I was recently tagged in a blog about writers asking other blog writers about their blog writing (whew, say that three times fast). Kind of a literary chain letter, if you will, but in this case no one has a better chance at the lottery or will risk losing their job. Instead we answer 11 questions about ourselves and then ask 11 more questions of others. So here is my "All You Ever Wanted to Know About Kristin Alvick Graf" in eleven easy questions
When I was growing up I wanted to be just like Jerry Lewis. I used to watch all the movies he was in with Dean Martin--on a black and white TV with rabbit ears and a knob you turned to change the channel--and thought he was hysterical. Now when I see those same movies I'm not sure what I found so funny. But I do like to occasionally yell "Lady! Hey Lady!" in my loudest, nasally voice (if only to embarrass my children).
If I could choose someone to write a song in my honor it would be Bonnie Raitt. Bonnie understands what it is to be an aging woman while maintaining your cool, tough chick demeanor. I'd give 'em something to talk about.
What am I really proud of being good at? The only skill that comes to mind is being able to sew. Yes, I could make my own clothes if I had to, but I like to do my part to stimulate the economy (and Old Navy might worry about me if I didn't at least check in with them every once in a while).
If I won a $10,000 airline gift card, the first place I'd go is Italy. Italy appeals to me because it has a Mediterranean climate while being culturally rich. And the men are beautiful.
With $10,000 it would be first class all the way.
My oldest piece of clothing is a t-shirt I got on my honeymoon in Cancun 18 years ago. Sometimes I look at it and marvel at where I was then as compared to who I am now. Of course, I'd do it all again, but I'd spend less time arguing about dirty socks and more time travelling.
I started writing this blog two years ago when I gave up Facebook for lent. Unable to post my "witty" quips and humorous observations, I turned to blogging to pass the time. Blogging is just like a really long status update, afterall. With spell check.
I usually write at night after the kids have gone to bed and the house is quiet. It's hard to concentrate when every two minutes someone walks into the room complaining about a sibling or asking for a ride somewhere. All my blogs would be about how demanding and nerve wracking children are. Once they're asleep it's easier to remember their good qualities, too. When I finish a piece I usually want to post it right away, but have learned that I will spend all night tossing and turning, thinking about other ways to phrase what I've just written. I need a cooling off period, kind of like buying a gun.
I never read poetry--for some reason I just can't get into it. Unless it's Shel Silverstein, who I love with something akin to idolatry. (Although my Grandpa Don wrote poetry and even did a piece about my father's phone in the bathroom.) I just recently stumbled into Kate Atkinson's work, who is shelved with the mysteries of our local library. I don't normally read mysteries, but I am loving these. I also finished the Hunger Games trilogy, because my daughter made me (and who quizzes me daily about my favorite characters and scenes). I know you're all dying to know: Team Peeta.
My favorite ordinary moment of the day is when the two older kids and my husband have left in the morning and it's not yet time for my youngest to get up. The house is in a momentary lull and I don't yet have to start the business of my day. I get another cup of coffee, check my emails, go onto Facebook and take a deep breath before the rest of the morning comes crashing through. Ten minutes is all it is, but it's all mine.
The nicest thing any one's ever to said to me was when I was seven months pregnant with my youngest. A woman I didn't know told me I didn't look pregnant from behind. There is no nicer thing to say to a pregnant woman than she doesn't look like a beached whale who is about to explode.
So there you have it: all you wanted to know about me, but were waiting for Kimberley to ask. Now it's my turn to pose the questions...hmmm..."Have you, or anyone you know, seen John Edward's sex tape?"