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I swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth, so help me God.
May 27th, 2008
Did you know my brother, JHJ, has a blog? It is really very good, but unfortunately I can never link it here. Why you ask? Because he gives out waaaaay to much identifying information, like his full name including middle initial, where he lives now, where he is from, where TheHuckblogs live, really everything but his SSN. So in compliance with The Husband’s rules, I just have to tell you it is great and have you trust me on it. If any family or friends want it, email me and I will send you the link. Recently he did this thing where he invited his readers to ask him anything at all, and he had to answer it honestly. Hey, that is a great idea to have some blog filler even though I have writer’s block! So ask me too!
You can leave a question in the comments, or email me, and I may steal some of the questions JHJ answered as well. You have until Thursday Saturday Sunday. Feel free to ask anything as long as it is not vulgar, and I will answer completely honestly, cross my heart, stick a needle in my eye.
10 Responses to “I swear to tell the truth and nothing but the truth, so help me God.”
It’s not like I put your address and phone number on there. And anyway, anyone with half-advanced google-fu could figure out, if nothing else, what town you live in based on the things you blog about.
JHJ, stop giving people ideas. I had to argue with the hubby to post about what you are talking about. Since I posted that yesterday, I have had several people ask for the link.
EVERYBODY ELSE! I can see you have read this post, why are you not asking questions? Am I that open of a book? Really? Do I need to be more mysterious and cloaked like JHJ? Okay, I am moving the deadline until Saturday. Sunday at the latest.
What is your least favorite book of all time? Do you honestly think W has done a good job in his presidency? Where do you see yourself in ten years? What are your dreams for The Son’s future (you know…like everyone always assumed I’d be an attorney when I was a kid, but obviously I’m not doing that.)? What current event has made you the maddest? What current event has made you the saddest? What current event has left you feeling apathetic?
I want answers to all these. Seriously. Just kidding. Whatever.
Good questions ShoeShe! I want to know the answers to those. BTW, Hey You, did you know that I will be going to see Wicked when it comes to Omaha next year? My husband has already promised. As a matter of fact, he’s the one who first told me that it would be coming to town and I squealed for three whole minutes. Jealous? Remember when I gave you my copy of the book because I thought you would like it? Have you read the sequel (that came out approx. 2 yrs ago)?
Describe the causation, parameters, and effects of hatred. Likewise love.
I note that you didn’t swear to tell the whole truth in the title of this entry. Is this to protect your carefully cultivated anonymity?
If you could choose any artist from history, who would you select to paint your portrait?
Use food as a metaphor to provide some insight into yourself.
Would you rather have a booger hanging out of your nose or bad breath?
If you had to choose between “wet” or “cold,” which would you choose and why?
What’s up with that?
Why do people say, “To be honest with you,” are they lying every other time they talk to me?
Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf?
When did you first know yourself?
Who has been most influential in your life?
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?
Do you have an “alias” (insert haha here)?
I’d recognize those eyes anywhere. I assume learning to breastfeed the son was your greatest challenge and perhaps even your greatest sense of satisfaction. What has been the most frivolous thing you’ve ever done? What action have you most regretted? If you could do anything for one week, regardless time and cost, what would it be?
I think you owe it to your readers to divulge why in the world you’re afraid of eye injuries and glass eyes. (mainly for those who didn’t know you were Ommatophobic)