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Pinballapalooza with The Stratford Festival: Help Break A Guinness World Record

May 13, 2013 By Mara Leave a Comment

Stratford Festival Pinballapalooza

Are you a Pinball Wizard? The Stratford Festival wants you to think so. Join them this Thursday, May 16th to have fun and help make history! They’re out to break a Guinness Book of World’s Record for the Largest Pinball Play, and they’re inviting YOU to join in. How much fun is that!? Plus, you’ll get a sneak peek at the show, with two special cast performances.

What: One hundred pinball machines will fill the main lobby of First Canadian Place for a Pinball Party to celebrate the Festival’s 2013 production of Tommy.

When: Thursday, May 16 between 9 am and 6 pm.

The Fun: Play a free pinball game. Enjoy performances by the cast at 12:15 and 1:15 on the Waterfall Stage.

Join the conversation – tweet about @stratfest’s Pinballapalooza using hashtag #sfPinball.

RSVP on the Facebook event page: HERE

Stratford Festival Pinballapalooza

Boo HOO. This event looks so amazing. Unfortunately, I probably won’t be there, because I’ll be AT the Stratford Festival (total coincidence) seeing another big favorite of mine, Fiddler on The Roof. It’s my 20th Anniversary, that day, by the way. And what better way to celebrate than a little Sunrise, Sunset…So, please go, and tweet your pinballing like crazy.

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Ladies! It’s Time We Love Ourselves Like the Dove Real Beauty Sketches, Men Edition

April 18, 2013 By Mara 2 Comments

Chickymara (that’s me) and daughter in the Dove Campaign for Self-Esteem

A long, long time ago, before I had wrinkles, my daughter and I were in one of the first Dove Campaigns for Real Beauty. It was the most amazing experience, and ever since the day of that shoot, where they made my awkward, pubescent 11-year old feel like the movie star that she is, I’ve been a huge fan of the brand. I really like what Dove stands for when they support self-esteem, diversity, and the innate beauty that is on the inside and outside of every single woman.

The picture above was during the shoot (the t-shirts weren’t ready, so they added the logos later). The picture below was used again, last year on the Yummy Mummy Club as part of the Dove Celebrate Moms program. (Imagine my surprise to see it pop up again 8 years later. We do NOT look like that anymore…)

Dove Campaign for Self Esteem Mothers and Daughters

Me (Chickymara) and my daughter in the Dove Campaign for Self-Esteem

Dove’s newest campaign is called the Real Beauty Sketches. Truly eye-opening, this video is intended to be a wake-up call. It truly shows the vast disparity between how we perceive ourselves and how others see us. How they see our real beauty. Right after I watched the video, I ran to the mirror to compliment myself on my bright eyes, Marie Osmond Smile, and still lush hairline.

Watch the video, and then go look in the mirror. Come back and tell me what you see.

Of course, with every great video comes a parody. And so, someone has made the Dove Real Beauty Sketches-Men. Hmmm… Wonder how men perceive their own attractiveness vs how women see them…

‘What would you say is your most prominent feature?’

Umm.. My bulge…

My Mom says I have really nice teeth.

I have a balanced face, almost like aWhite Denzel Washington…

The older I’ve gotten, the more stunning I’ve gotten.

And when the women were asked what the men looked like…

He looks dirty.

His face looks like a lawn gnome.

He looked like he smelled. And he did.. Really bad, actually.

All kidding aside, don’t you think women should take a page from the men? LET’S START TO LOVE OURSELVES LADIES!

men vs women: it's time women love ourselves like men do

Love Yourself Like a Man Loves Himself Photo source: brucesallan.com

Can you tell me three things you love about yourself, MAN-style?

Filed Under: Embarrassing Situations, Fun, Getting Older, Humour, Life Lessons Tagged With: dove real beauty sketches, dove real beauty sketches men, dove real beauty sketches spoof, men and self-confidence, women and self esteem, women's beauty

Culturally Mired Backhanded Compliments from my Cleaning Lady

March 25, 2013 By Mara 13 Comments

my cleaning lady gives backhanded complemens

Culturally mired backhanded compliments from my cleaning lady (image source: tumblr.com)

So today I realized two things.

