Today is your last day to send me any questions you have. Remember my address is firstname.lastname@example.org. Sweet. Moving on...
Hillbilly Duhn is one of the first readers I had. We have become wonderful bloggy friends and this makes me so very happy. Her blog is touching. It's insightful. It's hilarious. Sometimes it's even a little outrageous. I love it. Give her a shout out and tell her that I sent you...
Here's what she asked:
21. You're getting married, what do you think makes a good marriage, one that lasts?
I think a marriage is a bit like a house....
It boils down to the strength of your 'bricks' and the strength of your 'foundation'. I think the difference between the marriages that I have seen succeed and the ones I have seen fail is the strength of the foundation of the relationship.
I think it's also important to meet your partners needs and allow them to meet yours. I think that there is no one thing that makes a good marriage but a lot of daily things. It's the daily thoughtful things that 'cement' (in terms of my metaphor) the house together.
22. Do you have a hero? A person in whom you hold high on a pedestal or one that deserves a credit for the person that you are today?
When I was younger I was very close to my great grandmother. She encouraged my dreams of becoming a writer and would listen to every story I could write for her to hear. She fell very ill and passed away in 2001. It's nearly 8 years later and I still consider her my hero. She taught me a lot about working hard for what I want, even if that means picking raspberries in order to replace your roof. She encouraged me to follow my dreams. I have her photo framed near my writing station because when I feel like this is just one big pipe dream, I think to myself, "she believed in me. I can still make it."
23. Why do you write? Any particular inspiration or just felt compelled?
I have always written. I am not good with words. When I get very enthusiastic I stutter. My grammar is terrible when I speak (hence why it's so bad on this blog!) and I have a very difficult time expressing how I am feeling with my speech. However, when I write properly... I feel as though all the doors are open. As though it is only through my word that people can see who I really am.
Speech can lie. It's fleeting, forgettable and relies largely on body language. Words are permanent. They can be referred to and only depend on one person, the writer.
This is why I write.
24. If you had one gift of word to give to someone, what would the word be?
Hope. There is always hope. Hope does not depend on circumstances.
Sleepyjane another South African blogger sent these questions through. You really should check her blog out as well, because well she's South African and totally awesome! The blog is really cute and filled with random bits of her life. All that ends up being pretty entertaining!
25. If you could choose any talent to be blessed with, anything at all, what would it be and why?
I have never ever been athletic. I blame it on having four toes and a stump that should be a toe. I would love to run fast purely because when I run now I look a bit like Johnny in Pirates of the Caribbean
26. If someone said that they would pay you X amount of money but you are NEVER allowed to blog again, what amount would you accept?
I am really broke. In fact I was thinking how much I could sell an ovary for... Why? Do you have an offer?
27. If you could have been born in any other country, which one would it be and why?
I have an internal love for Italy. Being born there would make me Italian and Italians are beautiful.
And they know yummy food. I mean KNOW. and YUMMY.
Food can just stay uncapitalised there.
28. Tell me something that you are proud of, like some goal you reached?
I've puked in public. Multiple times.
29. If you could be a member of the opposite sex for a day, no strings, would you do it and why?
Yeh. I have always been mystified about the male attraction to skanky whores and the compulsive need to scratch the nether regions in public. It would make a lot of things clearer in my mind.
Plus then I could wear (and get away with wearing) nothing but a baggy pair of sweatpants. i would sit on the sofa with a beer in each hand and burp and scratch until my heart's fufilled. I'm too much of a lady to sit and fart though. ew.
I would say that as a man too. Ew.