1. Think back a decade, do you remember what your first cellphone was? Was it as cool as Zack Morris’s phone?
First let me say I am totally giddy over the Saved by the Bell reference. Whoever came up with these questions just might be as geeky as me. But I digress. I had this guy:
With the goofy, awkward telephone pole sticking up at the top.
2. What is the first children’s book you remember being read to you?
Let me preface this by saying Mick and Deb are totally awesome, loving, and devoted parents...but I don't remember a single book ever read to me. Possibly because it was never done.
Man, I am in trouble.
3. What was your first car? Did you love it or hate it?
This is a source of bitterness in my family. My parents bought a new Ford Escort for me and my mom to share, but since it was a little inconvenient they bought me my own car, a '93 Plymouth Laser. Super cool. But then I went away to college and my parents wanted me in a safe car, so I took the Escort. To this day, my sisters still claim my parents bought me two cars.
And they did
4. Who was your hero growing up?
This is going to paint a very shallow picture of me: I have no idea. There were plenty of people I admired, but no one in particular I tried to emulate. Is that what a hero is even for? I'm confused by the question.
5. Think back to your first kiss. Was it everything you dreamed of?
Oh dear. Do I have to answer this with my mother reading?? Yes? Ok. Here we go: ohmigoshtotallystinkinawesome. And that's all I can say.
6. What was your first BAD hairstyle choice? (Extra points for embarrassing photos)
My choice was to not do my hair in 7th grade. Yikes. Frizzy and wavy. I don't have to dig for a picture. I can just take one tonight when I brush out my curls.
7. What was your first realistic dream? (One where you had to think “Oh dang, was that a dream?”)
I was three years old and there was a bear chasing me around trying to eat me. The details have faded over the past 24 years. But I hear that happens.
8. What was the first phobia you remember developing?
Water. As in the kind you find in a lake possibly infested with screaming eels. Thanks Auntie Cindy for cultivating this fear that has stayed with me for 21 years.
AC really hasn't gotten great press the past few days here. Yeah, she exposed me to the best movie ever, which happened to also foster a debilitating fear of water I can't see through, and told me my body was made up of worms, but she is also a super hip lady and the main source of my creative ambition. So she's coo.
9. Which character on Sesame Street do you most identify with?
This is hard. I wish my long term memory worked. Some days I like to think I'm an Ernie: aloof, playful and care-free. Other days I'm Bert: rational and boring. And then there are those Oscar days every month that I'd rather not talk about.
10. What was the hardest goal you ever accomplished?
Setting the family record for the most homemade tacos eaten at one sitting: 7.
See how I resort to funny in an effort to divert the topic away from the painful realization that I don't set goals because of my fear of failure?
But I exaggerate. I don't set hard goals because, again, I just might be shallow.