1. My cleaning lady doesn’t mince her words.

2. The art of the compliment can sometimes get bogged down in cultural differences.

Three Conversations with my Cleaning Lady:

Her (after overhearing a certain discussion with my husband): You were a very strong wife.. hmmm…

Me: Well, he was being a jerk. Should I let him get away with that?

Her: Hrmp… (I think that means yes, I should let him get away with it. A good wife would just smile and keep her mouth shut.)

And later…

Her: You don’t have to drive me home. You look really tired. Like under your eyes. Don’t you sleep?

Me: (defensively) Well, I’m not wearing any makeup and I always look tired. I have bad dark circles.

Her: (proudly) I only need 3 hours of sleep. You look REALLY tired.

And a few minutes later…

Her: So, you’re really not so sexy anymore (I think sexy stands for thin…) But I think I like it.

Me: Well, I did put on a few pounds (but thanks for pointing it out to me). It’s my medication.

Her: My friend, OH! she got so FAT from her medication. Here and here (she pats her stomach and her legs). Just like where you’re not as sexy anymore (again, thanks for pointing out I’m not sexy), but you’re not AS big as my friend.

Me: Well, I think my husband likes it like this. I was too thin before. It’s not natural for me.

Her: Hrmp.. (Oh.. so now you’ve got nothing?) I think I like how you look. (Finally!) You’re meaty in your legs. (And here we go again…)

Trying not to take it all too personally. In fact, I’m going to take it all as a compliment. Who wants to be sexy anyways.

And the first exchange? That might be good advice. It’s possible I was being a hard wife (whatever that is…)

PS Once she came over and when my dog sniffed her crotch she announced, ‘Wow. I must smell really good.’

Cultural Differences 101. Yessiree.

Filed Under: Embarrassing Situations, Fun, Humour Tagged With: backhanded compliments, cleaning lady humour, compliments and insults, cultural differences, cultural differences in compliments, underhanded compiments

That Time When Murphy and His Law Took Over My Vacation: Part 2

January 8, 2013 By Mara

Why do they have chicken at every gas station?

Wondering what happened after we selected our accommodations for the first night of our vacation?

First, I need to tell you about some more VDIs (other than us booking the wrong cruise ship)…

When our travel agent called Carnival to book the rooms they had on hold, they hadn’t held them and she had to re-book, so we had to take two more expensive rooms (like my kids need a balcony?) and lost a shipboard credit promo
When I went to check in online, I found that Carnival’s systems do not work with Mac (how rude), so I had to call and have a human do our check in. I realized they’d spelled my name wrong, and the rep was happy to fix it. I called later to try and fix the next VDI, and found that they had charged me $50 to fix my name because it was a four letter change and they only do three letter changes for free (I kid you not.)
I checked our dining choice and we’d been reassigned from the late seating to the ‘Anytime Dining’ (translate: eat when you want but stand in yet another line and carry a pager around.) When I called to fix the mistake, I was told they couldn’t do it (but they could put me on a waiting list for what I’d booked in the first place), but as a GOODWILL gesture they’d credit me the $50 for the name change (WHAT!? What $50?!)

I TOLD you. Vacation Doom Indicators. We should have stayed home. I was warned. I had a feeling…

Back to the Red Roof Inn, a savvy choice for travellers on the road, pet-friendly and only $62/night including bars of soap. The foyer looked clean to me, the lady at the desk had a charming Southern Accent even though she couldn’t work the computer, and there was a nice nativity scene in the corner (December 19th) next to the free breakfast (there would be sugary pastries, I was sure of that.) For some reason we decided to schlep ALL of our luggage, the reason being that I had neglected to order the troops to pack a change of clothing in their carry-on bags. The rooms looked pretty fine, even though we could smell the smoking section (how weird that there are States where you can still smoke indoors).

