Josi Kilpack chose me and four other bloggers for this blog award—which was very sweet since she said so many nice things about me and she’s got it all backwards. SHE is the one who is always listening to me. I find it amazing that she is such a great friend and that I really can tell her everything. So the deal is since she tagged me, I get to answer all her questions and then tag some others.
Now, on to the questions.
1. Where is your cell phone?…. I don’t know. It was in my purse the last time I saw it this morning, but we went hiking and I’m out of town and honestly, dealing with a phone while out of town seems lame so I never bothered with it again today. The battery needs charged. Dang. I hope my agent didn’t try calling . . .
2. Your hair? …… Is like it always is–one braid to the left of my face and the rest all tied up in back and spilling over with a stick hair clip thingy.
3. Your mother? …… Is a saint for taking on the challenges of raising my teenager. She deserves flowers and chocolate every day.
4. Your father?….. Is the other saint for being willing to take on the challenges of raising my teenager. He deserves books and back rubs every day (not that I’m giving these things out, mind you. In fact I fully plan on stealing several of his books next time I see him.) Even though my daughter’s pretty easy to take care of, they have gone above the call of duty and I can never repay them for this.
5. Your favorite food? …… thai–at that little thai place I went with all the LTUE people. DANG that was awesome eating. Let’s go again, okay guys?
6. Your dream last night?…. Mind your own business! Okay just kidding, I don’t remember my dream. I remember waking up feeling disturbed but had no idea why.
7. Your favorite drink?…. Dr. Pepper baby!
8. Your dream/goal? …. To find success in every aspect of my life–family, writing . . .
9. What room are you in? …… my sis in law’s guest room. Guys are playing wii in the other room and I am supposed to be writing. Slacker.
10. Your hobby? …. hobby? people have time for those things? Really?
11. Your fear? ….. failure
12. Where do you want to be in 6 years?… happy healthy and on the new york times best sellers list after having just won the Newbery.
13. Where were you last night?…..At my sis in law’s house. she is an excellent hostess. We’re here doing halloween party stuff which I will blog about and post pictures for some time in december (since I’m flaky and behind on everything) What? You think Halloween pictures in December is a dumb idea?
14. Something you aren’t?….. sated . . . ever.
15. Muffins? …..raspberry lemon
16. Wish list item? …… A huge contract! Please Santa! PLEASE!!!!
17. Where did you grow up?…… Salt Lake City
18. Last thing you did?…… laughed until I cried while Mr. Wright read a spooky story during our Halloween dinner. The story wasn’t really funny, but Mr. Wright IS really funny. I love how he makes our kids laugh.
19. What are you wearing? …… red shirt. red fuzzy socks, blue jeans. I know. No black. Is anyone else as surprised as I am?
20. Your TV? ….. usually off. I am not a tv watcher only because I know I have no self control. If the tv goes on–my eyes widen and my brain shuts down as I plant myself in front of it.
21. Your pets? ……… 2 dogs–Shadow–black lab, hound mix and Copper–chow. We’re down to one fish. I’m hoping to kill him off so I can revamp the fish tank.
22. Your friends? …… Everywhere. I once had someone ask me one of those psychological test questions where they said, “You look around you. How many trees do you see?” The girl I was with who was also answering those questions said, “Two. Off in the distance.”
My answer was, “I see a whole forest.”
The trees were supposed to represent how many close, personal, sacrifice-everything-for friends you felt you had. Whether those little psych tests have meaning or not–that answer is 100% true.
23. Your life?…… pretty awesome. I am so grateful for each day, for my family, for everything.
24. Your mood? …. content.
25. Missing someone? ….. every day.
26. Vehicle? ……Honda. Grey. Boring.
27. Something you’re not wearing? …… LOL
28. Your favorite store? …….these questions keep going!!!!!! Home Depot
29. Your favorite color? …… Black
30. When was the last time you laughed? …… laughed all night tonight.
31. Last time you cried? …..On the way home from St George when we left our daughter after a short visit.
32. Your best friend?…… My husband. I’d be lost without him. Literally. I have no directional skills. But beyond that–he is everything great in my life.
33. One place that I go over and over? ……. Crazy. Kids are usually driving.
34. One person who emails me regularly?…….Josi. We’re planning a book tour and it requires a lot of communication. I love emails from Josi
35. Favorite place to eat? ……. anywhere I’m not cooking.
If you’re someone I tagged, be sure to tell me so I can read your answers.
And I am tagging Karen Hoover, Jaime Thelar, Janet Davis, Alice Beesely, Janette Rallison. These ladies are getting tagged simply because I love them and want to know more about them.
This was a fun meme I found on Josi Kilpack’s blog. Since I am a horriffic Josi Kilpack worshipper, I am doing a repeat here on my blog. I hit 57, 000 words on my work in progress and then wound up feeling SICK, I decided to avoid said work in progress and mess with my blog instead. My head feels too icky to be creative and I fear anything I might write in my book might end up being badly embarrassing.
