Appetizer
When was the last time you had your hair cut/trimmed?
It’s been quite awhile as I’ve been growing out layers. Right now I’m holding off on cutting it only because my stylist asked me to be her model for a spa makeover in early August. If I don’t hear from her soon, though, I may just chop it off myself. :P
Soup
Name one thing you miss about being a child.
I’ll do better than that. Here are *ten* things I miss about being a child:
- Being completely in the moment and not at all mired in the past or worried about the future.
- Going barefoot everywhere. Grass, mud, asphalt, rocks: I had tough little feet.
- Riding my bike in that wild pump-pump-pump, fly-down-hills, hair-flapping-in-the-wind sort of way.
- Curling up with a book for the whole day - preferably in a patted down burrow in the tall grass (How I was never snake-bitten is beyond me) or in “my” treehouse (which was actually built by my brother and then mostly abandoned).
- Spinning around and around until I got dizzy, then falling in a laughing heap. (LOL, I don’t think I could do that now.)
- Playing on crazy playground equipment that would never make it past the fussy moms and school boards now: tall metal slides that you had to slide down faaaast to avoid burning your legs; rubber swings with metal chains that made a lovely rhythmic clanking noise when you got a swing going; metal monkey bars with asphalt underneath so if you fell you were assured at least a scraped knee; old wooden teeter-totters that some kid would always roll off while you were in the air, sending you flailing to a jarring collision with the ground. And merry-go-rounds that went so fast you had to hold on with both hands to keep from flying off! Man, they don’t make playgrounds like they used to.
- Lunch boxes! Peanut butter sandwiches, carrot sticks, potato chips, Little Debbie snack cakes. The old-school thermoses with the screw-on caps that doubled as cups that you could pretend to be drinking coffee from because they had handles like coffee cups.
- Summer vacation lasted for freaking ever. Months and months and months. And they were actual vacations.
- Sleepovers: lying on the living room floor in our sleeping bags; staying up late; giggling til we got yelled at by someone’s groggy-grumpy dad; freaking each other out with Bloody Mary and light as a feather, stiff as a board; ooh, and Truth or Dare (when the worst it ever got was having to admit who you had a crush on).
- Meeting = gathering on the playground with your friends … Deadline = when you have to turn in your desert diorama with little hand-made tumbleweeds … Bills = duck mouths … CVs, resumes, transcripts = What are those? … Car maintenance = washing it with the hose and a bucket of suds in your bathing suit … Cleaning = just your room
Salad
Pick one: butter, margarine, olive oil.
Depends. Baking? unsalted sweet butter. Sauteeing veggies? olive oil. Corn on the cob? margarine.
Main Course
If you could learn another language, which one would you pick, and why?
I want to learn Spanish - really, really learn it! I studied it for five years in school and can do passably well on paper, but I’m useless in a conversation. If you know anyone in town who speaks well and would like to help me do better, please let me know! I’ll cook/buy dinner in exchange for dinner conversation en espanol. :)
Dessert
Finish this sentence: In 5 years I expect to…
* have my MBA and be thinking about or working on a PhD or DBA.
* be making at least half over again as much as my current salary.
* have had a little sister or brother for AB.