questions a la cheese

I've been sitting on these questions for nearly a week, waiting for something brilliant to pop into my head as an intro. Brilliant I can't give you. But Amy went to all the trouble coming up with the questions, so answers I will provide. Here ya go!

1. What was the most romantic thing BG has ever done for you?

This is a toughie. I can provide a list of a million thoughtful things he does -- taking the stroller out of the car when he got called in at 4am this morning, refilling the small bottles of laundry products so that I don't have to go out to the storage before the next load of laundry goes in, putting the next load of laundry in, making breakfast every morning so that it's ready and waiting for LG and me when we stumble down the stairs an hour and a half after he's already left for work, and on and on. There are sweet things, funny things, cute things, gentle and kind things, endearing things. But when it comes right down to it, romantic things are harder to nail down. We're just not the candlelight, soft music, and champagne type people. Our wedding was a civil service. We don't "do" Valentines Day. We treat ourselves to pretty much everything we want as the want strikes, so birthdays, Christmas, and other holidays are generally marked by one or two small packages or a big something for both of us. When it comes right down to it, I'm not even sure how I would define the word "romantic". I'm hesitant to point to any one specific thing for fear that it won't match someone else's definition and they'll come away with the idea that BG doesn't measure up in that category. Given our history (no, not previously discussed here) and how hard I've had to fight to "prove" his merit to my family, that's hard to do. How's that for talking around in circles and still not answering the question?

2. Tell us about your favorite pair of shoes.
This one I can do. In June of 2002 we went on a biking tour of the Loire Valley in France. I spent January - June learning to ride a bike (I never bothered to learn to operate a two wheeler before then -- transportation of the four legged variety was just much more reliable on the county roads that ran past the farm. And yes, I can milk a cow.) Needless to say, peddling 20-40 miles a day was a bit out of my league. On the second day of biking, heat and exertion that I wasn't prepared for caught up with me. That + not being confident enough in my balancing skills to reach for the water bottle on my bike while riding = by the time we reached Chinon, I was overheated, dehydrated, and exhausted. I couldn't cool down. My feet were beginning to suffocate. BG and I walked the short distance to the local shops and found a shoe store. The elderly shopkeeper stuck with us as we stumbled through what little French we knew until she figured out what we needed -- sandals, cheap,lightweight, and airy. It took a few more minutes of thumbing through our phrase book to narrow down my size and work out the price. The walk back to the inn was decidedly more comfortable. The abuse that they took for the rest of the trip should have ripped them to shreds, but they're still my first choice for a quick trip to the mailbox. I just wish I could run in 'em!

3. What fear kept you up at night when you were pregnant with LG? If you've already gone through it (e.g. labor), was it as awful as you anticipated?
From the moment I learned I was pregnant, I read book after book of the "Dr.-Mother-of-What-To-Expect-Bible ilk. Too many, to be exact. So before I got out of the first trimester, I had already come to the conclusion that no matter what, I wasn't going to be able to do this "right". Not too long after LG was born, someone, somewhere, casually made the claim that "normal is whatever you're used to". I don't even think they were talking to me. Probably some very profound half-of-a cell phone conversation that I overheard. But it struck a chord for me. I freak out on a regular basis about, well, everything that I do with LG. A "natural" mother I'm not. But I cling to the idea that no matter what I do, he'll think it's normal. At least until he's big enough to roll his eyes and tell me how totally abnormal I am. Please tell me that doesn't start until after I begin functioning normally again. Lie to me if necessary.

4. What was the most embarrassing thing that happened to you during adolescence that you laugh about now?
Ah, my adolescence. Now there's a block of angst. Sophomore year I landed the role of Fastrada in our high school production of Pippin. I was in love with the guy who played the role of Lewis (I was also in love with the guy who played Pippin. I would have had a crush on King Charlemagne, but he was dating my best friend. Hey, I've got my standards.). At one point (at least in our version) Fastrada faints on stage and is pulled off by Lewis. I decided that would be the ideal time to ask "Lewis" to go with me to the prom. He dropped me. And when he recovered from swallowing his tongue, he politely declined. Ha ha ha ha ha....

5. What was the best thing that happened to you yesterday?
As Little Guy and I made our daily trek up to see the doggies at the dog park, he reached up to hold my hand. My heart melted.

Thanks, Amy, that was fun! Hard, but fun. And in turn, I will be happy to come up with 5 questions for any of you who care to play along. Just let me know in the comments or email me at sdotsandnatgmaildotcom.


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Thanks, Anne!


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diversion

While confession may be good for the soul, it does nothing for someone with insecurity issues. So, rather than risk keeping it real (read: not using boy for deflection) for longer than 12 hours, here's our weekend in still shots.


Good Friday, indeed!

All gone.

Loot!

Yep, those look edible.

Sugar kicks in...

Take 'em out, put 'em in, lather, rinse, repeat.

Yeah, but will this piece of grass fall if I drop it?
How about
this one?
This one?
Okay,
this one?

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why the general consensus is that my time in social settings should be limited

Somethings just don't need to be shared:

me: Little Guy found your old glasses today.
BG: hmm.
me: I'm just not sure where they came from.
BG: yeah, I don't know.
me (in my head): well, when mommy glasses love daddy glasses very much...
me: snort
BG: did you say something?
me (ignoring the adage that it is better to say nothing a look a fool, yadda, yadda, yadda): well, when mommy glasses (continuing on, despite look of extreme disbelief that yes, I went there on BG's face) love daddy glasses very much... (trailing off) well, it just seemed like... (frantically trying to come up with reasonable explanation) (jamming toothbrush into mouth) garble garble garble...
BG: okay then.
Small talk isn't my forte. Neither is geography:
me (talking to strangers who are considering buying some furniture from us): So are you guys from around here?
he: Well, I'm from blahdy-blah in western PA.
she: I grew up in Bolivia.
me: Oh, so you're both locals.
Trouble knowing when to quit:
me (in conversation with BG's best friend who is transferring out here with his family): Well, now that you guys are going to be here, BG might be able to convince me to move to the 'burbs.
He: That'd be great! It'd be awesome to live close enough that we could all get together whenever we wanted.
BG: What we should do is buy a big plot and both of us build -- we'd be close enough to hang out whenever, but still have our space. Then whoever leaves first has to give the other first option to buy them out.
me: No, what we should do is build one huge house right in the middle and we could each have half...
He: Like share the common areas?
me (thinking about his wife and their kids who I absolutely adore. Totally forgetting that they're Mormon): Yeah. It'd be great to have someone to share the cooking and cleaning chores with... (remembering that they're Mormon and that this suggestion might border on the edge of "Don't Go There") I mean, someone other than Big Guy... (frantically back peddling) you know, just to have someone around to bounce ideas off of.
BG (squirming uncomfortably in the front seat): Hey, this area looks pretty kid friendly!
He: Yeah, and the elementary school is nearby. I've been told it's a good district.
me: We could even install one of those steel doors like they have in panic rooms down the center of the house. Like a compound.
BG & He: *blink blink*
Don't take it personally if I hang out with myself in a corner at the next gathering that you invite us to. Chances are I'm enjoying the company. And not scaring yours. It's probably for the best.


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