Yes! I had almost no time to practice during the 2nd quarter of school, but I practiced a lot over the Christmas break. I also played this morning. I got a bit rusty for a while, but I'm coming back. My brother gave me a quick theory refresher course, so I've been working on scales and picking.Have you had time to play your ukulele lately?
Probably. I'm running low on parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme.Are you going to Scarborough Faire?
I had a few. 1: My 2 stuffed bears, Buddy and Betty. They were my first stuffed animals, and I still have them. Second, Nerf guns. We'd have neighborhood wars, and it was awesome. Third, not really a toy, but pen and paper. That's what I spent most of my time with, either drawing or writing stories.What was your favorite toy as a child? Do you still have it?
That's tough, because there are so many places... Spain, Japan, Brazil, somewhere in the UK. I want to be everywhere.If there was anywhere in the world you could live (in another lifetime), where would it be?
My dad makes it, but it's not really a written down recipe... I'll describe what I have seen, heh.Do you have a family gumbo recipe? If so, will you share it?
I'm pretty stubborn, and a eat a lot. Like a lot of loud, boisterous, life-loving cultural groups, we see food as a cure-all. Down here, you're likely to talk about your next meal while elbow-deep in a pile of boiled crawfish. I definitely talk about food more than I should. In a lot of respects, I'm not like a lot of hardcore, Cajun women. I don't hunt or fish, I can't really grow anything, I can't dance, and I'm not Catholic (anymore).Do you embody any cajun stereotypes?
I predict that I will be clueless while eating guacamole.What is your prediction for the super bowl this year?
There can never be too much talking about food. Or handling food.I definitely talk about food more than I should.
Oh man... the first one sounds like so much fun, and I would definitely use it... but I think I'd have to go with the finding ability. That's a skill I could sell. Maybe I could even get my own TV show. Plus, my poor mom's always losing her glasses.Which superpower would you prefer: the ability to make others audibly fart at will, or the ability to always know where other people left things they can't find?
Maybe I'd imagine that I was having a dream every night about a woman in white telling me it was time for my pill.If you were a patient in an insane asylum and you are imagining your life, how would you know?
1) Dave, of course, will drive. It'll be fun to hear him threaten to turn the car around and deny us bathroom breaks.There's a Halforums roadtrip. You have to fill three roles:
1) Who will be driving?
2) Who will create the Playlist/Provide music (maybe they can play it themselves!)
3) Who are you stuck in the backseat with? (not that way, you jerks.)
I don't feel very sassy these days.[DOUBLEPOST=1358095850][/DOUBLEPOST]You still bringing the sas?
Yes. I snuck into your house last night and borrowed your toothbrush.I am also sick. Did you get me sick?
You know why.Whyyyyyyyy
Never broke a bone. I had a sprain once on my right ankle from tripping over a kid at recess. I couldn't put weight on it for about a week. After that I limped for another week, then I was back to normal. I was a notoriously cautious child and didn't do much that might result in broken limbs, I guess.Have you ever had any broken bones? How did it happen?
I'm still mulling it over. That's a tough one!How did you manage to tip-toe over my last question and avoid it, while still stomping on my heart?
I prefer a stick shift, but I drive an automatic. Stick shift feels more like you're actually operating a vehicle.Stick shift or automatic transmission?