A cubical job? Perchance to dream! I'd love 4 walls and a computer while I'm working; I'd feel right at home! I'm an X-ray technician. I appreciate it, but I don't identify with it. I don't know how the hell I wound up in healthcare. But given the economic climate we find ourselves in, I'll hang out. Honestly, I'd like to be a bartender one day. If I have any discernible talent, it's mixing drinks, talking trash and telling jokes. I belong behind bars.
Just Me asked: Why do you hate your dog?
First, I LOVE dogs. They are indeed man's best friend. I had a dog for 16 years -- all through my childhood. She was more of a sibling than a dog, a member of our family. So when I became an adult, we got another dog. A friend gave her two us. I expected this dog to be just like Corky, my first dog. Only she's everything Corky wasn't and nothing she was. This dog is aloof, dim, unaffectionate and disdainful. She prefers to be left alone -- unless I give attention to my newest little dog that I love! Then she barks and becomes obnoxious. Suddenly she cares. I can't stand a dog that doesn't love people. Worse still is an aloof dog who won't let you bond and play with your puppy. Also she's a 128 pound crap factory.
KittyCat asked: Have you ever been caught in a compromising position with women?
And what was your excuse as to why you were in that position.
Does my wife realize it? No. In fact, I can't believe it myself! But you're sweet to think so, Sandra.
ThoughtsAppear asked: What is your favorite Pop-Tart flavor? You'd be surprised how much you can tell about a person by their flavor. No pressure. And, what's the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to you?
Brown sugar and cinnamon. I love'em. Warmed or straight from the package, they're a treat! My most embarrassing thing? Well, I suppose the "jock strap incident" of 1985. Still laboring to forget that. How the hell was I supposed to know which side was the front?
Mona asked: Does a time machine raise the dead? When does your birthday fall? And what do you mean by "Indian?"
First, good burn, Monita. My birthday falls in May. And when I write about Indians, I mean the ones who tried to steal our land from us poor, innocent European immigrants. Not the ones from India, who are the salt of the earth! Honestly, I love all 1.2 billion of them. First, they gave us Gandhi. Second, they're the only ones on that side of the planet who don't thirst for America's demise! And finally, they make such charming bloggers!