It's all about ME!

I've been interviewed, poppets! I'm really feeling quite important and full of myself. The lovely Jennifer at Spaghetti Harvest was kind enough to relent to my begging to be included and sent me some questions. A funny thing happened on the way to the interview though. Now, we've been commenting on each other's blogs for, oh, about a million years now. I recently joined facebook (as most of you know from my incessant pleas to please be my friend). Well facebook apparently goes into your email account (honestly, I felt a bit violated!) and invites peoples to be your friends. Which is wonderful except for when you don't know those peoples real names, only their blog names. So Jennifer's all "and how do I know you?" and I'm all "Pfft, I have no idea". (I should've been tipped off by the 'pastafarian' religious notation.) But we figured out who we are and lived happily ever after. On to the interview!

1) What is your favourite smell and why?

I have two equally favorite smells. Woodsmoke in the winter and sawdust.

2) If you could live in any other country in the world, where would it be and why?

I answered that one here. It's England and I honestly couldn't tell you why. I have always, for as long as I can remember, wanted to live in the english countryside. Perhaps on the moors, maybe inland, who knows? Should the British wise up and ban me, Scotland will do.

3) What would your focus be if you went into politics?

I would have several. In no particular order:

No one should have to be hungry in a world that produces enough food to feed ALL of it's inhabitants several times over.

No one should have more than they need while others have less. (to excess. I'm mostly referring to the excessively rich and exceedingly poor. We that are comfortably in the middle are safe.)

No one would be punished for who or what they choose to worship.

I could go on and on. I'll stop here before I get all riled up and go out and run for office.


4) What is it that you love the most about yourself?

This one shouldn't be as hard as it is, should it? I have to say my ability to feel for others. I am able to have some sort of empathy for just about anyone or anything.

5) If you were to reincarnate into an animal, which would it be?

Normally, I'd say a dog, since they are my favorites. But I think my personality would be more suited to being a cat. Since they have staffs and all. and don't get bothered by people unless they want to be bothered. Works for me.

Now, if you want to join in on the fun, do the following:

1. Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.”

2. I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions. I'm giddy with the power of it.

3. You then update your blog with the answers to the questions.

4. You include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.

5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

So come on folks! Who wants to open themselves up to the nosiest, most invasion questions I can think of? Actually, I think I'm going to switch this one up a bit. If you'd like to be interviewed, I'll base my questions on things I've learned about you through reading your blog that I would like you to expound on. I can't wait!

A plea to my British readers

I am an anglophile. There. I've said it. I admit it and I'm looking for help. I am obsessed with England. I have a romanticized notion of living in a quaint cottage in a village near the coast, biking to town to buy fresh produce and meat pies.
I want to say "ring me up", "you don't say?", and "do come by for tea" in my pretend accent. I want to go to the Graham Norton show. I want to see Kim and Aggie, French and Saunders and the dude from Cash in the Attic. I want to drive on the opposite side of the road in my little, teeny tiny roadster, convertible of course. I want to dress Silas up in short pants and a beanie and send him off to school. I want to take the lift up to your flat for a visit.
So I need help. I need someone to disabuse me of this notion. Let me know that living in England isn't all I've made it out to be. Tell me of the 'orrible weather and how expensive everything is and anything else that will help get this idea out of my head. If that doesn't work, help me figure out how much it's going to cost me to live there for six months. Help me find a cottage to rent, tell me which papers to read (the metro uk really isn't cutting it), how to find information. Real information.
All of this stems, I think, from researching my ancestry. I have traced my maternal parentage back to 1500's England. Paternal back to 1600's Scotland. Perhaps the urge is calling through my blood, because I've always, even as a wee bairn, wanted to live in England, so who knows. Of course, I could just be trying to escape the uncertainty and stress of my life here. In the wise words of Tony Soprano (season 5) "there is no geographical solution to an emotional problem". But I'm willing to give it a shot.