A, You're Adorable...

So I say about Laura at Catholic Teacher Musings, who tagged me for this ultra-fun alphabetical meme:

A is for age:
43, but I keep mistakenly telling people I'm 44. Somehow I've regressed to the elementary school practice of self-aging a year...even though I don't plan on going to Chuck E Cheese when my day comes. Actually, I am 43 and a half...

B is for burger of choice:
Bacon cheeseburger, done medium rare, with only a white or pale yellow cheese. No orange. Not sure why.

C is for what kind of car you drive:
A new-to-us used 2002 Honda Odyssey. (I do still miss my '74 Ford Maverick that before its passing spat antifreeze at me through the vents.)

D is for your dog's name:
As yet, we have no dog, despite He-Twin's impassioned pleas to change our status. Periodically he shares his different ideas as to what the pending canine's name should be. Today, it's Hayden. I vote for Biscuit or Pancake.

E is for essential item you use everyday:
Prayer and red wine. They work well alone or together.

F is for favorite TV show at the moment:
Oh dear. Here's my short list: Mad Men, Reaper, Rescue Me, No Reservations, Rock of Love, The Soup, Flip This House, Diners Drive-Ins & Dives, I Love Lucy (though husband dislikes it, so I watch it rarely), Kathy Griffin's Life on the D-List, pretty much any show on MSNBC (except for Keith Olberman--in my opinion, a bit too pompous, and I'm not exactly sure what he's basing his self-congratulatory nature upon). Despite the oft-lamented dearth of "good TV", I can always seem to find something entertaining. Helps to watch with a pop-culturally conversant/find-the- humor-in-everything husband who coincides with my TV tastes well, and I with his.

G is for favorite game:
Right now, Mr. Mouth. [See extensive posts to that effect below...]

H is for Home State:
Virginia. Sic semper tyrannus.

I is for instruments you play:
Does manipulation count? If not, maybe the spoons....

J is for favorite juice:
Pineapple. (or does wine count?)

K is for whose butt you'd like to kick:
Not really a "butt-kicker," but after my outburst on the TV question, perhaps Keith Olberman's.
L is for last restaurant at which you ate?
Does Sonic count as a "restaurant"? If not, the Northside Grille, our very (or at least my very) favorite neighborhood haunt.

M is for your favorite Muppet:
Count von Count.

But I really think I love him because Sarah loved him so passionately (and I am NOT kidding, passionately) from age 2-3.

[Seriously, she really loved Count.]

N is for Number of Piercings:
Three. Two in left ear, one in right. Did the second hole in left ear myself in college. The picture you're imagining is probably far more scandalous than the real story, so I'll let you go with it....

O is for overnight hospital stays:
Once as a five-year-old (some kind of bladder procedure), and then when the twins were born. Pretty blessed Mama, me.

P is for people you were with today:
Darren, Sarah and their Daddy.

Q is for what you do with your quiet time:
Should I be concerned that I dislike quiet time? Maybe I've just forgotten what it is like...

R is for biggest regret:
As Sinatra said, "I've had a few, but then again, too few to mention."

S is for status:
Gleefully married, 12 years.

T is for time you woke up today:
Woke up at 7:30ish when the kids piled in; got up around 9.

U is for what you consider unique about yourself:
It may not be too unique (actually, I hope it's not), but I am quite naturally a happy, optimistic (to the point of Pollyanna-ism) person.

V is for vegetable you love:
Wow. I don't love a single vegetable. (Maybe that makes me unique....)

W is for worst habit:
Ewww, this is gross to admit, but I do pick at my head/scalp when I'm stressed; and I tend to not let my husband finish his sentences. Sexy, huh?

X is for x-rays you've had:
Dental. An elbow in the 6th grade for a gymnastics injury. (No, I wasn't good. If I had been, I'd not have gotten injured.) Have had numerous knee x-rays as well. They're pretty rugged.

Y is for yummy food you ate today:
Chocolate chips out of the bag while the kids were out running errands with Daddy

Z is for zodiac:
Sagittarius. (And apparently, a pretty "obvious" one; I've had people say, "Oh you are SUCH a Sagittarius," upon first meeting them. Suppose I should read up on my sign to see if that is a good or a bad thing; it's always said with that glaringly adjective-absent tone of "Oh, you got a haircut.")

Oooh, now I hereby tag Christine at Watch Me, No, Watch Me, Emily at Essential E, Donna at Two Hearts in Guatemala, and anyone else who's game! Let me know when/if you do it; I wanna go peek!