With that being said, my creativity is still lacking. Blame the bitter cold. In the thirty minutes that I've been at my computer the temperature has actually dropped two degrees. Currently we have a reading of -11°F. Yes, that is a negative sign sitting arrogantly in front of the eleven. I walked to the post office and little grocer yesterday. I thought it was foolish to warm up the car for just a 2 block hop, skip and a jump. My tushy, in spite of all the blubber layering, didn't manage to lose the chill for a couple hours. What's really shocking is that my fingers and toes didn't lose circulation and turn deathly white. The vascular gods were with me in my somewhat foolish endeavor.
Wow! For a gal with nothing to say I sure as hell babbled on. What's really on the agenda today is this meme I found on Ms. Janey's blog, Confessions of a Middle-Aged Suburban Diva.
1. Do you have a former lover who you feel is “the one who got away”?
Well, he was never a lover, but in hindsight he's most definitely the one that should have been. But I was young. I had no clue how to be a girlfriend and my emotions were all spent on losing my mother.
2. Do you have a nickname? If yes, do you like it?
My original nickname that was present on some things my dad had written was Rissy. Which I would have preferred because none of the neighborhood kids' grandma's had a schnauzer named that. Instead, my family called me Missy. Only family members and some very close friends can call me that and not cause me to cringe. Now people call me Riss or Rissa. Neither of which I mind. I joke around that you can call me whatever you want, but never call me a bad mother.
3. Did you go to theater, museums, or art galleries growing up?
Without a doubt. Living an hour or so from Chicago always made field trips exciting. The Museum of Science and Industry was a regular staple for grade school kids. The smell of the Mold-A-Rama Lincoln heads being formed is embedded in my nasal cavity. In sixth grade I was fortunate enough to see The Nutcracker Suite at McCormick Place with classmates. I remember going on a Saturday. It was really a thrill.
Though I have no distinct memory of it, I'm sure we went to the Art Institute of Chicago and various other art museums. My father had attended art school. So it would seem logical that he'd want his children exposed to the culture, as well.
4. What shoes are you wearing right at this moment?
5. What do people who know you think is your best feature?
A better question is: What's not to love about you? HA! OK, seriously, I know my boobs are not something that can be ignored. That doesn't make them my best feature. Hell, I don't know. I used to have great hair. Now it's blah and thinning but I don't know that other people notice it. My smile? Is that too common? Hell, you tell me. What's my best feature?
Veggies and more veggies. I can do without meat. The crust should be hearty enough to withstand the weight of the toppings, but not so thick that it's the only thing you taste. In fact, I don't even require red sauce as the base. Olive oil infused with garlic and other aromatic herbs is even better. Then. layer on the vegetables and a healthy amount of cheese. By healthy I mean pile it on.
7. Do you believe people who curse generally do so because of a lack of vocabulary?
Cursing is akin to saying "like" and "ya know what I mean?" or "dude!" In those instances I do believe it may be a lack of learned vocabulary skills.
However, I curse because I can. I'm more prone to swearing when I'm ridiculously pissed off and on a rant or I'm comfortable with the company I'm keeping.
8. How well do you sing?
I do all right for myself. I suck at Karaoke. When I do it I suddenly become Bill Murray's SNL character Nick Winters: Lounge Singer. Put me in a choir and that's where I seem to shine.
9. How well do you get along with your family?
As long as there is Facebook, email and texting I'd say we'll be just fine.