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The Whoorly Interview
There’s another meme going around and even though I’ve already played it, I asked Whoorl to interview me because I adore her (like the rest of the masses) and I was pretty curious to see what she might ask me. Also, it’s an easy blog post that I don’t have to think about too hard. Except I had to go and decide I wanted to illustrate us on a talk show or something. She hasn’t seen this illustration yet so if it’s suddenly gone, you’ll know why.
Okay here goes:
1. Describe your ideal living space.
Hmmm… I could go in so many different directions with this question. Part of me would love a spacious loft in San Francisco with perfect clean lines and modern minimalist furniture. Another part of me wants a house in the country with a wrap around porch and a big long wooden kitchen table where friends could drop by and drink coffee while I make apple pie. Another part of me loves the craggy chaos of a city like Paris. I wouldn’t mind if things don’t always match or the paint was peeling and the doorways were too narrow to fit a couch through. I just want a place that exudes charm and tells a story.
2. Only one for the rest of your life- brownies or ice cream?
This is an easy one! Brownies forever!!! I don’t really like ice cream all that much. I know, I’m strange and freakish. I think it’s mostly because my front teeth are thin and it’s somewhat painful for me to eat cold things. I don’t have any cavities but my teeth are sensitive. Ice cream is yummy but I’d rather have fat and sugar and chocolate any day. Mmmmmm chocolate. The darker the better. Can I have one right now?
3. What is the last thing you do before getting into bed?
Unfold my futon.
4. Who is your favorite artist? Why?
Oooh that’s a hard one. I don’t have an obvious favorite. I tend to favor illustrators who do childish vector art like I do. I’m fascinated by it for some reason. I love art like this but I actually know very little about the artists. If I had to pick a famous artist, I would probably pick Georgia O’Keefe. Mostly because I visited her gallery in Santa Fe and I was inspired by the way she painted what she loved. Sometimes I didn’t like her paintings but they always conveyed a deep emotion and that is amazing to me. Who cares how trained you are, it’s your ability to convey a feeling that matters.
5. Twizzlers or jelly bellies?
What! Is this another one of those Whoorl questions where I don’t like either of the choices and you’re going to make fun of me like I’m from another planet just because I don’t watch football and eat that funny cheese dip with jalepenos in it or something? Hmmm… well I guess I’d have to say twizzlers because jelly bellies are just too sweet and yucky. Except the coconut ones. I could eat a few of those. Either way they both taste like sugary plastic. Plah. Gag.
Okay, I’m done. That was fun.
I’m going to be a spoil sport and I’m not going to offer to interview anyone. I already have too much on my plate right now with my banner drawing contest. But if you want to play and you didn’t get a chance on whoorl’s blog, I think you should answer the questions she asked me and leave your answers in my comment box. Yeah! It’ll be fun. Or you can tell me all about why I’m an idiot because I don’t like football, ice cream, twizzlers or jelly bellies. Bring it on! I can take it.
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Iron
MaidensMoms
Whoorl and I went on the most AWESOME walk today. My pores are still singing with happiness, three hours later. It was the best. I feel like I could conquer the world. Exercise with a friend is really the best way to go.
If you read Whoorl, then you know how she thinks she needs to lose like one pound or something so she can get back to her original size TWO! Anyway, this woman is made of iron. She has willpower of steel! I know because I tempt her with trips to Starbucks and Sprinkles and she doesn’t fold. Nope. On top of all this incredible will power, she also goes on long walks up Cardiac Hill. I walk a lot too but she was totally making me jealous with her long treks early early in the morning. Especially, since I want to run the 5K again this year and I haven’t trained with the jogger stroller one little bit.
I’m not really worried about my own stamina because a 5K is pretty easy. I’m more worried about the stroller and how Baby Bug is going to do with it. The seat is kinda slouchy for her (because she is the midget baby) and by the end of a long walk, she’s completely reclined. I worry that all that slouching could get uncomfortable after two hours or so.
Well…I need not worry any more. When Whoorl and I set out, we thought we’d be gone for an hour at most. A typical one-diaper-no-snacks kind of trip. I had no idea that we were going to go EXPLORING and we’d be gone for hours on end! It was soooooooo FUN though! I love exploring!
Exploring is great but the unexpected can sometimes be challenging. For example, there was this hill at the end of our walk that was so challenging, both Whoorl and I started to wonder if we’d made a mistake. I should call it “The Hill”. It was so steep. We climb little hills all the time coming and going to the beach but this particular hill was almost a straight incline, with no resting points along the way. That’s all fine and good except when you’re pushing strollers and it feels like they are going to roll back onto you and smash you into the asphalt path beneath you. We were fine of course. Just a little out of breath at the top which made it impossible to yak and tell stories back and forth like we like to.
It was fun for all of us. Baby Bug and Wito were quiet as mice, just watching the scenery go whizzing by… (or listening to their mama’s yammer excitedly at each other, either one) It was a perfect outing. Baby Bug only started to fuss during the very last part. And that was only because we overlapped over into her normal nap time and she always protests napping. Of course when we got back she snoozed like a rock, which was nice.
I know you’re probably reading this and saying to yourself, shut up and pass me a twinkie but I just want to close on this one preachy note: Exercising with a friend is ten million times better than exercising alone. And exercising with a friend who has a baby, when you have a baby, is even better. Iron Moms Rule.
The end.
