Getting to Know Me....Getting to Know All About Me...
I stole this survey from Perplexio, who stole this from bearette24. Admittedly, I've eliminated some of the questions because, well, 44 questions it too many.
At any rate, since I've broken my rule about "not blogging about myself," I figure I might as well REALLY break the rule. (I'm an all or nothing kind of gal, I guess). Plus, I'm in a great mood because The Antidote and I closed on our new house yesterday. So, in the interest of sharing:
Which curse word do you use the most?
Which curse word do I use the least, is probably the question. I love the word f*ck, for it's various uses and for the looks it gets from passerbys when you yell it at the top of your lungs.
What time is your alarm clock set for?
I'm lucky, I have a flexible schedule at work....so, it varies. Generally my alarm goes off at 4:30 a.m. But, much to The Antidote's chagrin, I rarely get up at that time. I try to get out of the house by 5:30 - 6:00 a.m....and I do that on most days. But sometimes I don't roll out until 7:30 a.m. or 8:00 a.m. Either that, or I call in -- *cough* *cough* -- "SICK."
How many suitcases do you own?
Tons of various sizes, but I have three that I primarily use. First, my big, pseudo hardshell suitcase for traveling to nasty places, like India, where it is ideally suited for the conditions, e.g., your bag is likely to be tossed in a puddle of human urine and you want to keep the urine out. Then, I have my "fits in the overhead compartment of airplane and is just big enough for the number of tank tops and shorts needed for a week of debauchery in Mexico" suitcase. Last, I have my fancy Louis Vuitton set for traveling to anywhere else.
What was the last movie you watched?
The Ringer...this is the Johnny Knoxville movie where they fix the special olympics. It was, suprisingly, funny WITH a message. (FYI -- that message is NOT "make fun of disadvantaged kids at every chance you get," but rather of the "we're people too" ilk.)
Has anyone ever called you lazy?
Of course not. They've always come up with much more colorful ways to tell me when I'm sloth-like.
Do you ever take medication to help you sleep?
Does gin count as a type of "medication?"
Which CD is currently in your CD player?
I own an IPOD silly. CD players are for kids.
Do you prefer regular or chocolate milk?
MMMM..chocolate. And since they've come out with chocolate skim milk...mmmm....even better.
Has anyone told you a secret this week?
If I told you that would be breaking the trust now, wouldn't it?
Can you whistle?
Only while I work...damn dwarves.
Are you shy around the opposite sex?
HA HA HA HA HA. Me, shy?! You've got to know me, though, to know why this is the funniest question, ever. I'm about as shy as a peep show.
Which movie(s) do you know every line to?
The Breakfast Club. "Does Barry MAnilow know you raided his wardrobe?"
Ever cry in public?
Whaddya think I am, a girl? Oh wait. I am a girl. Uh, I plead the 5th.
When is the last time you slept on the floor?
Does passing out count? If so, how am I supposed to remember? I passed out...DUH!!
Do you use sarcasm?
No. Wait, that was saracstic, wasn't it?
How old will you be on your next birthday?
*GASP* 32
Do you get along better with the same sex or the opposite sex?
This question presupposes I get along with anyone...which is a big presupposition.
One of your scars--how did you get it?
I was born with a dislocated hip. So, at the ripe old age of about 1.5, I had to go into skeletal traction in the hospital. As a result, I have 4 scars of equal size, one on each side of my thigh. But telling people that is just too boring. Since my mom is Chinese and my dad is Caucasian, I look just barely Asian enough for people to ask "what I am." I tell them about how dad was a soldier in Vietnam and met my mom while on R&R in Taiwan. Since most people think Asians are all alike, they forget that Taiwan and Vietnam aren't the same country. So, to explain my scars, I tell a merry tale of how dad smuggled mom and I out of Vietnam in his rucksack while bullets were flying. I took one straight through both legs...and didn't even shout out.
And believe it or not...some people think that story is true.
At any rate, since I've broken my rule about "not blogging about myself," I figure I might as well REALLY break the rule. (I'm an all or nothing kind of gal, I guess). Plus, I'm in a great mood because The Antidote and I closed on our new house yesterday. So, in the interest of sharing:
Which curse word do you use the most?
Which curse word do I use the least, is probably the question. I love the word f*ck, for it's various uses and for the looks it gets from passerbys when you yell it at the top of your lungs.
What time is your alarm clock set for?
I'm lucky, I have a flexible schedule at work....so, it varies. Generally my alarm goes off at 4:30 a.m. But, much to The Antidote's chagrin, I rarely get up at that time. I try to get out of the house by 5:30 - 6:00 a.m....and I do that on most days. But sometimes I don't roll out until 7:30 a.m. or 8:00 a.m. Either that, or I call in -- *cough* *cough* -- "SICK."
How many suitcases do you own?
