Alphabet soup

Seeing as I've been a big, bad slacker, here's some more random facts that you can suffer through.  The idea was stolen from the lovely, witty, cornocopia of awesomeness that is Toughie:

A. Age:  The age at which bi-monthly colour 'touch ups' are required to disguise the grey.  And those lines?  The ones around my eyes?  I've given up on saying they're just laugh lines.  I know the difference.  They're damn wrinkles.

B. Bed size:  It's a queen.  I like the idea of a king though...more liking the idea of the house that has the bedroom that is big enough to comfortably fit a king-sized bed. 

C. Chore you dislike: Scrubbing the bathtub.  I loathe doing it.  It makes my back and wrist hurt, and I feel such a low sense of self-satisfaction after it's done because I can't, for the life of me, rid the tub of that G.D. ring!

D. Dogs:  Are slowly, slowly growing on me.  There was a time where I would never, ever, think of even the remote possibility that I'd one day be the owner of a dog, but, one day, with a bigger yard (read: a bigger house), we'll most likely be bringing one home.  I hope Zoe and Bosco can adjust. They were here first, so, if they don't....well?  And, the dog must join our family as a pup.  And, I will not be scooping the poop.  Nor getting up through the night when it whines.  Yeah.  All those things.

E. Essential start to your day:  At least one hit of the snooze button and a big, piping hot cup of coffee.  In that order.

F. Favorite colour:  I'm a big fan of chocolate brown.

G. Gold or silver:  Silver, but I'd never, ever refuse something sparkly, wrapped in white gold.

H. Height:  Um, 5'6" maybe?  Unless the weight of my gut has weighed me down.

I. Instruments you play(ed):  While I love music, there is not one thing about me that is musical. 

J. Job title: Call centre schlep.  Still. I KNOW.

K. Kids:  If it happened, I wouldn't give it up, but, I'm certainly not actively promoting, nor aiming for conception.  Put it that way.

L. Live:  In a teeny, tiny mini home, in a small mini-home park.  It's past our "5 year plan" mark, and I'm desperately coveting a larger space.  Like seriously - perusing real estate sites in between posts. 

M. Mom’s name:  Joan, or Mummy.

N. Nicknames:  Ambifer, Sunshine, 'Ber (rare), Burger (only by Alan), BUD (only by Jason).

O. Overnight hospital stay:  None yet, and I'm not looking at changing this answer any time soon, thanks.

P. Pet peeves:  Ooooh sooo many....people talking over me; whiners; when Chris puts the empty water bottle back into the fridge instead of filling it back up; scraping ice off my windows; nose whistles; people snapping their gum, or audibly chewing it like a cow on cud; people who pop and crunch a SUCK candy (people, they're meant to be SUCKED); liars; snoring; "me" people; people being over-fake...(I could go on, and on, and on...).

Q. Quotes from a movie:  "You had me at hello"; "A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti."; "You can't handle the truth!"; "Carpe diem. Seize the day, boys. Make your lives extraordinary."; "Nobody puts 'Baby' in a corner."

R. Righty or lefty: Righty

S. Siblings:  Cathy, Frederick, and Todd

T. Time you wake up:  Seeing as I'm still doing shift work, the wake up time is completely determined by the shift start time.

U. Underwear: Um, yes?  Though, I know a girl who doesn't wear any.  I can't imagine.  I mean, really - there's supposed to be a barrier...there.  Besides, I do enough laundry as it is... She must do a load every single DAY, no?

V. Vegetables you don’t like:  beets, arugala

W. What makes you run late: I tend to doddle.  It's really bad when I wake up a little earlier than I normally would. Suddenly that extra 10 minutes becomes a half hour in my brain and I end up late when I should have been early.  I also have a huge knack for getting behind school buses, Sunday drivers and red lights.

X-rays you’ve had: ankle - twice; the same ankle, and each time it was just a sprain; mouth - the orthodontist wanted to break my jaw and re-set it and put me into braces to fix my crooked jaw.  My jaw's still crooked and my ankle's weak.

Y. Yummy food you make:  I make a damn fine spaghetti sauce, the best French toast, and apparently, my KD tastes better than Chris' (per Chris).

Z. Zoo animal favourites:  I don't agree with animals being caged up.  However, I have to admit to feeling a little selfish glee when I got to see the big, glorious, majestic kitties when I did go to the zoo.