So I’ve seen this floating around Facebook recently and since I havent posted anything this week, I figured why not…
Are you named after someone? Yes, I am named after my dad’s late sister, Natalie. My actual name is Gina-Natalie.
When was the last time you cried? I actually cant remember the last time I had a real snot en trane (snot and tears) cry. I do tear up at least once a day because of something I’ve read online or because something reminds me of someone I’ve lost, but no real tears.
Do you like your handwriting? Sometimes. If I’m not rushed.
What is your favorite lunch meat? Thin sliced turkey breast.
Do you have any kids? Aaron and Faith 🙂
Do you use sarcasm? Me? Use sarcasm? Never!
Do you still have your tonsils? Nope.
Would you bungee jump? Hell no!
What is your favorite cereal? I don’t really eat breakfast and never cereal. It gets soggy and that’s just yuck.
Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? No.
What is your favorite ice cream? Plain ol’ vanilla.
What is the first thing you notice about people? Their smile and if its genuine or not.
Red or pink? Red.
What is the least favorite thing you like about yourself? I am not patient enough with my kids.
What was the last thing you ate? Mac & cheese for dinner last night.
What are you listening to right now? The sound of the aircon in my office.
If you were a crayon what color would you be? Something in the blue range.
Favorite smell? The first rain of the season.
Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? The mom of one of Faith’s friends.
Hair color? Really? I have no idea. Reddish, brown with blondish tips??
I have a whole wall full of family photos (and a whole bunch of much more recent family pics that need to be printed and put in frames and hung up).
My absolute favourite photo is this one.
We are not entirely sure who he is. We think he may be my moms grandfather. I found the photo when I was going through my grans old photos. She had photos from her wedding, photos of her brother and other important family photos and then this one. There is no writing on the back and Paul is convinced its just the photo that came with a frame. But…
I dont think frames came like that back in the day. It wasnt in a frame when I found it, just tucked in loose with the others. And, he looks like my grans brother. Definitely family!
Oh boy. I can spend hours and hours fantasizing about what I would do. Mostly I think I would be practical though.
First off, I would buy/build a house. I would make sure it was perfect. Specifically the kitchen. I have a kitchen fetish and a huge board on Pinterest with many, many clever ideas I would like to include.
Then I would put away money into a trust for the children. A nest egg for them. For their education, weddings, first home, travel, whatever they need/want.
I would pay off all our debts.
Then, I would take a holiday. We would go somewhere fun, lots of site seeing, lots of food, lots of relaxation.
And then I would put what was left into an investment for our retirement and I would go back to work and living my life.
Write the beginning of a scary story and let your readers decide what happens next.
The rain was coming down harder, the icy pellets stinging her bare arms. She stopped walking at the cross roads, her eyes darting to the sides, into the dense bushes along the road. She knew she wasn’t alone, she just didn’t know what else was out there, watching her. A loud crack of thunder sounded at the same time the lightning struck, illuminating the road ahead. Nothing but a long dark road, flanked my tall trees, bending almost double in the wind and rain. She started walking again, a little bit faster. The sharp staccato sound of nails on tar made her heart beat faster. She didn’t turn around, just started to run.