Jill, Spanglish Jill, La Sabrosona, of My Spanglish Familia nominated me for this award, so I’m doing it, because I love Jill and this one looks fun, and I need more reasons to sit my jammied ass on the sofa and type away happily while I drink coffee.
Did y’all see those new lightweight glass mugs at Starbucks? I shoulda bought some. I really just might.
Anyway, here we go —
*Thank the blogger that nominated you
*Nominate up to 7 other bloggers
*Answer 3 questions
*Ask your nominees 3 questions
Thank you, Jill.
Jill asked what’s the funniest thing I’ve heard lately, and I’d hafta say it was when I misunderstand Moo and it sounded like she said, “Now I know why my fox burned the other and flapjack clues on the floor!”
I shouted back, “Yes, I hate it when my fox burns the others and leaves clues!” She actually said something like how her box was turned the other way and her shoes were on the floor — but if you read me much, you know you never can tell with Moo —
Jill asked if I had all the time and money in the world, what would be the thing, food, music, place and/or people who would make me the happiest?
The answer is variety. I dunno, because isn’t the best thing in life having choices? Maybe I feel like these people or those people, this music, or that food. Depends so much on mood. Planning never works for fun. Fun either happens or it doesn’t. Also, my idea of fun seldom matches the traditional definition of fun. I very much enjoy lively conversation, and food I eat with my hands. A good beat is a good beat. I can find beauty most anywhere, so place isn’t too important, beyond temperature. Let’s keep it cool, okay?
Jill asked the best advice I’ve ever been given and the best advice I’ve given and that’s really hard to choose. My mother said the best way to deter nosiness is to direct people to their own motives by asking, “Why do you ask?”
“Why do you ask?” is incredibly effective.
When people ask you nosy questions, ask them, “Why do you ask?”
It never hurts to question your own motives at times, either. Most people aren’t aware they have motives, let alone what they are.