I do not know why I think the title of this post is some sort of riff on a pop cultural term. No one says alpha-bettin,’ do they? No matter. It jut sounded cool. Brittany tagged me, and so I figured, why not play along with my deeply-rooted natural tendency towards narcissism? (I would like to also take a minute to reiterate Laura’s observation that surveys always seem like ‘easy’ posts but end up taking for-ev-er. I blame the required photo hunt that accompanies their creation.)
A: Attached or Single? Single and ready to mingle…
Ha, yeah right. I’m hopeless at “mingling.’ Does anyone teach classes on how to flirt? Of course, I’d have to actually want to spend time in a place where I might be able to ‘pick up’ a guy for that to happen. Clubs and bars are not my scene.
While we are discussing it, I would just like to say that it is all well and good for Beyonce to encourage us single ladies to put our hands up…but she had Jay-Z long before she released that song.
B: Best friend?
I don’t know that I have one, honestly. It has been a different person at different times in my life. If I follow Heather’s example and pick the people I’m most likely going to go to first with news, fears, excitements, or frustrations, they would be my sister, my former roommate, Rachel, and my friend Lindsey.
C: Cake or Pie?
As I don’t really like pie crust, I’ll have to go with cake.
But of course, I really only like cake with super thick ‘crumb’–hence, my strange preference for homemade, boxed cakes, to professionally made ones–and that point where it just hits the icing or mousse filling. And the part that sticks to the bottom of the pan.
D: Day of choice?
Every day is my day of choice, because it means I got to be around for another day. There was always SOME reason to love each day of the week.
[Of course, I do NOT like Sunday nights. I have Sunday night anxiety.]
F: Favorite Color?
For as long as I can remember, it has been green. However, I am also strongly drawn to yellow and red. [Not just because those were my sorority colors either…] This amuses me since I pretty much refused to wear both colors growing up because I thought they looked weird with my hair…like I would be a ray of sunshine or something. (As though that was a bad thing.) I will still never wear orange.
G: Gummy bears or worms?
Tough call. Gummy worms make me think of Dirt Cake, and I LOVE me some dirt cake. [Pudding and ice cream treats trump cake or pie ANY day–see letter C.] But gummy bears are quite fun when they are frozen.
H: Home town?
Does indulgence just mean something you spend more money on than you probably should?
[I’ve tried a lot; Nugget’s in Charlottesville is by far the best. And not just because they turn it into gelato.]
J: January or July?
July. I hate the cold. Obviously, when I moved to Austin to subconsciously escape such weather was the year we had two days off of school because it was too cold, and a day off for snow. Yes, in Texas.
I just didn’t birth them.
L: Life isn’t complete without?
M: Marriage date:
The fifth of never. [I’ve not given up on it, I’m just saying…]
N: Number of brothers/ sisters?
Brother Smart and Sister Smart are who I grew up with, but I have, over the years, acquired a sister-in-law, two stepsisters, one stepbrother, one (soon to be two) step-brothers-in-law.
O: Oranges or Apples?
Apples. Definitely. So many varieties! They don’t require peeling! And there is something so refreshing about sinking your teeth into a nice, crisp orb of happiness. Plus, apple picking in the fall just connotes joy.
Sea creatures and snakes, but only the fear of them coming upon me unawares. This is due, I’m sure, to the years spent as Head of the Waterfront at camp, where occasionally a little river monster would surprise us.
I’m also quite fearful of tornadoes. Which is funny considering I’m moving to Alabama, where I believe them to be a fairly frequent phenomena.
Interesting that a girl who loves to be in control is most afraid of being caught off guard, no?
“Above all else, have fun!” and “No excuses. No explanations.”
Both are advice from Julia Child about cooking and entertaining, but I believe them to be pretty good ways of viewing your life, too: enjoy it as fully as you can, and don’t ever feel like you need to defend yourself for choices you make. (If you feel like you do, they probably aren’t the right decisions.)
R: Reasons to smile?
I hate to say it, but I had trouble thinking of this one right away, mostly because I’m a little bit scared and quite nervous about my big move next weekend, and officially beginning the next big chapter in my life. Maybe beginning a new chapter IS a reason to smile?
However, I am very happy that I am getting ‘me’ back. Over the past couple of months, I have felt more like me than I have in a long time, and that is definitely something of which to be proud.
S: Season of choice?
T: Tag 5 people. Dumb. Let’s make up a T instead. How about Terrible Habit?*
I’m generally always going to be five minutes late to meet you somewhere.
*Yes, I wrote this and then changed W to Workout of Choice instead of Worst Habit. It’s my blog(ger) survey; I’ll do what I want.
U: Unknown fact about me?
Shouldn’t that say “unknown fact about YOU”?
My fact is that I am somewhat obsessed with grammar and editing. Can you tell? (I was even correcting the grammar of some of the contestants on The Bachelor the other night.)
Currently? Zucchini and summer squash. [And not just because they have been soft enough for me to eat for most of my wisdom teeth recovery.]
But seriously, I think I have, at one point or another, declared every vegetable that exists to be my favorite.
Even chayote. And how many of y’all even know what that is?
Except radishes. I always THINK I like radishes. But I don’t.
W: Workout of choice?
Right now I’m crazy about Body Combat and kickboxing…
….as well as loving Tina’s Best Body Bootcamp.
X: Xray or Ultrasound?
What? Really? Come on now. That is a ridiculous question.
X-cuse me for not answering.
Y: Your favorite food?
But….I actually don’t eat ice cream all that much. What I DO eat all the time?
I’ve also written a number of epic posts about my love for pimiento cheese.
For someone so dairy-wary, I sure love a lot of foods that come from cows.
[I would like to state for the record that was a complete cop-out for the letter Y. It could have been ‘your favorite’ anything really. What about the word ‘youth’? We could have done something with that.]
Z: Zodiac Sign?
Leo. This means I look at myself in every reflective surface I walk by. At least according to some Seventeen (or similar) magazine I read in my youth. But it is totally true. [See comment regarding ‘deeply-rooted tendency towards narcissism’ at the beginning of this post.]