Friday, July 30, 2010
Traci66 trapped me again. She dangles these little questions in front of me when I'm aimlessly blog surfing and when I'm wondering what in my bipolar diva-ish world to post. She's like a crack dealer to me, although I CAN quit. Yeah, like I can quit talking and shopping? I wonder if she delights in the fact that she's snared me once again?
Traci66 got them from My Little Life. She doesn't use her name so I'm wondering if she's the head of the crack question conspiracy. Or she could be the middle man, I know I'm not PC so shoot me, or maybe she's an undercover crack question detective waiting to entrap us? Hmmmm. Is paranoia a sign of bipolar or Diva? Either way if you need a fix hop on over here to link up and grab the crack.
Yes, it is five question Friday. A great mid-afternoon post while my spinning mind is thinking on more serious topics.
Questions for July 30th
1. Did you have a favorite blanket or toy as a kid? If so, do you still have it?
I had a clown. Thinking back, he was a scary clown but he was my scary clown. His name was Cleety the Clown. He died a horrible, torturous death at the hands of my father not once but twice! First someone that looked strangely like my mother had him put in the attic for some odd reason. Then Dad with his deadly arsenal of bug spray sprayed poor Cleety into oblivion. As if that wasn't enough he took him and tied him up in a plastic garbage bag to slowly suffocate before being tossed into the garbage crusher. No, no, I'm not bitter at all.
2. Do you dream in color?
Technicolor! I had a dream last night about the job we're on and there were all of these papers highlighted with neon orange. I needed a xanex when I woke up!
3. How tall are you? Do you wish you were shorter or taller?
4. If you could have anyone's (celeb or other) voice as the guide on your GPS, who would it be?
5. Do you return your shopping cart to the corral or leave it wherever in the parking lot?
I RETURN them either to the corral or to the store. I have NO tolerance for the lazy and selfish that let those things ram into other people's cars! Well, sometimes I make my kids do it, but it gets done.