30 Day Challenge 23

Oh all right, PK, I’ll extend this little project to the 31st. :-) Actually, I never did the math to figure out when the thirty days would end — the 31st sounds like a dandy cutoff.

Today’s is a bit of a tuffy:

Day 23
Name one thing (either physical or abstract) you believe will be obsolete 10 years from now.

Gas-guzzling automobiles.

30 Day Challenge 22

Day 22
What’s your favorite candy?

And please — no saying, “I don’t like candy,”  because there must be some kind of candy you like. Think hard; it’s out there. Everyone likes a sweet once in awhile. Get in touch with your inner nine-year-old. He or she will guide you.

My all-time favorite candy WAS — I say, WAS — Brach’s Malted Milk Balls. Actually, it still is, but the cheapskates at Farley’s & Sathers changed the recipe (undoubtedly to cut corners) when they bought out Brach’s, and destroyed every last vestige of what made them taste great. Now they taste like Whoppers — eww. So I guess I’ll go with my 2nd favorite: soft, fluffy marshmallows. Or Milky Way bars. Or, um…

Maybe I should have changed the question to a Top Ten list. :-)

30 Day Challenge 21

We’re nearing the home stretch — only nine more challenge questions. I hope you’ve enjoyed this half as much as I!

Day 21
How did you come to live where you live?

Unlike many of my coworkers and other family, I was a nomad of sorts. I was born in Illinois, then moved to a suburb of Milwaukee. Just before I entered high school in 1973, my family moved to Ohio, and with the exception of an 18-month stint in Florida, I’ve been in the same city ever since.

I know there are some stay-putters as well as other gypsies out there. Let’s compare notes.

30 Day Challenge 19

Day 19
What activities were you involved in during your high school years?

  1. Choir
  2. Band
  3. Jazz band
  4. Orchestra
  5. Spanish club
  6. Thespians club
  7. Musicals
  8. My last two summers of high school, I worked 3rd shift as a waitress at the L & K Restaurant out by the interstate (it’s now a Denny’s), which, of course, enabled me to acquire this treasure.

Cripes — no wonder I never had time to turn around! OK fiends, spill it.