Bravely venturing out into the night, we found that the local Italian closely resembled Breadsticks from Glee (mostly because they served garlic breadsticks with tomato sauce for dipping. How amazing), and that they sold irresistible slices of cake off of rounds that were the size of hatboxes. Particularly delicious was the ‘Everything Cake’ which had 5 different kinds of cake and icing layered one on top of each other (chocolate fudge, cheesecake, red velvet, vanilla, carrot with the appropriate topping).

Sadly, the gas station sold fried chicken but not wine, because we’d inadvertently stumbled into a dry county (yes, like in Footloose), but you could go to a bar and drink and THEN drive home if your heart desired. We did not, so we went back to the hotel to snuggle up in bed and watch the XFactor Finale on the little tiny TV.

That was a bad idea. Or was it? I’ll never know

Next morning, we awoke at the crack of dawn or maybe it was earlier, re-zipped our baggage (oh..why did we bring pillows in, open all those closely packed duffles and also throw our coats on the floor…), and schlepped everything back down to the lobby where all the truck drivers and assorted people in trucker hats stared at the six Jews and one tiny dog delicately tasting the grits from the slow-cooker (Dang, but ain’t that a tayny dawg…’ ) We (meaning my husband and two strapping sons) loaded up the car while bestie and I drank coffee and pretended to look useful and the 18-year old daughter maintained a look on her face that scared even the plastic Santa adorning the breakfast bar.

We inelegantly crammed ourselves back into that third row (I’m not sure what was more unattractive-two forty something women clambering into a stuffed backseat, or the same two women trying to find their shoes and attepting to get back out) and took off, gazing sadly at the White Castle that we took a pass on for fear that one of us would have diarrhoea on the road. We said goodbye to Kentucky, and said hello to the Carolinas.

And that was when the real trouble began. For just after one of those gas stations featuring dirty toilets, more fried chicken, and pigs feet in the jar, my right chest began to itch.

A delicious assortment of southern pickled delicacies

By Georgia, my left arm was the same.

By 9 pm, we had arrived in Cocoa Beach Florida. My leg had welts, my hand was itchy, and my belly button felt curious. I almost couldn’t enjoy my iHop nutty pancakes, but I managed. We brought our bags (and pillows!) into the nice Hampton Inn, and once again opened up the zippers.

But what was I bringing into those sheets?

I awoke in the middle of the night dreaming of Benadryl and that goddammed prescription Cortison Cream I’d decided to leave at home.

To be continued…

Filed Under: Embarrassing Situations, Family, Fun, Humour Tagged With: bug bites on vacation, disastrous vacations, driving to florida, family road trips, family vacations, murphy's law, ruined vacations, vacation doom index

That One Time When We Took a Vacation (Part 1)

January 7, 2013 By Mara

That One Time When We Went on A Road Trip

I’m about to share a tale that will make you feel really good about your life. So take out your tiny violins, and get ready to hear What Happened on my long-awaited winter vacation.

Forebodingly, or maybe mistakenedly, I gave the trip the hashtag #GriswaldFamilyVacation (yes, I know I spelled Griswold wrong.)

Have you heard the expression Man Plans and God Laughs?

We’ve planned a trip of some sort or another for several years, but then always found ourselves in cancellation mode when the deposits were due. Once again,with our trip to Israel, we booked, even put deposits down, and then found ourselves wriggling out of the arrangements. I did promise the children a vacation, so we planned an extravaganza which included a 2-day fun-filled drive to Florida, a week long Carnival cruise, 5 days in Ft. Lauderdale with friends, then another exciting, scenic 2-day drive through the American South and upwards.

This trip was going to be FANTASTIC, I assured the kids, after booking us on a cruise that many of their friends were also going on. I kept feeling in the back of my mind, though, that something would go wrong. I’m usually a positive person, but I just had a bit of a twitch.

There was that, what do you call it…Vacation Doom Indicator (VDI):

Ummm…Mom…You booked us on the wrong ship. Everyone is going on the Breeze. And we’re going on the Dream.

Oops.

It’s ok honey(s). You’ll make new friends on the ship. (They didn’t. Imagine 2 teenage boys walking into a room full of other teenagers and saying, Hey, you look my age. Want to play?)

