Gabriele tagged me, and this one looks like a doozy! :woot:
Three screen names that you’ve had: Umm…I think I’m just me pretty much everywhere
Three things you like about yourself: Ummm…hmmm….I hate this question. I can’t think of anything right now, dammit. If I do, I’ll edit it in.
Three things you don’t like about yourself: Only 3? My hair. My lack of confidence. My inability to quit smoking.
Three parts of your heritage: A whole lot of English, a wee bit o’Irish, and some French Canadian
Three things that scare you: earwigs, ice, and chicken feet
Three of your everyday essentials: Multiple large Dunkin Donuts iced coffees, clean underwear and kisses from my boys
Three things you are wearing right now: red & blue checked flannel lounge pants, a green & yellow checked flannel shirt that goes with a different set of pants, and furry, hot pink slippers with cheezy rhinestones. (Yeah. I’m hot. :kiss:)
Three of your favorite songs: “Shall We Dance” from The King & I, “Austin” by Blake Shelton, and “Lose Yourself” by Eminem
Three things you want in a relationship: love, laughter and great sex
Three things you can’t live without: love, laughter and really bizarre school-made gifts from my children
Three places you want to go on vacation: My bedroom, Rob Morrow’s bedroom, and Alaska
Three things you just can’t do: whistle, algebra, and cook a steak that’s not the texture of shoe leather if it’s not on the outdoor grill
Three kids’ names: My kids? Or any kids? If I had triplet boys I’d name them Athos, Porthos and Aramis and get a German Shephard so I could name him D’Artagnan. My husband would leave me, but I’d be amused.
Three things you want to do before you die: Figure out what the hell good Pi is. Visit Ireland. Ride in an Enzo, baby.
Three celeb crushes: Today? Hmm…Jackie Chan in Rush Hour, Orlando Bloom in Kingdom of Heaven and Rob Morrow from NUMB3RS.
Three of your favourite musicians: Barry Manilow, Enya and Toby Keith
Three physical things about the opposite sex that appeals to you: smiling eyes, working man’s hands, and broad shoulders
Three of your favourite hobbies: Reading, knitting and watching movies
Three things you really want to do badly right now: Reach the itch between my shoulder blades, be done with The Widowmaker and remember where I left my coffee.
Three careers you’re considering/you’ve considered: Honestly I’ve never considered anything but writing except when I absolutely had to
Three ways that you are stereotypically a boy: I love the Three Stooges. Cheezy action movies make my day. And I’m a wicked good shot.
Three ways that you are stereotypically a girl: I will not open a door for myself if there’s a man within arm’s reach of it. Shiny things make me happy. And fire engine red toenails inside my sneakers make me feel pretty.
Oh, I have to tag somebody? Usually I don’t, but I’m going to this time. :eyebrow: Hmm…I’ll tag Karen T, because I want to know what a woman with five sons is scared by. And Ellen because I want to know what she’s wearing right now. :kiss: :lmao: And umm…you know what? I’m tagging my sister. It’s kind of cheating, but I’m going to call her tomorrow and make her answer the damn questions and I’ll post her answers in my comments.
I think I post here more than I do my own blog, but I’m :lmao: right now cuz you said Orlando Bloom in Kingdom of Heaven….
excuse me :lmao:
Okayyyy.Three screen names that youâ€™ve had: KarTempBer. That’s it. I’m easy.
Three things you like about yourself: Being a girl, being able to make a complete Thanksgiving dinner without hardly having to think about it anymore, being able to at least sometimes make the words do what I want them to do.:woot:
Three things you donâ€™t like about yourself: That I can’t (well, don’t) drive, that I’m waaaay too emotional, that, no matter how much I diet, I still look about four months pregnant unless I suck in my stomach so hard I nearly pass out.
Three parts of your heritage: Scots, English and Jewish
Three things that scare you: Movies that feature hacked up body parts, not being able to hear my husband breathe at night, the thought of ending up a poor old person
Three of your everyday essentials: Conversation with my husband, chocolate, clean hair
Three things you are wearing right now: Old jeans with (sigh) an elasticized waist, a navy blue turtleneck sweater large enough to house the entire population of Rhode Island, and slipper socks.
