What? Did someone say it’s not Christmas anymore? All right, all right. I know I’ve been falling down on the blogging job a lot in the last
several months year or so. Usually it doesn’t matter too much, but I can’t stand coming here and still seeing Christmas on January 11. Mags is cute, but it’s time to push her down the page.
The question is, what should I write about? I don’t have any original ideas, but I recently stumbled across a meme site called Friday’s Feast. The site says, “Pull up a chair and dig in! Friday’s Feast is a meme of five questions cooked up by the chef each and every week. Enjoy!”
I thought it looked kinda fun. Let the digging in commence!
What is your middle name? Would you change any of your names if you could? If so, what would you like to be called?
Hey, wait a minute, that’s three questions right there! I guess it’s like a real restaurant—if you have an appetizer, you’re full by the time the main course arrives.
My middle name is Marie. It’s my mom’s middle name, and it was her mom’s too. When I was a kid I didn’t like my first name, but now I guess it’s okay. Even though I didn’t like it, I wouldn’t have changed it. But I know a kid who did just that. His name was Stacy, and he didn’t like having a girl’s name. So in about sixth grade, we came back from summer vacation and he was Steve—he’d legally changed it.
If you were a fashion designer, which fabrics, colors, and styles would you probably use the most?
A fashion designer? ME? Um yeah, right. Let’s see . . . I would design non-shrinking jeans that are long. I have a really hard time finding jeans in the first place, and then I’m afraid to let them go through the dryer so I’m always pulling them out. I hate hanging up wet clothes, but I hate flood pants even more. Also, Sharkey Jeans would not cause normal women to have muffin tops, and they wouldn’t have that horrendous gap at the back of the waistband.
What is your least favorite chore, and why?
Hands down, it’s putting laundry away. I don’t mind washing the clothes, and I don’t even mind folding them. But putting them away? Gah! Mostly it’s because J.P.’s side of the closet is crammed so full of stuff that there’s nowhere to put anything. I counted 38 polo/golf shirts one day last fall! Also? I think he has more shoes than I do, and stepping over/on them to get to the drawers and clothes bar is a real pain.
Where are you sitting right now? Name 3 things you can see at this moment.
I’m sitting in my usual spot on the couch, with my feet up on the ottoman/coffee table. I sit here so much that the couch now has a semi-permanent ass imprint. I see:
- Maggie sleeping in front of the fire.
- Conan O’Brien on the new HDTV that J.P. bought with his year-end bonus.
- The Christmas decorations that need to come down this weekend.
See? the blog isn’t the only place where Christmas has worn out its welcome.