Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Interrogation...my turn.

Handed down from tj:

Ask me 3 questions. Any 3, no matter how personal, private or random.
I have to answer them honestly. I have to answer them all.
In turn, you post this message in your own blog or journal and you have to answer the questions that are asked of you.
Ok.... GO!

dena at 12:30 PM

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at 1:42 PM Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm too chicken to play. I am sure Misty will come up with some good ones for you ;-)

 
at 8:32 PM Blogger soapbox.SUPERSTAR said...

01. So far, what was the happiest day of your life? and the worst day of your life?

02. What is the most embarrassing moment you have had?

03. What are you most proud of yourself for?

Bonus:
Who have you worked with in the past that you would give anything to work with again in the future?

 
at 9:10 PM Blogger dena said...

OK Misty, here you go:

01. So far, what was the happiest day of your life? and the worst day of your life? The happiest day was the day Ethan was born. The births of all my children were wonderful and fantastic, and all that googoogahgah stuff, but since I was 41 when Ethan was born, I worried more about the possibility of birth defects the entire time I was pregnant. When I popped him out, and yes, I pushed once and there he was...it was the happiest, most day of my life. And the worst day, well that was the day I was sitting in the ER room...ALONE with a dr. and a nurse. Adam had gone outside to call my Mom, and the dr. walked in and told me that I had CANCER. I thought I was going to throw up on him. Had I been sitting up, I'm sure I would have spewed all over him. All I can remember is gasping, and screaming, "Oh my God, Ethan will never remember me. He'll have no idea how much I love him. He won't remember the sound of my voice, or what I look like", and then I just sobbed. It was the worst, most horrible, horrible day of my life.

02. What is the most embarrassing moment you have had? I have a lot of them, but let's see if I can limit it to one really, really good one. OK, here goes: Years ago, after my first marriage ended I hooked up with this incredibly good looking guy that I had lusted after since I was in the 7th grade. I'm talking drop dead gorgeous...perfect teeth, hot bod, beautiful hair, eyes and skin. We decided to sleep together after a semi-drunken night out. We went to his parents' home on the bay because he had roommates at his apartment, and his parents house was just the perfect place for sex. So, we had sex on his parents' bed, with the white bedspread still on the bed, and it was great sex. But of course somthing had to ruin it, and I f'ing started my period. When we were done the beautiful white bedspread was splotched with red, and I thought I was going to die. I couldn't even accept his phone calls for several days. He didn't think it was a big deal, but I was mortified.

03. What are you most proud of yourself for? I'm proud of the years when I was a single parent raising two kids without the financial or emotional help of their father. There were times when we struggled, and I could have asked my Mom and Dad for help, but we just hung in there and made it. We ate a lot of ramen, hot dogs and mac & cheese, but we did it. And actually have some of our best memories together during those times.

 
at 9:12 PM Blogger dena said...

I forgot the Bonus Question....

Who would I want to work with again...........CERI. I can't believe you had to ask.

You know it's you! We laughed more during that first year working together than I've ever laughed at work. Those were good times. Sometimes they were TOO GOOD!

 
at 8:02 AM Blogger soapbox.SUPERSTAR said...

I did not know the answer to the best day, but was pretty positive about the worst!

Did NOT know about the embarrasing moment, but I am totally laughing now.

I kind of figured what you would be most proud of.

How did we get any work done? Especially with me in your office crouched under the drawing table trying to listen in Steve's office through that hole in the wall?

 

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