I love it when I get to do these fun blog tags, it’s like those questionnaires I used to fill out for hours in my teens. I loved them! So, I was quite tickled when I got to play this time, courtesy of my girl Cat over at Honey Badger Press.
Where were you born?
I was born in Texas, and lived here until college, where I left to attend LSU. I also spent a decade on the west coast, where my daughters were born, and a year in Montana, but ultimately, I made it back home to Texas. This is where I’ll stay.
Yes, my Great-Grandma Carrie. Carrie, Caroline and Carolyn are family names. My daughter’s middle name is Caroline. The root of the name means strong and womanly in Irish.
If you have children, how many do you have?
I have two daughters. They are 7 and 9 years old, and are the loves of my life. I don’t post pictures of them on my blog, nor do I refer to them by name. There are too many creeps on the interwebs for me to take those kinds of chances with my babies, so on here, they are referred to as The Oldest and The Youngest.
How many pets do you have?
We have a white lab named Rosie who was a rescue. She was found wandering a country road after her owners got rid of her for “barking too much”. She had been kept in a 5′x8′ chain link kennel with no socializing, no shelter, and no space to move for months. Of course she barked. She’d never lived indoors, but potty trained herself, and has been the best dog.
Our newest addition is Cash, a black English Lab, also a rescue. His owners were in a car accident, and he was being fostered in an apartment. I told my husfriend about him, showed him the picture of this sweet pup who had no family, and his response was, “Dammit, Carrie… you’re an asshole.” Meaning? We’re going to get the dog. He fits right in, he’s a snugglebug, gets along great with Rosie, and has decided I’m his person, even though I did not want to be his person. Sigh.
What was your worst injury?
I’ve never had a serious physical injury, but almost two years ago, my appendix ruptured, and I walked around with it for a week without knowing it. I had a lot of pain, but thought it was an ovarian cyst or something. I ended up in the hospital with a cyst in my abdomen the size of a large orange where my appendix used to be, and nearly died. I later found out that 85% of people whose appendix rupture and don’t get treated right away die. I was very lucky. I also found out that I was the favorite patient on that floor of the nurses and the doctors because I am apparently really funny when hopped up on morphine.
Do you have a special talent?
I am an artist. A painter and ceramist. Those are my special talents that are important to me. They are the ones who define me. I can also (though I haven’t tried in a while), put my ankles behind my head. That made me pretty popular in college.
What’s your favorite thing to bake?
I don’t like to bake in general. It’s too specific, and you have to measure everything exactly. I much rather cook, where I can work from my gut, go on instinct when it comes to ingredients. However, if I really REALLY love you, I will bake something amazing for you. Like last year when I made red velvet cupcakes for my husfriend on Valentine’s Day because I knew he liked them.
What’s your favorite fast food?
Jack in the Box tacos. I know, they are gross. But there is something about those two for 99 cent tacos I have loved since I was a kid. Those and Sonic tater tots with a Route 44 Diet Cherry Limeade.
Would you bungee jump?
Nope. I would, and have, jumped out of a plane. But will I attach myself to a giant rubber band and throw myself off a bridge/cliff only to snap back up and possibly hit my head on something on the upswing? I’m going to go with no thank you.
What’s the first thing you notice about people?
Their eyes. And if they can look directly in mine. I don’t trust folks who can’t make eye contact, or whose smiles don’t make it all the way to their eyes.
When was the last time you cried?
Earlier today when I got some worrisome news about someone I care very much about. I don’t do well when people I love are sick or hurting and there’s nothing I can do to fix it. So I cry because I’m helpless.
Any current worries?
See above. And I’m always worried that I’m doing something that will scar my kidlets for life, you know more than the regular stuff they will tell their therapist when they are 30, and call to tell me about. And also, that my ass won’t look amazing in my wedding dress in October, or my tits will suddenly become less epic than they are.
Name 3 drinks you drink regularly:
Tazo “Zen” tea – spearmint and lemongrass, it’s so delish, and makes me feel kind of like a bad ass when I’m drinking my Zen tea in my studio while I glaze apothecary jars and watch The Walking Dead on my iPad.
