Welcome to the random Tuesday. This week has been relatively story-less but I decided to bring out something from the days of yore. These are questions from my old blog, dated Wednesday, May 8, 2002, updated for 2007. Scary to think that was almost 5 years ago!
Sorry, real updates will happen as soon as something worth while happens, until then, thanks for the memories.
Where did you meet your best friend?
I guess more importantly than that, I guess I have to define who my best friend is. I don’t think I am the kind of person to have just one best friend for the rest of my life. I think a best friend is a thing of the moment and with every stage in your life, there will be a new friend to help you along.
Jenny Olsen: Proof that you can go from barely talking to each other and living across the street from each other to best friends, in a relatively short time. Jenny understands so many things that mean so much to me. The reality of getting a wonderful, degree-based job having a major in the Humanities. She understands the importance of the Relief Society. And know how to put Preference in its proper perspective. Our hour(s) long car talks are filled with shared ideas, and probably lots of carbon monoxide.
Ashley Flickinger: One of the only people to see me cry. Really cry. Knows how to heal a broken heart with cheesecake, and will probably make up a song about it too. The only person I have ever moved away from that I wished that I hadn’t, and cheered the day she came back as my roommate. Someone to giggle with in Ward Council, take random drives to Coaldale/Del Bonita with (All while singing Night Drive and Mexico at the top of our lungs) and still let each other be individuals.
My Mom: I always think it is cheesy when people say their mom is their best friend, no…your mom is your mom. However, my mom is the person who loves me more than anything. Who celebrates when something goes well, even if it is just a yes to Preference and comforts me when things turn bad. The first one to know all of my stories and the most called number on my cell phone. My mom really is the best lunch date money can buy.
What is your pet peeve?
Bossy people. Or I guess I should say, people who think they are helping by trying to change who you are. Sorry, I like McDonalds, and I understand I need to clean my room, and no, I don’t like beads. Thanks though.
Who is your celebrity crush?
I really only have real crushes, but Luke Wilson is my celebrity counterpart.
What was your best job?
It is hard to pick, there were so many that were so wonderful. The only problem is that it was really never the job that was so wonderful, more the people or the circumstances.
The Brooks Health Centre had wonderful ladies who really cared about what I was doing with my life. I continued to visit them for the next couple of years. Plus, it had all the free apple juice and yogurt I wanted.
The Brooks and District Museum taught me that local history can be great and even super humorous. Road trips with new coworkers, while super awkward can also be a good bonding experience.
Working for the Town of Brooks (I guess now City of Brooks) was super awesome, it gave me a chance to spend some of the finest summer days at the Brooks Pool, Library and even Duke of Sutherland to take pictures and show people the finer side of Brooks. Plus, I only saw my boss on the first day of work, and the last day.
What was your worst date ever?
I have shared this story almost as much as I have shared the Tim Horton’s Breakup. It involves an orange truck, and orange hair. Ask me if you need more details.
Are you neat or messy?
I know people are probably screaming, messy, messy, messy. But, if I go to your house and your bathroom is messy, I will clean it. Sorry.
What's your motto?
Hard work, will, determination, and grace, too. (Thanks TTH)
What was your strangest dream?
Strange in deed. When I was in High School, I had a dream I was driving to my wedding in a black two-door car. I never did get a look at the groom, but I did remember something odd about this car. It had giant, hole in the middle of the windshield. A couple of years later, when I was in college, I met this guy, and we were good friends. One day he offered to give me a ride home, and was very excited to show me his new car. When we got to it, there was the car from my dream, complete with the giant hole in the windshield. (He ended up marrying someone else, sadly)
Who would play you in the movie of your life?
Unless I was dead, I would hope that I could star in my own movie about my life. Wouldn’t it be a funny movie? And Flick and Jenny can make the soundtrack.
2 comments:
Someone wrote a dirty post!!!
But seriously, Denise, thanks for the shout-out! There is no one I would rather share a carbon-monoxide induced black-out with than you. Cheers!
What about working at A&W? Wasn't that fun? If you said "no", you are wrong.
As a side note, if I were to pick someone to play me in a movie, it would be an unknown new-comer. That way he would always be remembered as "that guy who played Brent".
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