Saturday 9

 
Happy Saturday 9!


1. No matter what's going on in your life, what always makes you smile?  The sight of my son in his pajamas, watching my pigeons, Bob Newhart.

2. What's the biggest lie you've ever told?  A lie by omission.  I didn't tell my husband that I was independently wealthy until after we were married.  My family has always hidden its fortune for safety purposes.  Once I told him, though, he was pretty darned surprised.  That was fun.


3. Do you hold a grudge?  Totally. 

4. What is the worst job you've ever had?  My first job when I worked for a crazy dentist who would slap bloody cotton rolls (right out of the patient's mouth) into my bare hand and mutter under his breath all day if he had a fight with his wife, which he often did.  I also had to make his sandwiches for lunch, relay messages to his wife when they were not speaking, and entertain the patients while he sat in his office smoking despite being an hour behind schedule.  Thanks for the flashbacks! 

5. What would be your dream job?  A Radio City Rockette, obviously, but assuming you mean in THIS life, a successful author or columnist. 

6. What is the happiest event you've experienced?  Finding out I was pregnant with my son.  I thought I was gliding on air for days. 

7. What is the saddest thing you've experienced?  My mother-in-law died before our eyes and it was excrutiating. 

8. Do you tend to exaggerate or underestimate?  I am the biggest-most-hugest exaggerator in the entire world!

9. List the cars that you have owned. Give us just a few words about each one.   

First car = 1977 Ford Mustang.  Green, White Vinyl Landau Top.  I loved that car.  I bought it in 1988 and it only had 32,000 miles on it and was like brand new -- even still had the original Mustang floor mats. 

Second car = The ubiquitous red Ford Escort.  This was the first car I ever bought new.  It was just what I needed for that time in my life -- working full time, going to college full time, too.  Lots of running around.  It was totaled in an accident while I was living in Michigan.  That accident ruined me for driving in slippery conditions for life.

Third car = Black Ford Escort that I shared with my husband once my car was totaled.  We couldn't afford another car at the time as we were then both full-time students and part-time employees.  Oh well, we certainly spent more time together, AND spent a lot more time waiting around to be picked up!

Fourth car = Blue Ford Taurus.  We finally had just enough money to buy a second car, and really needed one as now we were out of school.  We had to take what we could get, though, and could not really choose the style, model, or color.  Of all my cars, this one suits me the least and, of course, has lasted the longest.  This is the car that just won't die and we just can't justify replacing.  It runs like a pro and never needs a thing and still only has 40,000 miles on it to this day.  It's my husband's car now, and he has a very short commute to work.

Fifth car = By now we had our son, so  . . . you guessed it, a mini-van:  Blue Ford Windstar.  I know.  Ten years prior to getting this thing, my husband and I sat in an artsy little bistro and swore and drank to the pact to never, ever own a mini-van.  How boring and devoid of style they were.  Well, once my son came along with all his equipment -- strollers, playpens, diaper bags, etc. -- nothing looked sexier to us than a nice, roomy, reliable, safety-rated mini-van.  And that's what I'm still driving.

Have a Saturday, and, as always, thanks to Crazy Sam for this week's Saturday 9.





P.S.  Regarding #2 -- THAT was the biggest lie I ever told.