Our very first ever round of ask me anything. You guys came up with some very good questions, too! We need to continue with this… It was fun. And I really do want to have an Ask The Mister Anything round, too. Maybe even Ask Avery…
And we’re off…
1. I would like you to photograph each room of your house and all of the “do it yourself” projects you have accomplished. I love to decorate but could get some great ideas from a professional. And we all don’t give a shit how clean or not clean your house is. Courtney, at Coco’s Cuckoo World
Well, Courtney, I do love to show my house off. Good thing you added the not giving a shit if it’s clean clause… Because it mostly isn’t. (Actually, most of it stays clean, but the parts that aren’t, really aren’t… Those areas look like giant cannons shot toys everywhere…) However, I’m in the middle of a massive overhaul of several rooms… All hopefully to be completed by October 25th, our Halloween Party. (You’re all invited.)
I will post some of the rooms that are complete… Which ain’t many, let me tell ya… (Once I go clean them, that is…) I’m redoing the kitchen, the breakfast room, the dining room, the living room, the guest room, the master bedroom and the back porch… Along with decorating Noah’s Ark.
Anyway, I think I may have bitten off more than I can chew… Seeing as how I’m so lazy and all… And the clock is ticking. I don’t have much time left, so we’ll see how much I get done between now and then. I may just have to shut some doors and forbid entry. Seriously. At least it’s Halloween and I can put up crime scene tape or something…
Nothing like a party to make you cross things off your to-do list… And nothing like a party to make you go fucking insane, become overly ambitious, and make a to-do list that’s three miles long. Oh, wait… Is that just me?
2. Alright – you asked for it. What is your most embarrassing moment?? Dana, at Life in Beverly Hills…
Hmmm…. I had to think on this one for a while… I’ve done tons of embarrassing stuff. And I’m sure there’s three times as much that I, thankfully, don’t remember. The peeing in the bed thing was pretty damn embarrassing… But, I think the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to me was way back in the seventh grade…
I bought some new pants at Express. They were white and they were really poochy in the hips and had a split waste band that you folded down… Anyone remember those??? They were cotton or something lightweight. Anyway, they were white.
I put those bad boys on and went to school thinking I looked great, with my pink and blue eyeshadow and frosty pink lipstick… About mid-day I went strutting my stuff across the lunchroom when a group of guys (who were some of my friends) started laughing and pointing and calling me “red legs.” I’m sure you can guess why….
Yep, I bled right through those new white pants… Blood was all over my butt and down one leg. I was in the lunchroom… The lunchroom of a giant school with hundreds of kids. In the very back of it. I had to walk all the way through it, trying to cover my butt, while people pointed and laughed. Not at all fun for a seventh grader who thought she was looking good. But, I did learn to never wear white pants while Aunt Flo is visiting… So, important lesson learned…
The name “red legs” stuck with me for a while and to this day, if I run into any of those guys, they will still call me that. Don’t you just love smartasses?
I’m sure most of us ladies have some embarrassing story about having “red legs,” so I’ll try to come up with something else… Something so dumb that only I could have done it… Let me think on it.
3. If you could trade places with anyone (and I mean anyone or thing) who or what would it be and why. Only thing I could come up with that would require thought. Robin, at Lulu’s Fortune Cookie
I wouldn’t trade places with anyone… Unless I could bring my family. And they had tons more money than us. And lived at the beach… With a boat. And had an awesome metabolism where they could eat all they wanted without gaining weight… And good hair.
Seriously, I really wouldn’t trade places with anyone. But, if I could trade homes, now I’d do that in a heartbeat. It’d have to be an awesome house on some water, with a pool. Maybe somewhere in Europe… With my own vineyard.
Or, maybe I could stay who I am, with the Mister and my kids, and own a brewing company… Yeah, that’d be good, too.
And, of course, I’d give lots of money to charity. (Me, me, me… I was feeling selfish…)
I don’t know. This is a hard question. Not sure if that answer was exactly what you were looking for…I’ll continue to ponder… I haven’t had enough coffee to put a sufficient amount of brainpower into this, I’m afraid.
4. How did you and The Mister meet? L, at Life, Love & Lola
Well, way back in the day, the Mister and I worked together at an engineering firm. I was in a relationship when I met him, a bad one, but still in one nonetheless… And, it was on the downslide.
Anyway, when it ended, some of our colleagues hooked us up together… Our friends all decided we would be a good match. A whole big group of us went out for drinks one night, and everybody, one by one, came up with some excuse as to why they had to go… So, eventually, it was just the two of us and the rest is history!
Let’s just say I knocked him off his feet and rocked his world… He just couldn’t resist me. (It was mutual, but it sounds better that way.)
He soon became the boss and he fired me right before we got married. That’s how I like to tell it anyway. That asshole!
5. when was the last time you wore some rockin’ high heels? Sissy, at My Kids Might Be Martians
I love this question, Sissy! As a matter of fact I was sportin’ some rockin’ heels last Thursday. I think that’s part of the reason the Mister finally got a bj… I was feeling hot and sassy. They were super, ultra pointy toes with an ankle strap. Sa-weet.
And they obviously gave me super powers. Horny super powers.
6. Why does the Mister call you Freddie or Fred????? Shannon, at More Wine Please
Well, he says it was started because I was always running behind and he was constantly asking “Are you ready, freddie?” And Freddie just stuck since he said it so often… But that’s total bullshit… He’s a namer of nicknames… He gives them to anyone close to him. I started off as Lady (and for a brief period, it was Pig, but that was very short lived…) Lady just evolved into Freddie. I don’t think it had a thing in the world to do with me running behind… I think he just liked Freddie, so that’s what he started calling me.
He seriously never uses Shannon. Even to people that have never met me… Like in the context “My wife, Freddie…” So, some people really think that’s my given name. I bet they’re confused as hell when he brings some chick name Shannon to all the company parties…
So, there you have it! Our very first round of Ask Shannie Anything. Thank you for playing and join us again next time! Too bad you don’t win anything but my love… (You already had that, though, so I guess you didn’t really win shit. Sorry! But, there is a very special place in my heart for those of you who played… Shhh… It’ll be our little secret.)