Before we left, I got my car checked out to make sure everything was in working order. I made sure to bring my ziploc full of necessary medical supplies such as bandaids, Advil, Gravol and Benadryl. To make the package smaller, I took out my giant tub of prescription cortisone cream (because why would I need that.) We managed to pack everything into the car. Including my best friend and her tiny dog. Five people in my 6-seat Ford Flex wasn’t enough, I had to fill every seat.

We bought 5 duffels on wheels (on sale for $160!), and told the kids that if it didn’t fit in the bag, it wasn’t coming. I’m an over-packer (thankfully, you’ll see why), and was pleasantly surprised to find how much I could you squeeze into one of those duffels (like 5 pairs of high heels, a pair of converse, many sandals, and almost all of my clothes). The 18-year old girl was similarly gratified, although, to tell you the truth, her things are kind of scanty and squish up really well.

We set off on a cool wintry morning at the break of dawn. My bestie & I, relegated to the back seat, were quite happy to mold ourselves in between the bags, content with our Tim Hortons and her tiny dog. We had an iPad, Kindle, Kobo, and data plans so we could Facebook each other from what can’t even be considered the next seat. This drive to Florida was going to be an adventure, we agreed. A real Thelma and Louise time (without Brad Pitt or headscarves, and plus my husband and three children.) One unparallelled in the annals of vacations, in fact, even though the teenagers wouldn’t let us sing, we couldn’t actually move our legs, and the man wouldn’t let us drive (which was fine since there was no way anyone else–well maybe the 13 year old–could, or was willing, to pretzel themselves into that 3rd row. Thank you yoga.)

The first day was fun. We giggled, we tried not to snack until we remembered we had black licorice mix, we used our feminine wiles to suggest that it ‘might be time for a pee break.’ We kept the doggie from crawling through the car and trying to sit on the driver’s lap (since he had threatened to hang her out the window if she made it up there).

After hours in the car, 10 to be exact, in Kentucky, it was time to call it a night…A Red Roof Inn Kinda night. And that’s when the REAL fun began…

To be continued….

photo credit: x-ray delta one via photopin cc

Filed Under: Embarrassing Situations, Family, Fun, Holidays, Humour Tagged With: disastrous vacations, family road trips, travel, travelling with teenagers

Sibling Rivalry Never Ends. And a Spray Tan

December 14, 2012 By Mara

Sibling Rivalry and a Spray Tan
Image source: http://thejennywho.wordpress.com/about/

I have a huge family. Like huge. I’m the second eldest of seven siblings. They are not all from the same parents, but I am related to all of them. Confusing, I know. Almost like a family from the bible or something. Some are from this mother, and some are from that one. Some are from that father, while others are from another.

Everyone asks me if it’s different between my one, full brother (we share a mother and a father, how unique) and all the rest who are half-siblings. And, while I’m closer to some than others (just like it would be with any siblings), what doesn’t change is how we razz each other. No matter how old we get, our dynamic should be called irritate-the-other-until-she-wants-to-punch-you. My older brother is particularly good at this activity, and enjoys bringing the others in on the fun.

And so…this was a conversation we had at one of our Chanukah dinners.

My brother, peering closely at me: You look better tonight.

Me: What do you mean?

Bro: Well, last week when we were at your house, you looked really bad. (The devil with a sparkle in his eye) You had big dark circles, and you looked really tired. You look better tonight. S (that’s our baby sister), didn’t she look really BAD last week? (He’s grinning by now.)

Me: You know, I have a disease. And what do you mean I looked bad. S, did I look bad? (I just have Graves Disease, but try to work it into the conversation whenever I can to engage their sympathy. It obviously doesn’t work.)

S: Well, you DO look better tonight…(she peers right into my face) Yes, definitely, an improvement on last week.

Me: Thanks sis for the support. You guys are so mean.

S: Well, you look much better now. We’re giving you a compliment.

I stick my tongue out at her because I’m a very mature 44-year old.

Bro: Yeah, what was up last week? (He likes to really rub it in.) SIL (that’s his wife), don’t you think Mara looks so much better this week? Didn’t she look really bad last week?

SIL: Can you lift your glasses?

