Booze: No. Beer. Well, I don't go near vodka, having had it thrown up on me. I will have a G & T in the summer, occasionally. And I like a sip of tequila once every few years. I only like the really good stuff, and that in very, very small doses.
Chore I hate: I don't mind any chore so much. I just hate having to do it over and over and over. So, dishes/laundry/cleaning the kitchen after meals - that sort of thing when it's all the damn time.
Dogs /cats: I like both, but cats fit my life better. Anyone reading here knows about Moby.
Essential electronics: I am such a geek with this, but not in comparison with most of my in the business computer friends. So, iMac, camera, damntv.
Favourite perfume/cologne: Hate 'em all. Inherited my mother's bad reactions to scents. Noxema.
Gold/silver: N'eh. Used to care, but things have changed.
Hometown: Wherever I lay my head. See "Accents."
Insomnia: Rarely. I have to be hungry or in pain not to sleep. Cannot sleep during the day, as I found out trying to work night shifts. My life falls to bits, then.
Job title: Staff RN. Surgical. RN Circulator. Fall Guy. The one who dresses the surgeons funny.
Kids: Fairygodmother to the children of friends.
Living arrangements: Cozily with D, soon to be in a 1bdm, bsmt.
Most admired trait: Humor. In myself or others. Paired with integrity and kindness.
Number of sexual partners: Depending on how this is counted, about a dozen, or a half dozen, or as I now count it - one.
Overnight hospital stays: Tonsils at about age 5. Infection age 17. Gastritis in Saudi Arabia - age 29. Night shifts - as rarely as possible since. See "Insomnia."
Phobia: Swarms of insects. One of anything I can deal with, live and let live, observe even, kill if necessary. But a whole bunch of little creepy biters beating at my face- hear me scream. Car trouble freaks me beyond reason.
Quote: "I think that fish is nice. But then I think that rain is wet, so who am I to judge?" - Douglas Adams.
Religion: My dogtags read "No rel pref." I think of myself as a Fortean. Or a pantheist. All of them are right, all of them are wrong.
Siblings: Not really. My brothers were so much older, they were not exactly children with me. But I have two of them.
Time I usually wake up: The alarm, a purple, original-iMac shaped clock, Big Ben Chimes, goes off at 0507. That is what it says, it is actually set ahead by I-don't-know-how-much, and I am easily fooled every morning by this. I hit the snooze alarm down, I often do not remember this. It goes off again 9 minutes later, 0516, 0525, 0534. I usually make myself get up here, but on Thursdays, when there are morning meetings, I wait until 0543.
Days I don't work, it varies from 0700 to 0943.
Unusual talent: I do funny voices. And puppets. Funny singing puppets.
Vegetable I refuse to eat: Cabbage. Anything soaked in vinegar too long.
Worst habit: Picking. Picking at edges and zits and labels and whatever is loose or bumpy.
X-rays: When I had a tiny evulsion fracture of my big toe, the VA X-rayed me. I still had to walk all over the semi-mountainous campus of the U of U, but got out of having to do any more Army runs. Broke it getting out of bed.
Jammed my knuckle at work, walked over to talk with my D's orthopedic surgeon, he was working, so he told me to x-ray it myself on the mini C-arm in the room. He came over and looked at it, said, "Yeah, looks like you cracked it. Tape it to the next finger for the next six weeks, let me know how you are doing."
Yummy foods I make: I have a wonderful Bread Pudding with Rum sauce recipe. Mostly, I am an adequate cook, just learning to spice better.
Zodiac sign: Go Fish.