Diagnosis – really?

Posted on February 27, 2009 by Sherry

As planned, I took Breanna to the clinic today because it was absolutely necessary to see if she needed more than just rest and fluids. Once again she had woken up last night, about half an hour after falling asleep and she was freaking out, so I brought her out to the living room – partly because I was right in the middle of catching up on some work and partly because I didn’t want her to wake up Hayley who was exhausted beyond belief after Carnival day at school yesterday.

She sat up for a few minutes, then fell asleep sitting up. Her head kept flopping over and she’d do that jerking thing with her head, similar to the way people do when they fall asleep on the bus or metro (I used to do that *all the time* when I had early classes in college, it was so embarrassing). I did try to get her to lie down on a pile of pillows to prop her up, but she got angry so I left her alone, after taking her picture of course. Eventually she flopped right over and I covered her up while she slept for an hour or so until I finished working and took her back to bed.

When we went in today I fully expected to walk out with antibiotics because I was sure that she had bronchitis again. We did indeed get the antibiotics, but it was for a double ear infection. I had no idea, we’ve never experienced those with either of the kids before. She had none of the usual obvious signs – she didn’t have a fever and she had no ear pain whatsoever. However, sure enough, her right ear had a raging infection and the left had the start of a small one. Awesome.

As for the cough, she told me to just make sure Breanna drinks a lot of fluids. She said the tonsils and back of her throat were a bit inflamed but not infected, and said that even if it did start to develop into tonsillitis, the antibiotics we were getting would take care of that too.

Poor kid.

Even worse, after she had her nap and some lunch, I prepped her first dose of the antibiotics. I have always, ALWAYS tasted medicine before giving it to my kids. Holy GOD. That was the worse medicine I have ever had the misfortune to taste test. Awful doesn’t even cut it. Let me put it to you this way: Have you ever taken ~~that nasty rocket fuel~~ Buckley’s for a cough? You know how it works by tasting so incredibly disgusting that it scares the germs away?

Buckley’s tastes like frickin’ CANDY compared to this stuff.

I had no idea how I was going to pull it off, but I forgot that Breanna is a trooper through and through. The first dose was a big one, bigger than the rest are, so I used the syringe to unload about half of it into her mouth – and I’m not mean, I warned her first that it didn’t taste very good, because I didn’t want to have her spit it all back out in horror. She shuddered and her eyes bulged out, but she got it down, and did the same for the second half. There was a lot of gasping and noise-making as she ran to the kitchen with me to have some water and eat another bite of her lunch to get rid of it, but she did it. Hopefully she’ll be just as tough tomorrow, now that she knows what to expect.

A.W.F.U.L. If life was a horror movie, that stuff would be the top secret government lab experiment gone wrong that accidentally gets leaked out and turns people into flesh-eating, brain-guzzling zombies that need to be shot and burned and scattered in three separate locations.

(What? What do you mean I need to stop watching so many horror movies? I have no idea what you’re talking about!)

Day 58: Breakfast of champions (by sherina)

The good news of the day was that the clinic is right across from a Tim Horton’s and I had five bucks in my pocket so I bought six and ate one with my coffee when I got back home at 9 o’clock. Not the usual healthy breakfast that I have every day, but hey, when I’ve had two sick kids in a row with overlap and everything, I think I deserve a double chocolate glazed donut with my coffee!

Second verse, same as the first!

Posted on February 26, 2009 by Sherry

Apropos of nothing, really, I’ve started styling Breanna’s hair in a little bun high up on top of her head. Surprisingly, she really loves it. There are only three ways she likes her hair – loose (which unfortunately causes knots), in two braids, or this bun. This is my favorite of all, I think it makes her look even cuter than usual; George said it makes her look like Raven Simone did when she was a little kid on The Cosby Show, and he’s absolutely right.

Apropos of everything these days, now it’s Breanna’s turn to be sick. Hayley still isn’t 100% but she’s well enough that she finally went back to school on Wednesday, a full week of sickness behind her. Luckily she didn’t seem to be too far behind and we’ll catch up on the homework over March break. She nearly didn’t survive today, which was Carnival Day at the school. They played outside a lot (the weather today was perfect, not cold at all and the snow was perfect for building snowmen) by playing games, going on a horse-drawn bus ride, and enjoyed a big bouncy house in the gym. After lunch they let them all wind down by watching a movie, and by the time she came home she was a big pile of exhausted. I’m surprised she didn’t spontaneously combust from the tired-related, end-of-plague crankiness. It took her less than three minutes to fall asleep.

