The Alphabet Meme, which I have stolen from Jay and Betty...
A is for Age: I can’t believe it starts this way. A is also for apple too, why don’t you ask me my favorite apple. Oh alright! Jeez. . . . . . . . . . Nope, don’t wanna.
B is for Beer: Any microbrewery on draft.
C is for Career: Well hell, here’s another question that isn’t easy to answer. Maybe this was a bad idea? OK. I’ve been an editor and unpublished writer the majority of time. My main career, though, has been thinking about all things I’d like to have as a career.
D is for Your Dog’s Name: This is getting worse! Guess you missed all the teary posts about my dear Daily Dog, who we had to put to sleep this past spring.
E is for Essential Item You Use Everyday: I have to narrow this down to one, huh? Well, I guess it’s the computer. Al teases me about my need for acknowledgement by getting email. Actually, “acknowledgement” isn’t the right word, but I seem to be having some trouble with my words today. Shit. I hate it when I can’t think of a word. I think it starts with a “V.” Not verification, but something like that. What word am I looking for?
F is for Favorite T.V. Show: Any British mystery, basically. I can’t wait for the new Midsomer Murders to start next month.
G is for Favorite Game: Just about any board game, but I have to wait until my brother comes up because Al doesn’t like to play with me. I kind of yelled at him once when he took my triple letter/triple word score. Well, I had an X! And he put a T by that A. Now, I ask you, wouldn’t you be a little irritated? Of course you would.
H is for Hometown: Wherever I hang my hat.
I is for Instruments You Play: The iPod. I played guitar when I was younger, but those calluses are gone and it would hurt now.
J is for Favorite Juice: Orange, with a wee splash of vodka.
K is for Whose Butt You’d Like To Kick: I am such a wimp. I may bore someone to death but nothing physical. I had a friend who took a self-defense class and said she’d get so pumped that every time she went home she'd ask her husband, “Want me to flip ya?” I’ll hire her to be my bodyguard.
L is for the Last Place You Ate: Home. BBQ ribs (cooked in crock pot), mashed potatoes and green beans. It’s been a good week for dinners around our house.
M is for Marriage: You know, these questions seem innocent enough, but really, some of these could be a post on its own. Marriage. 17 years and counting. Ups and downs. Highs and lows. But worth it. OK—good hubby story: a guy in the squadron announced he was getting married. He told me that all the guys told him don’t do it, run away! But Al shook his hand and said, “You’re going to love it. It’s the best.” I’m getting all teary-eyed remembering that.
N is for Your Name: I didn’t make it up; it really is Kell. Well, actually Kelley, but I’m enjoying Kell.
O is for Overnight Hospital Stays: Had my gall bladder out a few years ago. I wasn’t supposed to stay all night but I got into surgery much later than expected, so they kept me overnight. They also kept an IV in me, so I had to pee every hour. It’s impossible to get any sleep in the hospital.
P is for People You Were With Today: Just me, myself, and I until Al gets home.
Q is for Quote: "A woman is like a tea bag- you never know how strong she is until she gets in hot water." – Eleanor Roosevelt
R is for Biggest Regret: That I didn’t call my dad on New Year’s Eve and wish him a happy new year in 1997. He passed away 7 days later.
S is for Sport: Football (Sorry, that’s American Football, Gary. I watch your football when in pubs in England and Scotland, but I have no idea what I’m watching or who I should cheer for.)
T is for Time You Woke Up Today: 6:00 a.m.
U is for Current Underwear: The one’s that say “Friday,” silly.
V is for Vegetable You Love: I love most veggies.
W is for Worst Habit: I procrastinate and don’t follow through with stuff. Al has a much longer list of my bad habits, but he’ll have to get his own blog if he wants you to know what they are.
X is for X-rays You Have Had: Did you miss my mammogram post? That’s too bad. I probably got lots of search hits for “breasts” and “nipples” with that one.
Y is for Yummy Food You Ate Today: The last chocolate chip cookie from the batch I made last night. Don’t look at me like that. Al took all but 4 to work with him—I didn’t eat a whole batch by myself in less than 24 hours. Although, we are getting to that time of the month. Give me a few more days, and I probably could eat the whole batch. Hell, I’ll just eat the raw dough.
Z is for Zodiac: Taurus. Very much a Taurus. Scared?