1. What's something blogging has taught you about yourself?
Blogging has taught me that I can ramble on about the most inconsequential things and has reminded me how much I love writing. It's also taught me to take photos of all sorts of weird things that I may not have really stopped and noticed before, as you never know when it will be of good use in a blog post.
2. Leftovers...are you in the 'reheat and eat' camp or the 'put them in the fridge until they spoil and then toss them' camp? What's your favorite thing to have leftover? What can you not abide as a leftover?
I'm quite a fan of leftovers but my beloved not so much - he always worries if it's okay to eat something still. It's easier now that we don't eat meat, as I tell him a vegetable dish that's a few days old isn't going to kill him.
This is really embarrassing to admit, but when I was in my twenties my favourite leftovers were pizza, eaten cold the next morning for breakfast, or Kentucky Fried Chicken, again eaten cold the next morning for breakfast - now the thought of it turns my stomach.
3. 'Me time'...your thoughts?
I don't think it's so much about having 'me time' as taking time to do things that restore your soul. For some people that may be having time by themselves, taking time to meditate, or even just soaking in a bubble bath. It could be about meeting friends for a coffee or going to the gym - whatever it is that helps you regroup and have the energy to keep doing whatever it is you do. For me it's about spending time with my beloved and taking time to enjoy the little moments in life.
4. When people come to you for help, what do they usually want help with?
I like to think that my way of helping is listening. I don't think I have many skills that would be helpful to people, but I love being able to support people if things are tough.
5. If your childhood had a smell what would it be? Tell us why.
The smell of my childhood would be hay. I loved it when the hay harvest was on and you could smell it in the air, and then we would often play in the barn amongst the stacked hay bales.
I had a fabulous argument with a three year old at work this week. We were talking about what he might want for Christmas and I told him I wanted a unicorn, to which his reply was, they aren't alive (meaning they aren't real). I was horrified (not least because a three year old didn't believe in unicorns) and proceeded to tell him they are very real, and then followed a bit of back and forth with no compromise from either of us. I then asked him if he believed fairies are real? Yes, because the tooth fairy is real (at least he believes in something magical, even though I suspect it's because of the money aspect). I then informed him that the unicorns live with the fairies so if fairies are real, unicorns must be. I'm claiming that as a victory.
Until next time, be good, stay safe, and look out for any unicorns needing a home.
Pamela & Ken