Tons of various sizes, but I have three that I primarily use. First, my big, pseudo hardshell suitcase for traveling to nasty places, like India, where it is ideally suited for the conditions, e.g., your bag is likely to be tossed in a puddle of human urine and you want to keep the urine out. Then, I have my "fits in the overhead compartment of airplane and is just big enough for the number of tank tops and shorts needed for a week of debauchery in Mexico" suitcase. Last, I have my fancy Louis Vuitton set for traveling to anywhere else.
What was the last movie you watched?
The Ringer...this is the Johnny Knoxville movie where they fix the special olympics. It was, suprisingly, funny WITH a message. (FYI -- that message is NOT "make fun of disadvantaged kids at every chance you get," but rather of the "we're people too" ilk.)
Has anyone ever called you lazy?
Of course not. They've always come up with much more colorful ways to tell me when I'm sloth-like.
Do you ever take medication to help you sleep?
Does gin count as a type of "medication?"
Which CD is currently in your CD player?
I own an IPOD silly. CD players are for kids.
Do you prefer regular or chocolate milk?
MMMM..chocolate. And since they've come out with chocolate skim milk...mmmm....even better.
Has anyone told you a secret this week?
If I told you that would be breaking the trust now, wouldn't it?
Can you whistle?
Only while I work...damn dwarves.
Are you shy around the opposite sex?
HA HA HA HA HA. Me, shy?! You've got to know me, though, to know why this is the funniest question, ever. I'm about as shy as a peep show.
Which movie(s) do you know every line to?
The Breakfast Club. "Does Barry MAnilow know you raided his wardrobe?"
Ever cry in public?
Whaddya think I am, a girl? Oh wait. I am a girl. Uh, I plead the 5th.
When is the last time you slept on the floor?
Does passing out count? If so, how am I supposed to remember? I passed out...DUH!!
Do you use sarcasm?
No. Wait, that was saracstic, wasn't it?
How old will you be on your next birthday?
*GASP* 32
Do you get along better with the same sex or the opposite sex?
This question presupposes I get along with anyone...which is a big presupposition.
One of your scars--how did you get it?
I was born with a dislocated hip. So, at the ripe old age of about 1.5, I had to go into skeletal traction in the hospital. As a result, I have 4 scars of equal size, one on each side of my thigh. But telling people that is just too boring. Since my mom is Chinese and my dad is Caucasian, I look just barely Asian enough for people to ask "what I am." I tell them about how dad was a soldier in Vietnam and met my mom while on R&R in Taiwan. Since most people think Asians are all alike, they forget that Taiwan and Vietnam aren't the same country. So, to explain my scars, I tell a merry tale of how dad smuggled mom and I out of Vietnam in his rucksack while bullets were flying. I took one straight through both legs...and didn't even shout out.
And believe it or not...some people think that story is true.
You were poisoned by Curare_Z at 7:34 AM
11 Death Spasms:
Hey there is no call to blame it on dwarves. Whistling while you work is a good thing.
Great answers.
So, do you speak any Taiwanese? (How lame...using a one liner from Charles in Charge).
Ha!! You and I are on the same page with the curse words. Nothing gets your point across faster than dropping the F bomb in a business meeting :)
Breakfast Club rocks! They gave all the best lines to Judd, didn't they? "Moliere really pumps my nads". ;)
And what is it about all of you young folk? I'm beginning to feel like Grandpa Jones...
Don't worry, Bruce--you're only as old as you feel.
Curare: I've NEVER heard you curse. (Of course, that's because when you curse--which is about as often as I breathe--you do it with such force that listeners FEEL it.)
-- david
Holy crap, Curare, you are sooo cool. You're my hero...
Love Your Blog!
Right on about the Breakfast Club
"Brian, here, is thinking about going into the janitorial arts."
LOL
Keep writing!
Fuzz: It does help pass the time. I retract the "damn dwarves" and replace with "those silly dwarves." How's that for a lawyerly answer? ;-)
Phoneix: LOL. I do understand Taiwanese -- enough to know my mom is talking about me. But I do speak Mandarin -- albeit not completely fluently (I consider myself "conversational" in Mandarin. I can get around in China or Taiwan, but I can't speak business level Chinese, you know?)
Siren: that is my favorite past time! :-)
Bruce: Amulet's right..you're only as old as you feel. :-) And Judd was the bomb back then. What happened to him, anyway?
Amulet: All I have to say to you is "shut it...bitches."
Ally: no no, YOU'RE MY hero. :-)
LMB: THANKS for stopping by...and for the compliment! I could watch Breakfast Club every day...and did for awhile.
Okay, are you shy around boys or not? I was left a tad unfulfilled by your answer.
Egan -- sounds like the story of your life, man.
I've been remiss in my reading. I have a cramp from laughing at your last answer.
Although it might be from chugging ice cold Starbucks Frappuccino.
:::belch:::
Nah, it's definitely the scar story. Hee.
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