You tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get, you get away from me...

More questions! I think this just about covers eveybody, so I'm drawing the line here. Question time is over until I decide to open the floor up again in the future.

Hex -

1. Hmm... I think I'd make myself smarter. You can always use some extra smarts. Or wait! No! I'd give myself psychic powers. Yeah.

2. I speak up, in the kindest possible way I can. If I care about this person enough to call them a close friend, i've got to try and stop the impending train wreck, if I can.

3. Um... for? I don't have a problem with it, I mean I'm a married woman, and I have a healthy, romantic relationship with my husband... so yeah.

Terry -

1. Before. Brodie was one week old on the day I got married. My husband and I had been together for 3 years by that point. No fancy wedding, just a Justice of the Peace. It doesn't really bother me, it's still legal and binding, and i had almost all the people I would have wanted there with me as it was.

2. I'm so sorry i ever asked anyone a question even remotely about said subject. The favor has been repaid tenfold, and I'm embarrassed. Um... honestly, I can't pick out one single occasion. that's not dodging the question, i really just can't come up with an answer.

3 - One time, I went along with my Dad to a grocer's convention. Lots of vendors trying to sell you stuff, you could walk away with a lot of free samples... anyway. The last night they hosted a supper, The Blenders were the musical guests (They were on Arsenio once) and for dessert they served this double chocolate cake thing... Oh Lord, it was amazing. I remember how freaking great it was. Close runner up is the hot fudge browine thing we had when i worked at Gunther Toody's. Warm chocolate bundt cake topped with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. Add a generous drizzle of hot fudge to that, a drizzle of cherry syrup, and a sprinkle of crushed Butterfinger topping. Damn, I miss those things. How interesting is it that I remember food more than I do the hanky-panky? I'm not a porker though, swear.

And now... to describe my day and myself in terms used to describe food? Well, I'll try. Here goes.

I woke up in the morning, my mouth as dry as a saltine. I prepare my son for school, load him onto the bus, and then set the timer on the oven for 8 hours. Then it's off to a quick water bath, the finishing touches are put on, and I'm plated and ready to go to. At work, I settle into my nook, open up my menu, and order an endless cup of coffee. Every now and then I excuse myself from the table and step outside for a smoke - damn no smoking laws - and I wait impatiently for the main course. Sometimes the special of the day is a rice noodle bowl - salty yet satisfying - sometimes it's a sandwich from Subway - 7 grams of fat! - sometimes it's just a bag of Sunchips and a Sierra Mist from the snack machine. It satisfies, but then I start looking for dessert. The dish on the edge of my desk always has a tasty treat or two, but if I'm not quick then we'll be all out. The rest of the day passes by uneventfully, and i finally pack up and leave my tip at 6. From there it's off to Chez Moi, where I indulge more often than not in the hip way to dine - "grazing." A nibble here, a bite there. Before I know it I'm sleepy, so with a late-night snack of a drumstick and a glass of whiskey in hand, I crawl into bed and watch Food Network until I fall asleep, chicken grease dribbling down my chin.


Shoot, that's kinda weird and hard. Darn you, Terry!