I’m sick of bitching about various and sundry relatives, so I meme. Feel free to play along.
Accent: Well, I don’t think I have one, but I think I’m kidding myself, since I grew up in Massachusetts, a bit west of Boston. I also lived in England and I’ve been married to a Canadian for six years. I have bizarre pronunciations of some words.
Booze: Guinness, and not that super-cooled crap either. Red wine, as long as it’s not too sweet. Maker’s Mark. Jameson’s. Plymouth Gin and tonic. And, vile though it may be, Red Bull and vodka. I cannot wait until I can drink again.
Chore I Hate: Pretty much all of them, but I really hate doing the dishes.
Dog or Cat: One of each, both dumb as a box of rocks. But nice.
Essential Electronics: Computer. Preferably the G5.
Favorite Perfume: Mademoiselle by Chanel and Chanel #5, although I think being pregnant is fucking with the last one because lately, when I wear it, it smells funky after an hour or two.
Gold or Silver: Yellow gold, preferably studded with saphhires.
Hometown: Auburn, Massachusetts
Insomnia: Not so much right now, but I do get it and it annoys the fuck out of me.
Job Title: Chief cook and bottle washer, chauffeur, general dogsbody. Oh, and administrative assistant. Whoopee.
Kids: Three, soon to be four, god help me.
Living arrangements: House that I own, for the first time in my life, with one husband, two of the three kids, one dog and one cat. And a mouse whose days are numbered.
Most admirable traits: Um, according to my sister, I don’t have any. I think I’m loyal, sometimes to a fault.
Number of sexual partners: Enough that I know what I’m doing.
Overnight hospital stays: Three, for three babies.
Phobias: None, really. I don’t like heights, but it’s more of a “Urgh, I’m going to throw up” than a paralyzing fear.
Quote: When they discover the center of the universe, a lot of people will be disappointed to discover they are not it. – Bernard Bailey
Religion: Happily agnostic.
Siblings: One opinionated sister.
Time I wake up: 5 a.m. during the week, around 7 on the weekends, depending on the Boo.
Unusual talent or skill: I don’t think I have one. I’m pretty ordinary.
Vegetables I love: I pretty much like them all.
Worst habit: Impatience
X-rays: Two broken fingers and a shitload of cavities.
Yummy foods I make: Lasagna, tacos (does that count as cooking?), chili, I’ll attempt just about anything, with varying degrees of success.
Zodiac sign: Scorpio. A seething intensity of emotional energy under a placid exterior. Yeah, that’s me.