Overall though, Hayley is okay other than the sporadic coughing and the sniffing. Have I mentioned my hatred of sniffing? It makes me insane. But it’s getting better.

Breanna, on the other hand, is a whole big mess. The faucet in her nose sprang a leak and she still can’t really blow her nose very well so it’s driving her crazy. She hasn’t really been feverish, but she has the worst cough ever. She sounds like a little old man who’s been smoking two packs a day for the past 60 years. She can’t sleep long without waking herself up with a coughing fit. We’re taking her to the doctor tomorrow because she had bronchitis this time last year and I want to see if that’s what this is again. On the other hand, the sound of her cough fits better with the description of “the barking seals of Croup” so it could be that too.

If ever I wanted another baby, this tag-team sickness is curing any such desire – mostly because I am remembering what sleep deprivation is. The past few nights I’ve only had a handful of hours of sleep and most of them are broken into 20-30 minute stretches. I don’t think I can willingly go back to that.

Of course, it’s not just me. After all, the reason I’m not sleeping much is because Breanna isn’t either, so the poor kid is overtired and cranky almost 24/7 right now. There are large parts of the day where asking her a question results in high-pitched shrieking, as though we were torturing her instead of just asking if she’d like some more water.

I am doing everything I can think of, beyond the basic “wash your hands eight hundred times a day” concept, something I do anyway, in order to prevent getting sick myself. Next Friday morning we have to get on a train and head to Toronto for my sister-in-law’s wedding. I can’t imagine a five hour train ride when you feel like Death.

Please go douse your hands in bleach after you’re done reading this, I’d hate to pass all of our germs on to you!

'Round these here parts

Posted on February 22, 2009 by Sherry

Things have been somewhat chaotic here lately, living up to the name of my blog quite nicely. On Tuesday, as I mentioned, Hayley came home early from school because she was sick. I feel bad admitting that I thought she was faking or at least exaggerating it. Hayley goes to bed at 8 pm on school nights but often stays awake reading until at least 9:30, sometimes 10 pm and then she has to get up at 6:30 the next morning. I really thought that she was just overtired, because I know that sometimes I feel like utter crap when I haven’t had enough sleep. Then her body got completely run down with a raging fever that night and I realized that she actually was sick.

She’s been sick ever since. She never went back to school for the remainder of the week. She’s had low fevers and high fevers, and fevers in between. Once in awhile it will break but it keeps coming back to fight off whatever she has. It’s really difficult for me to become alarmed over a fever (though I did raise my eyebrows at the thermometer a few times) because they serve a purpose, to kill off the germs that are making you sick. They really don’t phase me.

What HAS surprised me is her sleeping. My amazing, non-sleeping, poster child for the anti-sleep movement has been falling asleep quickly at night, sleeping in a bit in the mornings, and more importantly, falling asleep during the day. Today she woke up at about 8:30, putzed around, and fell asleep in the recliner at 11:30 for half an hour. Then she woke up, had a piece of toast with peanut butter and jelly, and ended up falling asleep again at 1:30 for another half hour.

We’re not sending her to school tomorrow either, we’re going to take her to the doctor to see if she just has the flu or if she has something that needs antibiotics. As much as she can drive me crazy when she’s running around and being loud, it’s very sad to see her lying around on the couch, all tiny and worn out.

*******

Today it’s been ten whole years that George and I have been together. It’s a bit shocking, really, to think that it’s been that long. In some ways, working at the studio (where we met) feels like it was a whole other lifetime ago, but at the same time I don’t know how the time has flown by so quickly.

We had planned on going out to dinner tonight, either to Au Vieux Duluth or to Pacini’s (mmm, bread bar), but with Hayley still being sick we don’t want to leave her. Her grandfather was still willing to come watch the kids for a couple of hours but she’s fluctuating between being really quiet and being really upset, plus we don’t want him to get sick too. We’ll just order something in instead, and when the kids go to bed we’ll either watch a movie or kick each other’s ass in Wii Sports again, something we’ve been doing the past few nights.

I figure we have to practice because Breanna, at all of three years and change, won her boxing match the other day with no trouble whatsoever.

She takes it so seriously!

