Hopping Interviews

Today I’m taking part in a blog hop called a progressive interview. You know, like a progressive dinner, only you’re asking people questions instead of showing up at their house ready to chow down.

Each of the hop participants asks a question, and all the rest of the participants get a chance to answer it. Questions can be about anything—serious or goofy. Mine was, “If you had to compete on a reality/game show, which would you choose and why?”

My answer would probably be American Idol. I like singing, and since Simon Cowell is gone, it doesn’t seem quite as daunting as it did before. I don’t kid myself into thinking I would win, but I would sure have a good time trying! Alas, I am too old for American Idol, so I will have to live vicariously through my TV set. There’s some great talent on the show this year. Anybody have any current favorites? I’m really liking Colton, Joshua, and Jessica.

Here’s what some other blog hoppers had to say:

Yvonne Blake I don't like the reality shows, but I think I'd like to try "Are You Smarter than a 5th Grader" or some sort of trivia game like "Millionaire Show" or even "Jeopardy." (Of course, I'd probably panic and bomb out on the first question, but it would be fun to try.)

Joanne Sher I LOVE Jeopardy, but I would lose TERRIBLY (hubby and I watch every night). I've NEVER watched any of the reality shows (shocking, eh??). I think I'd do pretty well on Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader, though - and I'd like to meet Jeff Foxworthy.

Valerie Friesen Comer I'd make up my own reality show and call it...hmmmm...Farmer. Everyone would be given some basic tools, seeds, and land. Oh, they'd need some animals, too. We'd see who could actually figure out how to feed themselves!

Christina Rich Got to be the Amazing Race so I can travel.

Donna Winters I'd have loved being on the PBS miniseries reality show called 1900 House. I could have learned a lot about the historic period I often use for my writing.

Diana Lesire Brandmeyer Dancing with the Stars! I would love to learn how to ballroom dance like that.

Patty Sargent Wysong Confession time: I've never seen a reality show. Sorry. Our TV is connected to the dvd player and that's all we get. BUT, if making up a reality show is allowed, I'd head for a mission field somewhere...foreign language, foreign culture, different food, none of the comforts of home... and see how we do. There's bound to be all the elements of a good show there. Oh wait! Is Dancing with the Stars an option? I'm so there. The few times I've seen that I loved it!! LoL

Sharon Clements Srock Game show. I HATE almost all of the reality shows. I haven't really seen one that looked like any reality I'm familiar with.

Linda McQuinn Carlblom I'd go on Wheel of Fortune in a heartbeat. But for a reality show, my husband and I think we'd like to be on The Amazing Race. I know I'd crash and burn in about a week, but what a week it would be! :)

Janet Sketchley Some kind of game show, Kristi, because I'm not a reality show person. Something with words or spelling and no ticking clock. I live in a sitcom, though. Does that count for anything?

How about you? Which game show or reality show would you pick? Leave a comment and let me know. And while you’re at it, click on a few (or all!) of the links below and check out some great blogs.

Happy hopping!

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Erma on Dining Out

Today’s Erma-ism: “The age of your children is a key factor in how quickly you are served in a restaurant. We once had a waiter in Canada who said, ‘Could I get you your check?’ and we answered, ‘How about the menu first?’”

I think she’s got something there, but I’d take it a step further. The quality of any dining out experience is directly proportional to the rambunctious tendencies of your children. At least in our case.

Exhibit A: The Mexican Restaurant.

Monkey Boy uses a wheelchair due to his autism. It’s not that he can’t walk, it’s that he needs it for safety. Without it, he’s been known to run into the street, jump into bodies of water, or climb in inappropriate places. It’s been part of his ongoing therapy to try to get him to the point where he doesn’t need to use the wheelchair in public places anymore.

Well, on this particular occasion, the family took Monkey Boy to the Mexican restaurant without his wheelchair, just to see how he would handle it. It didn’t go well. He wriggled and squirmed right out of his chair, with one of us always in pursuit. At one point, Monkey Boy got away from us and darted right into the kitchen of the restaurant!

Exhibit B: The Exploding Chicken Incident.

We were on a medical trip for Monkey Boy and we had stopped at a modest sit-down restaurant. That was our first mistake. The four of us were seated around a small round table. As we waited for our meal, Monkey Boy impatiently thrashed around, bumping the table and sloshing water from our glasses. He doesn’t do waiting well.

The meal finally came and Monkey Boy got even more rowdy. He evidently had some sort of personal vendetta against the contents of his dinner, because things went flying. It looked like there had been an unfortunate meeting between a chicken platter and a homemade explosive device, for there, scattered all across the dining room, were chunks of meat from Monkey Boy’s plate. Waiters dodged and diners ducked. We should have brought them flak jackets.

Had the servers at either of these restaurants known what was descending on them as we walked in the door, we probably would have been handed a check before a menu, too.

We’ve become proficient apologizers and big tippers. We’ve also learned to eat take-out in the car.

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Erma on Cooking

I love Erma Bombeck. She was truly an every-woman humorist. I love reading her takes on the day-to-day things of life, as she always knew how to see the funny in them. On occasion, I will share Erma quotes with you on this blog. Like today.

Today’s Erma-ism:

“When it comes to cooking, five years ago I felt guilty ‘just adding water.’ Now I want to bang the tube against the countertop and have a five-course meal pop out. If it comes with plastic silverware and a plate that self-destructs, all the better.”

Ain’t that the truth? Instant food, although not great for one’s health, is a busy mom’s best friend. If I had to cook everything from scratch, I fear my family would die of starvation. It’s not that I can’t cook, it’s that anything that takes more than 15 minutes or involves more than one course is asking for trouble. It’s hard enough to get a boxed side dish and a canned vegetable heated up without Monkey Boy getting into the raw ground beef that’s sitting in the skillet waiting to be browned.

It’s those convenience foods, like the biscuits in a tube that save my sorry gourmet-challenged butt.

The Man can’t stand those tubes. That “pop” noise that happens when the can is being opened freaks him out. Even if steak and lobster were popping out of that can, he wouldn’t want to be around for the unveiling. He leaves the job to me, the mighty can-hunter. Me kill biscuits.

I think Erma was on to something with those self-destructing plates. No washing dishes. What is it about my guys that they don’t rinse off their plates when they’re done eating? Don’t they know that not rinsing makes it exponentially harder to clean the gunk off the dishes later? I suppose I should be thankful that the dishes make it to the sink at all. Monkey Boy is learning to throw away what’s left on his plate when he’s finished, and sometimes the plate lands in the trash, too. That’s OK. He’s making progress. At least it’s off the table!

Maybe it’s time to make DSguy wash the dishes. We tried that once. He was a dishwasher with three speeds—slow, slower, and stop. I might be better off waiting for self-destructing plates to be invented. Either way, I’ll have a long wait on my hands.

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Odoriferous Emanations

A quick entry for this week's “O” post...

Years ago there was a commercial for Right Guard deodorant that featured Hulk Hogan using the words “odoriferous emanations.” That phrase has been part of the family vernacular ever since.

Here's the famed commercial. Enjoy!

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