A to Z with lil' ol' me?

Debbie the Dog-lady is doing a new blog-hop based on 26 A-to-Z questions about oneself that you get to answer.  It sounded interesting (talking about myself, who'da thunk it), so I thought I would try it- with my own little twists, of course.

A- Age:  I am the same age my Mom was when she died- AKA 54 years old.  But with a grandchild on the way, I assume the age curve is about to move into the exponential range.

B- Biggest fear:  I haven't really gotten too far thinking on that.  I remember when my former Pastor's father passed, how bad his wife fell apart.  I came home and told Laurie, "I'm going first".  So to Debbie, I'd say mine and yours are pretty much in the same vein.

C- Current time (really?): 4:21 PM EDT.

D- Drink you last had:  If you are referring to alcohol, I believe my son was serving Coors Light at his place two Saturdays ago.  If not, then  I'm about 2/5ths down a 16.9 ounce Pepsi.  But don't tell my doctor.

E- Every Day Starts with: At least one of the three S's and about 7 pills.

F- Favorite song:  No Time by the Guess Who, Strange Magic by ELO, or Sherry by the Four Seasons, depending on the mood.

G- Ghosts, are they real? : More things in heaven and earth, but I don't personally believe in them.  Much.  I do however respect the hidden world of elves, nixies, and other such mythological creatures who cling to a fragment of truth.

H- Hometown:  If you adjust the focus past "rural New Haven, Indiana" you will eventually zero in on Besancon- basically a church and a handful of homes started by the first French settlers in the area back in the 1850's.

I- In Love With:  Currently the Justad sisters from the band Tangerine.  See also Molly Rankin from Alvvays and Victoria LeGrand from Beach House.

J- Jealous of:  Occasionally the customers who buy our products, because if they buy our product, that means they have a big old boat and a lake cottage and THAT's what I want and won't ever get.

K- Killed someone:  What're you, CSI?

L- Last Time I cried:  You'll find it only takes the right song at the right time with me, so prolly last week while trying to figure the M10 (the countdown in my Friday Time Machine post).

M- Middle name:  William.  All though all the time's I've been called "Christopher Robin" you'd wonder.

N- Number of Siblings:  Four, all older.  Two brothers, 74 and 71; two sisters, too old and slow to get me if I tell you 68 and 64.

O- One wish:  Drink in hand, toes in sand, watching the water.  All I need is an ocean.

P- Person you Last called- Laurie, Friday night, asking her to pick us up because Scrappy popped his hip out again.

Because I had to check this out...

Q- Question you're always asked:  "Damn, you beautiful.  How you do dat?"

Actually, more like, "How's Laurie? Tell her I said hi."

R- Reason to smile:  Salvation.  Safe home. Good family.  Work ends at 2:30 PM.

S- Sounds that annoy you: The squeak of the keyboard tray maladjusted...

T- Time you woke up:  For good, 5 AM.  Before that, when Scrappy wakes up between 2-4 AM to have me let him under the covers.

U- Underwear color:  Really?  Outside of soilage, gray.

V-Vacation destination:

a-so far:My first night in Florida, at Ormond beach.  Because childhood, and Florida.
b- wish list: The old Bronze Age sites- Hisarlik (Troy), Mycenae, Tiryns.

The Lion Gate at Mycenae

W- Worst Habit:  Laurie suggests that this would be that my way of "being organized" involves having things laying around where I can get at them easily.  Many people would call this system "a mess" but it really doesn't seem messy to me, until it does.  Then I get it all gathered back together until I need to "organize" it again.

X- X-rays you've had:  A funny story here:  A few months into my current job, I was asked to train a couple of co-workers that had nothing better to do.  As I did, I swung around and smacked a blade to my machine with the back of my hand.  It left a cut that needed stitches, and so I was sent off to the care Center we use.  What nobody knew was that there were 2 Christophers in the waiting room, and soon they were wanting to x-ray my arm.  For a cut finger?  Guess what, wrong Christopher.  Now isn't that better than a dry (and likely inaccurate) survey of my life's total roentgens?

Y- Your favorite food:  A dangerous topic this close to suppertime, but I could easily live on Cheeseburgers.  Or Pizza.

Z- Zodiac sign:  This one should be obvious, if you know me:

Taurus.