And really, you know, it would be much quieter if we went out for dinner or if, like last year, we could send the kids over to his parents’ place while we ordered in. It would be nice to finish a whole meal without getting up and have an uninterrupted conversation, but we can always try to go out some other night when everyone is healthy again. For now, we’re celebrating with one sniffly, feverish, coughing six-year-old and one loud, energetic three-year-old.

Ah, the things that change over ten years!

A tingly food sensation

Posted on February 18, 2009 by Sherry

Breanna and Hayley have both inherited a strange genetic quirk that doesn’t allow us to sit like normal people on a chair. Oh sure, we can do it if we must, like at a restaurant or a fancy party. I can also remember to sit properly while wearing a skirt of dress; we’re still working on the kids for that one.

However for the most part, I sit with one leg tucked under me. So do Hayley and Breanna. Usually it’s easy to remember to shift from one leg to the other, but if I get distracted I end up with my foot falling asleep. Which is what happened at supper last night to Breanna, but she has a bit of trouble remembering the right terminology.

Breanna: Oh! What’s in my foot?!
George: What?
Breanna: What’s in my foot? Oh! I know! Beans and weiners!
George: …
Sherry: Pins and needles, sweetheart.

I then royally offended her by laughing uncontrollably, but I managed to explain that I wasn’t laughing to make fun of her, I was just laughing because it was funny and cute.

I love kids, they’re so unintentionally hilarious.

Things going on right now

Posted on February 17, 2009 by Sherry

Sometimes life works best in numerical points.

1. Valentine’s Day came and went without too much fanfare. I enjoy the day mostly for the kids. I’m really kind of turned off by all the diamond commercials (don’t get me started on diamonds) and whatnot, so I like to keep it really low-key. On top of that, George wasn’t feeling all that well. As a result, I got up with the kids and sent him back to bed, then made a batch of pancakes for their breakfast. Later we gave the girls some chocolate and a little teddy bear each for gifts, and basically relaxed. George made a delicious pork roast for supper, then we watched a bit of TV together before bed. A quiet celebration, but quiet works for me.

2. If Valentine’s Day is about sharing the love, for me Sunday was all about having very little love in my angry, cold heart. That’s because I spent the entire afternoon – I mean entire, from brunch until supper – cleaning out the girls’ room. It had turned into a nightmare and it never stayed clean. I knew it was partly because they had too much stuff that they never really even played with, and they had nowhere to store anything. I stuffed three giant garbage bags and one decent sized box full of crap. Most of it was old toys that they had technically outgrown but wouldn’t let go of willingly, and some of it was stuff that just wasn’t very good or useful.

I made Hayley’s bed first, then realized I should take a picture for posterity. So this is before:

I know, right?

This is after:

MUCH better. They basically have some dress-up/princess/beauty stuff, Barbies, Little People, Littlest Pet Shop, and car/truck/etc toys, but everything is able to be grouped together and it’s so much better. WAY better. But holy hell, I was exhausted that night.

3. This morning Hayley woke up feeling a little under the weather but I dressed her anyway and got her off to school. She’s been in the breakfast club for a few weeks now, and it’s been great because I don’t have to fight to get her to eat first thing in the morning. Instead she eats something (they rotate between things like cereal, oatmeal, egg burritos, pancakes, waffles, etc) when she gets to school half an hour earlier than usual, and by then she’s actually hungry. However, because of that, I have no idea how much she ate this morning.

I *do* know that the school called just after lunch saying that Hayley had a fever and needed to come home. I checked her lunch bag after she got in, and she had eaten half a scone that I had sent her, but had left her cheese and crackers, and only ate two bites of her tuna sandwich. All of that is highly unusual. She then laid on the couch for the rest of the day, dozing on and off, refused supper, sat like a lump in a lukewarm bath, and was in bed sleeping by 7:15. This is my kid who stays up until 9:30 or 10 every night, reading in bed. I tucked her in an hour ago and she’s still feverish despite medicine.

Guess who’s staying home tomorrow?

4. I am officially Getting Old. Breanna wanted to play Littlest Pet Shop earlier today and since it’s so easy to play in their room now, I went in and pulled it out. I laid on the floor, propped up on one side, playing for about 20 minutes. And by doing that, on a hardwood floor, I hurt my lower back, all around my tailbone. Usually when I put my back out, I at least feel it go; it usually happens when I lift something too heavy. I wasn’t DOING anything, I was just lying there. What the hell is that about?

