1. Where do you hid the reeally good snacks?
I don’t hide snacks, but chocolate? Oh yes I do hide that. But only if I purchased it for myself. In a house of 4 women chocolate is like gold. Because the Princess Palace (aka: Diva Den) has strict privacy rules about other’s bed chambers anything in my room is considered off limits and safe. But I still have hiding places for it even in my room.
2. Do u keep your vehicle clean or am I the only one who has things falling out of their van?
For the most part my car is pretty clean inside. I go in spurts of cleaner some days than others. Being in Avon, on any given day there could be a number of boxes of brochures in my car, in bags, ready to give out to anyone that happens to be walking upright and breathing. But there is no food, and the car seats from babysitting are gone now (I used to have 2 in my home daycare that required car seats and one that needed a booster).
3. Have you ever been to Vegas?
While I do apply the Vegas rule to any and every situation (what happens there stays there), I have never been to Vegas. Funny thing is, I have ZERO desire to go to Vegas. I might be the only person I know who couldn’t care less if it vanished off the face of the earth. Just nothing about Vegas appeals to me. Not even getting married by an Elvis Presley impersonator would be a draw, not really into that or drive-through weddings either. I don’t gamble, money is too hard to come by to do that, might as well light it and toss it in the fireplace!
4. Warm room light blankets or cold room warm snuggly blanket?
COLD room, warm snuggly blanket please! In fact electric blankets are good, I love mine. My cat likes my room cold too because she sleeps on the blanket and keeps warm, usually against my leg.
5. What is the worst airplane/flying experience you’ve ever had?
I will go on record as saying I HATE flying. Terrified the entire time. It is so hard to read or sleep when one is a complete basket case.
First bad experience, and the worst, was my second time in the air, coming home from Cancun. Thankfully the flight down was smooth and uneventful or I’d have hitch hiked back to the states and then hopped a Grey Hound bus home. Coming back I needed to use the ladies room, so I unbuckled my seat belt (that alone was enough to bring on a panic attack) and went. While sitting on the commode we hit turbulence. The flight attendants recommended buckling up. I’m frantically searching all over around the potty, seems no one thought to install a seat belt for the plane toilets. I was certain I was going to bounce against the door, forcing it open, landing with my fat ass sticking up in the air, pants around my ankles, and that when we crashed that is how my body would be found! Thankfully I was able to hang on, finish my business and get back to my seat. No doubt I looked like I had seen death eye to eye when I returned.
Now in order to get on a plane, which I have done a few more times because it is about the only way to make it to a foreign country in reasonable time, I require Xanex. When I informed my doctor about how much it disturbs other passengers to see me laying in the fetal position on the floor sucking my thumb and weeping hysterically, he agreed I needed some flying assistance. I pop one of those babies, have a really big, strong drink at the bar in the airport, and then board the plane. By the time we hit cruising altitude I am out cold sleeping. It is the only way to fly.