Oh look, it’s another meme from Phantom Scribbler. Plus, I got tagged by Renée of Froggie Mom on the ‘weird facts about me’ meme, and these two dovetailed nicely.
Accent: Not that I know of, but when I first moved here I was told I had a Toronto accent. Eh?
Booze: Not usually. I’ll have a glass of wine or a beer on the odd social occasion, but alcohol is a big migraine trigger for me, and a three-day hangover is rarely worth it. My brother is slowly educating me on the world of good red wines.
Chore I hate: washing lettuce. (Really, I despise washing lettuce. Don’t mind washing peppers, or cukes, or whatever, but I really hate washing lettuce.) Cleaning the backyard of poop-dogs in the spring. Ironing. Making the bed.
Dog or cat: yes. One of each. I am admittedly a dog person, and not nearly so cruel to my pets as some people might have you believe.
Essential electronics: laptop. TV. Coffe maker. Hairdryer. Simon’s CD player for lullabyes.
Favorite cologne(s): eau de fresh-washed preschooler (tied for first with eau de fresh-washed Beloved).
Gold or silver: yes please. Rubies and diamonds, too. (My wedding rings are white gold with yellow gold detail, and my heirloom ring from my mother is white gold with a ruby.) But silver looks nice on me, too, especially in the summer.
Hometown: I was born in London, Ontario but after 18 years I guess I now call Ottawa home.
Insomnia: Sometimes. But not lately.
Job title: Senior communications advisor.
Kids: Yep. Two now, maybe more by this time next year???
Living arrangements: nuclear family with grandparents the perfect distance of a 20-minute walk away.
Most admirable trait: Infernal optimist.
Number of sexual partners: You really want to know? This is personal stuff – promise you won’t think me a tramp, okay? Three.
Overnight hospital stays: Two, one for each baby. Two nights for Tristan, one for Simon. Trips to the ER? Countless.
Phobias: This could be a whole post unto itself. Executive summary: things that grow (weeds, some more than others), things that rot (mould), things with wings or more than four legs (insects – again, some more than others; spiders are fine, but junebugs terrify me), things that go bump in the night, inanimate objects coming to life, lightswitches that don’t work…
Quote: “My theory on housework is, if the item doesn’t multiply, smell, catch fire, or block the refrigerator door, let it be. No one else cares. Why should you?” (Erma Bombeck)
Religion: Recovering Catholic.
Siblings: One brother, five years younger and six inches taller than me.
Time I wake up: Between five-thirty and six. Big improvements since daylight savings time, so much so I’m reluctant to see it in type!!
Unusual talent or skill: I can clap with one hand.
Vegetable I refuse to eat: Hmmm, nothing comes to mind. There are plenty of which I’m not overly fond, but I don’t think I’d outright refuse to eat any vegetable.
Worst habit: I leave things wherever I happen to be when I lose interest in them or get distracted by something else (as opposed to putting them away), and then become pathologically oblivious to them. I also hate clutter. This is a very bad combination.
X-rays: Teeth. Lungs for pneumonia. CAT scan for headaches when I was a teen. Probably various limbs during trips to the ER when I was a kid, but nothing stands out in my memory.
Yummy foods I make: Guacamole (my mother and Simon fight over it). Chicken fajitas on the barbeque. Peppered steak brochettes with grilled veggies.
Zodiac sign: If you’ve read more than three of my posts, this is almost as obvious as the question about how many kids I have. Leo, of course.
Damn, I love your quote. I need to get me some Erma Bombeck. I haven’t read most of her stuff since I was a kid.
Funny how I read every Erma book my mother had, when I was a teenager…and now hey would apply more, and haven’t read them in over 20 years. Go figure.
Great post Dani, loved the ‘dig’.
Dig? (coquettish flutter of eyelashes)
Mmmm.. I’ll take some guac and chicken fajitas! Care to share the recipes?
Kris – so easy!!
Guacamole = two very ripe (soft to the touch) avocados. If they aren’t soft, leave them in a dark cupboard for a day or two until the skin cedes to gentle pressure. Mash them up with a fork, and I sometimes add a spoonful of salsa. Mix in some finely diced onion – maybe a slice worth. Add a few shakes of cumin, some chili powder, and lots of cilantro. Add a squirt of lime juice. Mix and let the whole thing set for at least a half hour. Voila!
The secret to my most excellent chicken fajitas is to let the raw chicken breasts sit for an hour (up to a day) in a baggie with the contents of one of those fajita seasoning envelopes and two or three tablespoons of olive oil. It’s kind of like a shake-n-bake coating. Grill the chicken breasts along with a foil packet of sliced onion and red and green peppers topped with salsa or lime juice and cumin and cilantro or whatever other spices you like. Serve with shredded cheddar cheese, salsa, sour cream and napkins!
Um…take your number and multiply it many times and you get mine. No judgments here.
Hugs.