I’ve been sitting here with my chair massage pad thing on, heat blasting through it, hoping it will dull down the pain. I thought about taking back pain medication but I’m afraid it might cause a bad reaction with my Geritol. Sheesh.

5. American Idol is already paling in comparison to last season. So far, on night one of the top 36, I am royally unimpressed, except for Anoop. This is not looking good. This isn’t unusual, because often when I really love one season the next one is a bit “eh” for me. It would be hard to compete with my utter David Cook mania last season but they could at least put in some sort of effort!

And with that I’m going to make my old, aching self a cup of hot tea and eat some cookies while trying not to berate people inside the TV.

Friday Flashback #22 – Gloria

Posted on February 13, 2009 by Sherry

I couldn’t even tell you what made me think of this song, but I loved “Gloria” by Laura Branigan. REALLY loved it. My parents had the album (and that was back in the days of LPs!) and I remember liking it in general but the first time I heard “Gloria” I was hooked. Her powerful vocals were so much fun to listen to and though my teenage self didn’t quite have the pipes to keep up, I loved to sing along too.

Tonight it just popped into my head for no apparent reason and I’ve been singing it ever since. It’s such a shame that she died so young.

Things that are ticking me off right now

Posted on February 10, 2009 by Sherry

In no particular order, here are some things that are ranking quite high on my annoyance meter right about now.

1. Dog poop. Not my dog’s poop, though I wouldn’t go so far as to call hers delightful or fun or anything. However, what’s great about it is that it quickly ends up tied up in a plastic bag. Apparently there are a few people in my neighborhood who aren’t so vigilant with the bag situation, and it’s making me borderline homicidal. What is especially pushing me over the edge is that someone keeps letting their (potentially large, I would say) dog crap all over the snowbank directly out front, all along what would be the lawn of our building. It isn’t just that it’s unattractive to look at or that it creates a delicate obstacle course for me – it means that I have to constantly worry that people in the building think that *I* am the one neglecting to pick up after my dog.

There have been two times that I’ve run downstairs with Pearl, expecting her to just pee, only to discover – aww, crap (pun totally intended) – I should have brought that bag after all. In both of those situations, I ran right back upstairs, flew back down, and picked it up. I do not leave dog poop all over the damn place. In fact there was one time where I had already thrown the bag away on a walk only to have her go again a few blocks later. Luckily I was close to home/the dumpster, and I had a wad of tissue paper in my pocket. And that’s all I have to say about THAT experience.

But the point is, I own a dog and part of the responsibility of being a dog owner is that I need to clean up after her when I walk her. If people don’t want to bother with that, then they should bloody well make sure they have a private yard – they can let their dog crap to their heart’s content out there, as long as the general public, and all the decent dog owners don’t have to deal with it.

2. Hand-over child care. On Sunday I filled up an ice cube tray with water and a bit of red food coloring to make some ice jewels. This makes for some fun times out in the snow. On Monday we had a ped day, so we went outside with them and Hayley and Breanna pretended to be pirates digging for treasure:

And then they used them to build a little winter fairy house:

They were having a good time. Then all of a sudden, this car pulls up (we were near the side street), and a kid who was maybe five ran out, in a snowsuit, and started playing with them. No problem! The kids were ecstatic to have someone not related to them to play with for a bit.

Except no one else got out of the car. I waited, confused, and glanced over a few times, and through the tinted windows I could make out the outline of someone sitting in the front seat, talking on the phone.

The three kids played for – no kidding – 15 minutes while this girl’s mother sat in her car. She didn’t know me, couldn’t see the kids when they ran around to the courtyard, and clearly expected me to watch her daughter. And obviously I did, because what else was I going to do?

Eventually a school bus pulled up from one of the other schools in the area and a bunch of elementary school kids came out. It was only then that the mother got out of her car, pulled some grocery bags from the back and then called to one of the boys to come help her carry them in. Obviously she was just killing time between arriving home from errands and meeting her son at the bus stop – a lot of schools don’t allow kids below a certain age to get off the bus without someone there to greet them.

But the big kicker was that she never once acknowledged me – no thank you, and not even a friendly smile. She looked right at me, all of three feet away, and turned around and headed to the building behind ours. Well you’re welcome, beyotch!

I just don’t get people sometimes.

