11 March 2013

More About Me!

Well, hello again! Yes, it is I, Megan, twice-nominated blogger extraordinaire!

My friend, Delia Moran, has a friend named Ms. Pat who nominated her for the Leibster Blog award, and in turn she nominated me. So I would like to thank Ms. Pat for recognizing Delia's brilliance, because this is the same way I got that last award!

When I told The Captain I had been nominated again he asked what kind of torturous questions I would have to answer this time. The Captain doesn't like sharing information. Interviewing him would be like watching a John Tortorella press conference. But you all know that's not the case with me! I 'm happy to blather away. So here are the rules I must follow to accept the Liebster Award:

1. You must tell 11 things about yourself.
2. Answer the questions your nominator gives you.
3. Create 11 questions for the bloggers you nominate.
4. Choose new blogs with fewer than 200 followers and link them to your post.
5. If you're nominated, please leave a comment on this post with the URL of your Liebster Award post.

General consensus is that I fulfill the first requirement by answering Delia's questions, so here we go:

1. What is your preferred beverage? Coffee. Hot in the cold months, cold in the hot months. It's worth mentioning I developed my coffee habit attending Narcotics Anonymous meetings. Back in the day there were no other beverages offered, and a newly clean girl needed to hold a cup of something in her shaky hands. It tasted shitty, but I never drank skunky keg beer for the taste, either.

2. Are you afraid of any animals? I have a healthy fear of some of our woodland creatures, namely bears, but I try and give them a wide berth. I admit to being completely unnerved by centipedes, especially the mutant, ancient ones that invade my home after the spring rains. 

3. Would you ever go hang-gliding? Never.  I mean, if the only way to save my child from a life-threatening situation was to hang-glide to the rescue, I'd consider it. But, otherwise, my initial never stands.

4. Country, city, or suburbs? I live in the suburbs but I want to live in the country. Five is onboard with this plan and suggested we start a "Moving to Montana" jar to save our change. I like him more each day, even if he doesn't feel the same.

5. What is the easiest way to make you laugh? Tell a funny story. Or boot up "The Old Wagon" episode of Modern Family. I've saved it on my DVR for over a year.

6. Do you enjoy a good cry? I do. I have a difficult time crying when it's expected, so my body will sometimes spill that pent-up emotion in the middle of, say, listening to Bruno Mars sing "When I Was Your Man." I try to just go with it.

7. Are you multi-lingual? No, and after several years of trying to learn Spanish with my teenagers I can confidently say I expect that to never change.

8. How often do you read for pleasure? I read the paper every morning, but that's mostly because I want to support the print industry. I only get to read novels when I'm on vacation, and then I can burn through a few books if I'm motivated. On my recent five day jaunt to Arizona I finished three!

9. Can you do anything crafty (sewing, knitting, woodwork, etc.)? I'm not crafty in the traditional sense but I have a knack for presentation. I love nothing more than decorating the holiday tables, which will serve me well in my future Country Weddings business that Five and I will start once we fill that Montana jar a few hundred times. 

10. What was the worst thing you've ever tried? Psychedelic mushrooms. They tasted like dried cow dung and the effect lasted way too long. Oh, wait. Were we talking about drugs? If not, then my answer is skim boarding. I tried it once, it lasted three seconds, and I broke my tailbone. Kids, let both these answers be a lesson to you.

11. Johnny Depp or Sam Elliot? Hmmm. Johnny Depp for fantasy purposes, because I'm sort of married to Sam Elliot. 

Enough about me, unless you have more questions, which I will gladly answer in the comments because I'm not The Captain. In the meantime, here be my queries:

1. What is your favorite sport?
2. What did you want to be when you grew up?
3. Modern or antique?
4. Do you have a favorite band or music genre?
5. What do you want to be doing ten years from now?
6. If you could choose, during what era would you live?
7. D.I.Y or contractor?
8. What is your favorite vacation spot?
9. Can you roll your tongue?
10. Have you ever dyed your hair, and if so what was your favorite color?
11. Do you believe in fate?

