4/1/07

It Probably Would Be Easier To Lie

To shut me up whilst I was begging like a little, spoiled brat about being interviewed, The Queen of Funny sent me the following questions:

How did you meet your significant other and when did you know he/she was THE ONE?
I met Rav while working at a YMCA summer camp.
I knew he was the one when he a)Spoke to me in a Sco'ish accent (man, that got me going - gets me going) and b) When he did a perfect impression of Leon Phelps: The Ladie's Man. Cracks me up. To this day.
If you'd like to read the "real" answer, it is here.

How would you characterize the person you were in high school? In college?
The person I was in high school - Awkward, timid, too old (though I was among the youngest in my class), and not yet ready to embrace my inner dork or "incredibleness". I didn't relate to kids in high school. I was thinking about things that no one else seemed to be concerned with. I suppose I was sort of an outsider. I had friends in high school. But as I do now, I tended to have a handful of good friends rather than a gaggle of fake friends.
College - I never really did the whole college-life thing. When I attended, I was part-time, working and trying to support myself.
And now I'm back full-time as a stay-at-home mom, a bit older than the rest of most of my classmates.
I never seem to do things the "traditional" way.
If I had to say today what kind of person I am in college - focused and I am there because I want to be there.

Tell us about a time in your life when you felt ashamed.
I really can't get into that here. Which I know sort of defeats the whole purpose of being interviewed. But it's not something I'm willing to blog about yet.

If you could ask a genie to grant you three wishes, what would your wishes be? (Wishing for more wishes is not allowed.)
First Wish: To get The Farm back.
Second Wish: To travel the globe with my Rav.
Third Wish: A dress kilt get-up for Rav - they're muy, muy expensive-o.

Do you contest that the National Park Ranger Uniform is the sexiest uniform there is and, if so, what uniform would, in your opinion, trump that of the Park Ranger?
Now, while I don't get short-of-breath for the National Park Ranger Uniform, I understand where you're coming from. As Rav has his own uniform he has to wear to work. Sexy beefcake that he is in it, we've never used it for "recreational" purposes. But I think I am as most women are.....a man in uniform is hot. A man in a Dunkin' Donuts uniform, handing me a piping hot cup of, that which I shouldn't drink and handing over a glazed ring of death is in my heart forever.

BUT I think I lean toward this:


And this.....
Especially this:
I think it's time to do an ebay search for Rav. I need to fulfill one of those wishes. Oh, and....

Real Men Wear Kilts.

7 ripples in the pond:

Jen said...

what?! you mean the wrestling uniform -- the onesie singlet, or whatever it's called -- did not make your list of top get-ups?! lol. :)

jen r.

Anonymous said...

I was like you in school, shy, quiet, didn't fit in, had a few good friends. I'm not nearly as shy anymore, people laugh when I tell them I'm shy, but I still have that feeling of being an outsider. Don't know why. I enjoyed reading your answers.

OhTheJoys said...

Nice!

I think if I ever meet my Park Ranger goal I might have to move on to some of your suggestions!

Tabba said...

Jen R. - believe it or not, the singlet doesn't necessarily "do it" for me. I enjoy seeing Bry in pictures when he wrestled, but it just doesn't grab me like the others ;)

deb - I still feel the outsider. I can totally relate to you on that one.

Jess - Rav came from a nickname one of his coworker's gave him while going through the academy for his present job. People in their class couldn't pronounce his last name, so they gave him the nickname of Ravioli. And when we (the kids & I) show up at his work, she says: "Look, it's all the little Ravioli's!".
He just happens to be an Italian/Irish guy who can do a Scottish accent remarkably well. Along with his Leon Phelps & Shaggy impressions. They're pretty impressive.
I guess the little Celt in me gets all worked up over that accent.
Whoo doggies.

Pippajo said...

Oh Lordy, a Scottish accent and a kilt! Gets me every time!

Also, a few weeks back I learned of yet another benefit of The Viking being a fire fighter: Class A uniforms. He had to be in the Honor Guard at a former fire fighter's funeral (say that 3 times fast) and came home in his uniform: blue coat, tie, badge, hat, white gloves, whole nine yards. I was talking to a friend on the phone and just trailed off mid-sentence when he walked in the door. Couldn't talk anymore and had to hang up!

We...um...haven't used any of his firefighter gear recreationally either, but his Class A hat IS hanging on our bedpost.

Girlplustwo said...

it's funny, i so don't understand the men in uniform thing..

your love for Rav is remarkable.

11111111 said...

Nice.
I wore a kilt to a friend's wedding: a Scottish man marrying an Indian woman, each in their country's native garb.
I have a picture somewhere....