Name: Rose Aliverti
Hometown: Monroe, Washington
Occupation: Mom who is reinventing herself into some kind of totally awesome superstar.
Favorite type of donut:
Top pot old-fashioned glazed.
I have no idea what that is. Is that a donut or a figure skating trick?
Top Pot is a local donut maker here in Seattle and they really do make a good donut.
But while I was growing up I used to say my favorite type of donut was Hurts, so that I could follow it up by slugging my little sister and saying, "HURTS, donut?"
Ha ha ha. That joke is still funny. (Just ask my sister.)
Would you rather be mauled by a bear, stung to death by bees or eaten by a shark? Why?
That's easy: stung to death by bees. Why? Because it reminds me of Macaulay Culkin's character in My Girl. That is how Thomas J. dies... (I hope I didn't ruin it for anyone...)
You did.
If your life were a song, what song would it be?
It would be a medleyy of songs: "Clocks," by Coldplay, "Lost!" by Coldplay, "She Just Wants To Be," by R.E.M., "Wonderwall," by Oasis, "Bittersweet Symphony," by the Verve, "What A Wonderful World," by Louis Armstrong, "Lovesong" by the Cure and ... "Lullaby," by the Dixie Chicks. YES the Dixie Chicks. Honestly, this is the only song I know by them. I'm not a country music fan, but the words are so pretty: "How long do you wanna be loved? Is forever enough?" Sweet, sweet words.
If you could only watch one film for the rest of your life, what would it be?
This answer would be different every day you ask me. Yesterday I would have said It's A Wonderful Life. Today I'm going to say Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Tomorrow it might be Forrest Gump or Donnie Darko or Little Miss Sunshine or a movie I just saw last weekend, Slumdog Millionaire. I'd have to have all of my favorites listed on a Twister board in order for me to choose because I am very indecisive!
If you had your way, where would you live out the rest of your days and how?
In a cute little town on the beach, living in a pimped-out cottage filled with books, music, games and movies, with all my peeps nearby.
What would your like your tombstone read? (Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you)
Devoted mother, beautiful wife, beloved sister, darling daughter, true friend. I added 'beautiful wife' because (hopefully) by the time I die, I will have a husband who would say that about me.
The Three Stooges or the Marx Brothers?
The Three Stooges! Although when I was a kid, they really scared me. Specifically, mo. SCARY man!
What three TV shows can you not miss?
1. 30 Rock
2. The Office
3. How I Met Your Mother and The New Adventures Of Old Christine. It's a tie. I could not choose.
If you could erase one social problem with the flick of yr wrist, what would it be and why?
Child abuse ... for the obvious reasons, but also because of the effect it would have on other social problems.
Who was your earliest remembered crush?
All the 5th graders I knew had a crush on a boy in my class named Josh. But I bet I was the only one who officially named their Cabbage Patch Kid doll after him!
What five things do you hope people know or think about you?
1. That I have a good poker face, because I don't. But if everyone thought I did, then I would, right?
2. I hope people know that yes, I really do now how to capitalize words.
3. That I'm looking for a good job - in case anyone out there can hook me up! (Oprah, are you reading this? Because if anyone can hook me up, it is Oprah.)
Sorry Rose, I can assure you that Oprah does not read this blog. I'm not sure *anybody* reads this blog, but I can say with some assurance that Oprah does not have any interest in reading my thoughts on comics, movies, deer poo and dino peen.
4. I hope that the people I love know that I love them, and that I'm a better person because they are in my life.
5. And I hope they think I'm a good person, otherwise #4 wouldn't sound like much of a compliment. And also because I want to be a good person. "Beeeeee goooood" as E.T. would say.
What three things are you terrified that people know or think about you?
1. OK ... I'm just going to say it ... I'm not as graceful as you might think. And if you know me you'd never think that, anyway. If there is something to trip over or slip on, I usually find it. Proof: Today I slipped on black ice on a busy street, even though I was walking slow because I knew it was icy. But, alas, it found me. it always finds me.
This is why I run everywhere. Every. Where.
2. I will always have a place in my heart for 80's pop radio. You don't even want to know what is in my collection (but i will someday make a playlist to share with the world).
3. I'm terrified of rats. I am terrified that someday, someone will use that against me.
The Stones or the Who?
My reasoning has nothing to do with their music. I'd say the stones because Mick Jagger's lips could just run away by themselves and you'd know who they belonged to. But then again, i like the name of the band The Who better ... "The Who?"
I pick the Beatles. Like I said, I'm indecisive.
If you could have any super power (flight, x-ray vision, the ability to talk to undersea creatures, etc.), what would it be and why?
Photographic memory along with not needing more than 4 hours of sleep each night. There is so much I could do if I possessed those two abilities simultaneously. (I was going to say never needing any sleep, then remembered that I actually do like sleeping. So, that would just be cRaZy!)
What is the deal with airline food?
I KNOW. Can the bag of pretzels GET any smaller? (Is that how it goes? I don't remember if Seinfeld used pretzels or peanuts...) Airline food is disgusting. Over-processed, germ-infested food. Jerry and I have something in common ... I can be a real germaphobe if I put my mind to it. Someone (a normal person) left a bottle of ibuprofen over at my house and I gross myself out anytime I think about taking one from that bottle. I gag over it. And I gag over airline food. Plus, HELLO! I'm not an astronaut...
What is your greatest unrealized ambition?
I have two:
1. Someday I want to write a book. About what? I don't know yet.
2. I want to play piano. I took lessons when I was about 12 or 13, had one recital where I messed up SO bad I thought I was going to start crying right there. (Aah, the middle school years ... see next question!)
Most embarrassing moment ever. Go!
Is 'middle school' an embarrassing moment? I hope so, because these days I don't embarrass so easily. I fell smack down on a busy street today, and I'm still going with middle school.
In middle school, I had huge, thick glasses and braces. I wore my hair like a whale spout on top of my head, and tried to get my bangs to be big but it never really worked out the way I planned. I went through a phase where I wore shorts with sweatshirts almost every day, no matter what time of year. I developed a crush on a boy, and the only thing I remember about him is the one day I saw him at the grocery store and got so embarrassed that I pushed open the automatic doors, leaving the store. I cried a lot, in public. I fell asleep in my U.S. History class. A girl that I'm now friends with on Facebook tried to beat me up after school, so I told a teacher really fast in-between my tears, and ran away ... but got on the wrong school bus home. I collected teddy bears. I went to a Tiffany concert. Need I say more?
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Wow. Excellent stuff, right? Thanks a bunch, Rose. You're a trooper. Tune in next week for another installment of interviewing Withe the Starz! Maybe we'll interview Oprah? What do you think?
1 comment:
hey, that was fun!
please interview oprah. or you could always make one up.
and i noticed you fixed all my capital letters. i'm sorry, i should have typed like a normal person!
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