In what I can only call an act of pure insanity, Lindsey issued an invitation this week: 11 Questions With 11 Answers Challenge. All I can think is she isn’t stressing AT ALL about her wedding tomorrow. I said not to get too stressed. I didn’t say no stress at all.
Oh well. Who am I to complain? I get to do another challenge and everyone knows I just can’t get enough. However…I do my share to spread the blog love so while I will answer her 11 questions, I’m going to pass on playing tag with 11 other bloggers.
Chains of any sort give me the ewwws. So there. I’m a rule breaker. But I’m still gonna play!
1. What do you say when someone sneezes and do you expect them to say thank you in return?
I steal a line from Seinfeld and say, “you are so good looking.” No one ever gets it. Since no one ever gets, I do not expect a thank you. I settle for a raised eyebrow.
2. If you could invite any seven people to dinner (alive or dead, fictional or real) who would it be?
I’m going to answer this one without thinking and just ride the spontaneity train: Karl Urban, Steve Martin, Cary Grant, Leonardo daVinci, Stephen King, Barak Obama, and Harry Bosch. Yes, that’s right. NO WOMEN! That’s a dinner party for another night. *wink wink*
3. Favorite fictional character from a book?
Jason Bourne. And I’d be the ultra-sexy, smart, secret spy in shades who saves his life at least 11 times. And I’d play her in the movie, too. But only if Matt Damon comes back to play Bourne.
4. Favorite Fairy Tale?
The Princess and the Pea. And in a surprising twist, I’m the pea. I never wanted to be a Princess. Not even as a little girl. I never wanted to be a pea, either. But somewhere along the way I garnered a reputation as someone who could be a tad demanding. So totally not true as anyone who really knows me knows if I’m any kind of vegetable, I’m a carrot.
5. If you could say one thing to America, what would it be?
Learn math. Democrat math. Not Republican math. Republican math just doesn’t add up.
6. How would you like to be remembered?
As someone who gave a fuck.
7. If you could have experienced another time period, which would you choose?
The 1940s when EVERYONE got dressed for dinner. And when I say dressed I mean darling little cocktail dress and bling, bling, bling. Oh. And a hat.
8. Desert island question – one food, one friend, one movie…who/what would you pick?
Filet Mignon drizzled in extra virgin olive oil, sea salt and freshly ground black pepper and cooked to the rare side of medium-rare. What can I say? I like my meat.
My one friend would have to me my Mister. Especially if he packs his suit that makes him have a passing resemblance to Karl Urban. (No, I’m not going to explain.)
Movie? Something’s Gotta Give — Diane Keaton at her finest. I could watch that movie every day forever.
9. If you could pick only one mode of transportation for the rest of your life what would it be?
Porsche 911 GT. Black. Convertible.
10. Name three places you need to go to before you die.
France, Italy, California. Italy is next May and June and my bag is already packed. Yes, ONE BAG. And it’s a carry-on, too. The Mister doesn’t think I can do it…which is the very reason why I can. *raised eyebrow and pursed lips*
11. Tell me about a time when a teacher truly inspired you.
I have yet to meet a teacher who inspired me. How sad is that? What kind of commentary is THAT on public eduction? I can tell you I had a teacher that I really liked a lot. He let me take independent study in economics, which I passed with flying colors, and he let me drive his little MG around the school parking lot. To this day I don’t know why he let me drive his car. I don’t think the short mini had anything to do with it.
And so with this post…and today’s, you know all there is to know about me. Well, almost. Like lingerie, it’s best to leave a little something to the imagination.