Tessa at Nothing Was Said, a new blog to me, nominated me for the Leibster award.
I’m going to give quick-hit answers to the questions, but not nominate anyone for it. Taxes and all. It’s nice to be nominated for stuff like this, though.
And after you check out what the girls have asked for this week, you should check out her blog, Nothing Was Said. It’s new and smart and intriguing.
Who is your favourite band/artist and why?
Norah Jones. No matter the mood or the day, Norah comes on my Pandora and makes it all right.
Who is your biggest inspiration?
My girls are tied for first. They amaze me with what’s possible in 17,000 ways.
What is your favourite food?
Pizza. Even if you’re in a country that spells favorite “favourite.”
Where do you want to travel to most in the world?
To Spring Training. I want to spend two weeks in a Hampton Inn watching afternoon baseball daily.
If you were the creator of your own planet, what would it be called and what would it look like?
Eos. Because planets are coolest when they’re named after Greek goddesses, right?
Are you more like your mother or your father?
Probably dad. He probably loved Linda Ronstandt the same as I do Cher Lloyd.
Still posting three times a week and watching two of my girls playing college soccer.
At school, were you/are you a rebel or a teacher’s pet?
I was a rebel, if by rebel you mean one who skipped class and skimped on homework.
Who is your favorite author and why?
Ernest Hemingway. He was both concise and colorful all at once.
What is your least favourite animal?
When it’s time to clean the litter box, nothing is more despicable than a cat.
What advice would you give to your younger self?
Don’t rush, but don’t waste time. Think, but also feel. Plan, but stay flexible.
I must stay flexible when it comes to what the girls ask …
1. Are glasses you wear in soccer made of plastic?
Eventually, they are.
So I had this friend in school, Teddy Young. Teddy played all the sports. Teddy was like your dad – maybe not the next Dr. J or Barry Sanders, but dang, the kid busted his ass. More than I did. Teddy wore glasses. Teddy was also heady.
That’s not a good combination, unless you’re in the optical business.
Teddy broke probably 17 pairs of eyeglasses before Mrs. Young did something about it.
She put Teddy Young in the ugliest flexible plastic sports goggles. They were two-tone brown, and looked like a Mr. Potato Head accessory. The damned things didn’t break, under a football helmet, on the court, not even in science class.
Teddy Young wore these spectacles everywhere.
They were rec specs. And if you ever needed to wear glasses, I’d insist on them.
2. Who is No. 42 in NASCAR?
I don’t know … let me get my glasses on.
Kyle Larson, a Japanese American racecar driver, is in his second season in the No. 42 Target Chevy. He replaced Juan Pablo Montoya, a dude I’ve been mistaken for. Larson is the 47th driver of the No. 42 car.
Lee Petty (414), Kyle Petty (286) and Montoya (252) have driven the most races in the car. Know who else has driven it? Dudes with names such as Lennie Waldo, Bunkie Blackburn and Elmo Langley have also turned left a bunch of times in the No. 42 car.
3. Is it noisy or quiet on a plane?
It depends on where you sit, and whether drinks are served.
On the way to Cancun, I got in the top of a double-decker jet. It was like living in a neighborhood where people slap “Life Is Good” stickers on their Volvos. Safe, comfortable, serene. Luxurious, I’d venture.
I had plenty of leg room, a shelf for all my crap, and a sweet flight attendant who gave me a Coke and orange juice when my blood sugar tanked on takeoff. I was as pampered as Suri Cruse at a half-birthday party.
On the way back, in the same sort of plane, it was a different story. It was noisy – like a radio station stuck between signals. It was cold, dank. The windows were smaller. It felt like the knave of a ship bound for Hell – or maybe Lincoln, nebraska.
I was as neglected as Piper being transferred to a new prison on that episode of Orange is the New Black.
4. Can you become unallergic to something?
I’m less allergic to the Baltimore Ravens these days. That it’s been years since Joe Flacco’s bullshit toss to Torrey Smith sunk my Denver Broncos in the playoffs. Plus, there are other teams to hate more recently than that (the Patriots, Seahawks and Colts come to mind).
I’d heard allergies come in seven-year periods. Or is that down periods in Denver Broncos football? I forget. But when I was a kid, just an afternoon with my Uncle Frank’s cats (Bogie and Becall), my eyes were red like a co-ed after a bender and my throat felt like a slip-and-slide made of sandpaper.
These days, I don’t get too jerky about cat hair. I just get angry at cats.
It’s more likely a person will outgrow a milk allergy than a peanut allergy. According to a podcast on everydayhealth.com, only about 10-15% of people will outgrow a peanut allergy, compared to 85% who will not always be allergic to milk.
Environmental allergies seem to be yours for life if you have them. Dammit.
5. Is there such a thing as a bottomless pit?
Why, were you counting my pizza slices?
My mom called me that on Taco Night, too. (Incidentally, we didn’t have a fruity designated Taco Tuesday or anything, like white people do. We just ate tacos, any night of the week, and plenty of them. Plenty. I could eat 12 tacos at age 12. At age 43, I’m pretty much two and done. Okay. Three.)
A true bottomless pit would involve 7400 miles. Factor in all the pressure and temperature gradients of traveling in a hole that transverses the earth, plus the molten outer core and radioactive inner core made of nickel, iron and cobalt at a cozy 4000 degrees, and a bottomless pit is no adventure.
With the earth’s rotation and orbit around the sun, you wouldn’t make it far down the whole before you crash into the side of it. And that’s a tough hit to take. Even in rec specs.
We’d better stick with taco night.