I confess that I often get intimidated by these Ask Away Friday posts.
It’s not the answering of questions that I mind. I think most people know that I don’t really have a problem with going deep in my writing or finding topics to be too personal. Inappropriate and irrelevant, sometimes? Sure. That would be the only reason I wouldn’t write about something. That’s often the reason I don’t write about something. Or if it’s politics or religion – yikes.
I get intimidated to ask the questions for these wonderful, wise and witty bloggers I’m happy to be friends with.
This week I’m paired with Dana from Kiss My List and I had a moment of panic when I knew it was her, mainly, because I had an extra week or so to come up with my questions, and I figured they had better be REALLY good with all of that extra time. Be sure to check out her answers to my questions on her blog. I do know that her questions for me are wonderful, and I do know that I want to do them justice, and I do like/respect her a LOT. So here I sit, writing away my Thanksgiving food coma.
1. In that way you have, you’ve woven thoughts about some of your anxieties and fears into your writing. But you are brave too. What makes you feel brave, or why do you think you are brave?
Sometimes I do things that I think are brave, like when I broke up with a nice boyfriend and left everything I knew and loved to move 3,000 miles to be with a man who had previously broken my heart. These days, I don’t think that was brave at all. I think bravery is when it really and truly changes you and makes you work, and work hard. So I suffered out there from homesickness and anxiety, and I never really changed (then) and I never really overcame anything at all. We moved back east and then I did a few brave things. Like give birth twice, and open my heart wider to marriage and children. That’s brave. I feel brave when I am doing something that really scares me. So maybe making a sales call/email is scarier to me than bungee jumping. So making that call? Brave. Bungee jumping? Fun. (bad example because I would never do that, but it’s somewhere along those lines)
Here’s Des being brave. I got to the camera way late, so he had been walking for minutes before this:
2. I know you are a super taster. What exactly is that? Could you turn that into a career?
Well the short story is that I have more taste buds than the average person. You can see them at home using blue dye and a magnifying glass and you can also be tested for it. I think when you are a supertaster, you don’t even need to be tested. You know you are one. It’s not just about tasting an aftertaste in diet soda. It’s about one tiny onion particle in a mound of salad. A needle in a haystack, if you will. Could I make that into a career? Oh I’m certain I could! I could have a picky eater/supertaster’s guide to life. Or cooking. A blog. A book. A blog and book tour! Will you be my agent for this as well as my screenwriting?
3. What is one thing that Cassidy does that drives you nuts? What do you do that drives him nuts?
Well he turns on the news at a really high volume so he can still hear it from the kitchen. Meanwhile, there are blaring newscasters talking about horrific, global events and the rest of us are just hearing/watching it and thinking, “WTH?” And I can’t really differentiate between his moods. To me, him being normal and him being mad/upset look and sound the same sometimes. As for me, I bottle up emotions until I’m ready to scream. I can be a stubborn, insensitive ass.
4. I think you have a bit of an exotic look to you. What is your cultural/nationality background?
I actually had to text my mom for this one! On my father’s side, there are big, dark eyes and thick, dark hair. Des certainly got the thick, dark hair! I am putting this out here on the blog because it’s a common misconception in this world (not really) but I don’t have brown eyes. They’re more green. Now that I’ve gone off topic, (because I’m secretly waiting for my mom to text me back), this is the first photo of myself that I sent to Cassidy when we started getting personal over email. It was the most recent picture I had, and I had to qualify by telling him that the photo I was about to send him might look more exotic than I really am:
My mom wrote me back! So did my Aunt on my dad’s side. I’m German, Polish, Russian, Austrian and Hungarian.
Probably even more than that.
And look! Greenish eyes:
5. We both had a girl first and about three years later a boy. I’m just 11 years ahead of you. Imagine Scarlet and Des in 11 years. What will they be like at 15 and 12?
I shudder to think! I’d like to believe that Scarlet will sail through life like a goddess, but she’ll be about due for an awkward period in her preteen and/or teen years. I think she’ll be very social and diplomatic. Calm. In love with Tim Curry. Oh wait. That last one was me. As for Des, total stud with his teen idol hair and his wide grin. I see him being well-rested, kind and funny.
Like he is now.
6. How would you describe your sense of humor?
Sick, sadistic, perverted, dry, wry, sarcastic and with a twist of immaturity! No, but really, I find fart humor to be irresistible. I can’t…get through a fart joke or a fart incident without pretty much laughing until I cry. It’s bad. I remember being on a date with an older guy once, watching a Mel Brooks movie and there was a fart scene that made me laugh until I cried. On a first date! Although he had to know this about me, to date me. You all have to know this about me. See for yourself:
7. You pour your heart out on your blog, and your writing draws people in and connects them to you and your family. What is something about you that you think doesn’t translate through your writing?
That I’m much taller, cooler and awesome in real life!! (Oh, I kid) That I’m sometimes doing this in flannel candy cane pants? That when I say I suffer from bouts of bad self-esteem and anxiety, no matter how effectively I think I can write about it, I can’t make it translate. And I don’t always write about annoyances and things that anger me, but of course there are plenty. I like to be positive and I don’t EVER like to call people out on my blog. Not even vaguely. Not saying it’s never happened, though..
8. Completely self serving question: how and where do you back up your gazillion photos? Do you have boxes of prints from the days before digital?
Oh yes. I have a box in the garage that weighs at least 200 pounds. It contains all of my film photos. These days, I back them up in at least three electronic places – a hard drive, Lightroom and smugmug. I’m not exactly good at storage, though. That’s Michelle’s department.
9. If you had the afternoon to yourself with no camera, what would you do?
Is it cheating to say I’d catch up on editing photos? Sometimes I’m a month or two behind! That’s why I’ll sometimes post never-before-seen photos and they’ll have Des with shorter hair, or less teeth. I usually have to point that out, for fear someone will notice it on their own. I’d also read some chapters in a captivating book, pop myself a big bowl of buttered popcorn, and go out driving with the music turned up really loud.
10. Do your family members or friends have any nicknames for you? Share if you dare.
I was Tammy from birth until my 20’s. To everyone! Now everyone who meets me has to call me Tamara or I’d scream. The people from childhood got grandfathered in, though, so if they say “Tammy”, I don’t bat an eye.