So she wants a deeper inspection? OK. I lift my glasses. and she comes up real close. Like close.

SIL: Ahhh, it’s because she’s wearing makeup. Look at all that concealer caked on.

She steps back, quite satisfied with herself for solving the mystery of my temporary attractiveness. I stand up, give everyone the finger and walk out of the room.

Bro: (calling after me) Where are you going? We were just trying to be nice…

And..Cut. That was real, and not a scene from a Jonathan Tropper book

A couple of days later I went shopping for a bathing suit. Yes, I’ve stopped crying, but I have to tell you it was horrible. There are parts that I have that are better left wrapped up.

The whole bathing suit issue is compounded by the fact that I don’t suntan because I don’t want to get wrinkles. Or more wrinkles. Or sunspots. Or more sunspots. But, one has to wear a bathing suit on a cruise or one looks weird. And one did buy bathing suits two years ago as one’s husband reminded one when encouraging one not to shop (wasted breath), but one bough tankinis which actually make one’s spare tyre looks even more spare and tyre-like.

While I was at the but someone suggested that I should have gotten a spray tan before shopping for a bathing suit. And, I considered it. Until I remembered this.

Filed Under: Embarrassing Situations, Family, Fun, Humour Tagged With: brothers and sisters, humour about family, shopping for bathing suits, sibling rivalry, spray tans

20 Reasons That I am Not Really a Grown-up.

December 4, 2012 By Mara

20 Reasons that I’m Not Really a Grownup

A lot of people think that I’m very mature and grown-up. There is circumstantial evidence, after all.

I own a home & I’m not behind on the mortgage payments (although that fact is completely due to my husband’s diligence. If it weren’t for him I’d be in debtor’s prison. Like in The Tower. Or The Stocks.) Said home is fairly clean and not overrun with cockroaches, (also not because of my elbow grease, although I did hire the cleaning lady…) even though the stacks of paper that I must-keep-just-in-case are probably a fire hazard.

I can make food that doesn’t poison people. In fact, I can make some fancy food that tastes much better than it looks. My food will never appear on Pinterest. But, that’s because it will be all eaten up.

I have, in conjunction with a husband of nearly 20 years, raised three children to their teens. Not only have I never lost or otherwise harmed or misplaced one of my own kids (or anyone else’s), I also have never forgotten to pick up carpool, or left a kid at school even though I wanted to. Ever.

I hold down a job. I have never missed a deadline at my job. It has been said that I’m even good at what I do, which is more than winning on the Internet and stringing words together.

I nag my kids, (often to do things that I have no intention of doing, but that they should learn how to do so that they can be productive members of society one day)

It’s all an act. I’m not really a grown-up. It’s true. I’m actually a practicing Immaturian. There’s evidence:

I do not own hand towels.
I stamp my feet when I get mad.
I delight in making a mess but mysteriously find something else to do when it’s time to clean up.
I don’t want to get up on school days.
When I want a new whatever, I just break the one I have.
I throw my clothes on the floor and just step over them. Related, I don’t clean up my closet, and like to play the ‘If I don’t look at it, I don’t see it game’.
I like to go to the mall with my husband, point at things and say, ‘Can I have that?’
I can’t seem to keep a meat thermometer. Or gloves.
If it’s 3 pm, I might still be in my pyjamas.
I use my sleeves as oven mitts and my oven mitts as trivets (although knowing the word ‘trivet’ may point me towards adultness, yeah?)
I dance like nobody is watching. Even when someone is watching. Especially when someone is watching.
I laugh at and say inappropriate things and then look at the victim to see their response. I try to look ashamed or embarrassed but I can’t.
I love sleeping but don’t like going to sleep.
The more someone asks me to do something, the less likely I am to do it.
I revert to child-like sullenness when arguing with my mother or siblings.
I am giddy and extremely enthusiastic. I sometimes squee and have to be told to calm down.
I don’t make the bed on the premise that I’m just going to mess it up again.
I like to watch teenager TV shows and it’s not to spend time with my teenagers.
I don’t like to answer a lot of questions.
BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO BE ONE.
Because it goes to 21

Are you a grownup? Do you even want to be? Because being a practicing Immaturian is REALLY good for the skin.

