ABC, Easy as 1,2,3…

Since Lisa tagged me, I thought I would waste the last 45 minutes at work obliging her. I feel like crap thanks to a head cold or allergies or something and I’m just done being productive anyway. So here goes.

A is for Age: I’m 32. Ouch. When did that happen? I’m not 30, I’m IN my thirties. Oh the pain.

B is for Booze of Choice: Grey Goose vodka on the rocks with a twist. Or a dirty martini. I like wine, but it always gives me a headache and makes me sleepy, and I like beer but can’t burp so it’s uncomfortable to drink beer. Of course, now that I’ve got a bun in the oven, everything is off limits.

C is for Career: I work in Human Resources, specifically right now employee benefits. But I am quitting in November when I have this baby. and I have made a solemn vow that if I ever come back to work, it will not be in corporate America. I just despise the politics, backstabbing, lying, and cheating I am witness to every single day. Of course, this is where the real money is, so I’m sure if I do go back to work one day, I’ll probably end up right back in the thick of it. Oh well. Maybe by then I won’t care so much.

D is for Dog’s Name: I have two, Lucy and Robbie. Lucy is half saluki and half sheltie. Robbie is a mix of mainly black lab and probably some chow. I also have two cats that I can’t leave out, Kiri and Neo (or Mr. Meow).

E is for Essential Items: Hmmm…. I’m high maintenance, so this list will be long. Facial sunscreen (I refuse to wrinkle before my time), sunglasses (same reason, I am trying to ward off lines around my eyes), Blistex lip ointment, Kleenex (very snotty lately, especially now with the head cold/allergy thing, and ice cream.

F is for Favorite Song: There are so many, it’d be hard to list them. I have sort of been boycotting radio and listening only to my iPod in the car. The ones I get really excited about these days are “Common People” by Pulp (not that stupid ass William Shatner version), “Elevation” by U2, and that’s all I can think of right now. Just to be clear, my iPod is very U2, Beatles and Depeche Mode heavy. That should tell you something about my musical tastes.

G is for Favorite Game: I love anything that pits my knowledge of trivia against others. I will kick your ass. Not really, I mean, I’m pretty good at trivia games. Jake thinks I am some sort of savant, but it’s really just because he can’t remember his own name sometimes, much less any sort of trivia.

H is for Hometown: Not born here, but I consider Dallas to be my hometown. It’s where I am most comfortable and where I did the majority of my growing up.

I is for Instruments You Play: None. I have absolutely zero muscial ability.

J is for Jam or Jelly You Like: I like most all of them except orange marmalade. I really enjoy apricot on some good bread or croissants, but on a PB&J I like Bama red plum jam, or grape or strawberry. Those are the only ones that belong on a PB&J.

K is for Kids: One bun in the oven, which I am about to meet in 15 weeks!

L is for Last Kiss: Quick kiss from the hubby in the kitchen as I was leaving for work.

M is for Most Admired Trait: Well, I don’t know, I’ve never asked anyone. I would say my sensitivity. I usually find myself feeling very keenly what others are going through. Sometimes that’s a bad thing, because I get myself caught up in other people’s drama. Oh and I have a great rack. Well, I did, before pregnancy made them all big and veiny.

N is for Name of Your Crush: Bono. I am way too old to have a crush on a rock star, but there you go, I do.

O is for Overnight Hospital Stays: Not including any when I was a baby that I don’t remember, I spent the night in the hospital in January 1987 after having had surgery to put a screw in my ankle. My mean brother broke my ankle. Don’t you feel bad for me? Isn’t he mean? Nah, not really. We were just playing, it was an accident. And I guess I’ll be having one sometime around Thanksgiving when I deliver this baby.

P is for Phobias: I won’t go so far as to say I am claustrophobic, but I do feel suffocated very easily, just like Lisa says, and I think that inhibits my cuddliness. I also don’t particularly like suspension bridges. The Golden Gate is lovely to look at, but I’d prefer to not go over it, thank you very much.

Q is for Quotes You Like: The harder the conflict, the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem too lightly; it is dearness only that gives everything its value. I love the man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from distress and grow brave by reflection. - Thomas Paine

R is for Regret: Sadly, I regret a lot of things. I regret that I let depression have such an effect on my life for so long before I did anything about it. Looking back, I think it began in college, but I had no idea what it really was. It caused me to do a lot of stupid things, most of which I have apologized to those that matter about.

S is for Sweets: Coffee ice cream, Take 5 candy bars, M&Ms of any sort, but preferrably peanut, Twizzlers…. I feel sick just thinking about all that stuff, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t eat it.

T is for Time You Wake Up: 5:30 a.m. Don’t you feel bad for me?

U is for Underwear: I like the Victoria’s Secret Signature Cotton Panties, sometimes the low rise. I also like Vicki’s V strings if I have to wear a thong, which I try to avoid. But they are the most comfortable ones I’ve found. Nowadays, you don’t even want to know.

V is for Vegetables You Love: I love corn and sugar snap peas. I’ll eat broccoli and carrots but only raw.

W is for Worst Habit: I have lots. I’m not a nail biter or a smoker or anything, but I do mess with my hair too much. And does pessimism count as a habit?

X is for X Rays: I had that broken ankle when I was 12 and I’ve had dental x-rays, and the lovely HSG test.

Y is for Yummy Food You Make: I make really good creme brulee and kick ass macaroni and cheese.

Z is for Zodiac Sign: Cancer. And I am such a typical cancer.

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