OK, it’s not really Barbara Walters, it’s Eclectic. And I don’t know whether she wants to or not, because I asked her to. Because most of what I have to say these days is some variation of “WTF is wrong with me?” and because you all must be even more bored with that than I am, I decided to do a meme. These are five questions from Eclectic, and my answers:
1. If you could trade places with any human (but not human AND divine, only human), past or present, for a day, who would you choose?
These questions are too tough already. Because of the way my brain works. For the same reason I hate multiple choice tests. I see too many possibilities, and it is painful for me to narrow it down to one. So I won’t. Since it’s just for a day . . . I would want to be Mary Magdalene, because I would want to know what it’s like to be that close to Jesus. I would also trade places with Mother Teresa (when she was alive), because I would like to feel what it feels like to be that other-centered. Plus if we traded places, she’d be here with Jif and LG, and they could use a day with a woman who is completely other-centered. Not a lot of that happening here these days. And I would also switch with Oprah for a day, because I would LOVE to give away money and stuff the way she does. Plus, while she was living my life, she’d get that cute Nate Birkus in here to redecorate. Oh, and if trading places with me meant that she’d have WTF, she would use all her money and power and probably get fixed right up.
2. What blows your dress up? In other words, what makes you feel happy like a little girl on a swingset?
Excuse me? Blows my dress up? I hadn’t heard that one. Although I do still like to wear a wee-dress occasionally. That’s not a tiny dress or a dress that I pee in, it’s the kind of dress that flares up when you spin around, and you have to go, “Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” when you do that. What was the question?
One of the happiest moments I remember is being at Lake MacDonald in Glacier National Park, walking down to the lake, looking down through the clear water at the beautiful stones, and telling Jif, “It’s been nice, but I live here now.” So, being in a beautiful place with someone I love, that would do it. I also love hours of very silly laughter while dining with girlfriends. I don’t do that often enough. And being with LG when she discovers new things that she finds wonderful — a certain writer, a smell-good lotion, a new food. Little things. And the dog doing silly things. He HATES it when we play any sort of card game. The other night we were playing Apples to Apples, and I was in the recliner, with a blanket over me. Biscuit was barking at all of us as he always does when we are holding cards. All of a sudden, he jumped right up on top of me and grabbed my cards out of my hand and started running around the room. We were all laughing like little girls.
3. Pretzels, chips or popcorn?
Not pretzels. I can leave pretzels sitting around here indefinitely. I do love chips, but I have them very rarely, because I would eat them all. I think (rightly or wrongly) that popcorn is healthier, so that’s what I eat the most of. A few times a month, popcorn. But if I had even less self-discipline than I actually do (that would equal none), then it would be chips.
4. If you were at work and the fire alarm went off unexpectedly, would you exit the building immediately, go across the hall and offer assistance at the daycare, or keep your attention on your client and ignore the alarm until notified that it’s not a drill?
This one’s pretty easy. I would go across the hall and offer help getting the little turkey farmers out. I would also take my client with me and direct him or her to help get the children out, and I would consider that part of the therapy. Few things are better for a person’s mental health than forgetting self for a time and helping someone else.
5. What is your favorite color?
I never like this question, because I can’t answer it. (See response to #1.) For the longest time, my favorite color was green. Then it became purple. Then the two together. I still like them. I like jewel tones. Red (blue-red, not orange-red), turquoise, sapphire. For clothing, I mostly like jewel tones, and black. And most pinks. I like some pastels, especially periwinkle and limey greens. That’s all for clothing. I do not wear yellow or orange, because to do so would be to run the risk of being mistaken for a corpse and accidentally embalmed. (I hate when that happens.)
I do like yellows and golds for decorating, though. They’re happy colors in a house, but not on my person.
And here are the rules for this here meme:
If you want to play:
1. Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me,” but be more polite than that, please. See previous post.
2. I will respond by emailing you five questions of my choosing. They may be very boring, or terribly intrusive and in questionable taste. Oh, and make sure I have your email address, or that would just really annoy the hell out of me.
3. You must update your blog with the answers to the questions. Whether you like them or not.
4. You have to include this explanation, and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions, yadda yadda yadda.
So, let me know if you want some questions. And I have NO idea how long it will take me to get them to you, but I will. And happily.