"And you are...?" Blog Hop

So-- neat stuff is happening today!  I'm participating in Emily & Tammy's "And You Are..." blog hop!

How does it work, eh?  Welp, participants are to answer the questions below, and then Emily and Tammy (with the help of their personal assistant, David Spade) will read through all of our answers and pick three people to win a Christmas present!  Isn't this fun!  So much fun is happening right now, I can hardly stand it.

Without further ado-- the questions!

1. How many speeding tickets have you gotten?  I have received ONE speeding ticket.  It was also the only time I've ever been pulled over.  I had just turned 20 years old-- Garrett and I were driving back to Minnesota from California and, if you've ever driven through Nevada-- it's flat, brown and boring.  Well, another car and I were going 25 mph over the speed limit (we both got pulled over!)-- the officer ticketed me... we drove on... And, I never paid it.  Yep, that's right.  No Vegas trips for me-- I probably have a bench warrant somewhere outside of Reno.

2. Can you pitch a tent?  Why does my mind go straight to the gutter on this one?  But, yes, I can pitch a tent.  A real tent.  Not the pervy one that is currently making me giggle.  I don't have the parts for that.  Garrett on the other hand....

3. What was your worst vacation ever?  Yikes.  Umm...  My last trip to California (2 years--ish ago) was about 50 kinds of awful.  Good thing I'm not telekinetic---  I probably would've gone Carrie on a bunch of shit.

4. What was the last thing you bought over $100?  Groceries?  Haha.  I never buy anything-- this is hard.  Oh!  The last singular item that I bought over $100 dollars was this "sit-n-stand" stroller right after Abram was born.  (It looked neat-- both kids could fit on it.)  Wanna know how many times I've used it?  Once.  ONE FREAKING TIME. 


5. We're handing you the keys to what?  The fully furnished flat in London that you just purchased for me... Oh?  And what was that?  Here's a credit card, put all of my expenses on it?  Just write and enjoy the city?  How thoughtful of you!  

6. What was the last meal you cooked that made even you sick?  Not to toot my own horn (toot toot!) or anything, but I'm a wizard in the kitchen.  I really can't remember anything within the last year or so that I've made that  came out awful.  When I was a kid, my sister used to have me prepare her summer sausage a la mode.  (Summer sausage "sauteed"with Lawry's and worsheschire sauce.)  She lurved it, but the thought of it makes me want to toss my cookies.

7. Fill in the blank: Oh my gosh! Becky, look at her butt! It is so big. She looks like  ____? one of them rap guy's girlfriends.  AKA- Kimmy K cuz she's datin' Kanyeeee.

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8. What was your first car?  Connie the Contour.  I was 19 years old (the age I was when I got my license-- I'm a late bloomer.)  Connie was a bitch!  She was always over heating.  ALWAYS.  I had to drive 30 minutes (an hour if there was traffic) to and from work in the middle of the summer with my heat on.  Who knew your eyelids could sweat?  Anyway, her final jab came on Thanksgiving Day 2005 when she decided to go to car heaven and leave us stranded in our college town  for the holiday.  Sarah and I manged to round up 3 other stragglers, and thanks to my Mom-- who purchased a Thanksgiving meal for us over the phone from a local grocery store-- the 5 of us feasted.  It was a blast!  Who had the last laugh, eh Connie!?  That's right.  Don't mess with the kitchen wizard!  Ya hear?

9. Your best friend falls and gets hurt. Do you ask if he/she's okay or laugh first?  I'd like to pretend I'd laugh and be all, "Har har har you silly devil, falling and stuff."  But, honestly, I'd rush to their side completely calm, cool, collected-- in "Mom-Mode" and make sure they were okay.  Really, really okay.  Not the kind-of-okay-though-my-arm-might-be-broken-but-I'm-going-to-grin-and-bear-it-because-I-don't-want-to-look-like-a-wuss type of okay.  But, legitimately okay.  Once I knew they weren't hurt-- then I'd laugh.  And possibly reenact their shenanigans for their entertainment.

10. What's the worst song ever?  Holy crap, I hate this question.  There is an infinite amount of shitty songs out there.  (Have you attempted to listen to the radio?  It's scary!)  That Beauty and the Beast or whatever  it's called song by Justin Bieber is prettyreally terrible.  Anything that feature's Niki Minaj (worthless) rapping about wanting to get up on that little boys "Weinerz but she better watch out for Selenerz" makes me wish for a death, or at least some type of momentary power outage.