Hey there, kapgar readers! How goes it?! It's Nilsa here, from that other blog over there called SoMi
(fondly named after my dog, even though it's not a dog blog at all).
So, kapgar here asked me to guest post for him. And seeing this was my
first invitation ever to guest post, I just couldn't pass up the
opportunity.
I mean, I have all the time in the world to guest
post. I'm not planning a wedding. Or selling my condo. Or moving in
less than 3 weeks. And my commute to work hasn't doubled or even tripled in time due to road construction. On. Every. Single. Highway. Drive. Avenue. Street. Sidewalk. No, really! I have lots of time. No one said kapgar picked smart people to guest blog for him. Probably because he wants to
guarantee you'll still be here when he gets back. He'd prefer you not
run off with the guest blogger, even though I'm going to dangle a little carrot for you! I dare you to grab it! And run, far away!
So,
I've been wracking (racking?) my brain, trying to come up with something clever to
say. Word on the street is this is kapgar's 999th post. That's a lot of
pressure. At first, I thought 999, kinda like 1999. Let's do a little
Prince diddy. But, nah, I wasn't creative enough to make that one work.
Then, I was thinking of the devil reincarnated (666 --> 999). Again,
a dead end. My fiance suggested all things costing $9.99. But, let's face it, I'm not that cheap (it's ok; you can feel sorry for him; I do).
And
so, I've got to admit. I have nothing. Even though kapgar gave me carte
blanche to run with this post. Even though I could touch on one of the
many taboo subjects I'd never write about on my own blog. Even though
I'm a Cardinals fan living in a sea of Cubs. And a Tar Heels fan living
among Illini fans. It's crazy the amount of freedom I have to write.
And all I could do is come up with this here little meme I saw on
another blog. Forgive me... my brain is running on empty.
Where are you typing from?
It's
really sad I can't answer this honestly. But, I've gone undercover. So,
I may be writing from home. Or work. Or the gym. Or the coffeehouse. I
may not be typing at all, but rather giving dictation to my underlings.
Yes, I'm that important.
Occupation?
Consultant turned Guest Blogger soon to be Freader Stealer.
Relationship Status?
Got one ring on the finger, the other one is on the way. Hence, wedding planning mentioned above!
How do you know kapgar?
Technically,
I don't. I can't tell you how many times kapgar has said, "How could
you write such things? It's like I don't know you anymore." As if we actually knew each other in the first place. Though, I
seem to recall a certain Mizz Sizzle connecting two fellow Chicago bloggers. Even though kapgar lives in cornfields compared to my urban living.
If you had to sell kapgar to someone, what would you say?
Uh,
geez. That's not fair. I don't even know the guy. See paragraph above.
I kid. Actually, I'd tell them he has excellent taste in music (thanks
for the mix CDs!) and is one of the most open minded bloggers I know.
Because, we all know bloggers have opinions. And the kapgar apple
doesn't fall far from the blogging tree. But sometimes, our opinions go
to town, butting heads, getting kicked out of bars and the like. And
you know what? kapgar is always so gracious about it. Helping me back up
after he's kicked me down.
What's your favorite part about kapgar?
Seriously?
C'mon. You already asked me to sell kapgar. Isn't that kind of like
telling you the things I like about him? I'm done with this line of
questioning. Let's keep it moving.
If you had a last meal on earth, what would it be?
Likely
my mom's calamari. Cooked in a white wine sauce with tomatoes and
cilantro. It was my first introduction to the slippery little suckers.
Well before fried calamari went mainstream. And to this day, it's one
of my all-time favorites.
What's your signature wedding drink?
Oooh. Weddings. Drinks. I'd say any kind of Mandarin/Orange vodka and 7-Up. It goes down oh so smooth!
Would you rather be the celebrity or in the entourage?
That's tough. Instead, I choose Answer C (because when in doubt, choose C) - a member of the paparazzi. I always was the one behind the camera!
Dream vacation destination?
Costa Rica. Hawaii. Greece. Mediterranean. At least I'm knocking one of them out on my honeymoon! Always good to have a running list. Because you just never know when you'll win the lottery. (Note to self: start buying lottery tickets!)
Favorite restaurant?
In Chicago, it'd have to be Cafe Laguardia. Yummy Cuban goodness!
What's your favorite blog (besides kapgar)?
That's
not entirely fair. Because I have a lot of favorites. In fact, I tend
not to read blogs that don't fall into my favorites. So, today, I'm
going to give a shout out to To Kiss The Cook, because she introduced me to Ron,
who not only has been kicking my ass back into shape, but who likely
threw one helluva party over the weekend (I'm lame and didn't go, but I
had a good excuse!).
Least favorite day of the week?
Sunday 9PM - Monday 8:59PM. It's not technically a day. But, what are
you gonna do, fire me? Fine, go ahead! But not before a few more of kapgar's freaders promise to come to the dark side!
What's the oddest thing you have ever publicly witnessed?
Two adults doing it doggie style next to the highway. I'm not kidding.
What's the next big thing you are looking forward to?
My wedding: 10.18.08!!Well, that's not entirely true. Because there is usually something each and every day that gets me excited. But, that's a big one. The wedding day. Hard to ignore. And if I have to bundle my answer into this here nice little box, then that's the answer you're gonna get!
Alright, That's all from here! Hope to see you today, tomorrow and every future day over at SoMi! But really, I'm not stealing your readers, kapgar. I'm just gently encouraging them to expand their horizons. By visiting me old blog. It needs bloggylove, too, ya know.
