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I’ve done like ten interviews over the past week. That may be an exaggeration, but you get the picture. Anyway, I’m still in interview mode. So right now I’m going to ask the person making me coffee to ask me some random questions. He doesn’t know this yet.

L: Ask me a random question.
H?: Huh?
L: Ask me a random question.
H: What’s brown and sounds like a bell.
L: No, ask me random questions about myself.
H: Didn’t you already do that already?
Silence.
L: Aren’t you gonna ask me something?
H: What? I’m supposed to ask you something? I’m confused now.
L: I’m writing this down.
H: I thought you were blogging. I thought you were going to ask me something.
L. OMG. Ask me a random question and I’ll put it on my NAS blog.
H: Okay, if you could live and write in anywhere in the world where would it be?
L: I don’t know. Is my coffee done yet?
H: If you were a car what kind of car would you be?
L: You always said I was a ferrari.
H: I’m not so sure about that.
L: Why not?
H: At the point he just goes on about some guy on the show top gear and I really have no fucking idea what he’s talking about or if it’s even relevant. This has been a theme to our relationship for quite some time now, so I just nod and pretend like I’m listening.

Okay, so maybe this interview thing wasn’t such a good idea. And obviously neither I or the company I keep can think in the morning.

Oh! My coffee’s ready!

So tell me. If you could live and work anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?

This week I’m running a contest over on my Blog! Just pop on over, tell me your favorite Fascinating Feisty Fact, and you’ll automatically be entered! Good luck!

Negative self-talk is something we all do. So in honor of Thursday Thirteen, I’m saying fuck that and listing thirteen things about myself that are amazing.

1) I know how to set a table. Seriously, this is an important and forgotten skill. Also, I have impeccable table manners when I choose to use them.

2) I’m smart. No, really. I am. I just hide it really good. (I’m also ironic. This goes on the list of awesome, but only in parentheses.)

3) I can cook. I can cook really well, and I can cook a wide variety of food.

4) I like sex. And lots of it. What? That has to be awesome on some level.

5) I can write sentences like “hornier than a bread-box” and get away with it.

6) I try hard to be a good, loyal and forgiving friend.

7) I am open-minded and people tend to tell me their secrets. Because…

8 ) I’m a good listener. Unless…

9) You’re a moron in a bar trying to pick up on me. Then I’m a raging bitch and I don’t care what the hell you’re talking about. Okay, that’s not really a good quality that should be on the list. But hey, I often make up my own rules so now it’s a valid number for the awesome list.

10) I have an uncanny sense of direction. It scares men.

11) I have somehow managed to help produce an amazing child.

12) I will get in a fight in a bar if someone messes with any of my girlfriends. I consider this a good quality.

13) I have amazing friends, and I believe people tend to reflect those around them.

So there you have it. Thirteen reasons I’m awesome. What are some of your amazing qualities?

Today is my son’s fifth birthday. It’s truly hard to imagine that five years ago today, at the exact minute I’m typing this, I was getting in the car and heading toward the hospital. Of course, that was during one of the worst snowstorms Northern Nevada had seen since the blizzard of 1909. Okay, I totally made up that number but you get the picture. I was sitting in the car, yelling at my husband because the roads were so messed up, and the snow kept coming down. I was having contractions and I thought we’d never make it to the hospital. Because of course it was HIS fault that we were having a storm, right?

We did make it to the hospital. We checked in, they set us up in our little room and I proceeded to go into labor. My doctor was concerned about me developing preeclampsia, so I was scheduled to be induced that morning. But as luck would have it (or perhaps it was the incredibly invasive exam the day before) I went into labor all on my own.

I spent the better part of the rest of the day getting ready to shove that kid out of my vagina. It hurt. It continued to snow. Between contractions I remember looking out the window of the hospital room and watching people ski down roads normally reserved for automobiles. It was surreal.

I chose to deliver my child naturally. A woman once said to me, “The only reason a woman would choose not to get an epidural is just to say she didn’t.” Well, that’s total bullshit. I’d like to say I chose to forgo drugs due to the health benefits for my child, and truthfully that was part of it. But mostly I wanted to see if I could do it. It was a personal challenge. One I began to regret during the last couple of hours when my head started to spin around. But thanks to a team of great nurses and my husband who couldn’t have been more amazing, I succeeded. That kid finally pushed his way out. He managed to break his collarbone on the way, but he made it.

Now it’s five years later and I continue to be constantly amazed at how wonderful he is. Of course, he can be a precocious little thing (wonder where he gets it). But he loves The Beatles and Mythbusters. He says things like, “Mama, you’re doing a good job.” He is damn cute, if I do say so myself. So today I’d like to say Happy Birthday to my son. It’s been a fantastic five years and I can’t wait to see what happens next.