October 13th Questions:
1.If your children are going trick-or-treating this year, what costumes are they wearing? Do you take them door-to-door or do you take them to a sponsored event? Tell us about the last time you dressed up for Halloween. How do you feel about Halloween in general My children are grown, but while they were growing up we didn't celebrate Halloween...their father was very against it. I loved Halloweeen when I was growing up. I think the last time I dressed up for Halloween was at work one year... I was a gypsy. And, I enjoy Halloween...one of my kids (I think to make up for the fact she was never allowed to enjoy it when she was a little one) goes all out for Halloween...and I'm glad to see it.
2.Do your friends and family read your blog? How does this knowledge affect your writing? Do you feel like you can totally be yourself on your blog? Where do you draw the line when it comes to disclosing too much about your life on your blog? I know some of my friends read my blog. And the family does some. And, I tend to be completely myself all the time, chanel handbags whether I'm here or anywhere else. Pretty much, what you see (or read) is what you get. Disclosing too much? I don't talk sex or politics. Ever. Otherwise... pretty much anything goes.
3. Are you an early bird or a night owl? What do you like to do in the early morning hours or late at night? How do your sleeping patterns affect the rest of your family? I USED to be a night owl, but now I go to bed sometime between 10-12. Bob and I always make it a point to go to bed together. Sometimes I get up earlier, and I try to work on my writing or LASR or editing at those times.
4. Do you lie about your age? Why or why not? Nope... I love the reaction when I tell people how old I am and they go, "No way!" I've been blessed with my father's "look younger than you are" genes. While he was in his twenties, and in the Navy, he would go to the movies in civies. When he would ask for a ticket, the cashier would automatically give him a half-price ticket. And, when I was born, he was visiting my mom in the Naval hospital. The nurse came in and said, "Oh, is this your son?" My mom (not happy at all, since she was only three months older) said, "No! This is my husband!!" At which the nurse patted her hand and said, in a soothing tone, "Well, dear, as long as y'all are happy."