3. Scholastic. Andrea from The Fishbowl posted a link on Twitter about a group that is trying to petition Scholastic to return to selling books and nothing more. I couldn’t agree more. When I was a kid* our Scholastic catalogs each month contained books. We picked the ones we wanted, we got them, we read them, we were thrilled. Now at least half the books that Scholastic sells seem to come with some sort of tie-in toy, like they’re the Happy Meal of the literary world.

That’s not too bad. I don’t love it, but I can live with it. Last year Hayley got a Backyardigans book and it came with three little figurines. Last month she got a chapter book about unicorns and it came with a small stuffed unicorn. That’s borderline acceptable – at least she’s still reading.

But the problem is that they also sell JUST toys. Instead of ordering any book at all, you can get random things like handheld games, cars, rubber stamp kits, and so on. Scholastic is supposed to be for books, to promote reading. How does a package of toy cars promote reading? It doesn’t. I had to argue with Hayley because she wanted to get a little stationary set that came with all of six sheets of paper, a pencil, some stickers, and three stamps for something like $12. I told her if she wanted that sort of thing so badly we could get more of it for less at the dollar store but if she wanted to order something from Scholastic it had to be something to read, end of discussion.

I am ALL for returning to the books-only version of Scholastic, thank you very much.

*Every time I start saying “when I was a kid” I feel like I’m getting old. Any second I’m going to start screaming for people to get off my damn lawn. And stop letting your dog crap there, while you’re at it!

There are probably more things annoying me, but being hungry happens to be one of them so I guess I’ll go dig up some lunch now!

Little miss model

Posted on February 8, 2009 by Sherry

A little while ago someone we know called and asked if Breanna could be involved in a photoshoot; she sells baby products through Costco, things like legwarmers, terry cloth robes, little outfits, etc. We said sure, that it would probably be fun. Everything was finally ready to go on Saturday, so I took Breanna to an awesome photo studio where she joined a few other kids.

I wasn’t really sure what to expect once we got there because with Breanna you just never know. She’s a lot of fun and laughs a lot, but when she’s ticked off you really know it, so it could have gone either way. In the end, she loved it and she did an amazing job. She wore all the things they wanted, she listened to everyone as far as where to sit, where to look, everything.

Naturally I loved being there too because, hello, shooting in a real studio with real lighting (as opposed to my ghetto lighting, “let me just take the shade off this lamp, hang on”!). And luckily for me, the photographer didn’t seem to mind that I was shooting behind him. I just stayed well out of his way and didn’t speak to Breanna while he was working so I wouldn’t distract her.

I think she had an excellent time.

I think we may have created a monster though. Afterwards, we stopped by George’s parents’ house so she could try on her dress for my sister-in-law’s wedding and as soon as she had it on, she started twirling and posing.

Also, while we were at the studio, they would alternate between her and a little boy every five minutes so neither one got too tired, and she looked up and said, “I want my picture taken again!”

What a lot of fun! There may be another day that we’ll need to go back for some retakes, because one of the bathrobes they wanted to feature was too short for her, but I think she’ll be happy to do it again.

She was also really excited because she got to keep the little shirt, pink skirt, and polka-dot pink legwarmers. Last night she insisted on wearing the legwarmers to bed.

As long as she doesn’t go all Naomi Campbell, screaming at people and throwing cell phones at anyone’s head, it will be okay.

You can see more of the photos I took over here!

Groundhogs don't mean much around these parts

Posted on February 2, 2009 by Sherry

Today people waited breathlessly for their resident celebrity gopher to pop out into the daylight so they could see if spring was right around the corner or if they’d be stuck with another six weeks of winter. Many were disappointed as pretty much every gopher I heard of on the news did indeed see its shadow, signifying that winter is not done with all of us yet (you folks in places like Los Angeles can hush. So can all of you in the Southern hemisphere, though I do not envy the 42C temps parts of Australia got last week either!).

Please. Disappointed? Really? I don’t care if you send out a gopher, a skunk, or a little dancing monkey who will do a soft shoe in the middle of a snowbank. I live in Canada. I live in the Eastern part of Canada, to be specific. Winter is NEVER almost over on the second of February. It’s also not over in March. If we’re lucky we see warm temperatures and spring conditions by April, but it’s not unheard of to wake up to a blizzard that month either. Last March 9th, I shared pictures showing exactly how much snow dumped down on us in one particularly memorable blizzard. And last April 13th I was considering a flight to L.A. to escape yet another snowfall.