PS this post was impossible to tag, so if you want anyone else to read it, please share and share alike. Please and thanks. Use the hashtag #PracticeImmaturity. Because it’s funny.

Filed Under: Fun, Getting Older, Humour Tagged With: child-like adult, i'm immature, never growing up

A Very Goyishe Chanukah Hanukah Hanukkah

December 3, 2012 By Mara

A Christmas ham? that would be a very goyishe chanukah

OK Fine. We all know you’re very excited for Christmas. Except, Chanukah, or Hanukah, or Hanukkah is coming up first, YO!

Our 8 Crazy Nights start this Saturday night, December 8th, at Sundown.

L’Chaim.

My friend Dee Brun Gow aka Cocktail Deeva, shared Funny or Die’s Drunk History of Christmas, starring no less than Ryan Gosling. Obviously, I had to retaliate, and share A Very Goyishe Chanukah. This one has Cher. And Lady Gaga. Almost as good.

50 More Things You May or May Not Want to Know About Me

August 31, 2012 By Mara

source: www.veronicadarling.blogspot.com

Yesterday, I overshared a bunch of crap about myself. Since I like round numbers (don’t tell me 50 is a round number. It has a five in it, so I know it’s not. I’m really good at math), and also, since nobody shares just 50 Things About Themselves, here are the rest.

51. Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with?

My son? Or was it the pizza guy? I love the first, and the second one was really nice.

52. Are you nice to everyone?

To their faces… Just joking. I’m usually nice, except when I’m receiving poor service. Then, I’m the opposite.

53. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?

Many times. That’s one of the pleasant surprises called life.

54. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?

Cheating is the work of the devil. I’m not joking. Cheaters never prosper. I can’t stand a cheater, and that’s why no matter how good looking he is, I can’t stand Brad Pitt.

55. Are you good at hiding your feelings?

Not so much. I think my face betrays me. Or my mouth. I’m not very good at withholding my opinions.

56. Do you think you like someone?

I know that I like someone(s).

57. Have you kissed someone whose name starts with a ‘J’?

And I married him.

58. Do you prefer to be friends with girls or boys?

I prefer to be friends with great people.

59. Has anyone of your friends ever seen you cry?

Everyone has seen me cry. I cry a lot.

60. Do you hate anyone?

I do. Well, I used to hate her, but now I’m just bored of the whole thing.

61. How’s your heart?

Pumping. I’m really healthy.

62. Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?

I don’t want to talk about it.

63. Have you ever cried over a boy?

I’m a girl. It’s de regeur. Isn’t it?

64. Who is probably talking a load of crap about you right now?

Wouldn’t I like to know. I think it’s my GBFF. I pissed him off and I’m not sorry.

65. Are your toenails painted pink?

Ha! Yes they are. Well, more of a fuchsia.

66. Will your next kiss be a mistake?

If it’s a good kiss, it’s never a mistake.

67. Girls love it when boyfriends cry; correct?

A man who cries is a man who can share his heart. As long as he’s not crying and obsessed with his mother. That combination might be a problem.

68. Have your pants ever fallen down in public?

I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that it may incriminate me in the future.

69. Who was the last person you were on the phone with?

The pizza delivery guy.

70. How do you look right now?

Pretty bedraggled. My dark circles are reaching legendary proportions.

71. Do you have someone you can be your complete self around?

I do. My best friend. And, my husband. But, to tell you the truth, I’m always my complete self. That’s caused me problems on occasion.

72. Can you commit to one person?

I’m a commitment-lover. I believe in commitment.

73. Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to?

A woman must have her mysteries.

74. Have you ever felt replaced?

I don’t want to talk about that. Dead bodies are best left buried.

75. Did you wake up cranky?

OH YES.

76. Are you a jealous person?

I have met the green-eyed monster on occasion.

77. Are relationships ever worth it?

Even bad relationships are worth it for the learning experience. However, abusive relationships are not worth anything.

78. Anyone you’re giving up on?

I’m too much of an optimist.