Okay, London Mabel, Robena Grant, and Michelle, it's your turn!

Dear readers, please tell me if you celebrate St. Patrick's Day in any fashion. If so, how, and if not, is there a holiday or custom you observe but you're really not sure why?


  1. OMG! Thank you, Megan! I've never been nominated for anything in my life! But then, sometimes I have trouble remembering what I did last week, so that may not be true. It was true yesterday, though, so that's good enough for me. And never for my blog. Seriously, thank you.


    1. I love your blog, and I understand the sheer will it takes to write one given your daily challenges. So, good on you and sorry if I just added to your work load!

    2. Thanks! I love yours, too. And this work was fun and had nothing to do with changing poopy diapers - what more could a girl like me hope for? :)

      Here's the link to the actual post: http://wp.me/p2h8oe-p6

  2. This was fun to read. I do love the way you write :-)

    And I don't celebrate St. Patrick's Day. For one thing, I am not at all Irish. For another thing, he was anti-Pagan, so I kinda hold that against him :-)

    1. Thank you, Deb. The St. Patrick thing is weird because my father was Irish/lapsed Catholic and my mother was Dutch/Protestant but every March 17 we had corned beef, boiled potatoes, and green milk. It's only recently I've started looking at our traditions and wondering which ones I really care about, especially because Paddy did indeed drive out the pagans. I'm more of a one world/one love kinda gal so it sticks in my craw, too.

  3. I grew up in the most Irish Catholic town outside of Southie, so yeah, we wear the green on St. Paddy's. Boiled dinners happen all year round though (with daisy ham instead of corned beef, because Mom is Canadian. :) )

    I love your answers to #10. Also, those are fantastic questions.

    1. In our house, it was always more about celebrating the culture than St. Patrick, so that will continue in a fashion this Sunday. I've got my shamrock dessert plates ready!

      Five and I were in Costco the other day and we picked up some Canadian bacon.

      "I love Canadian bacon, Mom," he said. "Wow. Can you imagine how great it would be to live in Canada and have this bacon all the time? They're so lucky!" He'd be very envious of your mom.

    2. Hahaha! You know what Canadians call Canadian bacon? Ham. ;)

  4. Awww. Thanks. I usually ignore these time consuming things but for you Ms. Megan I will suck it up and go write my blog post. Ha ha.

    On St. Pat's I celebrate it because many moons ago I left Australia on St. Patrick's day, arrived in Honolulu the next day and got to celebrate it again, and this year it is my fortieth anniversary of living in the great USofA.

    1. Thanks, Robena. There's no time limit, although we're dying to know whether you can roll your tongue!

      What a lovely St. Patrick's Day story. The USofA is a better place with you in it.

  5. This is me commenting. I'm in a shitty mood for various reasons, but I still want to support your fun answers to those questions. Perhaps tomorrow I'll be in a better mood. Perhaps not.

    1. I thank you for visiting, and hope your day/week gets better. Either way, I support your right to be in a shitty mood, or any damn mood you choose! Hugs for you, evil looks for the mood maker.

  6. I'll post on Sunday night: www.robenagrant.com

  7. Great post!!! I love these details. But then, we are much alike. We both blather and are married to men who will barely answer the simplest of questions.

    My family celebrates our Irish heritage, not the day, because as Deb said, the saint himself was not so wonderful. We have gone with the traditional corned beef and cabbage for many years now, and did when I was growing up. But for a while there my parents lived out of state, and it was a meal that I couldn't handle, so we flipped to my OTHER genetic line, and went out for Mexican food on the 17th.

    My father calls this "holiday" one of the amateur nights when REAL drinkers should stay safely home.

    1. The Captain works in New York City so he was especially thrilled the holiday was celebrated on a Saturday this year. In years past amateur drinkers have descended upon the abundant Irish bars and left the streets slick with their bodily fluids, which makes for a lousy commute.


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