So yeah. I wasn’t really expecting much with the gophers. If ever they *don’t* see their shadows and winter is actually over by February 2nd, I’d say it’s time to start worrying about the Apocalypse – keep an eye out for random horsemen.

Hayley was pretty let down by the gopher story. While she enjoys playing in the snow, it’s starting to get on her nerves, especially when it comes to the hassle of putting on snowpants, boots, scarves, and the like. Her precise words, in regards to how she felt about it were, “Winter sucks BUTT.”

Not exactly delicate and lady-like. But you can’t argue with the feelings behind the sentiment!

Interview time

Posted on February 1, 2009 by Sherry

Awhile back I read an entry on my sister’s blog where she had been asked some interview questions courtesy of Laura. At the end, she offered to ask five interview questions to anyone who felt like participating. I couldn’t resist, I wanted to see what kind of questions I would get from the person who probably knows me better than anyone else in the world, so here’s my interview.

1) You’ve just won a ridiculous amount of money on the lottery. You and your family (including your sister!) will never have to worry about money ever again. You can live anywhere you want in the world. Where would you live and why?

This is practically a giveaway question, because even with all the money I could ever possibly need, I would still choose to move to Halifax. The only difference is that I would be able to buy a really awesome house. However, if I was truly ridiculously rich, I would probably also get a condo or small house that I could either own or rent in various other locations – I’d love a home in Prague and somewhere in Mexico.

2) Tell us the story about the time you caught George smelling your coat. Did he know at the time that he had been caught, and if so, how did he try to cover it up? Most importantly, what went through your mind when you saw this?

Hang on while I stop laughing! First the brief backstory for everyone else – shortly before George and I got together, I was sitting at my desk finishing up some work before lunch arrived. The studio guys were lurking around my desk and George was sitting directly across from me on the chair where we all threw our coats. He probably thought I couldn’t see him because of my monitor but when I glanced up I saw him smelling my coat.

So to answer the questions, he did indeed know he was caught because I leaned around my monitor, incredulous, and asked, “are you smelling my COAT?!” Our boss immediately picked up on that and started laughing. George didn’t try to cover it up, but I think he might have been a little flustered. He owned up though and said that it smelled good. At that time I was wearing vanilla essential oil a lot so I frequently smelled like a walking cake.

It’s so long ago that I can’t remember exactly what it was that went through my mind, but I remember being happy that he liked my perfume. It was only a couple of weeks before we finally started dating so it was well timed.

3) You really wanted to be an actor. Given the crazy lives actors lead and that you have children now, would you still pursue such a career if the opportunity presented itself?

If I had already been acting and then had kids, I would have figured out a way to balance it, but now that I have kids I can’t imagine deciding to pursue a career that frequently has long hours, late night hours, and requires a lot of traveling around. I am in awe of how Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie juggle their careers so that they are rarely, if ever, working at the same time and I admire them for almost always traveling as a family rather than having one parent leave for three or four months at a time.

But you know, now that I work as a celebrity blogger, I’m kind of glad that I’m not in the public eye like that. The things that I read about people, comments that people make, scrutiny they go through, I’m not entirely sure that it’s worth it. Especially the physical commentary. If Angelina is her normal weight, she’s torn apart for being “too skinny” and then if she starts to put a couple of pounds on, every tabloid says she’s pregnant. And don’t get me started on Jennifer Love Hewitt who, in my opinion, has one of the best bodies in show business (and the best rack EVER) and yet she was ripped to shreds over how “fat” she is. She is NOT FAT. So, you know, I’m just not sure that my self-confidence could stand up to the bloodbath of nasty commentary like that. I’m happier to just be me, writing about what celebrities are up to!

4) An all-powerful being has approached you and offered to grant you any super power of your choosing. What do you choose and why?

On the one hand, my knee-jerk reaction is to say being invisible but I think that could be more trouble than it’s worth. And flying could be a cool power, but I think that really, the best super power would be to be able to teleport AND to have the ability to teleport with other people as well (much like the way that Dumbledore was able to make Harry Potter Apparate by holding on to him). Then I could go anywhere at any moment.

5) What is your most guilty pleasure?

It really changes from time to time. Sometimes it’s a food – for awhile my guilty pleasure was getting those Lindt dark chocolate bars. Other times it might be reading something. I had a streak of reading books that centered around the Muslim world. Most recently I guess that my guilty pleasure was the Twilight series and movie.

That was fun!

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