Miss
Fidgeting Gidget started this little Q&A and I had to get in on it. So here are
her questions,
my answers.
1) What do you consider to be your biggest accomplishment?Oh, tough one! Hm...I would say my biggest accomplishment was graduating with a double major in 4 years. I walked in with big dreams of becoming a Broadway actress (Drama major), got hit with a major reality check and reignited my passion for writing (Journalism major). For some reason, I felt the need to rush through it all and complete it in 4 years so that I could dive headfirst into the horrible job market. So yes, that was my biggest accomplishment in my life (thus far!).
2) If you see someone with their skirt tucked into the back of their underwear or something unsightly hanging out of their nose, do you tell them, or let it go?Without a
doubt, I tell them! Because seriously, a) I would bet big money on the fact that nobody would ever purposely do this to themselves and b) I'd want to know too! Easy.
3) What is your FAVORITE thing about blogging? You can only pick one.Just one? Oy. Okay, my favorite thing is comments (I know, how cliche can you get right?). They encourage me, inspire me and reassure me that what I'm writing is having some sort of influence on someone in one way or another. Or they just feel bad for me. But I'll take that too, just for the love of comments.
4) If you could visit anywhere in the world today that you've never been, where would you go?Israel. Done and done.
5) You're having a dinner party. You can invite five people, alive or dead. Who's sitting around your table?
Okay, fun. 5 people. Definitely Judy Garland and James Dean. As for the other 3...I'm going to go with John Krasinski (it
would be my only chance to convince him that we are in fact meant for each other), Edward Cullen (we can do fictional characters with a bit of dead
and alive, right?) and Reese Witherspoon. That would make for an interesting dynamic, wouldn't it?
I just love those questions, thanks Gidget! On another note, I read this post by Chelsea over at
Chelsea Talks Smack (one of my first friends on
20 Something Bloggers, wee) and am officially obsessed with her words, which are the following:
"Baby, this is the time of our life when we'll look back and be like,
'remember when we had wild crazy sex and no cares in the world....."
My Love says as we're both walking barefoot outside in downtown Denver,
carelessly asking the to universe to give us a crack needle to accidentally step on.
"Yeah, when we didn't have to worry about little sticky children coming into our room in the middle of the night being like, 'Daddy why are you hurting Mommy?? When we don't have to worry about making too much noise, or screaming too wildly- now, it just kind of makes or neighbors jealous. Which isn't horrible, it's awesome."
Sigh. "These are the good days."
These are the days when it's still acceptable to call Top Ramen a "meal" every now and again and to call Momma when I don't know how long to bake chicken? When old friends aren't so old that they couldn't become "new" friends again, with a little mending. These are the times when we toe the line of irresponsibility, occasionally falling off course, but it's still okay. When it's OK to smoke strawberry flavored hookah until 10pm and have sex for breakfast.
These are the days when my skin is still taut and supple, my knees don't crack and my back doesn't hurt. My body is quick and strong, able, firm and resilient. These are the days when there's nothing a cup of coffee or a glass of Cabernet can't cure.
When I'm still rambunctious and hopeful. When my emotions don't simmer but they boil and my energy is sparkling. When I've been wounded just enough and jaded just enough to make me smart, but not bitter. These are the days when time feels like its on "our watch." When we're brave enough to throw ourselves into the lions den, and even with the lack of skill to actually fight a lion, we run at him with our bare hands anyway, because we're fearless in just the right times. (Figuratively speaking of course....unless you want to get your face ripped off.)
These are the days when we're creating our "smile lines" that one day, we'll look at bittersweet and remember when our faces we smooth, porcelain, unsullied. These are the days when it isn't depressing to eat an entire pint of Ben and Jerry's alone in the dark.
When I'm still lusting, while being in love. When I'm still naive, while having lived enough to be savvy. When I'm still open, while standing for what I believe.
These are the days when we still have the freedom. We have options and possibilities, wide open doors and the moxie to walk through every single one of them, no matter what the fuck is on the other side; angry bosses, wild boars, strippers, the love of your life, or your dream come true.
.....and most importantly, for many of us, these are the days when we can still have screaming-hair pulling-wild sex...without waking up the kids.
I know. She's brilliant.
