Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Mayor Spiffy's Meme

Okay, I volunteered..but when the mayor of some hypothetical place called Spiffytown asks you to do something...it's hard to say no. Right?

So , here 'tis.. the Mayor's questions are in GREEN!

1. If you could witness or participate in one historical event, which one and why?

It's a toss up, either I’d like to have seen Pat Garrett shoot Billy the Kid at the OK Corral; or any Doors Concert –preferably the Miami show – but beggars can’t be choosers.. as for why, do I really need to explain either of these?

2. The Pope wants an audience with you, in your kitchen. What do you tell him when he arrives?

Probably that I’d rather burn in hell (if such a place exists) than spend an eternity in heaven with “forgiven” pedophiles OR I’d mention that it’s prolly time for an update in the Pope-y uniform. Cuz dude, it's a dress!

3. You've decided to become a pro wrestler. What?s your stage name and signature move?

Kamikaze Kiwi!!!! And I'm not afraid to throw the fruit salad on your azz!

4. What?s one thing you will never eat again?

Brussel Sprouts!!!! I spent many nights as a child in front of a very cold plate with my father yelling in from the living room “you’re not leaving the table until you eat those” as an adult – nobody owns what it takes to make me eat a brussel sprout.

5. You're elected mayor of your town. What?s the first order of business?

Animal Control. Without getting on my soapbox – the town needs some help. Oh, and free ice cream on Saturday nights in the summer. Dagnabbit.

Bonus question, what's your idea of the perfect day?
I’m happy to say a great number of my days are perfect. Okay, I wish I was getting ready for school not work during the week...but waking up to good coffee and the sun shining in my kitchen windows… my dog greeting me with a toy, my friends and family happy and healthy and all very confident of my love, admiration and respect for them, all good stuff..the stuff MY perfection is made of.

Feel like playing along?
To keep it going:
Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
You will update your weblog with the answers to the questions.
You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

That's it kids. And Mayor I did catch your comment about priorities..I'm working on it.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Lol at the Pope thing.

Brussels sprouts... Yuk. But my arch-nemesis was spinach. Bleaaach! :p I don't do that to my kids.

Sorry, I'm tired and not feeling creative enough to play along, but I enjoyed reading what you wrote.

kenju said...

Funny,funny,funny! I like Brussels sprouts now, but I didn't when I was a kid. You can interview me if you want - but I don't know how interesting it would be....LOL

P.S. She was going to Waynesboro.

Biff Spiffy said...

Good morning, Ms Redecoratorpants. I think I like the new theme, but it makes me sad to see Mona staring benignly at all of us former Wordsmiths.

Loved reading your answers! I ain't climbing in the ring with you. Maybe as the Brussels Sprout...

/Nah

Beverly said...

Hi, I'm Beverly who met Judy yesterday. I was traveling to Waynesboro. My son is there with my only granddaughter. So I'm getting to play with her for a couple of weeks.

tiff said...

Dude - You should take to the Pope as your wrestling personna - that would scare the dress right offa him!

I'd PAY to see that.

Anonymous said...

Kamikazi Kiwi and her faithful sidekide the Hot Sauce Kid!!!!
heh.

Anonymous said...

INTERVIEW ME, please. My blog is in desperate need of an update. Oh, and please be gentle.

Tracy Lynn said...

Dude, I am WITH YOU on the sprouts.

*shudder*

Anonymous said...

Great answers! And great new look! I'd ask you to interview me, but I invited Tiff to, and I'm already scared sh*tless!

utenzi said...

Did you want to se Morrison dropping drawers (okay--leather pants) or the police trying to arrest him, Cravey? I've often wondered how good those Doors concerts were with him always so drunk--but I wish I'd seen them anyway.