Answers to the rest

I started this post last week, on Thursday. Then I got bored of myself and stopped. That doesn't bode well for you does it? Hopefully, you are quick readers. Feel free to skim. I don't mind. I was going to come back to it later, but then I got into Scramble on Facebook. And holy Hannah, do I suck at it. It's almost as bad as I sucked at Scrabulous. I say almost, because I am about to win ONE LONE game and I think the gal I am playing against (a non blogger, you bloggers are too smart for me) is afraid to lose to a moron such as myself and hasn't yet finished the game.

Anyhoo...on we go...

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I've hardly set the world on fire here with my Q&A. But muster on I will, enlightening the entire dozen readers I still have. Bitter? No. This is what I get when I stop commenting myself. Obviously, I have a blog where I have to WORK for comments. And that's okay. Sort of. And you people who read me and don't comment even though I comment on yours? Start freaking commenting. As I always say to William, he of few compliments, people (read: Emma) thrive on acknowledgment. Which is a lesson to myself: start commenting on the blogs I read. Babble over.

Boufmom9 (she really does have 9 kids! Go watch the video at the top of the blog, it made me cry) asks what my favourite comfort food is, and to share the recipe. I don't really have one. Anything I don't have to prepare myself I suppose. William does make a mean potato bread though, and something about always reminds me of my Granny. Just an Irish thing I guess. I'd have to ask William for the recipe, though I don't know how many people would want to try potato bread.

That Chick asks why she gets so few comments which made go ha! Her last post had 48 comments before mine. So I suppose to her 20 looks like no comments. However, if you are one of the few people not reading That Chick I highly recommend her. Hope that sends one or two your way, Chick!

Tiger Lamb Girl (I talked to her on the phone the other day, I adore her, you learn so much more over the phone than you do reading a blog. And she has this lovely accent...a mix of all the places she has lived, I guess.) asks the all important question of pepsi or coke. We drink coke in our house, that is William's preference. I am not fussed either way and would buy whatever was cheaper if William were not here. Personally, I drink sprite zero.

Emily asks how we pronounce Saoirse's name. This is, I believe, my most oft asked question. We pronounce it incorrectly, as Soar-sha instead of the much more common Seer-sha. I call her by both, she answers to both and the other day when I told her I met a little girl named "Seer-sha" she said "Hey, that's the same name as me!" When she is old enough we will let her choose the pronunciation she wants. Though I do love the way Sophie says "Soar-SHA!!!!"

Catwoman is a woman of many questions:

Do you want more kids? Oh, such a hard question! I dooooo. I always say no, but the reality is I am so jealous of women the women in Labour and Delivery. I wonder if this is something that will eventually go away. Surely, once I am past child bearing age I won't have these yearnings. I would love a little boy. I'd take a girl too, though I don't relish the though of doing the teenage girl thing 4 times. If we won the lottery I'd get pregnant yesterday. I did tell William that if this job pans out then I would like another, but not until we are in a large enough house and by the time that actually happens I might be post-menopausal.

When are you coming to Dallas? When are you inviting me? Oh, wait I need a passport first. Damn, your government is some suspicious of us Canadians. Answer: when I have a passport and a plane ticket. Oh, and maybe I should wait until a Stars/Oilers game. That would be mucho fun. As long as the Oilers win of course. Do you have an in on tickets by chance?

Are you still in love with James Blunt? Oh, I am. I almost ashamed to admit it. His CDs are kept in the kitchen and I listen to them when I am doing dishes. Though as I said in a comment over at Joy's a while ago should I ever get to cross him of my imaginary list of people I am allowed to sleep with he is absolutely not allowed to speak. Sing yes, talk no. Have I shared my theory on English men with you?

How is the health of Taylor and Liam's dad? He has moved into long term care, he will not give me $75 a month towards Liam's $175 a month orthodontist bill and he thinks my children are selfish. Other than that he is fine. Hmmm, I'm coming off as bitter, and I shouldn't because really? he's their dad and he does love them. He was very sick in November and December but is doing better now. He's definitely in a better place than living with his sister that's for sure!

Do you think all these made up awards are killing the fun of blogging? Eek. I certinaly see the fun in it, but as one of those sensitive type bloggers I am all like "Hey, why didn't she give me that award? I totally deserved that award!" I mean, apparently my blog is not rated E for excellent like so many others. But whatever. I'm over it. I am. I swear. Awards are like comments I guess, just because you get a ton doesn't mean your blog is any better than mine. Maybe. Comments are way more fulfilling though, lest any of you think I don't want you to comment.

Backpacking Dad asks what my favourite ingredient is to add to soda bread. My answer is simple: none. No raisins, no nothing. Just plain with butter. Yum. Course I don't actually make soda bread. That would require effort. My aunt Marie makes fantastic soda bread. Though her tea is way to strong for me. Is it impolite to take the soda bread and run?

Some other answers to questions that came up:

A cuppa is a cup of tea.

A few people wanted the background to the fifth grade walk around Emma's house story. Honestly, I can't remember what I did to make the entire fifth grade turn on me. Probably nothing. I can not even remember who the ring leader was. It was either Margaret or Lianne. I was friends with both and one time or another they both turned on me. And you know they were just girls with that ability to make everyone else hate you. Today, I can look at it and say that they were the type of girls everyone was friends with but no one really liked. I hear Lianne is really nice now though. And I'm sure Margaret is too. I wonder if she is still a stripper?