We need new questions.
Here are the first that come to mind: What was your favorite birthday? What is your favorite way to spend a day off? What is the best song to turn up all the way and sing to? What television show will cause you to ignore your roommate/spouse/children/phone until the next commercial? When was the last time you cursed at the tv? If you have kids, what are you most likely to let your kids get away with when you're tired? Aside from major milestones, what is your best moment (to date)? Are you an extrovert or introvert? How do you know?
If you decide to answer, leave a comment so we can all get to know you for real, or at least a little more than we did. And we'll need some to grow on. Add the questions you think are more interesting than the ones in the forward. I'll answer and update this post later today.
I am the most social introvert you know. I need to be around people the way I need sunshine and water (I sound like a fern). A few hours with a few friends, and I will go home happy - and exhausted. My birthday is in July, so my favorite parties were at my grandparents' house at the lake. I love the feeling of being tired from swimming all day and eating ice cream and watermelon in the shade. Asher is most likely to get to watch Noggin until his eyes swirl when I don't feel well or am manning dinner/bath/bed alone, which is why I am subjected to the "Cartoons?" question every thirty minutes. This is probably the way Asher's life as a brother differs the most from his life as an only child. Back in the day he saw almost no t.v., because I didn't need it for diversion. Now I do. No one was allowed to talk during Friday Night Lights when it was on, but it hasn't been on all year, so right now you can talk during any show you want. I can't remember the last time I cursed at the t.v., but I once called Valerie at 12:30 a.m. cursing at a plot twist in a novel.
Best moment, best moment ... first married Christmas, that was fun. Summertime in North Carolina, hiking in the morning and pizza for dinner - that's good. Rounding the corner with my niece when she was six and seeing the tackiest, loudest, reddest, brightest Christmas lights ever, and her gasp of "It's Be-autifuuul ..." Definite top five. Asher's first six months. The year Granny decided to tell me all of her stories before she forgot them all. Floating downstream in the canoe, watching a blue heron guide us down the river. The moment I realized Silas really was going to be okay. Those are the first that come to mind.
And I can sing The Wailin' Jennys any time, any place, at the top of my lungs.