Ozarka Lime Sparkling Mineral Water – fizzy water is the bomb diggity, and the only way that I ever make it to my goal of 120oz of water daily. Otherwise plain flat water makes me feel sloshy. I do not like to feel sloshy.
Pino Grigio – aka “Mommy’s Little Helper” – don’t judge me.
What’s your favorite book?
The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood. I’ve probably read it five times. It’s just brilliant, makes you think, and also makes you really value the freedoms you have as a woman. It’s chilling and beautiful, as is much of her work.
I’m also a huge fan of the works of Anita Shreve. She is a master when it comes to the tragic romance, in a way that Nicholas Sparks can’t touch.
Would you like to be a pirate?
I wouldn’t mind playing naughty pirate on role playing night, but long term, I’m going with no. I doubt the plumbing situation would be up to my standards on their ships, and I am the kind of girl who likes to camp within walking distance to a high pressure shower with scalding hot water and flush toilets. Give me a sexy corset and some lace up thigh high boots, and I’ll rock your world wearing an eye patch, matey. But for a lifestyle, pass…
What are your favorite smells?
Grapefruit, Rosemary and the smell of new shower curtains or blow up pool toys. I wear Calvin Klein Euphoria exclusively as a perfume, and it still makes me weak in the knees every time I smell it. My body wash is Bath and Body Works Eucalyptus Spearmint Relax Aromatherapy.
Why do you blog?
I started this blog more than two years ago as the cheapest form of therapy I could find while going through a divorce. I found my voice the more I wrote, and found that people wanted to hear what I had to say. Most people. Some are pissed off by everything I say, and I write for them, too.
What song to you want played at your funeral?
I don’t want a funeral. I want my ashes divided between my daughters and spread where they see fit. Or displayed in an urn I created for that purpose. If people want to gather for a party when I’m gone to have margaritas, listen to music, laugh, cry and talk about some of the crazy crap I did throughout my life? Great. But no fanfare, no somber, sad, formal event.
Name something you’ve done that you never thought you’d do.
I’ve fallen in love, and am getting married again. To a man who isn’t safe. And by safe, I mean someone who has the ability to break my heart and break it to pieces if he chooses to do so. I never thought I would do that. I’ve also given up working outside the home to focus solely on my art. I did not think I would feel secure enough to take that kind of risk, but here, I feel just that.
What are your favorite things to do?
I like to read, play with my kids, paint, make ceramics, do anything involving work with animals (especially horses) and cook. For the next several months, I will also be working extensively on coordinating a pretty fantastic, over the top, bad ass wedding on a tight budget that needs to look like a million bucks.
Any pet peeves?
Oh shitfuck, really?!?!?! That’s like another blog SECTION, much less one stinking paragraph. I will keep it as simple as I can.
People who scrape teeth on forks, bad breath, liars, cheaters, cheap shoes, dirty dishes, raveling sweaters, smelly hair, whining, June Bugs, cockroaches, poor grammar, bad spelling, sloppy drunks, needy people, loud chewing, passive aggressive jabs, crappy posture, mumbling, ear hair, dry skin, wedgies, back fat, clowns, dolls, mimes, rudeness, things that are out of order, sour laundry, static on the radio, flickering fluorescent bulbs, stale crackers, weak willed people, laziness, being cold, scratchy towels, flowery perfumes, dog farts, litter boxes.
The list goes on, but my hand is getting a cramp.
What was the last thing that made you laugh?
My littlest girl in the back seat of our car today. She was wearing this darling black and grey striped dress, black Uggs, and playing on her tablet with her pink skull & crossbones earphones on. She was so adorable when I looked back to ask her a question and she looked up and mouthed “What?” that I chuckled out loud. I saw a glimpse of her as a teenager. But in a good way.
Now, it’s your turn! Here’s the rules. If you have a blog, comment below and I will add your blog to this post. You simply do what I did here, answer these questions, and make sure to say who tagged you (Me! RockerMomRambles.com). Then tag more bloggers. It’s fun, and a great way to get to know your fellow blog owners!