As I sit here and read many blogs I think about miscellaneous things pertaining to that author. I wonder why she hates dogs? Does his family members read this blog? They can’t be serious?!

Then I go about my day, not really giving it a second thought; which is too bad really. Maybe I should email and ask the questions that are randomly consuming me for minutes at a time. What if they think I’m a crazy person stalking them because I’m getting too personal. Meh.

But, the good news. Now’s your chance to ask me whatever you like. Whatever? YES. What-evah! And I promise to answer truthfully. Maybe. Some.

And to start… Metro Mama had a couple (that I practically begged like a crazy for).

What is your favourite meal?
Simple. Spaghetti and meat sauce. Not meatballs though.. it has to be meat throughout. As a child, my Godparents would make spaghetti and meatballs; I couldn’t get the whole ball in my mouth and I would be livid. Not sure why really, since a simple slice with a knife and it would be fixed, but I turned it into a huge deal which has stuck with me since.

What is the best concert you’ve ever been to?
I’d love to say Pearl Jam since they are my absolute F-A-V-O-U-R-I-T-E, but I really, really, really enjoyed a David Wilcox concert in a small town arena (like town of 4800 people, small). He played with Alannah Myles and Sass Jordan. Crappy concert, but I’ve never had so much fun.
My best friend (at the time) and I were big David Wilcox fans. That past summer had consisted of cruising around in her 1989 bright red Camero, singing every Wilcox song from her dad’s *gasp* tape cassette. We found out about the concert from her parents and were dead set on going.
We got all dolled up; thinking we were the shit, headed off to this tiny ass venue; little did we know the local drunks would migrate to this concert instead of their regular bar stools at the town’s only bar. We had to be two of the youngest people there but couldn’t have cared less as we drank, sang and danced the entire night. Well, until it came to an abrupt end with my head between my legs, sharing my entire stomach contents with about 50 people as I leaned against a port-a-potty. *shudder* To this day I can’t drink rye and ginger ale.

What is your earliest childhood memory?
I actually have quite a few from around the same time frame. I was 5 years old. We lived in a townhouse subdivision where we were bound by two major streets and train tracks. My brother and I were allowed to play anywhere that fell within those limits. We would ride around all day on our Big Wheels which had huge orange flags so we’d be visible to oncoming traffic since they rode so low to the ground. One day, I was so upset with my brother I pulled up along side him, grabbed my flag arching it right down to the ground; and released. The force left a hue welt on the side of his face and sent him home crying. I was able to ride from the wrath of my mother until dinner since we were rarely to be found during daylight hours. Something I wouldn’t even consider letting my child do now.

If you could have cocktails with anyone in the world, dead or alive, who
would it be?
Kurt Cobain. Hands down. I would have a cocktail and he could have a cocktail of his drugs of choice. Does that count?

What is your favourite part of the male body and why?
The feature that I notice first on the male body is usually his mouth. I am a stickler for good teeth, you have to have good teeth. I love dark features. Dark hair, dark eyes…

But my favourite part would have to be a penis. Can’t lie. I like penis. I hope I don’t have to explain why.

There you have it.

If you’re dying to ask me something. Anything. Post it in the comments or send me an email and I’ll answer everything (Kinda. Sorta.).