Monday, December 3, 2012

Hey, A Blog Hop!

I like these. They are fun, and I've discovered, a great way to find more writerly bloggers like myself. 
This one seems pretty simple - answer some questions, meet some new peeps. 
Here's the officals on this particular project And You Are...?
And here's my contribution :)

1. How many speeding tickets have you gotten?

None, actually. Though I get pulled over for things like having lights out I didn't even know were on my car (the one over the license plate??) or my plates on wrong. Yup.
2. Can you pitch a tent?


Heck yeah! And not just the nice new nylon ones with the springy poles and everything connected with elastic. I can build one of those old school square canvas deals with the huge aluminum poles. 


3. What was your worst vacation ever?



 There's no such thing as a bad vacation! 


4. What was the last thing you bought over $100?


Legos. My best advice for new parents - buy stock in Legos. Seriously. Just put that on the baby shower registry, and get it out of the way. You will soon live in a bucket of Legos that you will pretend is a house, and not just a fancy container for  ever more Legos. 


5. We're handing you the keys to what?


Oooh.... hm.....A cabin in the desert, where I can take a little writing retreat. 


6. What was the last meal you cooked that made even you sick?


Chicken. :P


7. Fill in the blank: Oh my gosh! Becky, look at her butt! It is so big. She looks like  ____?


One of those rap guys girlfriends. (Who else remembered the dancing fruit right away?)


8. What was your first car?


An 82 Celica with 200,000 miles on it and no working gas gauge. Best car ever. 


9. Your best friend falls and gets hurt. Do you ask if he/she's okay or laugh first?


Ask, then laugh. If it was just fall and no hurt, laugh then ask. 

10. What's the worst song ever?


 Whatever is currently on Clearchannel's 100 times an hour rotation. You know, the song that is on four stations simultaneously, so even if it was decent enough to begin with, you are now so sick of it you can't even turn on the radio in the car for fear of hearing it? So call me maybe?