Interview me. These are the rules
1. Leave a comment in this post saying you want to be interviewed.
2. I'll give you your questions in the same thread.
3. You post the questions in your own Blog/LJ/whatever, along with their answers, as well as this message.
4. People reply to your post asking to be interviewed, and you give them questions of your own.
5. Rinse and repeat.
These questions were asked of me by Ryno



1) Since every guy -- not to mention most girls -- want some of the D, let everyone know what would make up your perfect spouse. Details, Details, Details.

per·fect (pûr f kt) adj.

1. Lacking nothing essential to the whole; complete of its nature or kind.
2. Being without defect or blemish: a perfect specimen.

I have this idea built up in my head as to what my spouse will be. Part of it is from years of watching movies like Cinderella and Sleepless in Seattle. I want to be swept off my feet. I want to get that weak feeling in my knees. I want my heart to skip a beat; I want my stomach to do flips. I want it all. I want the Fairytale. Is that too much to ask? No. I believe that there are men out there that want to be Prince Charming. So here I am.

As for my Prince Charming… I ask that he is taller than me so our children have a chance at being taller than my measly 5 foot 3. I like darker hair, yet a spent a fortune in attempts to make my hair lighter. I like eyes that I can get lost in. A smile that melts my heart and a personality that makes my friends jealous. Catholic is a plus, but if he’s not that doesn’t take away from him. A man who can tolerate the vast array of bullshit my siblings would put upon him and do it all in style. I would like for him to understand why I am obsessed with music and movies. I don’t want a funny/outdoorsy type, Brain Regan calls that a Rodeo Clown. He HAS TO BE FUNNY. Not in the stand-up comic way funny. Just someone that makes me laugh. Laughter cleans your soul. As Uncle Milty said, I laugh to live and I live to laugh. I want him to sing to me, even if he’s horrible.

I want a man who will be a man. I want him to own a toolset and not know what all the tools are for. But I want him to bee geek enough to fix my modem because I’m not getting optimum speed. I want a man who can fix the oven and at the same time know when it’s time to call a professional.
I’m not one of those, “You complete me!!” kind of gals. That’s a bunch of hooey. I want a man that makes me more of myself. In short I want to look at us as a couple and say, “Yeah. This makes perfect sense.” These are all things that would make my perfect spouse. I’m sure I’ll think of something else that I’m forgetting. And I’ll throw it all out the window to feel special for a moment…

The movie Can't Buy Me Love proves it all. I want the man who starts off as Ronald Miller and ends up as Patrick Dempsey.


PS If he looks like Stephen Lynch. That’s a MAJOR plus.



2) What is the greatest song of all time? Why? You may only pick one, no ties.

Sweet merciful crap! Why don’t you ask me to explain Cold Fusion to you? At least given a little bit of time I could figure it out. I HAVE NO IDEA. This is the hardest question anyone has ever asked me. With music, new songs come out all the time. I can’t pick the greatest song of all time, because even though Cro-Magnon man didn’t have a record deal, he did bang on the occasional rock. I wasn’t around for that one. The greatest song has to encompass so much. A great beat, original lyrics, with a killer hook. No matter what I pick I’ll be pissed at my choice and want to change it, so I might as well just pick something and be pissed at it. This would be easier if you categorized it, like best rock song, best pop song, best ballad etc. Part of me wants to go with The Boss – Born To Run just because of its balladesqueness (if that’s a word) while it still rocks. I love Billy Joel’s Tell Her About It, for the many times I wish guys would quit flirting around and just tell me if they like me or not. Stupid boys. Sorry I got sidetracked. You know I could commit to one song right here, right now and a week from now, the greatest song of all time could hit the radio waves, then I’d just be a liar. What about Our Lady Peace’s 4 AM. For one the line, “If I don’t make it, know that I loved you all along.” That’s the line I want on my gravestone.

But I found the greatest song of the moment, because there is no greatest song of all time. It’s a myth, like the Loch Ness Monster. For the moment it’s Innocent by Our Lady Peace. Why? Because every time I hear the line, "And while she wishes she was a dancer, And that she’d never heard of cancer, She wishes God would give her some answers, And make her feel beautiful..." I once dreamt of being a Radio City Rockette. There is no way to describe how much I wish I never heard of Cancer. I ask God for answers all the time. ANd most of all sometime I just wish I had someone to hold my hand through it all and make me feel beautiful.


Such a crap answer. As true as the above answer is Im already pissed at the answer. It's like asking what breath is your favorite. The one that gets you to the next one. It's a perpetual thing. There is no answer.



3) Finish painting this picture of yourself: "In five years I'll be...."

Working at a job that I love, even if it’s not what I intended it to be. In five years I’ll have been or will be in love. He may not be “The One”, but that’s ok. I’ll have been to other places besides the East Coast. I’ll have a better idea what I want for the rest of my life. Right now I can’t even commit to a shampoo.



4) Better time: High School or College? Why?

College. If you asked me when I was still in College what was better, I’d say High School. Hands Down. But I think after 3 months of being out I’ve had time to look back on the pictures, had those moments where I recount the same old story for the 45th time, and I miss my friends more than I ever thought I would. In college you figure out who you are. High School you have no idea. Even if you think you did, you were kidding yourself. I think part of it was that with High School, you knew you could always come back to your friends. They were always at home. In College, you make a second family for yourself that you need to help you get through it. But you always left it at school. For me, the people that helped me get through the toughest 4 years of my life are now in Long Island, New York, Connecticut, Maine. That family helped me get where I am today and the depth of gratitude I have cannot be put into words.



5) What has been the one greatest moment in your life? What makes it so much better than all of your other great moments?

Just one? Sweet Lord Ryan these questions are impossible. These are the kind of questions that if I had the same advisors Bush has, they’d tell you you couldn’t ask that question, “It’s too hard.” I could do the ever popular, Graduation from college. That’s not my style. I’d have to say one of the greatest moments of my life is the day I first met Tyler. He’s the son of my best friend Brianne. The little monster is 2 now. As I look a picture of him and me from Graduation, where we both have the biggest smile on our face, it just reminds me that I found Quinnipiac on a fluke, and I really had to convince my parents that I should go there. They told me we really could only afford 2 years and after that, they weren’t sure. It was a big gamble that I convinced them to take and they did. 2 years in and I got a job as an RA and then I didn’t have to worry anymore. Through all the crap, I’ve gained countless friends, Tyler (my boyfriend), and experiences that no matter what I wouldn’t trade for a second. The only regret I have is that it’s over. But I know I had to go so someone else can have the time of their life too.


I do promise that all of the above answers are 100% from my own noggin. It scares me that they did.


What's funny about the "perfect" spouse question is on Tuesday I was asked out on a date while working at Ralph's. By a 34 year old mentaly retarted man who lives in the group home down the street. When I told Herbie, that he was too much man for me and that he was too cool for me, he told me to give it a try anyway. I feel bad that I lied to him, but I told him that I was seeing someone. Herbie said that if it doesn't work out with this guy if he doesnt treat me right to give him a call. The only reason I lied is that he remembered me from when I worked there 2 years ago, and when he asked me out then, there was someone in the picture. So when Herbie asked how that guy was, I said he was gone, and Herbie went into launch mode. Herbie is the cutest man. And it breaks my heart to talk to him, but for the sanity of all the workers when Herbie stops by every day, I had to do it. Either way I feel like a scum bag.


Peace....


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