Accent: Northwest Hoosier, which I'm told is like Chicagoan, only flatter. I can also do a mean Northwest Indiana hillbilly when I get going (or try to talk Southern, which gives Kaffy the heebs).
Bra Size: 38D
Chore I hate: What is this thing you call "chores?"
Dad's name: Lee
Essential make-up: Becca creme blush in Turkish Rose
Favorite perfume: Usually Angel by Thierry Mugler (just like Snidgey), but there's this stuff from Sephora that sounds like it'll smell good for the summer, like vanilla and coconut.
Gold or Silver: gold
Hometown: Munster, Ind.
Interesting fact: I have perfect pitch when it comes to playing music. Singing, however, is a whole other ball of wax.
Job title: Free-lance reporter/editor/researcher (that's what it says on my biz card, even)
Kids: Ruben and Elliot
Living arrangements: Apartment dwelling
Mom's birthplace: She might've been born overseas in Czechoslovakia, but I'm guessing it was someplace here.
Number of apples eaten in last week: What are these apples of which you speak?
Overnight hospital stays: one for tonsils out and one for figuring out why I couldn't shit when I was three (Bastards gave me a lower G.I. for that one, but I showed them ...)
Phobia: Rejection and getting fired (Oh, wait. That's kind of the same thing, isn't it?)
Question you ask yourself a lot: "Wait ... what!?!?"
Religious affiliation: Lapsed Catholic
Siblings: My pretend younger brother and soul sister are the only ones I'm claiming these days.
Time I wake up: 9 a.m. ... ish
Unnatural hair color: dark red
Vegetable I refuse to eat: Rhubarb sounds pretty unappealing to me.
Worst habit: I plead the 5th.
X-rays: many, many of chest/lungs; tonsils, lower bowel and nose (thought I broke it when I fell into a can of turpentine while trying to rollerskate in the basement -- again when I was three)
Yummy food I make: I'm actually a pretty good cook, but I make a fantastic Italian beef
Zodiac sign: Green-eyed Aquarian