My friend Kwizgiver was interviewed by one of her blog buddies and I figured I was brave enough to try it too! So here are the questions she gave me.
1. How nervous are you to speak in front of an audience? (I'm thinking of you being interviewed by the local news for your job) Let's just say that if you sit in the first row (and maybe the second) or if you're interviewing me, don't wear your favorite pair of Jimmy Choo's because they WILL get thrown up on. Sorry. That's just how it is.
2. Would you rather be Miss America for a year, win an Oscar or win a Grammy? And why? It's a close race between an Oscar and a Grammy, but I think Oscar wins by a nose. Despite the fact that I have horrible stage fright, I have always wanted to act. I even took Drama in high school. I was told I was pretty good at it, when I forgot to be queasy.
3. President Obama would like you to be his advisor for... what? The Arts. I would love to be the advisor that helps him decide which arts programs need grants & government assistance. And how cool would it be to basically get paid to read, watch movies, listen to music, and go to the theater.
4. What t.v. show would you like to have to watch every day for the rest of your life? CSI - Las Vegas or New York. Or Bones. Or Criminal Minds. What can I say? I like watching the good guys catch the bad guys.
5. Would you rather wear a sombrero or a clown cone hat for a week? (no, you can't wear your tiara) I'll go with the sombrero and secretly wear my tiara underneath. So there. :P
Want to play too? Here's how:
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. (I get to pick the questions).
3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.
I’m 40 years old and for the first time in my life, I went to the movies alone. Seriously. I know. Half of you are shocked that this is the first time I’ve done it and the other half are shocked that actually did it. I’m kind of shocked too.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind being alone. Heck I lived alone for about four years and loved it. There are just a few things that I don’t really like to do alone. Going to the movies was pretty much the last one I hadn’t done yet. There are several things that brought it about.
The movie. I’ve read all of Stephenie Meyer’s books. Including her latest that isn’t in the TWILIGHT series, THE HOST. I love the way she writes. I think she is a very talented author and can’t wait for more of her books to come out.
A vampire. If you talk to anyone that knows me for any length of time, they will eventually reveal what some would call my unhealthy fascination with vampires. Yup, I’m a fan of the vamps. I like reading about them, I like watching movies about them, and I even like writing about them. I am such a fan that I even attempted to read Anne Rice’s vampire series despite the fact that I absolutely loathe her writing. I got through the first five before I had to stop. I’ve even been known to read children’s & young adult books or watch anime. The former being how I found Stephenie Meyer. Or I should say was open to reading her books because Cleggy is the one that found her for me. Instead of merely tolerating my almost obsession, he likes to make me happy by finding new authors for me to read. Thanks again, Cleggy.
The mini road trip. To find a theater still showing TWILIGHT, I had to travel over 19 miles. This was actually a good thing. For the most part, I am a homebody. I don’t mind staying home and usually prefer it. Most of the time. There is a tiny voice in the back of my head that apparently represents the small restless side of me. Usually that voice is easily ignored, but sometimes it’s hard to push aside what it wants. The desire to grab my keys and just hit the road in any direction can be almost irresistible. And when I do give in to that desire, it’s even harder to resist the thought of just never going home again. To go someplace new and be someone new.
So off I went a little after noon today. I purposefully took a route that put me on the highway to feed that desire for open road. I was thrilled by the thought of going somewhere I’ve never been before and doing it all alone. Liking the movie was just a bonus.
Yes, I liked the movie. I thought it progressed well and understandably despite having to leave out parts of the book. I mean only a true fan would sit through a movie taken word for word from the book. I was even thrilled that they included several of my favorite lines. I was only disappointed once when they changed a scene slightly and bypassed one of very favorite lines in the entire series. I mean it can’t be everyone’s favorite, right?
The theater was nice and the bargain show only cost me $5. The crowd even pleasantly surprised me. I expected teens & pre-teens with the occasional mother who did the driving. There was a small group of 4 pre-teens. A few more teenagers in sets of 2 or 3. And the rest were adults ranging from 20 to 50. I was not the oldest one there and not the only one alone. There was even a Goth teen there that made me smile. What made me laugh out loud was the comment she made to me on the way out.
I’ve now seen the movie I’ve been dying to see since it came out just before Thanksgiving. I had a little adventure and quieted that restless voice for a little while. I won’t kid myself. That voice will pipe up again soon. It’s been so long since I took it on a real trip (moving does NOT count). Not since Cleggy & I took a small trip a few years ago. Family and work obligations along with a general lack of extra money have kept us from setting off on another adventure. But I live in hope that we’ll get back to that cabin with the fireflies eventually.
On Saturday, January 31st, the MDA office where I work will be at Grapevine Mills Mall before dawn to host the 2009 MDA DFW Stride & Ride.
My goal is to send at least one kid to camp. Thanks to MDA that only costs $800. That's amazing for one week at a barrier-free camp. Kids who spend the other 51 weeks of the year in a wheelchair or leg braces get a chance to swim, canoe, ride horses, and even ride on a zip line.
Please make a donation and help me reach my goal! Remember that any size donation is appreciated. So give what you can and what your heart leads you to give. $5, $10, or whatever you can. And then feel proud of the fact that together we're providing help and hope to kids and adults served by MDA in our community.
For yet another year there was no party, no crowds, and no special kiss at midnight for me. And no regrets either. Okay, well maybe just a few little ones about the lack of a kiss, but I’ll live. :P
Instead of braving crowds of drunken revelers, I went to my best friend’s house. Betty (Mistress Violet), her husband, their two boys, and I made our own party. Complete with party hats, noise makers, and champagne for toasting. No one panic. I only had two very tiny sips.
I arrived at their house about 8:30. Betty and I spent some time catching up since it had been nearly two weeks since we last saw each other. Yes we do talk daily via text messages, emails, IM’s, and phone calls, but that’s not the point. :P
Then we rounded up the guys and played the American Idol karaoke game. Yeah, you read that right. I managed to wriggle my way out of playing. For the first round. I was not so lucky for rounds two & three. Yeah, you read that right too. I sang. In front of people. Without evidence of force.
You know what is even crazier? I WON!!! Both rounds two & three. No kidding. Here’s proof of my round two winning…
We also played Dance, Dance Revolution. Okay, they played. I did get a legitimate pass on that one due to the ongoing back trouble that hasn’t quite been taken care of yet. Still it was sure fun to watch.
In the midst of our revelry, we paused to watch the ball drop & have a champagne toast. (Remember there is no panicking allowed here.) What did we toast to? Good health & happiness. And love. Always love. Hmmm, maybe I’ll get that kiss next year. Maybe. :)
