Blonde:      “I was an only child, highly-precocious, highly-artistic, and not at all interested in what little girls are supposed to be interested in.      From very early on, I wanted to be one of two things – either a police detective or a newspaper reporter – no playing-house or dolls for me.      When I was probably five or six, an elderly neighbor gave me a desk and a beat-up old manual Underwood typewriter, and I alternated between playing reporter and playing detective – going out and doing interviews (my mother was a saint because she was always the interviewee), after which I would go back to the “office” and type up my reports.      I was the only girl in the neighborhood, and my parents were overly protective, so I wasn't allowed to play with anyone else in the neighborhood, or even leave our yard.      So, I spent a lot of time alone, but never developed an imaginary playmate like so many other only children do.      I read a lot, I wrote a lot, I drew and painted a lot, and I reflected a lot; all of which helped to cultivate my creative nature.      I guess my sheltered childhood was also highly influential in the development of my iNFp personality type, as I gain my energy and recharge from being alone.”

Blonde:      “Aside from being blonde, I'm a fiery, temperamental Irish lass, with a pale peaches & cream complexion, and I pop out with freckles when exposed to the sun.      My eyes are teal – not really green, not really blue – and they literally change color depending upon the day, and, definitely, on my mood.      I'm 100% “Old South” Southern, accent and all – and I couldn't shake it, even if I tried, not that I would ever want to – Oh, My, Never!      I would unquestionably make Scarlett O'Hara quite proud, I'm sure.


On the down side, I have suffered from severe migraines since I was fifteen with no known triggers, even though I have been tested for everything from food allergies, to environmental reactions, to brain wave pattern disruptions, and nothing can be pinpointed, and no medications are very effective in relieving the pain.      I also have fibromyalgia / chronic fatigue syndrome, which makes for good days and bad days – but, I'm too stubborn to take it easy on the good days, and have been labeled “WFO” by many who know me which stands for traveling “wide-f*ing-open” all the time.      I have seasonal insomnia, which is also linked to the fm/cfs.      But, life's too short to sit on the sidelines, so I never slow down for fear of missing out on something totally amazing!      Let's see?!?      Other little tidbits include -- I'm also a major shoe-aholic (don't ask how many pairs I have!), and a candle-aholic (only Trapps and Yankee brands for this candle-snob).      And, I have seen both Casablanca and The Bridges of Madison County at least seventy-five times each, and I cry every time (yeah!, I'm a sucker for an impossible love [triangle] story!, so sue me!).”

Blonde:      “Truth.      I spray-painted a girl's blue car totally red once, spray-painted the word “wh*re” on the windshield and rear window, and shoved an entire tightly rolled Sunday newspaper into the tailpipe.      When she started the car, the whole interior filled with exhaust, but it was still drivable, and she had to drive it home that way.      She shouldn't have been *&%$# my s.o. while calling herself my friend – there's a line that you don't cross when it comes to professions of friendship and commitments to relationships.      Luckily, I still had plenty of friends at the police department.      No charges were filed.      And, if you want to know the real truth – it felt real good doin' it!”

Blonde:      “Truth.      While living in Memphis, we didn't have any Dunkin Donut shops in the entire city, but there was one in a town about an hour northeast.      I had a craving for my one and only favorite doughnut from Dunkin Donuts, so I drove the hour to Jackson to buy several of these doughnuts.      On the way back home, it was late, it was dark, I was speeding, and I was eating one of the doughnuts – a luscious chocolate cream-filled, powdered sugar-covered doughnut.      I just happened to turn on the overhead light and my lips and the front of my shirt were covered in flecks of powdered sugar.      Just about that time, I saw blue lights in my rearview mirror.      Great!      I looked like I'd been snorting cocaine!      When the officer pulled me over, he walked up to the car, shined his flashlight in and took one look at me, and I turned on the Southern charm – fast!      I said, “Officer, this isn't what you think.      I drove all the way to Jackson for Dunkin Donuts because we don't have them in Memphis.      This is powdered sugar, honest.      Doughnuts – you know all about doughnuts – here, smell my chest!”      When I got a smile from that line, I kept on going.      I said, “Officer, you don't know what it's like to have a craving for a doughnut and have to drive an hour, one way, just to satisfy that craving.      But, I have one doughnut left and, if you let me go, I'll let you have it.”      I had to give up my last doughnut but, .59 cents -vs- a $75.00 speeding ticket was probably worth losing my last doughnut.”

Blonde:      “Truth.      No, I would never do that.      I consider that stealing.      I have a relative who did something similar.      She bought over $2,000.00 worth of clothes on her credit card, wore them for a “glamour shots” photo session, and then returned them all.      She did the same thing for her daughter's prom – bought the dress and shoes and returned them afterwards.      I think that is a form of stealing, and I would never even consider doing it.”

Blonde:      “Truth.      It is a toss-up.      It would either have to be on the hood of a police cruiser in the middle of the afternoon at an active construction site, or on a research table in the law library in the basement of the county jail, which is monitored by surveillance cameras.      Just, don't tell my Minister Dad, okay?”

Blonde:      “Truth.      Technically, no.      Streaking was literally running from one place to another, through a crowd, in the nude, specifically for the shock value.      So, no, I've never been streaking.      If you want to split-hairs (no pun intended), I have been nude in public but, discreetly – very discreetly – and not observed by a crowd on any occasion.      Do I want to elaborate further?      No, not really.”

Blonde:      “I guess that would depend upon the dare, the circumstance, and the given situation (and, of course, who was in the group at the time).”

“How far would YOU go on a Dare?”