1. Do your jeans have rips, tears, and holes in them? I have a few pairs that do, but for the most part no. I am not opposed to the destructed jean look; I just have kind of grown out of it these days. Not to say that I won’t come back to it. Fashion always comes back around.
2. Do you get the full 8 hours of sleep each night? Pssht! Sleeping is for sissies. I basically sleep the least amount as possible to not die of a heart attack. I once read on a yahoo article that young dude played a video game for one week straight without sleeping and croaked. So I just want to sleep enough to avoid that.
3. Do you celebrate 420? Personally, no. I am not a smoker. However, I don’t see anything wrong with it for adult humans. It’s just not fer me. And well, I typically see it as more of a guy hobby. Mansport so to speak.
4. Do you eat raw cookie dough? Is this question here as a sub-question for #3? Ha! I don’t bake a lot of cookies, but I do make cakes (as of late) and I will probably die of salmonella poisoning because I can’t help but lick the beaters off my mixer. It’s like some deeply rooted childhood habit of being able to lick the stupid things. I can’t NOT do it. It tastes so good. Judge me if you must. I understand. Mmm, cake batter.
5. Do you wear your Significant Other’s clothes? I wear a few of his shirts around the house and to work out on occasion. They are good for sleeping in. Would I wear them as regular day to day fashion? Nah. Not my style yo.
6. Ever been to Georgia? Indeedy I have been. I had to go there on business a few years back, during the month of July. It felt like breathing under a blanket. I am not used to humidity such as that. I would run from my rental car to the hotel like a weirdo so the air couldn’t drown me. I bet they thought I was a super freak, but oh well. Also, typically when I travel on business the others working for the company “host” me and take me to dinner and stuff. Well, for some reason no one there in Atlanta was assigned to look after me so I was on my own. I thought that was AWESOME. I had a GPS so I went shopping all over the place. It was all fine and dandy until this weird dude basically wouldn’t stop bugging me (ie probably intended to kidnap and kill me dead) at this one store to the point where I had to ask a salesperson to help me get rid of him. They walked me to my car and I learned a lesson about shopping alone in large cities. Scary, no?
7. Do you have freckles? Yep. I have a sprinkling across my face. There is a story behind my freckles. As you are probably are aware I am half Hispanic and half Caucasian. Growing up I had a lot of blue eyed blond haired cousins and I was the little brown one. I was also freckle free probably because the sun didn’t have as much impact on my olive skin. Needless to say I was a weirdo kid and I was jealous of their cute little freckles. One night I prayed really hard that I too could have cute little freckles like my cousins. And nothing. And nothing for years. Then one random day when I was about 14 I happened to be looking in the mirror, and mind you by then I no longer had my freckle wanting obsession, I noticed I HAD FRECKLES!?!?!?! I whole smattering across my cheeks and nose. And there they remain to this day. Every so often someone tells me they think my freckles are cute and that they like them. And my only answer is “Thanks. I totally prayed for them.”
8. When is the last time you got pulled over for speeding? Well, that was about a year ago. Mercifully, the officer took pity on my pathetic self and didn’t ticket me. I have no idea why. I’m flying down the highway in a 60 mile per hour zone. And I’m doing at least, oh 82. Rocking out to Alkaline Trio. In a hurry to get home to my kiddos. Suddenly, there’s a cop traveling the opposite direction that I didn’t notice coming. He flips around. I obviously slow down (aka put on the engine breaks) and try to act non-suspect. Yeah right. So of course he pulls over the crazy beotch driving like an insane woman. “Do you have any idea how fast you were going?” he asks me with this oh so serious face. “Upper 70s?” I respond with my most pathetic pouty innocent face. “Nice try.” Is his response as he gathers my stuff and does the walk back to his car. I start to wonder if they can put you in jail for reckless driving the first time you do it. And I imagine myself calling Joey to tell him that I am locked up and to take good care of my kiddos. Well, just a few minutes later the officer comes a’walkin back and hands me my stuff and says “Be careful. Slow down. And have a Happy Valentine’s Day” UH LUCKY DOG ARE I, no?
9. How old were you when you got engaged/married? Twenty Two. Now, I don’t really recommend to any youngins to go rushing out and get married right away. I would probably offer the advice of living your life a bit more first and really spending time with your future spouse. Just being together for a while first. Being Friends!! However, by the time I decided to get married I had been in my relationship about 5-years and had a 4-year old kiddo. I felt like it was a natural step, and well it just felt silly to keep referring to him as my boyfriend at that point in time.
10. How many kids do you want to have? Well, I used to want to have 3 children. Then my youngest, second child, turned out to be a total maniac handful so that is where I stopped. I was totally exhausted. I am not 100% opposed to having more kids, but right now it’s not on the table. If I do though, it will have to be a little girl and we will call her Violet. Not like I’ve thought about it or anything.
Well, if you get bored and are in the mood for a good ol’ survey of randomness (I haven’t done one of this in years at this point) you should take this and share your answers with me. Because if you actually read my blog, I probably really like you and would be totally entertained by your answers my pals.
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