79. Currently wanting to see anyone?

Yes. In a few days I’ll see my childhood best friend. I haven’t seen her since we were both 13.

80. Name something you have to do tomorrow?

Be amazing.

81. Last person you cried in front of?

My husband.

82. Is there someone you will never forget?

My Daddy. Obviously.

84. If the person you wish to be with were with you, what would you be doing right now?

That’s a very confusing question. If I wanted to be with me, what would I be doing? Hmmm, well, I’d be counting my bazillion dollars I just won in the Microsoft Special European Lottery.

85. Are you over your past?

I try to be. Every day I try to let go of one negative experience.

86. Have you ever liked one of your best friends of the opposite sex?

I have. But, it didn’t work out. He had bad breath.

87. Is there anyone you can tell EVERYTHING to?

Didn’t I already answer that? This set of questions is getting repetitive. If It’s boring for me, it must be boring for you.

88. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept it?

Probably not. I mean, he dumped me for the Grateful Dead. That’s hard to get over.

89. So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in?

I would start by asking my husband why he was wandering around the neighborhood late at night. Then, I’d consider letting him in.

90. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?

I did date one creeper, but we didn’t figure out that he was a creeper until after I dumped him.

91. Will you be in a relationship in 2 months?

If I’m not, there will be a big problem.

92. Is there anyone you know with the name Michael?

I know several people named Michael.

93. Have you ever kissed a Matthew?

My nephew is named Matthew, so unless you’re referring to frenching, yes.

94. Were you in a relationship in January? How was it going?

Yes, for the last time, I am, was, and will be in a relationship. I think in January I may have hated him for a few days though.

95. Were you happy with the person you liked in March?

I may or may not have been happy with my marriage in March. These things change very quickly depending on the day, you know.

96. Don’t tell me lies, is the last person you texted attractive?

He thinks he is.

97. Who do you have texts from?

Who don’t have texts from? Robert Downey Jr., that’s who.

98. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?

I’d say ‘Hands off my husband, ho!’

99. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?

About an hour ago.

100. Who’s in your profile picture with you?

A 25 year old firefighter with a great tattoo and a big heart.

Now, it’s your turn. Go find 100 questions that you like, and answer them. Don’t forget to let me know you did it.

Filed Under: Embarrassing Situations, Fun, Humour, Life Lessons Tagged With: 50 things about me, oversharing, random facts about me, tidbits about me

50 Things You May or May Not Want to Know About Me

August 30, 2012 By Mara

source: www.veronicadarling.blogspot.com

Tonight I got a bee in my bonnet to share 100 facts about me. (I just said Bee in my bonnet. Are you giggling or craving hardtack and poundcake?)

So, I googled, 100 Questions about Me, since I know that this desire is not an original one, and that I’d therefore find reams of questions to assist in my oversharing. Mostly, I found boring lists that prompted for details like name, city, or shoe size. Stuff you wouldn’t necessarily need to know unless you were planning on sending me gifts. Are you? Because I wear a 6 1/2 in a dress shoe and a 7 in most casual footwear.

I found this series of queries on Tumblr that seemed fun. I quickly skimmed the questions and I think most of them might be for Gen Y or even Z. Since I’m immature, this is the list I’m going with

Here are the first 50 in this Q & A marathon. I split it up in case you need to refill your coffee. Or Vodka. And also so you’ll come back tomorrow.

1. Think of the last person who said I love you, do you think they meant it?

I hope so. It was my father-in-law.

2. Would you date an 18 year old at the age you are now?

Well, since my daughter is 18… can I get back to you on that one?

3. When was the last time you were aggravated and happy at the same time?

Umm…now?

4. Would you ever smile at a stranger?

Every chance I get.

5. Is there someone mad because you are ~~dating/~~ talking to the person you are?

I live in the suburbs. So, what do you think?

6. Have you heard a song that reminds you of someone today?

When my kids make me listen to Sirius Hits 1, every song reminds me of when my kids make me listen to Sirius Hits 1.

7. What exactly are you wearing right now?

Pyjama bottoms, a fancy shirt and a navy blue cardigan. I’m sort of halfway ready to bed and there’s a good chance I’ll sleep like that.

