As if I need to add more fuel to my loser fire, this entry is about blatant thievery.  Tre had this survey on her blog and I thought it was interesting so I have stolen it.  Since Ryan is the most recent addition to my best friend collection (and I know D and Alvin know everything there is to know about me), I decided she would be the best one to have answer the questions.  Here's what she had to say about me (my real first name has been obscured of course...because I hate it, but she answered correctly):

-My name: A****a Nguyen-Preston (Blake)
-Where did we meet: Royston's  party
-Take a stab at my middle name: Jade
-Do I believe in God: If God is Tamara Mellon, yes...in a traditionalist "omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent" being way? emphatically, no
-How long have you known me:. 2 long years!
-Do I smoke: hell no!  I would never make out with you if you did.
-What was your first impression of me upon meeting: walking trouble...in fabulous shoes
-Color of my eyes: today they're  gray, what color they are tomorrow would depend on how tired you are when I next see you
-Do I have any siblings: no, you're a  lonely spoiled brat
-If so, what is/are my sibling(s) name(s): I can make some up for you if you'd like
-What's one of my favorite things to do: buy things
-Do you remember one of the first things I said to you: I  remember  the first thing you said to me word for word...in response to something I said to you, you replied "I know, and you're good"
-What's my favorite type of music: rock
-What is the best feature about me: other than your good looks? you love with every fiber of your being and I both thank you and admire you for it
-Am I shy or outgoing: surprisingly shy
-Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules: you don't even know the meaning of the word rules
-What's your favorite memory of me: the look on your face when you found out your dad was my ob-gyn
-Any special talents: tons, you are a goddess of fashion and a rock star
-Would you consider me a friend: and so much more
-If there was one good nickname for me, what would it be: filthy whore! (or AJ)
-If you and I were stranded on a desert island, what one thing would I bring? please, like you'd ever go somewhere as hot as an island

So there you have it.  It's two prizes in one...Ryan's shoddy attempts at comedy, and you've learned a little more about me as well.  Because she never does anything for free, she had me answer the survey as well...as a special treat, my answers for her are below:

My name: Ryan Blair-Brentley
-Where did we meet: Royston's  party
-Take a stab at my middle name: Dylan
-Do I believe in God: if by God you mean Newton, then yes...but otherwise no
-How long have you known me:. 2 years
-Do I smoke: no, you hate it
-What was your first impression of me upon meeting: you were like staring into the sun...bad for me, but I just couldn't look away
-Color of my eyes: blue, like cobalt glass
-Do I have any siblings: yes, a sister
-If so, what is/are my sibling(s) name(s): Keiran
-What's one of my favorite things to do: torture your poor husband
-Do you remember one of the first things I said to you: I  remember exactly, you said "Take this how you want to, but I'm going to say it anyway...that outfit is so fucking sexy"...always a player
-What's my favorite type of music: classic rock
-What is the best feature about me: your self-confidence and your honesty
-Am I shy or outgoing: outgoing is an understatement for you
-Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules: If I didn't know better, I'd say Billy Idol wrote Rebel Yell about you
-What's your favorite memory of me: that night you threw James' cell phone out of a 2nd story window.  I was pissed at you, but looking back on it now,  it was pretty hilarious.
-Any special talents: baby, your mouth is a national treasure! (and you're a physics whiz, and a hell of a dancer)
-Would you consider me a friend: absolutely
-If there was one good nickname for me, what would it be: beautiful bitch, Captain Crocodile Tears, or just plain Ry
-If you and I were stranded on a desert island, what one thing would I bring? your husband, because apparently his sperm is your life force..ugh, he probably has something stuck in you right now

...and her name is Zooey Deschanel.  She has such a fabulously deadpan delivery, yet she still manages to convey emotion.  I just finished watching an underrated little gem called Winter Passing.  It's one of those love it or hate it deals...but personally, I was not disappointed.  If you liked Garden State, you'll probably like Winter Passing.  Sure it's standard indie fare, but whatever...it's all about Zooey.  I really wish she would put out a jazz album.  Not only is she a great actress, she has an amazing voice (if you've seen Elf, that was really her singing Baby It's Cold Outside).

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I am very often in awe of Ryan and James' relationship.  Don't get me wrong, I love what Scott and I are to each other.  Marrying that man is probably the best thing I've ever done...but it's different with us.  We've known each other for most of our lives.  We've love each other for a lifetime...sometimes as friends, other times as something more...but it has always been there.  Ryan and James had known each other for less than a year when they got married.  They're actual proof of love at first sight.  As corny and cliche as it sounds, James says he knew they were meant to be from the first moment he laid eyes on her.

Ryan is pretty fascinating.  James is the first and only man she's ever loved.  The only serious relationships she had prior to him were all with women (she had always considered men to be good fuck buddies and nothing more).  That's quite profound to me.  What was it about James that made her dive head first into uncharted territory?  Marriage, two kids, a house, the whole nine.  For all the intensity and passion they argue with, it's ever more fierce when they're making up.  It's beautiful and scary at the same time.  If for some reason they didn't work out...I'm pretty sure it would be the death of them both.

Ryan and I have created a monster...out sweet, innocent, virginal Kieran has turned into a raging whore!  Ok, so it's not really that extreme...but she is no longer a virgin, and she is very smitten with this boyfriend of hers.  She has pictures of him on her phone...he's cute in a early 90's Thurston Moore kind of way.  I'm happy for her...and I hope she bangs the hell out of him when she gets home.

Somehow my house becomes Sexy Boy central at least once a year.  I don't know why, or how all of them end up here at the same time, but it never fails.  Alvin and Adrian flew in on Friday and are staying here, Scott is always here (of course), Jamie stopped by this morning and never left (he's getting hotter with age by the way), where Ryan goes so goes Jame's nation, so he's here...Christian's here too (can't have a sexy boy party without Clark Kent), and my annoying but very hot brother-in-law is here as well.  

I think Adrian has officially adopted Ryan as his east coast hag.  They've been huddled over in a corner for hours.  If James wasn't avoiding Ry and didn't know Adrian's gay, I'm sure he would be jealous.  No, they're not fighting...he's avoiding her because neither of them have any self control and if they're around each other something going to get removed or inserted (she's not ready for that yet).  They're even sleeping in seperate rooms right now.  All these smoldering glances from across the room are sickening.  I'll gladly volunteer to babysit in two weeks so they can just get on with it already.

In other news, the kids are away...but Scott's cowboy shirt habit is still in full swing, so no sex for me.  I swear I'm going to strangle him soon.