What would you attempt to do if you knew you could never fail?
Submitted by BeckyPink.
Uh, this question is on the slightly stupid side for me. Part of learning and growing is failing. If I never failed at anything, I would either think I had done everything correctly the first time and continue doing it wrong and never learn anything, or I would do it correctly but never grow from the experience.
That being said, I'd play the lottery on a huge payout night.
What do you have, what do you need and what do you want?
Submitted by Miss Scotch.
HAVE
A beautiful, healthy daughter, loving and understanding boyfriend, crazy brother, supa-fly mom, wonderful extended family, car, job, roof over my head, great business ideas, resources to make them work, priceless life experiences, passport stamp from Africa (Tunisia), hip hop abs, a smart mouth, teeth without cavities, bones never broken, three tattoos, at one point or another six piercings, love of the outdoors, a special relationship with animals, fear of deep water, hatred of flying, need for speed, few regrets
NEED
Food, water, air, love
WANT
January to roll around faster, house renovations to be done, move to Nevada, more time between work and bedtime, visit Canada, a better school district, a raise for Lovey, to get a book or short story published, to never look back and say I wish I would have, to go out on the boat more often, to make a mark in the world, a good friend or two (within a reasonable drive)
How old were you when you had your very first boyfriend/girlfriend? Do you still know them now?
Submitted by KIM.
I went through all of my high school years sans boyfriend. I was everybody's friend, the guys especially, since I didn't really get along well with other girls, but never anyone's girlfriend. Probably didn't help that I grew up as a fly on the rice if you know what I mean. Anywho, my first (real) date and my first boyfriend was my daughter's father. I still know him, I just don't know where he is and heaven help him if I find him. Deadbeat.
Where do you consider home? Is it the place you grew up; the place you're currently living? Why is it home?
Submitted by uncagedbird.
Funny that you should ask this QotD. I've had this arguement with many people whilst living in different places. When I lived in New York for two years, I never called it home. Don't get me wrong, I loved NY (minus the reason I moved there), but it was never home. I've now lived in Miami for going on three years and it is also not home.
Home is, was, and will always be at 245 Van Meter Road, Belle Vernon, PA, no matter who lives there now. As long as that house stands, it will be home. It's home because that's where I grew up. It's home because I got to watch that house get built from the ground up. It's home because that's where all my childhood memories are, the good and the bad. It's home because that house, that yard, and that neighborhood are all a part of who I am today. It's home because it's the only place where I've had my own space. It's home because that's where my heart is.
How many jobs have you had in the past five years? Where and what did you do?
Submitted by M.
It's been a slow five years for me as I've only had four jobs. Some overlapped.
Right now, and since January of 2006, I've been the queen of scissors and staples on Miami Beach. I'll stick around here a while as I may soon have a new title.
Between December of 2004 and December of 2005, I was an administrative/personal assistant/website designer/house sitter/dog sitter for a rockin real estate broker here in south Florida. Great gig. I could wear whatever I wanted, ride my bike to work, shower there if I needed/wanted to, hop in the pool, play with the dog. She's doing great still. Hooray for her. During the time I was working for her, I also ran the hostess stand at a local restaurant. Who knew they'd pay $12 an hour just to put people in their seats. Hell, that's more than some office jobs pay down here. Meh, I'm good at that sorta thing.
Prior to that, I did the Club Med thing. October of 2000 through November of 2004. Search my tags for Club Med for wonderful stories from those years.