8. How often do you listen to music?

Whenever I’m in the car. WhenI work, it’s very distracting.

9. Do you wear jeans or sweats more?

Sweats. Jeans make me feel fat. I know, I’m weird.

10. Do you think your life will change dramatically before 2013?

Well, yeah. My daughter is going away to university. And, I may or may not win 10 billion Euros. I mean, I got an email…

11. Are you a social or an antisocial person?

I’m an extremely antisocial person. I’m obviously lying.

12. Have you ever kissed someone whose name begins with the letter ‘A’?

I can’t remember. I’m very old. Come to think of it, my first french kiss was from a guy named Andrew.

13. What about ‘R’?

That’s possible. Europe the summer of ’91 is a blur.

14. Can you drive a stick shift?

But, of course. I had a red Mazda Miata which I convinced my Dad to buy and which I subsequently commandeered. I looked GOOD in that car.

15. Do you care if people talk badly about you?

Very much so. I can’t help it.

16. Are you going out of town soon?

As a matter of fact, I am. I’m going to California for the first time.

17. When was the last time you cried?

Hard to say. I tear up at tampon commercials. Do you mean a really big cry?

18. Have you ever told someone you loved them?

All the time. And, I meant it too.

19. If you could change your eye color, would you?

No way, jose! I have amber eyes. Who else has amber eyes?

20. Is there a boy who you would do absolutely everything for?

There are three boys I would do anything for: my husband and my two sons.

21. Name something you dislike about the day you’re having.

I was very cranky today. Also, laundry.

22. Is it cute when girls kiss you on your forehead?

That’s never cute.

23. Are you dating the last person you talked to?

I really hope not. Wouldn’t that be cheating? With my son’s 13-year-old friend?

24. What are you sitting on right now?

My bed. I mean, my desk.

25. Does anyone regularly (other than family) tell you they love you?

Everyone tells me they love me. I mean, come on!

26. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?

Who hasn’t?

27. Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night?

IRL, text, Facebook, or Twitter?

28. Do you get a lot of colds?

Not lately. Of course, I never leave my house, so that could be why.

29. Where is the shirt you are wearing from?

Winners.

30. Does anyone hate you?

Most certainly. Although, I’m baffled by that fact. I’m eminently likable, if a bit annoying.

31. Do you have any empty alcohol bottles hidden somewhere in your room?

Is that question for my teenagers?

32. Do you like watching scary movies?

No way. First, my Dad took me to see The Abominable Snowman and other Wonders when I was a kid, and then, Cape Fear. After that, I was done.

33. Do you want your tongue pierced?

Ew.

34. If you had to delete one year of your life completely, which would it be?

I don’t know. I’ve blanked it out.

35. Did you have a dream last night?

I don’t know. I was sleeping.

36. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?

About 10 minutes ago.

37. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?

Well, I certainly hope so. Is there something you’re not telling me?

38. Do you think someone has feelings for you?

I think everyone has feelings for me. Not sure what kind…

39. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?

I think everyone is thinking about me right now. I’m conceited like that.

40. Did you have a good day yesterday?

Yes, mostly. Except for the parking ticket. That sucked.

41. Think back 2 months ago. Were you in a relationship?

Pretty sure I was.

42. In the next 48 hours, will you hang out with a girl?

I’ll probably hang out with several girls.

43. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?

You betcha. People have also told me to get lost. Is that the same?

44. What’s the best part about school?

That I don’t have to go anymore. Actually, the best part about school is that my kids go all day and I can do whatever I want.

45. Do you have any pictures on your Facebook?

I overshare. So, obviously.

46. Do you ever pass notes to your friends in school?

This is one of those questions that I believe was intended for Gen Z. But, yes, I used to pass notes in school.

47. Do you replay things that have happened in your head?

I have anxiety. And therefore, I overthink.

48. Were you single over the last summer?

Sometimes I wished I was.

49. Is your life anything like it was two years ago?

No. And it’s so much better now.

50. What are you supposed to be doing right now?

Reading, sleeping. Hell, I can do whatever I want. I’m halfway to the grave.

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