Feel free to copy it and use it if you like (After all, I did). You highlight those things you’ve done.
1. Started your own blog
2. Slept under the stars
3. Played in a band
4. Visited Hawaii
5. Watched a meteor shower
6. Given more than you can afford to charity
7. Been to Disneyland/world
8. Climbed a mountain
9. Held a praying mantis
10. Sang a solo (I’m sure singing in my car doesn’t count . . .)
11. Bungee jumped
12. Been to the top of a lighthouse
13. Watched a lightning storm at sea
14. Taught yourself an art from scratch
15. Adopted a child
16. Had food poisoning
17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty (But I waved at the statue as I sailed by on the staten island ferry)
18. Grown your own vegetables
19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France (But I know a girl named mona, another girl named Lisa, and I dated someone from france . . .)
20. Slept on an overnight train
21. Had a pillow fight
22. Hitch hiked
23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill (sssshhhhhh!!!! I still feel guilty)
24. Built a snow fort
25. Held a lamb
26. Gone skinny dipping
27. Ran a Marathon
28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice
29. Seen a total eclipse
30. Watched a sunrise or sunset
31. Hit a home run
32. Been on a cruise
33. Seen Niagara Falls in person
34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors
35. Seen an Amish community (but I sell Amish Caramel in my store)
36. Taught yourself a new language
37.Had enough money to be truly satisfied
38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person
39. Gone rock climbing
40. Seen Michelangelo’s David
41. Sung karaoke (Playing American Idle with my sis in law likely doesn’t count, but man was that mortifying)
42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt
43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant
44. Visited Africa
45. Walked on a beach by moonlight
46. Been transported in an ambulance
47. Had your portrait painted
48. Gone deep sea fishing
49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person
50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris
51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling
52. Kissed in the rain
53. Played in the mud
54. Gone to a drive-in theater
55. Been in a movie
56. Visited the Great Wall of China (I broke my grandmother’s china plate once)
57. Started a business
58. Taken a martial arts class
59. Visited Russia (But I wrote to my best friend when she was in Lithuania, and Lithuania is really close to Russia . . . isn’t it?)
60. Served at a soup kitchen
61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies (But I buy them faithfully every year.)
62. Gone whale watching
63. Got flowers for no reason
64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma
65. Gone sky diving (I’ll never understand people who jump out of perfectly good airplanes)
66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp (my kids say I run one though)
67. Eaten New England clam chowder in New England
68. Flown in a helicopter
69. Saved a favorite childhood toy (it was a book my mom gave me called The Dancing Man, and don’t go telling me books don’t count)
70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial
71. Eaten Caviar (ick!)
72. Pieced a quilt (yeah, won’t be doing that again any time soon)
73. Stood in Times Square (sigh . . . good times)
74. Toured the Everglades
75. Been fired from a job (so not my fault)
76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London
77. Broken a bone
78. Been on a speeding motorcycle
79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person
80. Published a book
81. Visited the Vatican
82. Bought a brand new car
83. Walked in Jerusalem
84. Had your picture in the newspaper
85. Read the entire Bible
86. Visited the White House
87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
88. Had chickenpox
89. Saved someone’s life (every day I don’t kill my children . . .)
90. Sat on a jury (but I want to!)
91. Met someone famous
92. Joined a book club
93. Lost a loved one
94. Had a baby
95. Seen the Alamo in person
96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake
97. Been involved in a law suit
98. Owned a cell phone
99. Been stung by a bee
1. I Hate Mayo–and not just a little. I really really hate it. I went to a fast food place with my dad who hates Mayo more than I. We spent ten minutes telling the kid behind the counter to NOT put mayo on our burgers. Told him mayo was fruit of the devil and consuming it ensures a ticket to the hot place. It’s fast food . . . the employees are teenagers . . . what did I really expect was going to happen? You guessed it–Mayo. When I tossed the burgers on the counter and stared down the kid who’d taken my money, he grabbed the burgers, turned to the fry cook and muttered, “I told you they’d notice.”
Yeah. He KNEW he was giving me tainted food.
2. I once joined with my brother in a neighbor feud. We put a dead fish under the seat in my neighbor’s car. It was july. The high the next day was 103. I still feel guilty, even though I snicker when I think about it.
3. My husband and I almost broke off our engagement when we took ballroom dance classes together. For the sake of relationship preservation, we quit the classes instead. Years later, I found out that not only CAN the man dance, but he is pretty wicked good at it. What a punk! The whole unwilling to dance thing is his only flaw and remains a sore point with me.
4. I used to steal flowers from La Caille’s gardens in the middle of the night so I could deliver them to my grandma while I ditched school the next day.
