March 7th, 2005

10 things about me

from LQ:

Coke or Pepsi? Dr. Pepper. When I was a kid, we couldn’t get DP up north when we’d visit relatives, and that was the worst form of deprivation EVER. If we can’t get DP when we move whereever we move, I might cry. Diet Dr. Pepper, by the way, really does taste more like regular Dr. Pepper.

Chunky or smooth peanut butter? Smooth. I’ll eat chunky, I just don’t normally buy it. It always shreds the bread. (We used to call that “Wondercide.”)

White or wheat? All of it. I buy loaves of wheat bread for sandwiches and toast, I make French bread, and I pick up yummy sourdough when I want a nice loaf with dinner. I don’t like rye, but just about everything else is welcome. Cheese bread, nut bread, sweet bread….all of it.

Vanilla or chocolate ice cream? Vanilla. It just goes so well with everything. Especially if it’s Mexican Vanilla ice cream. Sweet cream is also good.

Perfect “after sex food”? Don’t usually eat after sex. But if I had to pick something that I could imagine being the perfect ASF, I’d say fine chocolate—a small, very rich, very decadent, very delicious piece of gourmet chocolate.

Butter or margarine? Butter. Butter, butter, butter. I buy margarine only for toast.

Coffee, tea, or neither? Coffee. Espresso. Cappuccino. I do like tea, and Aveda makes a great uncaffeinated blend, but coffee is how I start every day.

Sweet or dill pickles? Both, definitely. Also, I like bread and butter pickles. LQ is right about craving the sweet little gherkins, but there’s nothing like a crisp dill pickle with a great sandwich. Mmmm. It’s definitely lunch time.

Supidest thing a boy told me that I believed? When I was four, my brother told me that, when you were finished with your chewing gum, you should stick it on your forehead. We were on a road trip and I fell asleep after taking his advice. I spent most of that night in the bathtub while my mom tried every method in the book to get the gum out of my hair. And then she cut off all my hair because she couldn’t.

What do you want to be when you grow up? Happy. Content. A mother. A grandmother. A writer and a teacher and role model. What I do to make the rent is peanuts compared to those.

comments

Chewing gum on your head? How cruel.

yeh, that’s what brothers do. i’m sure he’ll add his own comment, protesting his innocence or some such, but he was eight. he should have been nicer.

and when i tell this story now, he cracks up laughing. like almost-can’t-breathe laughing. obviously didn’t learn his lesson.

Glad I never had a brother! :)

Heh, Diet DP DOES totally taste like regular. I actually said that once, compeltely in earnest to a cashier. He looked at me like I was a moron.

Wondercide…heheh. Also, the chewing gum story brought back tearful memories…sadly, it was just me, and I didn’t have a brother I could blame my bright ideas on.

It wasn’t only me who convinced you to put the gum on your head…our cousin Paul was there too, if you’ll recall…

…and I’m thinking that you were three, so I was seven…does that make it better? And I am laughing now with sweet remembrance :)

Yes, yes, blame it on Paul. And I don’t think a year’s difference makes you look any better—after all, I was even younger and more helpless and you were still old enough to know the destructive nature of gum.