I am "Les Mis." My eyes swell like this occasionally, and it's pretty incapacitating. Plus UGH-LY. There is no makeup that can help this. I bet I've had four or five Benadryl today. I told Jorge that if this keeps up and my eyelids begin to droop over my eyes like Kate Gosselin's belly drooped after her sextuplet pregnancy (is that 6?), I'm having plastic surgery on them, oh yes I am, Ma'am.
So I'm doing a fill-in today if I can see the keyboard past the giant caterpillar growing on my eye.
Jeannette at Discover, Create, Dream posted this on her blog a while back, and I thought I would do the same. So I challenge you to reveal yourself, as well. Whatever you reveal can't be worse than posting a pic of a hideous eye like I did, so go for it.
What is your writing process?
I make mental notes and jot things down that I think might be amusing to talk about. Occasionally, I take a picture of something that strikes me as funny and blog about that, like the casket in the garage.
What are your greatest creative inspirations?
My kids and just observing people in general. Also, continual self-discovery is a good topic because it usually resonates with readers who are discovering those same things about themselves, like why "Bare Rocks" swirl, tap and spackle makeup doesn't work well on antique faces.
What are your greatest creative barriers?
Time constraints. I wish I had all day to write. Never gonna happen, or at least probably won't happen until I'm old enough that my drooping, itching eyelids prevent me from seeing the keyboard. Oh, the irony.
What is your favorite word? Currently, it's "intrepid."
What is your least favorite word? "sucks."
What sound or noise do you love?
My daughter playing the piano and singing. Also, my air purifier blowing at night. It's like a lullaby to me.
What sound or noise do you hate? The dryer buzzer. It's annoying to the ears, but it's also annoying to the spirit, like someone yelling at me, "Get up, Lazy, and get in here and fold this laundry! Slacker!"
What is your favorite curse word? I don't curse. But if I did, it would start with "s." And it's not "sucks" because I think "sucks" sounds worse than the other "s" word.
A song/band/type of music you'd risk wreck & injury to turn off when it comes on the radio? Bluegrass or twangy gospel.
Best show on television? I don't have a favorite child. Oh wait, you said TV show. LOST, American Idol, Ace of Cakes (Food Network), Food Network Challenges, The Office, Chuck, Charlie Brown Christmas Special
Favorite movie? Contemporary: Signs Classic: Many, many classic movies. I started a personal blog to keep track of the ones I've watched. I enjoy Bette Davis and Joan Crawford, and Cary Grant. And Cary Grant. And Cary. Grant.
Favorite room in your house? My bedroom. I love to watch TV and read in bed. I love my blankies and my special pillow. Why do I sound like an infant?
Best concert? Gee, I've been to so many ... probably 3 or 4 ... I'd say Amy Grant at a small university auditorium. It was fairly up close and personal.
Brass or strings? Strings. But flutes, really. And harps.
If you could have anything put on a t-shirt what would it be? I saw one that said, "English Major. You Do the Math." That cracked me up.
The best part about being your age? I suppose having more personal free time. I could not have blogged when the kids were little.
Favorite Girl Scout cookie? Peanut Butter Patties
Poker or gin or bridge? I'm a good former Nazarene who doesn't play cards! Ha.
Shower or bath? Showers. Do not like baths at all.
Favorite pajamas? Soft cotton night shirt.
Nightmare job? Math instructor. Selling real estate. Sports commentator. Want more?
A talent you wish you had? I don't know. A talent for getting published? Piano playing, I guess. Or harp talent. Speaking another language fluently.
Dream vacation? Actually, I don't dream of this as often as other people. But probably Greece, Italy, France, London. But then I'd miss my bed and bedroom. Wah.
What's on your nightstand? Lamp, clock, tissues, back scratcher, book by Brandilyn Collins about coloring the sidewalk or something, Simple Church by Eric Geiger, lip gloss, mints, glasses, cup, allergy med.
3 weird things about you:
I buy gifts for people and then forget to give them to them.
I daydream about building gingerbread houses.
I have a running commentary going on in my head all the time. I didn't know anyone else did this until I heard Garrison Keillor do a skit about not trusting English majors because they're writing in their heads all the time. Pretty much true, here.
OK, let me know if you do this one. Or feel free to comment on any one of these in a comment. I'll try to read it if I can get my eyes open later today.
See ya later, wink, wink.