Questions, part deux

Woke up because of the puppy and her insane belief that two a.m. is playtime. Actually, I woke up because Emma saw some weird figure cross this little grassy knoll by our apartment and was spooked. Zelda took it upon herself to just be up too.

Anyway....been going thru old posts and I found this Questions post. Thought I'd give a new entry and ask other questions. So...here they are with my answers attached. Feel free to answer in the comments or in your own blog. Leave me a link so I can read them.

If you could get away with one particular crime, what are you itching to commit? Robbery. And I want it to be a huge heist like an Ocean's Eleven sort of thing. Plans and schematics and timetables and partners. I'd love to pull that off.

Without limitation or boundaries or barriers, what would you want to be when you grow up? A spy with a license to kill. I want the gadgets and the secretive, stealthy way of moving. I want the rendevous with sexy double agents and adrenalin pumping ninja fights atop skyscrapers. Talking about James Bond, baby! Naomi, Just Naomi....Double-O Me.

With unlimited funds to your name, what would you buy? An island. Just like Richard Branson's Necker Island. Now, if I could put that on an Amazon.com wishlist, I sure as hell would.

Favorite scar? Why? I love scars. I almost said that I don't know why but I understand perfectly my fascination with them. A reminder that we survived something that threatened our being. Granted, the little scar on my leg I acquired during a crabbing trip in North Carolina was not as a result from a death defying incident, but still. My favorite is a toss-up between two. I have one my left wrist below my thumb. I was in the fifth or sixth grade when I tried to hop a friend's fence. I flipped over it like an idiot and sliced my wrist open just enough to scar it forever. The other is on my right pinkie. Living in Indianapolis during my middle school years. I was washing dishes when a glass shattered in my hands. A large chunk of it sliced the skin, which folded like a flap on my finger. It's an ugly scar but I like it.

Worse gift you can receive? A stuffed animal. Don't get me wrong. I had my fair share of them when I was a child, teenager, etc. But as an adult, what do you do with them? I feel a tremendous amount of guilt and sadness when I donate them or get rid of them by other means. Those loved ones that gave them had thought of me and cared enough to show some affection in a sweet way. But what do I do with it? Don't you find it creepy when an adult has a million stuffed animals in his/her bed? And storing the vast collection of them in your closet? I still some that I can't bear to part with my favorite being a little brown bear I received for my eighth birthday. I don't know who gave it but I love the thing. Still....what do you do with it? Buy me a pen or a journal or paint or something like that.

What's your comfort food(s)? Mashed potatoes, cheese. Both of those things, I will walk into a grocery store and immediately pick up and feel happier.  No gravy on the mashed potatoes, please. Eck! I love the way they feel in the mouth. And warm and settling in the belly. And cheese! I can go thru a block of cheese like there will be no tomorrow and lactose intolerance is a figment of the medical society's imagination. Yum! people. I have a few others but those two are tops.

Would you go to a nudist beach/colony and be nude? Hell, freakin yeah! I am a nudist at my core. Naked skin is one of the greatest things. And having no hinderances like clothes or social restraints? Who could say no?!

Your turn.

Comments

[Nae]

Hi. I am Naomi. And I am a nudist.

[Carrie]

I think I'll answer these through cwirl. I can't believe we've never shared our parallel lives as secret agents. BTW, clearly Nudists Anonymous has not curbed your desire to disrobe in public.