Nicole of the ever-poignant Sitting Still interviewed me for the latest (or is it the oldest?) meme going around. Below are her questions and my answers. If you'd like to play along, leave a comment and I'll send you five questions (my choice!) to answer on your blog. Be sure to include a brief explanation of what the heck this is all about when you post. Nicole covers the directions more thoroughly on her meme post so you should check it out if you're confused (like I was!).
What makes you feel sexy?
My husband. Seriously. He's always telling me how sexy and beautiful I am and even though he's 53 and probably losing his eyesight and perception of what's hot (sorry, Old Man) I believe him. Knowing that someone finds you sexy is one of the biggest turn ons of all.
Tell me a secret. What is something I wouldn't know by reading your blog?
When I was a kid I wanted to be an obstetrician. But in high school I got a C in chemistry and promptly dumped that plan. Then I decided I wanted to go into international politics. I went off to school in Washington D.C. with the dream of working my way up to becoming a U.S. Ambassador (ha!) so I could live in some exotic country. But before I left Texas, I met a boy. I gave up my political aspirations to head back to Texas to be with him (Ugh. I know. How anti-feminist of me.). Next I wanted to become an attorney but in college I had to interview a lawyer about his profession for a writing class. He was a partner in a large firm and he gave it to me straight: any woman who wants to be successful and become a partner in a firm might as well give up the idea of having kids. He couldn't name any female partners in town who (back then in the early 90s) had kids. So...I threw that option out the window too. What was the point of killing myself for a successful law career if I couldn't have the love of children and a family to come home to? I finally realized that my strengths and the things that brought me joy were all in the field of communications: PR, journalism, photography, videography and media studies. So? I became a happy marketing hack and a mother. My favorite profession (and this part is no secret)? Mama.
Describe your perfect vacation. Where do you go, with whom, and what do you do there?
I've got two perfect vacation scenarios: a family one and a romantic one. Roger and I were married on the island of St. John in the Virgin Islands. One day I'd love to take Delaney, Big Sis and Big Bro there with us so they could experience the wonder and beauty of that island. We'd snorkel, sail, scuba dive, dine and hang out together. Paradise! My other perfect vacation involves whisking Roger away to the wine country in California on an enchanting trip for two. I've been there but he hasn't and I know we'd have a wonderful, romantic time. We'd drive from winery to winery, walk through the picturesque vineyards, sample amazing wine, and try to recreate Paul Giamatti's wine-tasting spittoon scene from Sideways much to the dismay of the other tourists.
Do you have a five-year plan? If so, what do you hope the future holds?
Wow. A five-year plan? Other than hoping to still be here on this mortal coil enjoying the company of my daughter, my husband and our family and friends, I don't have a five-year plan. Although, it'd be great if our house was renovated by then but that's really more of a one-year plan. If we stay in our tiny house for another year with no changes it's quite possible that my five-year plan will include looking forward to visits from my daughter and husband while I'm taking up residence in the nut house.
We've seen your rear end. Now I need to know what is (or isn't) covering it: bikini, thong, brief, commando, other? Explain your choice.
My ass is too ample (and of course, demure) for a thong. Briefs are too granny. Commando's reserved for sleeping. That leaves the all-purpose bikini. I've even found a brand that's low enough to be comfortable but substantial enough to cover my C-section belly-bunch (And everyone knows if you can't see it, it's like it's not even there. Ha, ha, ha.).