Moving. And Interview Me.

Today is moving day.

Things have been crazy with work, and my commute is far too long, so I am moving. I'm excited actually even though the house will be a downsize. It's a cute 1940's bungalow in a nice neighborhood, so I can't complain.

But, that means no blogging for a bit. Need time to unpack and get the Internet set up before I can start up again. I am hoping by the end of next week to have some incredibly fun dirty posts up for you.

But, to tide you over until then, Let's Interview Me.
TAG, a fantastic blogger friend, did a fun Interview Me on his blog where we could ask him questions to answer and he would return the favor. So, I am going to answer the questions TAG sent me, and feel free to send me more!

• The President has decided that blogging is so chic that he simply must have a "State Dinner" with a few bloggers. You are not only invited, but you get to make out the list of other bloggers that will be invited. What 10 bloggers are on your list for the President to invite?

I love this question. I would invite Vix from the Over-Educated Nympho, The Taoist Biker, TAG, Sexie Sadie, Kevin, Complicated Kitten, PostSecret, Susannah Breslin, and The Onion.

• One of Santa Claus, The Easter Bunny, The perfect guy who is your soul mate..... (take your pick as none of them really exist...lol)... comes to you with the power to grant you one super power. What super power do you choose?

If I could have one super power it would be mind-reading. I was born without a filter. People tend to know what I am thinking because I can blurt it out at any moment. But, the plus side of this is, you always know where you stand with me and never stand around thinking, "Is she mad at me?" I hate that. Loathe it actually. So, if I could see what other people are thinking this would be very useful. I could walk up to Eclectic Listener and say, "You want to do what to me?!?"

• Your boss has heard some wacky study that indicates that people who listen to music from one artist or group every day at work are more productive. You have been asked to choose the artist or group for the entire office. We know this will only last a month before your co-workers revolt and kill either you or the boss. Even so, you have to choose. Whom do you choose and why?

This is a tricky question. I don't believe I have mentioned this before on the blog, but I used to be the General Manager of a radio station as well as a DJ. I love music. I love making love to music. I love hearing a song and feeling moved by it. But, if I was wanting my co-workers to be productive, What would I choose? I choose Beethoven. Lyrics would grate on your nerves over time. And you would get sick of hearing the same intonations over and over. With Beethoven the pace would vary and enable you to really think and be productive. In college I listened to him incessantly.

• That knock knock at your door is Ben and Jerry. (Yes the ice cream dudes not traveling gigolos with a flair for the kinky. Then again, who is to say what those guys do when they aren't working.) They have noticed your blog and love it so much they want to make their next flavor of ice cream in your honor. The thing is, you have to come up with the flavors. What about it Nik. What are your flavors?

Energetic Existentialist would be the name of my flavor.
It would be a mesh of things that probably shouldn't go together but would somehow taste fantastic. Much like the dimensions of my personality. It would probably be vanilla based as I hate chocolate ice cream, with a hint of cherry because cherries represent something wholesome and to the majority of the American public my first impression is very girl next door. And definitely have an undertone of Red Bull. Because I am addict. I talk fast, walk fast, and am always trying something new.

• A co-worker you despise lies on the floor gasping for air. You are the only person who can save them. It is up to you to act (or not). This person is the bane of your existence and often you have contemplated leaving pipe bombs or poison insects in their car. Now is your chance. You can let them die while everyone stands around watching in horror. Or you can act to save them, thus prolonging your own suffering. What do you do?

Unfortunately for me in this situation, I would have to act. For one, my conscience would come after me. And two, I am a Certified Professional Rescuer Instructor. I can train others on CPR, AED, First Aid, and O2. So, technically I could go to jail for not helping. *sigh*

• In a recent blog post you mentioned not liking a part (or parts) of your body. What parts and why?

I have learned to love my body. I love the power it wields. But there are parts I'm not crazy about. Mainly, I wish I had longer legs. I was cursed by my Father to have short legs and a long torso. They aren't ridiculously short, but I notice it. They are very strong though and I appreciate that. And the second thing I dislike I inherited from my Mother. It is my inability to have a flat stomach. No matter what size I am, it is never flat. We are built with hips, and curves, all six of my sisters and myself. But, in some ways, I think that is beautiful too.