It’s Tete-a-Tete Thursday, beautiful people, which means we are going to have a little Bourbonista banter with another groovy gal from the blogosphere. This week’s guest is the charismatic Christy Stucker, former Mrs. Kentucky America (2009) and Mrs.U.S. of A Globe (2005); a passionate and educated Fashionista (Bachelor of Science in Fashion Merchandising); Adventure Traveler; wife & mother; and blogger on the new and improved The Mother Stucker.
The Bourbonista: Tell me about yourself in 50 words or less. At least one word must begin with the letter “X” and none can begin with the letter “S.”
Christy: Former beauty queen with a current Ron White meets Daniel Tosh narration at all times in my head. I’m the MotherStucker. Other nicknames include TT, Mom, Flash (as in warm, not naked), and X-tina (Christina) despite the issue of the t being redundant. X-ina leaves much to be desired.
The Bourbonista: From now on you will TT Flashina to me, which makes the perfect circus name so, tell me, if you were a circus performer, what would you be and why?
Christy: The Girl with Glitter in Her Veins! Not to be confused with the girl who farts glitter – that is a different circus entirely.
The Bourbonista: I would be the woman with whiskey in her bloodstream, though I’m not sure why anyone would buy a ticket to see that when they just have to catch me after 6pm on any given night. I really need to find a marketable talent. Moving on, what would you do if you won the lottery?
Christy: That depends…$1000 (Scratch off lottery) - Last minute cruise and a suitcase full of new, brightly colored, tiny bikinis OR $100,000,000 (Powerball) - See above. Rinse. Repeat.
The Bourbonista: Forget the suitcase. If I had a body like yours, my bikinis would be so small that I could carry ten of them in a make-up bag. Envy aside, if you were on death row…don’t act like you don’t know who you killed to get there…what would be your last supper?
Christy: A pitcher of Margaritas on the rocks (with salt), chips, salsa and queso from a dive Mexican restaurant where you can order by number. #187 for instance. Betcha didn’t see that coming! He didn’t either…
The Bourbonista: No, guacamole? Come on, you gotta’ have guac. Now, let’s get serious, if you were to write a short “Thank You” letter to your future self for all the cool shit you’ve done twenty years from now, what would it say?
First, way to go on the aggressive anti-aging regimen you started way back. It worked.
Raising 2 daughters and a husband wasn’t an easy task but you made it seem effortless. The entire world assumes you have spent the last 20 years lovingly encouraging your family to their respective successes. We (I?) realize it was all accomplished through mad elbow grease and consistently threatening to lose your shit.
As you now know, your long awaited novel and subsequent book tour were made possible (not so much) by your God given talent and (definitely) by finally manipulating the right people(s) to be bitch (es).
Congratulations MotherStucker. You deserve it (and then some).
The Bourbonista: I’ll be your future bitch…exactly what does it entail? Last, but not least, if you were a booze, which booze would you be and who would you want to drink you?
Christy: Wine. Specifically, wine with a spout (I aim to please!) attractively packaged in cardboard -- always fresh and ready for fun -- Who wouldn’t want to drink me?
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