1. Where is your cell phone? Hmmm

2. Your hair? Fabulous

3. Your mother? Hermit

4. Your father? Gregarious

5. Your favorite food? Pizza

6. Your dream last night? Forgotten

7. Your favorite drink? Diet Coke

8. Your dream/goal? Now

9. What room are you in? Living

10. Your hobby? Blogging

11. Your fear? Sharks

12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Party

13. Where were you last night? Jacuzzi

14. Something that you aren’t? Bitchy

15. Muffins? No

16. Wish list item? Vacation

17. Where did you grow up? California

18. Last thing you did? Stirred

19. What are you wearing? Jeans

20. Your TV? BIG

21. Your pets? Persistent

22. Friends? Old

23. Your life? Heavenly

24. Your mood? Joyful

25. Missing someone? No

26. Vehicle? Magnum

27. Something you’re not wearing? Shoes

28. Your favorite store? Target

29. Your favorite color? Red

30. When was the last time you laughed? Morning

31. Last time you cried? Years

32. Your best friend? Hubby

33. One place that I go to over and over? Vegas

34. One person who emails me regularly? Mom

35. Favorite place to eat? CasaSerrano

Did you know Dawn Wells, Mary Ann of Gilligan’s Island, went to Reno High School? Neither did I! And I went to Reno High! We should have had her face plastered on all the walls, and a special monument erected to her. We could have been the Castaways instead of the Huskies.

I don’t often go sifting through Wikipedia nor high school memories, but a friend of mine uploaded her prom picture to Facebook. Being an 80’s New Waver, I didn’t have boys knocking down my door. This was the Preppy era. Through a Speech & Debate Tournament in Carson City, Nevada I met my senior boyfriend/senior prom date. Where is he now? Wikipedia says he is Grammy nominated music producer, remixer, and DJ.

This would be a good time to insert my prom picture, but I can’t locate it. I’ve searched through a few boxes, but have only come up with a stuffed stingray for Pearl and a photo of me and the Eck (Dennis Eckersley, relief pitcher for the Oakland A’s).

Forgive me if you are a fan of the White Rose ceremony. Hubby and I did not request it, and couldn’t believe our eyes when those artificial flowers appeared. Two bogus, long-stemmed roses which must remain together as symbols of our love. If either of us were angry with the other, we were to remove one rose from the vase. Hold up! Vase? These plastic perennials were not getting their own vase! But I digress. Our partner would surely notice the single rose and clear the air.

Over the years the roses have endured much abuse in the hands of our two daughters. The girls have devised their own sport. Fencing with flowers. Invariably each night I mend the flowers and place them atop my dresser mirror.

Somehow the flowers have weaseled their way into my heart, and as strange as it may seem, I am comforted when I see them together. Perhaps they do represent our life. Exhausted and abused by our children daily, finding refuge in our bedroom each night.

Haha! The White Roses made it into this picture!