Look what I got suckered into…

Favorite person (outside family)?  I would say my sweet babboo, but these days I consider him family. I’ll say him anyway, since we’re a mere trip to Vegas away from being actual family in a legal sense (I hope that comment didn’t just ruin our tentative plan to go to Vegas in the near future). 

Favorite food?      Anything with cinnamon. Raw veggies (not with cinnamon). Cereal. Anything that didn’t have eyes, a central nervous system, etc. 

Quirks about you? You’re kidding, right? This could take a while…   I love flossing my teeth… 

How would the person who loves you most describe you in ten words or less? (Ask them) - Well, he just called me “Fatty McKnuckles” a minute ago. Usually he says I’m compassionate. He also frequently tells me I am weird. And pretty. 

Any regrets in life?  Nope. For as guilty as I feel about many, many things, I have no regrets. I always figure I grow from everything that I bring on myself/that happens to me. 

Favorite Charity/Cause?    Education (funding, quality, etc.). FGM awareness. 

Favorite Blog recently? This is assuming I have had time to read a large enough selection of blogs to really make an informed judgement. Hah. 

Something you can’t get enough of?   Music. My cat purring and looking at me like she is saying something. Holding (other people’s) babies. SHOES. Books. World travel.

Worst job you’ve ever had?   Uuuuhhh… honestly? This place I waitressed at during my senior year of high school. There was some really messed up stuff going on there. I could write a book about it. 

What job would you pay NOT to have?  High School Guidance Counselor. Butcher. Realtor, at the moment. 

If you could be a fly on the wall, where?  Oh boy. Would I be a total perv if I said Angelina and Brad’s house?

Favorite Bible verse right now?  The one about dashing your kid’s head on the rock… it shows how important context is when quoting things, and how open to interpretation such pieces of literature are. 

Guilty Pleasure? Cinnamon crunch bagels from Panera. Painting my toenails. Singing really loud while driving. 

Got any confessions?    Not that wouldn’t change your glowing opinions of me. Hmmm. I used to listen to my parents fight and pretend like it was a movie. I spent $850 on dainty things at AP two years ago. During my senior year of high school I made out with a boy simply because he told me he wanted me “so badly“… what can I say, proper grammar just gets me. 

If you HAD to spend $1,000 on YOURSELF, how would you spend it? And I can’t use it to pay off debt? And CJ wouldn’t see the receipt? Hmmm. Plane ticket, or wait, no. Badly needed new clothes? I honestly think something furniture-wise. 

Favorite thing about your house?  My cat and my best friend live there. And it has heavy doors, a big (for apartments, at least) kitchen, is in a very beautiful, walkable neighborhood, and I could feasibly have my family over for Thanksgiving because there is enough room. 

Least favorite thing about your house?     LACK OF CLOSET SPACE. I’m an organization freak, but after almost a year I’m still trying to find an effective way to store and arrange things here. 

One thing you are bad at?   Confrontation.

One thing you’re good at?    Loving people and fuzzy things. 

If you could change something about your circumstances, what?       I would know where I want to be in ten years, so I could quit wondering. 

Who would you like to meet someday? Tom Brokaw. I think he would be interesting to talk to. 

What makes you feel sexy?  It’s all about the shoes. And the house being clean. And, honestly, thinness. Sigh. 

Who is your real life hero?  When you really think about it, no one else can save you but yourself. CJ is my hero in many situations, however. 

What is the hardest part of your job?   By the time high school seniors get to me, they have formed habits of thinking and behaving… I have a few short months with them… I have to accept that no matter how much I work with them and how much sleep I lose over them, I will only “reach” a tiny percentage of them. 

When are you most relaxed?  I’ll let you know when I’m dead. 

What stresses you out?    Nostalgia about friendships that slipped away. Not looking like I did when I was 22 (sometimes). My parents’ vulnerability. My sister’s codependence. The majority of my students’ complacency about social issues. The safety of the little girl who lives downstairs in apartment #1, considering the several instances of crime we’ve had here. 

What can you not live without? Pen and paper. 

Do you agree or disagree with the recent article that reported that blogs are authored by narcissists? Yes. we need to admit it — we live in an age where narcissism is accepted. Arrogance is different, though, and I don’t find most bloggers to be arrogant. 

Why do you blog?  To … hmmm. To civilize myself. I need to reel in my thoughts sometimes, and figure out how to communicate them in a way that the general population wouldn’t be afraid of or disgusted by. 

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Ummm… when I was ten I followed the rules in a chain letter, and I never got the $10,000 promised. I have to go calculate second semester grades now.