I am: More fun than I look, most of the time.
I think: Too much.
I know: A lot of trivia. Seriously, lots. Go on, test me.
I have: A birthmark. Quite a big one. No, you can't see it.
I wish: I didn't care what people think.
I hate: Anything bad happening to children. Makes me cry. Oh, and celery. Blech.
I fear: For my children. But that's normal, isn't it?
I hear: Right now? The fan on this god-awful Stalinist crappy laptop I got to replace my lovely Vaio which was stolen in the burglary. Seriously, it's so loud you have to shout over it.
I smell: Badly. I don't mean I smell bad - well, I suppose I might but no-one has taken me to one side and tactfully handed me a can of Right Guard yet - I mean that my sense of smell is poor. I am the person you don't want to have around in a gas leak. "No, I can't smell a thing, I'm sure it's fine, go ahead and light that candle....."
I crave: Everyone’s approval. Copying Kal here but it's true (See: I Wish above). I have a deeply ingrained need to try to make other people happy, even if it makes me miserable. I am happy knowing my misery is making them happier. Wow, I'm screwed up.
I search: For car keys, missing socks and bits of Lego.
I wonder: What would have happened if I had stood up to my guidance teacher at school and gone of to study marketing and modern languages at Uni like I wanted to.
I regret: Not travelling more when I had the chance, before work and children sucked all of the time (and money) away. I know now I will never backpack around Europe.
I love: Books and words generally; comfort food; my husband and children; pompous self-important depressing 80s music; Strictly Come Dancing (sorry, had to get it in somewhere). Oh, and chocolate but that' s a bad relationship I'm trying to get out of.
I ache: When I get up in the morning. I am getting on a bit, you know.
I am not: The droid you are looking for.
I believe: In rainbows. Achoo. (Only my husband will get that one)
I dance: Horribly and very self-consciously, unless it's a ceilidh in which case I dance dangerously.
I sing: Even though my children beg me to stop.
I cry: More than I would like to. But I'm working on that.
I fight: Not at all. I am not a fighter, I'm a run-away-and-avoid-conflict-er.
I win: Logical arguments. I am a fearsome and relentless debater as long as the topic is not too close to home.
I lose: My sense of perspective sometimes. And earrings.
I never: Wear make-up. Never learned, can't be bothered.
I always: used to say I would never get married or have children. Hmmm. Let's see if this still works: "I will never win a million pounds on the lottery!"
I confuse: the cat by miaowing at her. She can't figure out whether she's human or we're cats.
I listen: to music when running and when other people are around. On my own, I like silence.
I can usually be found: I am not that good at hide and seek.
I am scared: Of heights if I am somewhere up high and there is no barrier. In other words, top of the CN tower, indoors? No problem. Standing too close to the edge of a moderate cliff? Eek.
I need: To stop eating chocolate and cheese and buttered toast and get back to the fruit and salad before my wardrobe explodes in protest.
I am happy about: This blog and the fact that I have "met" in a virtual sense (and sometimes IRL) so many cool and interesting people through it. If I win the lottery I am taking 6 months off and coming round to visit each and every one of you in person. Don't worry, I'll bring cookies.
I imagine: Frequently.I am supposed to tag folks now, and I was going to tag Croila but I wasn't quick enough. I think I will cop out instead and let anyone who could do with a blog idea do it if they want (Lynsey, I'm looking at you!)