Here we go for Week 26!
In a car would you rather drive or be a passenger?
Definitely driver! I’m a terrible passenger, and have many a time, driven the entire way to and back simply because I prefer to be in the driver’s seat. Now as far as my passengers go though, I don’t know how they feel about that.
If you were handed free opera tickets, would you go or sell them? Why?
It depends on the opera tickets. Carmen, definitely go and see it, and anything with Placido Domingo though he’s more behind the scenes these days. And even if I could sell them, I’d just grab a friend and make sure we indulge in a few glasses of wine before hand and just have a great time.
Describe your own outlook on life in seven words or less. (NOTE: does not necessarily have to be a sentence.)
The wine glass is always half full.
Which would you prefer: a wild, turbulent life filled with joy, sorrow, passion, and adventure–intoxicating successes and stunning setbacks; or a contented bordering on happy, secure, predictable life surrounded by friends and family without such wide swings of fortune and mood?
I’ve had my share of the former – that wild, turbulent life filled with highs and lows of joy, sorrow, passion and adventure (though not the bungee jumping, rappelling off a side of the building kind), complete with intoxicating successes and depressing setbacks that I think I’m in the latter now, surrounded by family and friends (new ones now that I’ve moved away from the beach friends and have kids, so play dates are the in thing for me) and trying my best to have a stable environment for my 5-year old on the spectrum.
Today, it was a trip to Pretend City, where basically it is a pretend- city, with a post office, police and fire stations, a supermarket, library, park, and so much more. The little guy had so much fun he got home, had a tantrum (because that 1-1/2 of running around exhausted him) and is now passed out on the bed and I’m here writing – well, I should be writing my novel but I’m taking a break to share my world first.

Ha, “wine” glass is half full 🙂
I prefer driving too (not that I have much choice). Though being a passenger occasionally is nice so I can see the scenery.
I am also a driver. I think it’s because I have trust issues and because drivers who don’t pay attention make me a little psycho.
Me, too!