5. I don’t think I’m a good role model for teenagers and I shouldn’t admit to floral theft in a public forum.
6. I still mourn the loss of Kaberry Kaboom Ice cream from ben and Jerrys
7. I’m happy. I mean I’m really happy. I don’t have everything in the world, but I have three healthy kids who make me laugh, one husband who alternates between making me laugh and making me sigh with adoration, a roof over my head, heat in the winter and A/C in the summer, and I found success doing the one thing in life I always wanted to do–write.
And I found when I really looked at my life, I am happy. Yeah sure, there are little things that trip me up every now and again, the house isn’t always (or ever) spotless, there’s a list of mile long of have-to-dos, and sometimes I feel like the little stream who sings and gives away and then dries up (making a tragic ending to a children’s song). But when I really put my life under the microscope, I can only smile with what I find.
I think it was last year when they did the census and I turned mine in, but for whatever reason the post office put a spin on that whole “through sleet and snow” oath and failed to deliver my census. The government hired some poor person to call those who were missing in action and ask the questions personally. After I was done and had answered those ultra personal questions, the lady paused for a long moment. I almost thought she’d hung up. Then she said, “Do you have any idea how rare you are?”
I was startled. But I understood what she meant. And sometimes when doubts creep into my life ABOUT my life, I look at that beautiful rare family and smile. Oh yes, I am happy.
I’m a terrible liar apparently. I always have been. When I lie my throat catches and I break into hacking coughs. My face turns 100 shades of red. And I’m never believable. Never. I stick to the truth–not because of my virtue (since we all know I’m usually in short supply of that) but because of my inability to fib. I’ve just never been good at it.
And even in print . . . I’m useless. Pretty much everyone guessed that number three was a lie and so it is. That whole incident did occur but it wasn’t me. It was my Sunday School teacher Rob who ended up in the hospital. I had been set up on a blind date that night and my date was apparently THRILLED to get out of having to spend the rest of the night with me and promptly volunteered to take Rob to the emergency room. I am glad they stopped spinning. I really might have thrown up. But I’ve never actually broken a bone in my life. I went back to my dorm and played idiot poker and ate chips with a bunch of my guy friends.
Blind dates suck rocks. I never really managed dating very well. I ended up arguing politics with my dates or dumping liquid in their laps (sometimes accidental, sometimes not). Since Scott was my first date and subsequent boyfriend, I’d never learned to play the dating game. I was always 100% open with my opinions because that’s how it had always been with Scott. I didn’t know how to be coy or flirty and guys didn’t like my frankness for the most part. That’s likely why I had so many friends who were guys and so few who were interested in me romantically.
And for those of you who really thought there was enough virtue to me that I would never forget my anniversary . . . thanks for the vote of confidence. Sadly, my husband will never let me live this one down. I do love him in every fathomable way. The man is perfect. I just forgot. We’d dated for several years and in my heart our anniversary will always be March 10th–the date of our first date. Even fifteen years later, I have a hard time remembering the actual wedding anniversary. I make a lousy female sometimes.
I was tagged by my good friend Carole to do this meme. The problem is I talk so much, is there really anything about me that everyone doesn’t already know???
The deal is this: I write three things that are totally true about me. Then I write a fourth that is a outright lie. Your job is to pick which is the lie.
1. In college, the roommates decided that there was way too much kissing going on from the girls on our apartment. So we had a little healthy competition to see who could hold out on kissing the longest. The first person who ended up in lip lock had to buy a Skor candy bar for every girl in the apartment, as well as a gallon of ice cream. I was determined not to lose since I was working full time just to pay for my measly meals of ramen noodles and frozen peas. I didn’t have money to fork over for candy and ice cream! But the guy I dated at the time felt pretty put out by the competition. Through the course of our date, after I proudly announced he wasn’t getting any lip action, he convinced me that it would be “funny” to have ice cream and candy bars delivered to the girls in my apartment while we listened outside the kitchen window for their reactions. He even offered to buy. I know I was getting conned into a make-out, but he was right . . . it WAS funny.
2. I forgot my first wedding anniversary and made plans for a girls night out. My husband kept telling me he was CERTAIN we had plans for that night when we going through our schedules for the week. I kept insisting he was wrong, because I’d checked my planner and there wasn’t anything written down. He finally slumped his shoulders in defeat and said, “Fine. I guess we can celebrate our anniversary some different night.”
3. I broke my wrist at a dance club when the group I was with decided to do a funky circle thing where all the guys linked arms in a circle and held the girls on their arms while they did some entirely foolhardy dance steps while spinning. (I was secretly glad to have broken the wrist since I’d have thrown up if they’d have kept spinning, and throwing up is far more embarrassing than breaking bones.)
4. In the fifth grade, my violin teacher asked me NOT to play at the Christmas performance because I was so awful. She asked me to pretend to touch the bow to the strings. I never went back to class . . . not because I was hurt or traumatized but because I knew she had an excellent point. I WAS awful.