The Day I Went Crazy (and Volunteered For a Meme)

I don't know what came over me. Boredom at work? Or perhaps, boredom at work? Whatever the reason, here we are. (Hi!) So before I dash out for my two hour lunch to meet a friend from high school that I've only seen once since we parted ways in 1994, back when we both rocked plaid flannel shirts like nobody's business, let's see if I can bang out these questions Kristy gave me.

1. Uh oh! Unexpected company's coming. If you only have time to do ONE thing (including hiding something unsightly), what's it gonna be?

The options are overwhelming. Clorox Wipe every horizontal surface? Windex the mirrors? Empty the garbages? But no. I'll go with the all-inclusive Hide All Messes. Messes are compiled of mail, magazines, books and dirty clothes for the most part, with some ATM receipts thrown in for good luck.

2. Is there an episode of a television show, or a scene in a movie that, no matter how many times you've seen it, makes you cry? If so, which? If not...how come?

Cry with laughter, yes. Think Will & Grace. Okay, now think hard and tell me if you ever saw their blooper reel that they did once. There's a scene where Grace has to give blood, and the person taking the blood looks very young. Grace says something to the doctor like, "Are you sure she's old enough to be a nurse? She barely looks old enough to ride a Big Wheel!"

And the nurse chimes in, complete with a lisp (ask me to do this in person, I do it really well, you'll laugh) by replying, "Oh, I don't drive. I keep taking the teths over and over again, but then I'm all, 'Thith ith hard!" (Sorry, I'm not sure how to write lisps. And we won't even discuss the cruely of the word 'lisp' having an 'S' in it.)

Debra Messing kept cracking up after the nurse delivered those lines. So did I.

The other scene that brings tears to my eyes is from your favorite show and mine, My So-Called Life. It's early morning, and Angela is getting ready for school. She had music on, and the song was Blister In the Sun. Angela danced around her room to the music, happy as can be, before leaving her room wearing plaid boxer shorts over leggings with a navy blue shirt that had orange on it (I seem to have a photographic memory for images). She arrived at the kitchen table for breakfast, sullen and all wrapped in Angry Teenager. That was exactly how I felt then.

3. What's your favorite pasta dish?

Hands down, baked ziti. I cook it well. Come on over.

4. I say I'm a morning person, because I feel like that's when I'm most alert and productive. It doesn't mean it's my favorite time of day, though. (Often it is, but I think that's coincidental.) What time of day person are you, and what does it mean to you to say that?

I seem to be substituting "productive" with "creative" which the part of me that psychoanalyzes myself prompts me to wonder if perhaps I only feel productive when I'm being creative. But no, that's not true, there are lots of other ways I'm productive.

I used to be a night person. Being a night person made me an anti-morning person. But, being a depressed person, I realized in order to fight the depression, I had to get up in the mornings.
Then I started having trouble sleeping and became a morning person for a while. Now I've evened out a bit, and am kind of a middle of the day person. Maybe I'm simply a situational person - I'll get up early to hit the Farmer's Market on a Saturday just as easily as I'll stay up past midnight if I'm on a roll writing something.

5. I remember reading that you're more likely to gravitate toward dog people than cat people (I'm probably paraphrasing). Do you think that goes for all dogs, though? I mean, what about someone who has HUGE dogs, or someone who has a couple tiny, hairless yappy things? Does that change it up for you? :)

In a word, yes. People who own dogs score a point for that, it's just that simple. I'm probably more wary of the tiny, hairless yappers than I am of big dogs. I equate yappers with biters, for no good reason (I've never been bitten by a dog). To my readers who are cat people, please don't think I don't like you, because I do. I've met some great cat people (and cats).

Okay, so that was fun. If you want to have fun too, tell me that in the comments and I'll come up with five questions specifically for YOU. (Yes, I know, not exactly following the rules, but ... yeah I've got no good excuses, I'm just not.)