I like these questions today -- they're all over the board. Kinda like me. Plus, it's Arctic-like outside in the F-L-A. I'm chilled and a little random... ooooh look! Shiny!
1. Do you have a former lover who you feel is “the one who got away”?
Yeah. I do. He’s the one I always go to that “what if” place in my mind whenever I happen to think of him. Which, thank goodness, isn’t as often as it used to be.
2. Do you have a nickname? If yes, do you like it?
Where do I start? There's Janey, which I adore -- along with the variation Miss Janey, used most frequently by the Choir Urchins. My pops calls me Girlie. And then there's the whole "full name" thing involving my first and middle names. Jane Elizabeth. Which is used more than you think. But only certain people can get away with calling me that...
3. Did you go to theater, museums, or art galleries growing up?
Absolutely. I can remember going, at about age six, to a special kids concert program given by the Florida Orchestra. When I was a bit older, we had tickets to the first Broadway series programmed by our local performing arts center.
Saw “Annie” and “A Chorus Line.”
Guess which one I liked best?
Step, kick, kick, leap, kick, touch...Again!
Even then, my inner gay man had a voice.
4. What shoes are you wearing right at this moment?
None. Are you kidding? I’m the barefoot queen. Even though it's cold enough to snow outside at the moment. And my sad excuse for a pedicure is proof. Although I have about seven pairs of shoes under my desk. Does that count?
5. What do people who know you think is your best feature?
Hmmm.
6. What do you like on your pizza?
Sausage and onion. Extra cheese. Thin-ish crust.
7. Do you believe people who curse generally do so because of a lack of vocabulary?
Holy shit! What the f#&$ do you mean? I swear like a bloody sailor and consider myself to have a pretty damn extensive vocabulary. So, the answer, at least in my case, is hell no.
8. How well do you sing?
Not bad. Pretty good, actually.
9. How well do you get along with your family?
Remarkably well. Again, thank goodness because I live 10 minutes from my parents. We’re both really good about respecting one another’s boundaries. For the most part. Ahem. And it’s nice that they’re so close, considering that Will and I are a dynamic duo during the week, as the mister travels every M-F for work. And my beloved brother and his family are just about 90 minutes away. Also a gift.
I just logged on to Google reader. I'm behind not only on your blog but on my own. I'll be borrowing this for my own lazy purposes.
*word verification* holdom