May Narcisism Reign On

(1) Have you ever cried during a movie? If so what was the name of the movie.

I can cry to "Littlest Hobo" if you give me a chance. "Little Bear" could make me cry because when the kids were little, I wished I could just be as patient and pleasant as her....

(2) What's your favourite childhood memory?

Favourite? I'm not sure, but I'll mention a few.
Finding the kittens in the walls of the old barn every spring.
Bike riding to the bridge to watch the spring flow.
Harvest, seeing my dad pumped full of joy and energy on the grain fields.
Mom saying "schlope schein" every single night.

(3) Do you have a collection of anything?

Oh, dear Louise. If you thought of these questions yourself, how could you know?
Okay, there's a fabulous set of teacups that we take out from time to time. (all different)
Old linens.
Vintage fabric. Toys, toys, toys.
Old plates.
Old buttons.
Retro aprons.
Old quilts, chenille.
All right, this is getting tiresome, isn't it? There's a basic theme, which even the faintest of brains amongst you should be able to pick up on.

(4) What's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for you?
Again, I couldn't possibly pick one. I've had an awful lot of really good people in my life. The memories that come to me are when people came to me when I wasn't at my prettiest.

(5) What do you want your friends to think about you?
Oooh, another tough one.
I would want them to feel the freedom to be fully themselves around me. I would want them to feel that they could ((GENTLY)) correct me. (Now, don't all come at once!)

There's other stuff, but really its kind of embarrassing, and shows me to be the insecure child that I really am. I'm going to try to sound impressive, instead.
Oh, and I want them to think that I have the form of my prior sixteen year old self. That my breasts are plump and that the right side is the same size as the left. I want them to think that my legs are long and muscular. That cellulite doesn't run in the family. I want them to think that I shower every day, never forget to bath my children. I would want them to know that I have my PhD, but out of humility and love for the future generation of our crumbling world, I have decided to sacrifice my intelligence for the greater good of the children in our community.

Wanna play? Go see Louise.