Layer One: On the Outside
Name: Grand High Exalted Mystic Lime
Birthday: shared with the ever delectable Hugh Jackman
Current Location: sitting on my ever widening arse
Eye Color: honey with flecks of gold (That's how Mo, of Cross-cultural Communication fame described them, poetic, no?)
Hair Color: salt and pepper
Righty or Lefty: righty tighty, lefty loosey
Zodiac Sign: I think I will invent my own chocolate zodiac just so I can be dark Milk Chocolate with a peanut butter meltaway center.
Layer Two: Just Below the Surface
Your Weakness: My stupid lower back which keeps betraying me.
Goal: To get my stupid lower back strong and stable without having to go through surgery.
Your Fears: Having my stupid lower back cut into by a surgeon.
Layer Three: Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow
Your thoughts first waking up: Ugh, morning already.
Your bedtime: When I become incoherent or one of the kids rouses me from my own puddle of drool on the couch.
Your most missed memory: If I could remember it I wouldn't miss it, now would I?
Layer Four: Your Pick
Pepsi or Coke: Ginger Ale
McDonald's or Burger King: Are you trying to make me vomit or scare the crap out of me. I mean really...the choice of equally awful 'foods' sold to me by either a demented clown or a downright creepy, oversized plastic king. *shudders
Single or Group dates: Dates aren't my favorite fruit, I prefer berries
Adidas or Nike: The Goddess of Victory, of course
Lipton Tea or Nestea: Stash teas
Chocolate or Vanilla: If you know me at all, you don't even need to ask
Cappuccino or Coffee: I never touch Evil Bean Juice. It's vile.
Layer Five: Do You?
Smoke: I smolder
Have a crush: Grape Crush please.
Think you've been in love: I know I have been.
Want to get married: Last time I checked I already was.
Believe in yourself: I blog, therefore I am
Think you're a health freak: My freakiness is your normal and vice versa
Layer Six: In the Past Month
Drank alcohol: Yep
Gone to the mall: Thankfully, no.
Eaten Sushi: Again with the trying to make me vomit...
Gone skating: Nope
Dyed your hair: You MUST be kidding. My family caused my grey hair, they get to look at it.
Layer Seven: Have You Ever?
Played a stripping game: Once I had to strip the bathroom wall of 100 years worth of layers of paint.
Gotten beaten up: Not going there.
Changed who you were to fit in: I adapted to a completely different culture but I didn't essentially change who I was at the core.
Layer Eight: Getting Old
Age you’re hoping to be married: Been there, done that
Plastic Surgery or Wrap: What?????
Buried or Cremated: Green burial, thank you. Pine box, white shroud, no embalming.
Layer Nine: Perfect Mate
Best Eye Color: I'm a complete sucker for brown eyes that dance with life and sparkle with mischief
Best Hair Color: Makes no difference
Short or Long Hair: Long enough to run my fingers through
Layer Ten: What were you doing...
1 HOUR AGO: Realizing my plans need serious revision.
1 WEEK AGO: Implementing Phase 1 of my diabolical plans.
1 MONTH AGO: Putting the finishing touches on my plan for world domination.
1 YEAR AGO: Deciding to take over the world.
Layer Eleven: Finish the Sentence
I LOVE: Chocolate
I HATE: Mocha
I HIDE: Chocolate
I MISS: Being able to eat chocolate and stay skinny
I NEED: A hot fudge sundae with peanut butter ripple ice cream.