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Another Q & A


1.  Where were you born? 
Topeka, Kansas.
No, I don't know where Toto is.

2.  Were you named after someone?   
Only incidentally. Originally, I don't know.

3.  How many children do you have? 
Two. Girls.
Five Grandchildren.

4.  How many pets?
Five cats (2 are my daughters, actually, but they live w me) and one half Chihuahua half Min Pin.

5.  What's the worst injury you ever sustained? 
Broke my left arm. Lower arm, both bones broke as shit. Have metal plates, screws & big ol' scars.

6.  Do you have any special talents? 
Failing at everything, even when it seems like the right choice.

7.  Favorite thing to bake?  
Turkey. Or is that roast? I say bake, I put the oven on bake.

8.  Favorite food? 
FOOOOOD!

9.  Would you bungee jump? 
Probably.

10.  What is the first thing you notice about people?
Hair and expression.
Shoes.

11.  When was the last time you cried?
Earlier today. 
I don't cry easily or often.

12.  Any current worries?
You have no idea.

13.  Name 3 drinks you drink regularly.
Coke
Beer
Coffee

14.  What's your favorite book?
Don't really have favorite. Reading the Game of Thrones series now.

15.  Would you like to be a pirate?  
Yes.

16.  Favorite smells? 
Puppy breath.
My 4 month old grandson.
Turkey cooking.
The ocean.

17.  Why do you blog?
I just wanted my writing (stupid prose or whatever) in a place that after I'm gone & my kids ever feel like reading it, they can.

18.  What song do you want played at your funeral?
Haven't decided. Something by Type O Negative for sure, then maybe O Fortuna and some HIM.

19.  What is your favorite thing about yourself?
I make myself laugh sometimes.

20.  Favorite hobby?
Facebook. Hey, it saved me from drugs.

21.  Name something you've done, you never thought you would do?
Be alone and fat at 45. Have failed at so much.

22.  What do you look for in a friend?
Distance.

23.  Favorite fun things to do?
Drink.

24.  Pet peeves?
People.

25.  What's the last thing that made you laugh?
My Grandson

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