Friday, June 11, 2010

DARCY'S FACTOID SURVEY

Okay, so I am stealing Darcy's factiods. Just haven't done one of these in awhile, so thought it would be fun.

1 • Favorite computer program: I don't know about programs, but I refuse to give up AOL. Easy to navigate, and user friendly.

2 • Car you loved the most: I pewter grey Honda Accord that we bought when we lived in Gresham, OR. Its the only brand new car we've purchased in our marriage.

3 • Snack of choice while watching a movie: Buttered popcorn with Reeses Pieces sprinkled into it. To die for, literally.

4 • Best thing you ever wrote: I've written quite a few works of poetry that I am very proud of . . . some that I have never shared.

5 • Your decorating style: I would call it Modern Tuscan. I don't decorate according to what is "IN" at the moment. I just create what I like. I have always marched to the beat of a different drum.

6 • Last book you read: As you all know, I don't read. The only book I remember reading and liking is ALIVE. Best story of survival and courage that I know of.

7 • Last thing you regret eating: Everything I ate yesterday . . .and the day before . . . and the day before that.

8 • Exercise of choice: Treadmill. Only walking, not running. I am not ready for the heart attack yet.

9 • Code you live by: "TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE".

10 • Most attractive feature: Same as Darcy . . .my eyes. Luckily, my girls got mine, but better.

11 • Favorite cooking tool: My electric grittle. I make a mean grilled cheese sandwich. Ask Randee.

12 • Essential beauty item: These days its Carmex. My lips are always dry.

13 • I make a killer: Lemon Meringue Pie.

14 • Don’t ask me to: do anything spur of the moment, go to the condos, wear a swimsuit, wear color, give up chocolate, sit through a multi-level presentation or sales pitch . . . Too many things to list.

15 • Get out of my way when: I need sleep, or when you mess up my house and expect me to be your maid.

16 • Someday I will: have willpower, be at my ideal weight, sing again, travel to far away places, read the standard works.

17 Was the best time of my life and I didn’t even know it: Probably my thirties. Its the last time I remember feeling pretty. I hardly remember them though because I was busy raising children.

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