If there’s one thing I’ve learned as a blogger, it’s that certain phrases from your childhood are really more relevant in the blogosphere than in real life.
“You scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours.”
“Turn about is fair play.”
“Tag, you’re it.”
It’s true. And in the last few weeks, I’ve been attempting to play nicely with my fellow bloggers. But here’s the thing–some of my FAVORITE bloggers are hanging up their hats to pursue other interests. And that’s GREAT…except I miss them. And I don’t have as many blogs to read. And that makes me sad.
So, in an attempt to make some NEW friends, I’ve started linking up with Erica at Yeah Write. It’s a great system for bloggers looking for…well, just about anything. From new readers to inspiration and more, Yeah Write
has brought some new blood to Abby Gabs, and for that I am already eternally grateful.
Then Erica ran up to me on the interwebs playground, poked me in the shoulder, and challenged me to a contest.
Don’t worry. Not like dodgeball, or anything scary. She just challenged me to answer 11 questions about myself. And you people know I can never say no to a list blog. So, here is my response to her challenge.
11 Answers to 11 Questions
What’s your favorite sandwich?
My husband makes this killer grilled cheese sandwich. The key is the perfect sourdough bread. Add crispy applewood smoked bacon, smoked gouda cheese, and thick slices of summer tomato, and it’s game on. Mmm. So good.
Who is your favorite ethnic actor?
Ewan McGregor. What? He’s Scottish. That’s not American, therefore, it is ethnic.
Besides searching for porn new blogs, what’s your favorite internet activity?
Fill in the blank: When I was 13, I got in big trouble when my parents caught me __________.
…on the phone past 8 o’clock. What? I was a goody two-shoes in my tweens. I got in more trouble when I pulled the fan out of the ceiling
, or when I whacked my baby brother over the head with a deadly sweater
. Just sayin’.
On a cross-country road trip, who are the three people you’d want with you, living,dead or fictional?
#1: My husband, because his sense of direction is way better than mine.
#2: Guy Fieri, because we’d ALWAYS know where to stop for grub.
#3: A good conversationalist. This could be Brian’s aunt Tina, my Dad, or Anderson Cooper. I’m not picky, so long as the conversation is rolling.
What item do you keep buying at the store over and over thinking you’re out, and when you get home, it turns out you had plenty?
That’s easy. Pasta. I think the current count is 6 boxes of spaghetti, 2 boxes of elbow macaroni, 1 1/2 boxes of lasagna noodles, and at least 3 boxes of penne. And the funny thing: we really don’t eat that much pasta.
What’s the most expensive item you’ve ever let your children play with? If you don’t have children, insert [irresponsible unemployed ingrate] here.
I don’t have kids. And I don’t know any unemployed ingrates. But the most expensive thing I play with on a regular basis is my camera.Without it, there wouldn’t be blogs about the Monday blues, how I killed a spider with my brown loafers, or the most amazing dream I ever had.
Who wears the pants in your family? And do they make your butt look cute?
I would say that we both share in the pants responsibility equally. It’s hard to judge a butt’s cuteness when it’s crammed into the same pants your husband is wearing simultaneously. But, next time he’s home, I’ll take a peek and let you know.
If it paid good money, which of your character flaws would make you a millionaire among millionaires?
Flaws? FLAWS? I have no flaws to speak of.
Ok, maybe my lack-of-humbleness. Or sarcasm. Man, if I could get paid for being sarcastic…
Leftover pizza: cold or reheated?
Depends on where it’s from. If it’s homemade pizza I’ll probably reheat it. If it’s from a pizza joint, I’ll probably eat it cold. However, I always eat cold spaghetti. It’s my favorite.
Tell us about your first love, fictional or inanimate, in exactly 140 characters.
Sky blue eyes & floppy blonde hair, he chased me on the playground and shared his last cookie with me on the school bus. We were 9 years old.
I’m hoping I sated Erica’s curiosity about my eating habits, travel companions, and pants. And I’m hoping she’ll still want to play with me when I break the rules of this game and intentionally skip the part where I’m supposed to challenge 11 bloggers to play along.
I just can’t do it. I’m not good at confrontations.
There you go. A bonus fact about me that you probably didn’t know, in exchange for breaking all the rules. I’m a rebel.