The Days of My Life

When I was in junior high I suffered from a pretty serious addiction.

Every day after school I’d hurry home so I could get my fix of Days of Our Lives.

Bo and Hope
Patch and Kayla
Roman and Marlena
The Riverfront Knifer
Victor, Eve, Sami…

I’d sit captivated on the couch next to my mom and we’d watch their wonderfully sordid stories unfold.
The best shows were on Fridays – for the cliffhanger, and Mondays – for the resolution.

To the best of my knowledge:
I am not a twin.
The parents that raised me were married to each other and each contributed his/her DNA in the usual way (eww).
I have never faked my own death.
Lady in Red does not play every time I dance with my husband in the living room.
I have never danced with my husband in the living room.
The Riverfront Knifer is not stalking me.
I have never had amnesia.
My life is so not panning out the way I imagined when I was 13.

But you had questions and I’ve got answers. Just don’t expect anything as thrilling as Bo and Hope’s third wedding.

Janalyn is my real life BFF.
She does not have a blog.
She does not want a blog.
But even with three busy little boys at home, she does read mine.
She asks about my Italian lottery winnings:

#1 With all this new fame and fortune, how are you going to keep it from going to your head? How will you stay grounded?
#2 What is the first thing you are going to do with your new fortune?
#3 How will you claim your prize? Do you have to go to Italy? And… can I come (on your winnings, of course!)?

#1 I did not really win any money.
#2 I did not really win any money.
#3 I did not really win any money.
However, if I did, one of the first things I’d buy would be a pair of tickets to Italy for you and me.
And a new laptop.

Emily asks:

If you had to choose between loosing 7 fingers or 8 toes, which would it be? And why of course?

Hmm… tough question. By losing them I assume you mean that they are severed from my body and can not be attached. I’m not too crazy about either option.
But perhaps you mean I have forgotten where they are?
If that is the case, I’ll say eight toes. Because one day I’ll put on some cute strappy sandals and when I look down to admire them, I’ll find my lost toes right where they were supposed to be.
Just like the car keys in my purse.

And then there’s this one from Annabelle:

How did you come up with the Adventures of Heidi series? They are so funny!!

First of all, thank you!
Adventures of Heidi was partly inspired by June Cleaver Nirvana who has a pee-your-pants funny animated life.
My first Heidi story came about like this:
I was in the shower.
Sidenote: I find that I do some of my best thinking in the shower. Don’t you?
Anyway, I was in the shower washing off the blood from the Runaway Dog and the Termiex Man incident.
I hurt. A lot.
Another sidenote: That was really a brutal fall. Six weeks later and my shoulder still aches.
I was not thinking about the pain or about how embarrassing it was.
That’s when I knew that I was a true blogger.
Because I was thinking about what a funny story it was going to make. But how to tell it?
Not straight out. I could see the story falling flat, turning into one of those “Heh-heh, guess you had to be there” moments.
And then I thought of Holly and the Beaver Trap and I realized that the Marker-Method™ would be a great way to tell my story. I was so excited about it, I jumped out of the shower, threw on my bathrobe and got to coloring.
Unfortunately, I was coloring in front of the window and the Terminex man had further reason to believe I was crazy when he walked by and glanced in.
But no matter. I was more than willing to suffer his scorn for my art.
And that, Annabelle, is how Adventures of Heidi came to be. Keep reading, Heidi has many more adventures to share.

Jolene wants to know:

Maybe you already answered this, but how did you meet your husband? I love those stories.
Favorite hobbies?
Top ten movies?
If you could have ANY job in the world and still have your family, what would it be?
Is that enough for ya?

Ohh, I also would like to know more about your work for LDS Family Services. I’m sure that’s a book in itself. Just something to ponder. you know, for all those hours a day when you have nothing to do…

I’ll start with my own love story.
Wait, what’s that music I hear?

Tune in next time to hear about my favorite hobbies, top ten movies and how Mr. Frantic proposed after only three weeks of dating.
After all, it is Friday.