Three of your favorite songs: The unbelievable duet from THE PEARLFISHERS by Bizet, ALL THAT JAZZ from Chicago, IF YOU COULD READ MY MIND, LOVE by Gordon Lightfoot (what can I say, I have eclectic tastes)
Three things you want in a relationship: Communication, laughter and the ability to find the same things outrageous/bizarre/stupid/ugly.
Three things you canâ€™t live without: Indoor plumbing, my kitties, hearing from my scattered sons at least once a week
Three places you want to go on vacation: Anyplace I don’t have to cook, clean or think
Three things you just canâ€™t do: Algebra, cook Chinese, play a musical instrument
Three kidsâ€™ names: They’d be girls’ names, since we never got to use any — Katherine, Rachel and Laura
Three things you want to do before you die: See one of my books made into a movie, play with my grandbabies, finally get decent furniture in our living room.
Three celeb crushes: George Clooney, Clive Owen, and Queen Latifah :dance:
Three of your favourite musicians: I think they’ll all dead. . .
Three physical things about the opposite sex that appeals to you: Eyes, smile, voice
Three of your favourite hobbies: Reading, sleeping, going for long walks
Three things you really want to do badly right now: Breathe (I have a cold), go eat something, crawl into bed with my cats
Three careers youâ€™re considering/youâ€™ve considered: Broadway performer, ballet dancer, classical singer (Really! And trained in all three.)
Three ways that you are stereotypically a boy: Uh. . .
Three ways that you are stereotypically a girl: I will not leave the house without makeup, I wear perfume every day, even when I’m not going anywhere, and shoe sales make me hot, baby. :nod:
I love those!
I don’t even know where my make-up bag is, and I’m not sure that I even own any perfume. :shrug:
I do have this absolutely outrageously yummy tangerine body lotion, though. It’s scrumptious!
not being able to hear my husband breathe at night
I am forever goosing my husband when he stops snoring. And when I went to the New England Chapter conference the first time, I had my own room, and it had a giant king-size bed and I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.
Until it came time to sleep. I realized, while lying diagonally on this massive bed, that with my husband’s snoring and the tall kid’s abillity to snore so loudly I can hear it three rooms down and the short kid’s little snores coming across the baby monitor, that I can hear all three of my guys breathing in their sleep when I’m at home…where I belong.
That was a long, lonely night.
Lol, and now someone write a scene where the heroine seduces a man she’s never met before, wearing mismatching x-sized flannel trousers and shirt, and plushy indoor slippers. :crazy:
Well, Athos (who’s one of my favourite books characters), Porthos and Aramis are better names for kids than Pumuckl (a red haired gnome from a German TV series).
Oh, and if crushes just means men you drool over, I’ll go with Karl Urban, David Wenham and Viggo Mortensen.
Shannon, I can understand that hotel room thing. My father is going to get a single bed, he says, he can’t stand to wake up and think my mother is there beside him, and then realise she never will be again.
My mom had three boys… and me…she didn’t scare very easy but one thing that did scare her was when her second youngest, my little brother, went to her and said,
Mom…my girlfriend is pregant.
And a year later…my baby brother did the sam:blah:e thing. Now NOTHING scares her.
I thought Iâ€™d hop over here so I could learn a little more about you, Shan. Oh, you poor dear thing!
I am so very sorry to hear about the chicken feet thing. I can only imagine what foul (or, in this case fowl), horrific episode from your childhood has embedded this anxiety in your psyche. *shudder*
Maybe finding a guy with working manâ€™s hands to scratch your itchy shoulder blades with some chicken feet will help you get over the fear.
No thanks needed, Shan. Really. Just knowing that I have reached out to help another author in need is thanks enough for me. :angel:
:lmao: Chicken feet.
If you think my flannel’s bad now, wait til it gets cold. :crazy:
And if y’all need me, I’ll be stretched out on Daisy’s couch.
Hey, Mel, what’s so funny about Orlando Bloom in Kingdom of Heaven? He was HAWT! :devil: