Cordelia's Mom, Still

I’m so oblivious sometimes.  When Vic (Just Plain Ol’ Vic) mentioned me in his #Gettoknowme post, it never occurred to me that I was supposed to respond and not just acknowledge.  Duh.

Well, better late than never, as they say – right?

Vic – this one’s for you.  May my wittiness make up for my tardiness.

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Who are you named after?   Are you serious?  I can’t remember what I had for breakfast – how do you expect me to remember my birth 64 years ago, when Mom and Dad looked at my little newborn face and exclaimed, “OMG, she looks just like …”

What is your favorite lunch meat?  Ah, now that’s a conundrum.  There’s my favorite that I’d like to eat, and there’s my favorite that I can eat.  Well, I suppose I could partake of my favorite that I’d like to eat, but then I’d probably suffer a serious flare-up and be forced to rely on my favorite bland food that I’m sick to death of but it’s fairly nutritious and filling, and heck, I have to eat something, don’t I?

Longest relationship?  Have you noticed that nearly everyone assumes this means longest romantic relationship?  It doesn’t have to mean that, you know.  My longest relationship is with myself – sometimes I love myself, occasionally I hate myself, but I’m always there for me.  Isn’t that what a good relationship is all about?

Do you still have your tonsils?  No.  And I swear someday I’m going to find that nasty old nurse who gave me that shot in my ass when I was only 4 years old.  Didn’t she realize I was already suffering with that horrible sore throat?  Mean old biddy.  But the older (at least 6 years old!) girl in the next bed was very sweet and gave me her own ice cream to make me feel better.

Would you bungee jump?  Probably not.  I don’t even like elevators.

Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?   Who says I ever tied them?

Favorite ice cream?  Yes.  And ice cream is one food I’ve always been able to eat, so long as it doesn’t have nuts.

What is the first thing you notice about people?  Eyes, always.  Usually, I’m so busy noticing the expression in a person’s eyes that I forget to notice if the person is tall, short, fat, thin, old, young, white, brown or yellow.  I’d make a terrible witness.

Football or baseball?  Doesn’t matter – just keep the damn things off my lawn and in your own friggin’ yard.

What color pants are you wearing?  Wow, I haven’t been asked a question like that since I was in my 20s.  You’ve made me feel young again.  Thank you!

Last thing you ate?  Funny you should ask that.  Did you skip the part where I talked about ice cream?

If you were a crayon, what color would you be?  Don’t know.  Do crayons have eyes?  I might notice that.

Favorite smell?  New car – and my lease is up in just a few months.  Woo-hoo!

Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone?  Myself, apparently.  I thought I was talking to hubby to make plans for the evening, but judging by his responses, I was definitely talking either to myself or to thin air.

Hair color?  Like my mother once told me (I was a teenager at the time):  “I’ve earned every damn one of these gray hairs!”

Eye color?  Green, but not as green as they used to be.  In my 20s, I wore these awesome emerald green contacts.  Oh, to be young again!

Favorite foods to eat?  Really, I already answered this.  Were you not paying attention?  It was that whole “like to eat” versus “can eat” response near the beginning of this post.   It doesn’t apply only to lunch meat, you know.

Scary movies or happy endings? Last movie you watched?  This is a two-fer.  I seldom watch movies.  The last one I did watch was Elf at Christmas time.  I tend to like movies that make me laugh.

Favorite holiday?  I am so tempted to say Festivus.  But any holiday when I’m at home instead of at work is my current favorite.

Beer or wine?  You really don’t know anything about me, do you?   Have you never read any of my posts wherein I expressed a love for wine?  You can make up for that oversight now – just search “wine” in the sidebar.  (BTW, like ice cream, wine is one thing I have always been able to enjoy, thank the Lord.)

Night owl or early bird?  Um, more like, “It’s almost noon so I better drag my sorry ass out of bed and feed the dog.” Followed by, “The sun’s gone down and I’m falling asleep at my keyboard.”

Favorite day of the week?  Any day I’m not at work.

Since I’m fast approaching that magic 1,000-word post limit, I’m going to skip the last couple of questions.  I want to know more about every single one of you!  Jump in with your own responses, and link back here (please?).  Go for it!

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