ok, so it's my blog and I can choose to ask or answer whatever I do or don't want to at any given time, right!? So tonight I'm going to be finicky about my monday mission ("pickin' out the purple stuff" so to speak...)
there's more where that came from...- Do you have good friends in countries other than your own? Which is the furthest away? How did you meet them? What makes them such a great friend? um yeah... not that I don't consider argentina not a country of my own; it's just u:ber far away at the moment. I went down for a year in school [on an exchange of sorts]... then went down post-high school and lived there for another couple of years. Said years were very formative, especially spiritually as I was a rather new christian. So many of my original growths, understandings, decisions, and such revelations were made in the midst... I've got many very close, extra-special friends there that I miss greatly!
- Are there any models of automobile on the road that irritate you when you see them? I try really hard not to learn the names of said fugly vehicles... but I know they exist, and I cringe when I see them!
- When you were in school, did you ride the bus? Do you have any school bus horror stories? What really went on in the back seats anyway? THe first day of school was really the only trauma I have in connection with the large yellow vehicle. The driver at the time must have been 'on crack' or something, because despite the fact that it was the first day of school (and therefore you never know who all might be on your bus that you don't know about... but who knows where everyone lives, yet!) she didn't stop where I was told to get off. A good country block later she stopped. Ultimately interested in getting home, I got off there... keep in mind these 'country' blocks aren't something to be messed with... they mean business! For a first grader, who insisted on wearing her new fall clothes and was just informed by her teacher that she didn't know how to hold a pencil (though she'd been writing for over a year, without issue), that's one bugger of a walk. So much so, in fact, that mi madre was able to buzz all the way down here from Parkdale [once she noted I wasn't arriving home] and actually meet me just past where I should have gotten off in the first place!
- What sort of things should a woman never say to a man? hmmm, other than "hold my purse!"? I'm not sure... perhaps, "It's not you, it's me!", "I've gotta wash my hair...", "why aren't you more uxorious", and/or other lame rejections...?
- Do you have a favorite cartoon Super Hero? Who and why? *superhero music* Underdog! 'cause he's cute *sending virtual wink out to Hendrik* and the Underdog! *pre-teen sass* hello-o!?
- Just what does it take to make you happy? *sigh, followed by wide-eyed gaze* wow, that is one loaded question...
I'm gonna go with honesty & sincerity, as that seems to sum it up for me at the moment!
bonus: How can you wait anymore when you're wondering what you're waitin' for? *another deep sigh* where are you coming up with this stuff!? *looks around, suspiciously* ok, who put you up to this!?
