As I was complaining about this a couple of weeks ago on twitter, my friend Kris from Pretty All True asked me if I would answer a few questions and post them here if she sent them to me in an email.
Does a bear shit in the woods? Of course I would!
Later that evening I received a lovely email from Kris. In it contained ten random and thought provoking questions.
I have decided to share a few of the questions along with my answers today and the others sometime next week.
A bit of a tease, I know, but I like to be a tease so just deal with it!
OK. Enough of my inane babbling... On to the questions!
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1) You pop two slices of bread into the toaster. The toast burns . . . not badly, but it’s burned. Do you scrape off the burned part or start over?
This depends. My definition of 'burnt toast' is probably different than others.
If you're talking charcoal black? That's a definite start over. I can not eat charcoal. Nor would I force anyone else to. Unless you piss me off. Then all the shit I make for you will be burnt beyond recognition.
If you're talking dark, dark brown? Scrape it. Butter it and act like no burning ever happened.
If you're talking dark brown? Butter that toast and eat it!
2) Tell me about something in your life that makes you unhappy that you have the ability to change.
There is more than one thing that I could answer here.
I am unhappy with our current living situation.
I am unhappy that I don't drive.
I am unhappy being so far away from my family.
I guess out of those, the one that I have the ability to change right now would be not being able to drive. There is no reason that I don't drive. I just never got my license. I have regretted it more than once. It sucks to not be able to just grab my things and go. Go to the store. Go for a ride. Go see Randall in the hospital. I hate depending on other people for a ride. And the bus can be a joke sometimes. Although the bus does give me some independence.
3) Imagine that after you are gone, your daughter will be given the gift of seeing a single 5 minute period from your life through your eyes, feeling and experiencing those moments as you did when they occurred. What five minutes would you have her see?
When I initially read this question, the first moment that popped into my head was the day she was born. But honestly? I was so doped up I have trouble remembering that day myself. I mean, I remember but there isn't a lot of detail to any of it.
After some thought, I think I would want her to see the very first day that Randall and I met in person.
I want her to feel my nervousness. Feel the butterflies that fluttered around my stomach as I finished packing the things I needed for my trip. I want her to see and feel how scared I was. See how scared I was to travel across the country to meet a man I had only ever talked to on the phone. I want her to feel my worry as I thought that maybe I was making a huge mistake in traveling so far from home. I want her to feel the intense love I have for this man even though I have only known him a handful of months.
I want her to feel the excitement as I walk from the plane to the gate. To see the smile that lit up the face of the man who would eventually be her father. To feel the love in the giant bear hug he wrapped me in. I want her to feel the relief I felt from realizing in that moment that a mistake had not been made.
I want her to see and feel my realization that I had found the man who I would be with for the rest of my life.
I want her to feel my ecstatic happiness.
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I think I will only post these 3 today as my responses are a little wordy {meaning that if I posted all of the questions, this post would be super long and no one would read it}. Told you I was a tease!
Thanks again to Kris for sending these questions to me.
If you haven't met Kris yet go check her out at her house, Pretty All True.
She is one of the best bloggers out there.
She will make you laugh 'til you almost pee one day and cry the next.
She is awesome!
GO!
I promise you will not be sorry!
2 comments:
add some cinnamon/sugar to that brown toast, YUM
Stasha?
You are fabulous, babe. I love your answers. The toast, though? No way am I scraping toast . . . if scraping is required, then I did not make toast. I made a dog biscuit. "Yay!" say the dogs.
I will also tell you that my mother did not have a driver's license until I was about 12 years old. For most of my childhood, she was dependent on my father or on the kindness of others for a ride . . . anywhere. You are not in a position like my mother's, but babe? You should have a driver's license.
And the five minutes you would share with your daughter?
Well, that's just perfect. Nothing else to say. Just perfect.
I am so glad you answered these!
Can't wait to see the next ones.
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