A little while ago the lovely Runningwithoutsocks made me all shirty and blushy by letting me know that she dug my blog.
And what do you know? The feeling is completely mutual.
Her blog is terrifically awesome sauce, and I really encourage you to go and check out her stuff.
She was also fab enough to pass along some questions that I was encouraged to answer if I should wish.
And I do. I do so wish.
So as my knackered little bones sink down into the recesses of our big comfy couch, I present to you, dear readers, my answers:
If you could have any super power, what would it be and why?
Oof. This questions has (and will continue to) plague me for years. Because on one hand, it HAS to be the ability to fly, doesn’t it? I mean, I’ve been having flight dreams since as far back as I can remember, and it has always been soul-crushing to wake up and realize that I don’t have this ability in real life.
But on the other hand, invisibility would be AMAZING. As would the ability to read minds.
You see? This is why I totally suck at this game.
Can I just wish for more wishes?
Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
This is another hard one. It’s hard to paint a concrete picture, because in all honesty, I have no idea what the next six months, let alone five years has in store.
So I will say this: I will be with the love of my life, and we will most likely have produced a little human being. I will be a world-famous stand-up comedian, and M will be an internationally renowned curriculum developer.
It’s either that or shacked up in an chalet somewhere high up in the Pennine Alps, raising large families of St. Bernards and eating a crap ton of Gruyere cheese.
Chocolate or vanilla?
I once ate a Mars bar covered in ants.
I was two years old at the time, but I’d like to think that little girl still lives somewhere inside of me.
Ooer. Also a hard one. I have many favourites: A Fish Called Wanda, Love Actually, The Bourne Trilogy, Forgetting Sarah Marshall, Three Colours (though White is my favourite), Amelie, Never Let Me Go, La Femme Nikita, The Fifth Element…
I COULD GO ON.
But, if I was told that I was going to be sent to a deserted island and I could only bring one movie with me, then no question, it would be The Big Lebowski.
I love this movie more than I can properly communicate. Nothing will ever be more brilliant, or as funny as this film.
Summer or winter?
Summer. No contest.
Sundresses, hiking, biking, patios, cold drinks, warm nights, barbeques, beach days, sunglasses, the smell of sunscreen and sand, running in the early morning…
GET HERE NOW DAMN YOU!
What’s your fondest childhood memory?
Yowza. This is a toughie.
I have a million and a half memories that all could easily qualify for top billing.
I’ll share just one: driving around with my two sisters in our old brown van, singing out hearts out to The Beatles’ “Drive My Car.” It’s nearing the end of the school years, so the weather is warm and sunny. I’m in grade six, Jess is in grade four, and Kate is in grade eleven. Kate has just bought us slurpees and my cheeks hurt from smiling.
Remembering everything about this scene just feels like pure happiness.
Ack! Also too many. Franz Ferdinand, Hot Chip, Kaiser Chiefs, Queen, Pink Floyd, Simon and Garfunkel, Peter, Bjorn, and John, Matt Anderson, The Rolling Stones.
This question is impossible!
But to pull out the desert island reference again, I’ll have to go with The Beatles.
Because THE BEATLES.
If you could live in any city in the world, which one would you choose and why?
Probably Edinburgh. I loved living in the UK and this was my favourite city that we visited. I would go back in a heartbeat.
What do you dream about?
My dreams are CRACKED. I don’t want to scare anyone off so I’m pleading the fifth on this one.
Your most distinguished trait (could be physical or character trait – or both!)
I feel like I should leave this one up to the judgement of someone else.
Character trait(s) – my passion, dedication, and drive.
Psysical – my long hair and even longer legs (which allow me to tower over people.)
Why did you start blogging?
Because of said passion. And because if I didn’t find a way of communicating all the thoughts running around my head on a daily basis I would have run off to the woods never to be seen from again.
(Until, that is, Werner Herzog decided to make a documentary about my life.)
So there you have it you fab chaps!
In lieu of the regular Friday Fry-Up, a little insight into my mad self.
We’ll be back to our regular scheduled program next week.
In the meantime, drop me a line highlighting your answers.
I will read and relish them, as I rest awhile.