In my time on this earth I've gotten around to doing quite a few things.
Some of them I liked doing, others not so much.
I guess there is a certain from eating fresh strawberries with cream on a lovely summer day to going to the dentist to find out that he doesn't believe in pain kind of scale to everyone's life, and there are things you enjoy doing and then there's stuff that just has to be done. Like, say, sleeping and Finnish taxes.
I have been extremely fortunate to meet the person I started dreaming about when I was still playing with Barbies, and although at that point I maintained that his name was Steve, him being called something different didn't soil the awesome turns of events that put me in the same place at the same time with him, and made him fall in love with me. I have been blessed with travels that have taken me to places I'd never thought I'd visit, some I didn't want to visit but ended up loving, and some I made my home, and found amazing people in, who I'm proud to call my friends.
Alone, with my 'Steve', and with my friends I have had the chance to experience some awesome things that are out there.
I never thought this would be one of them. But it is.
I have actually written almost 200 posts on this here blog.
200. That's a lot for a woman who gets ants in her pants at the first sign of a routine, consistency, or any sort of coherence.
A lot for a woman whose natural flight instinct is much less like a person's than it is a wild animal's.
A lot for a woman who would really like to write every day all day, but finds it very hard to sit down and actually do it.
So now I'm leaving it up to you, my cherished readers, to take the lead and ask me some questions that I can answer in my 200th post. I'm not guaranteeing an answer, at least not a coherent or a sensible one, but I'll try. I won't answer 200 questions, but I might spring for 20 as long as at least some of them can be answered with a simple yes or no.
Anything from how did you get into blogging (Dunno?), did you really read both the new and the old testament (Guess.), to what is your view on pink shoes with a red dress (Yes!). And everything in between.
I swear, I'll try to answer.
(Actually, I think I'm trying to get away with not responding to your sweet comments. Shame on me!)
You have until Sunday.
Post the questions in the comments or send them to me at email@example.com
A child of a global world, originally from the land of Santa and cell phones, married to a bona fide viking, and attempting to raise a loud little life who has Down syndrome, all the while getting used to the US Pacific Northwest after many years in Latin America and Africa. Against all odds the kid's first words turned out to be 'mom' and 'book' instead of 'fuck' and 'no'. That may well turn out to have been my finest parenting moment ever.