Hodgeity-Podgeity

It's that time again-- Wednesday Hodgepodge Time!

To play along, go visit Joyce, answer her questions, and link up.

1. Would you rather talk to everyone at a crowded party for a short time or have a significant conversation with two people?

It depends. Am I having a fat day? Then the less people I see, the better. 

If I just recovered from the stomach flu and I'm down 5 lbs & looking good, then I want to see everybody. 

How's that for superficial?

2. What objects do you remember from your parent's living room?

An old brown corduroy couch upon which I made out with boys.

Lessons learned: I will not go to bed while my daughter has her boyfriend over. Alternate lesson: My daughter is not allowed to have a boyfriend.

3. Do you hog the bed? Steal the covers? Snore?

I do none of the above, although from time to time I am a victim of those things. 

I suppose I do snore if I have a cold, but I figure I make up for that with my domestic prowess in the kitchen.

(That's a joke.)

4. Speaking of Easter dinner....what is your favorite way to cook/eat lamb? Or does just the thought of that make you squeamish? If you're not cooking lamb what will be your entree du jour on Easter Sunday?

Wait, you can cook a lamb? Doesn't their cute little fluffy white wool get stuck in your teeth?

Does anyone know if Papa John's is open on Easter? (It's a special occasion, or else we'd have the usual Hot-N-Ready from Lil' C's.)

5. Let's throw some politics into this week's mix-oooohhh...Do you know the whereabouts of your birth certificate and when was the last time you had to produce it to prove you're you?

Well if you happened to be a millionaire with a terrible comb-over and wanted to know the location of my birth certificate, I would direct you to my accordion file in the closet.  I had to take it with me for the cruise in February, as I do not own a passport. 

But mostly people know I'm me because of my witty charm and muffin top. 

6. As a child, how did people describe you?

Until I was 3, they described me as "him" since I was a late bloomer in the hair department.  My mother didn't help the situation, because she was asked so often what her son's name was, she stopped correcting them and just said "Aaron."

This is probably the reason that I was a tomboy for most of my childhood-- climbing trees, digging for worms, etc.

7. What do you complain about the most?

Me, complain?

Well, recently I have complained quite a bit about being a homeowner in a state I don't live in. Because it kind of stinks. 

But generally speaking, my life is great and I have nothing of note about which to complain.

8. Insert your own random thought here.

Speaking of houses in states I don't live in... We have new renters! This is happy news as it means that we don't have to make both mortgage and rental payments. Because that's totally overrated.

Thanks for reading! This Wednesday Hodegpodge was brought to you by children who hate their parents:
Jenyphr, Jeweleigh, Maddyssyn, and Kalob.