at: Probably my kids. Duty at work you hate: Cleaning the bathroom. Specifically the showers. I don't know why I always put off that chore--it only takes a few minutes and a clean shower is so much nicer--but I still hate it. Invention the world would be better off without: The <a href="http://www.gizmag.com/go/3655/">stretch Hummer limo</a>. Could there be a stupider vehicle? Actor/actress you’d trade your partner for: None. I guess Brad Pitt (specifically Brad Pitt in "Fight Club") is good-looking, but I can't think of any actor I'm really that enthralled with. Selling price for your kids: Not to be all "Oooh, I'm such a good mother and SO un-materialistic," but seriously: not for all the money in the world. You can't put a price on a piece of your heart. One thing your mom would faint if she knew about: But my mom reads this blog, and I don't want her to faint. Sound of the little voice in your head: Her name is Lucy, and she sings just one line of the same song over and over and over again: "Bible tells me so, Bible tells me so, Bible tells me so...." Sunday School points to you if you now find yourself singing the entire thing. What you do when the Jehovah’s Witnesses knock: Paste a fake smile on my face and politely tell them we already have a church home. Accept the copy of Watchtower and then throw it in the trash. Web sites you visit instead of working: Lots of blogs. Facebook. Specifically Scrabulous on Facebook. Tylenol or Ibuprofen? Either one. Oldest thing in your fridge: Hmmm, I had to get up and go check. Looks like a jar of horseradish. I believe it is the only jar of horseradish I've ever owned, and I remember the first time I made my one and only recipe that calls for horseradish (and it only calls for 1/2 tsp) back when we lived in Brownsville, making it at least two and a half years old. Probably older. Does horseradish go bad? First thing you’d do if made dictator for life: Find someone else to take the job. I have no desire to be in charge of the world. Burial or cremation? Probably cremation. Only because I have a vague idea it's cheaper, and as I mentioned above, I don't see the point in having my family spend lots of money on my death or my funeral. Worst vacation ever: Maybe the first camping trip we ever took with Beth. We couldn't find an actual camp site so we just found a wooded clearing off the side of the road. We tried to go hiking but couldn't find the right hiking trail. Beth barely slept all night and in the morning came down with a fever so we packed up and went home early. Speed you’d drive if you knew you wouldn’t be ticketed: On a straight highway on a sunny day? 80 mph, minimum. Best hangover cure: I haven't had one. A hangover, that is. Or a cure for one. Sex on the first date? Is (forgive my crudeness) totally slutty. And stupid. Thing you say that makes you sound like your folks when you swore you never would: "Because I said so, that's why." I can still remember my giant internal cringe the first time I said that. But sometimes I just can't explain every single decision I make to my kids. Do you all feel just a little bit closer to me now?Jen Rousehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15318797787773072481noreply@blogger.com