WTG MACBRO for using all of DL’s pumpkin-eating questions to guess the correct occupation. And since MAC didn’t follow the RULES about getting a no answer to his last question yada yada yada, WTG to LARRY also for almost guessing it right, hehe.

Here a bit about our guest:

My name is Alonzo Sargent. I was an American locomotive engineer from Jackson, Michigan. I was found to be responsible for one of the worst circus train wrecks in U.S. history, a tragedy which killed 86 persons and injured another 127. READ MORE HERE.
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Congrats to DragonLady for winning the first two What’s My Line? games. Let’s see if we can’t make this one a bit harder.

Please read the rules if you either haven’t since the first game (they’ve changed) or aren’t familiar with the game. Also have a look at the video clip in the rules, it’s pretty cool.

WHAT’S MY LINE? - 3:

My name is Alonzo (surname withheld). I am salaried, and I deal in a service.

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I’ve always enjoyed reading Boris’ blog, The Challenge. But lately he’s been more interested in photography, and looking at his Flickr page, I can see why! WOW, he’s a great photographer! I wish I could do that… I always chop their heads off, lol.

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Dragonlady wins again!!!

My name is Sandra Cross, and I am an “Avon Lady.” I am a Mother of two children ages 32 and 12 and a Grandmother of three, ages 12, 9 and 2. As a divorced mom, I know how hard it is to juggle a full time working schedule plus a full time home schedule. Working for Avon lets me customize my schedule to fit my needs, while making money and having fun!

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My name is Sandra C. I am self-employed and deal in a product.

NOTE: THESE RULES HAVE CHANGED!

I will take on the persona of an actual person, whather he/she is alive now or not.

You will ask me YES or NO questions about “my” OCCUPATION only.

You can ask as many questions as you like, one at a time, as long as the answer to your previous question was YES. If you get a NO answer, you have to wait until someone else has a question answered before you ask another.

You can guess the occupation at any time after receiving a YES answer to your last question. If you get a NO answer to a guess, again you have to wait until someone else has had a question answered before getting back into the game.

I will begin the game, as John Charles Daly always did, by telling you if the person is salaried or self-employed, and whether I deal in a product or a service (service being anything other than product).

I will also give you a photo of “myself” and “my” name. However, if the answer can by found by googling the name, I’ll only give you the initials.

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that I should blog this story that I put into his comments on one of his posts. So I’m just copying and pasting.

My brother had a cat that had kittens. The cat refused to nurse the kittens. He also had a weiner-dog. I know, you’ve heard it before, one animal nursing another type of animals babies. So you know I’m going to tell you that the weiner dog nursed the kittens.

Here’s the really strange part of it though. Not only had the dog never had puppies, she was young and had never been in heat yet at the time. So this not-yet-adult female dog saw the emergency, produced milk for the first time ever, and fed those kittens, and cleaned them, and protected them, until they were weaned and adopted.

Stranger still? The dog never did go into heat, ever. She’s now 7 years old.

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Puppies.
3 so far.
More on the way.

The dog we call “Cat” because she’s survived so many things that should have killed her, is now giving birth to her first (and only) litter of puppies. We meant to have her spayed before she was old enough to have babies, but time got away from us. We’ll have that done ASAP so she doesn’t get pregnant again. When she was in heat, we kept her away from the boy dogs in our home, or so we thought. So I’ve been waiting to see who these puppies look like so I can point fingers.

Cat is a mutt. She’s half chow, half dogo argentino. She’s not a small dog.

Surprisingly, these babies are looking an awful lot like our 7 pound toy fox-terrier.

I wouldn’t have thought that was even possible, but they do seem to love each other:

Yesterday, Mike said “The dogs won’t eat their dinner, none of them.” (We have 6) I said “Cat is about to have her puppies.” He said “WHAT?” I said it again. He laughed at me and asked me how I figure one thing has to do with the other. I told him, when a dog is ready to give birth, she won’t eat the day before. It’s her instinct to stay unfull because she’ll have to fill up when she eats the “STUFF.” Ew. And the other dogs know something’s not normal, they get anxious and won’t eat. I told him “It will be tomorrow.” and it is!

UPDATE: She had 7. Some of them look like the dachsund, too. Such a bad girl.

It usually is when people either start dying on ya or talking about it.

First, my dad called me. He’s 73 and has it in his thick skull that he won’t live much longer. I think he will, even though he’s battled colon cancer twice and skin cancer several times. He’s not sick now, but he’s making plans about burial, funeral, will, etc. I hate to hear about that stuff and told him so.

Then, I found out my mom, who’s manic depressive… she’s always either all the way up or all the way down… is down again. Her boyfriend called and told me that she hasn’t eaten or talked in four days. My youngest (but still older) brother will go today and make her go to the doctor. My mother also has a history of mental illness.

THEN, my oldest brother Wayne called me for the third time this week to tell me he loves me. Ok, that would be fine. Except one thing. None of my siblings have ever said those words to each other. Not that we don’t love each other, just that we’ve spent the past 40 years not knowing how to say it to each other. So now all of a sudden Wayne wants to say it three times in the past week?

Well I called my sister ask her what’s up with that, she said he had called her and told her the same. She thinks he’s dying soon. Wayne has a lot of health problems: Hepatitis, Alcoholism, Liver problems from the previous two, and a crazy blood disease that makes his skin break open and bleed from the merest bump against something. He had a job with no medical insurance before, and he took another job with insurance just so that he could get some treatment for these problems.

He had to wait 6 months at this new job to qualify for the insurance, but as soon as he got it he went to visit a doctor. Now my sister tells me that he only saw the doctor twice, and has quit his job and started calling everyone to say I love you… repeatedly.

What the hell??? Quit his job after finally seeing a doctor for treatment, then all these I love you’s? What? Did they tell him it’s too late? He HAS lost a huge amount of weight lately and is getting very tired-looking.

It’s also very sad when I think about the fact that I’m now at the age where some family members will inevitably start dying, such as uncles, aunts (I’ve lost several already), and my parents. But it’s too soon to lose a brother. All five of us are in our 40’s. I really miss when we were all young and healthy and carefree, including our parents.

All this info in one day has got me really worried and upset. Today sucked.

(I just realized that to say “today sucked” in past tense at 4:00 am seems kinda odd. But remember, its the end of my day)

I usually don’t talk about things this personal on my blog… but who can I be honest with if not people I’ve never seen face to face? (cept Diane)

Bowing down to Dragonlady for being the queen of quessing games and finally guessing who our mystery guest is:

My name is IRENA PORTENKO, and I am a concert pianist. I began my newsworthy performance career at the age of eight, having performed Haydn’s Concerto in D Major with the Ukrainian National Orchestra. My startling array of appearances has since been described as possessing “passion, diligence, tenderness and . . . robust virtuosity” [Ukrainian Weekly, MI, 2000]. My distinctly perceptive and courageous musicality has been shared with orchestras and audiences throughout Europe and America, including multiple concerto recitals, international competitions, and festivals. Read more about me here.

We’ll start another game later tonight, with new rules. I hope more of you will join in, because this was fun!

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Ok, I’ve done it. I’ve started a blog game like so many of my blog friends.
Although it wont’ be exactly the same as the original because its a blog and not live, this is a variation of the game show “What’s my Line?”, where the question “Is it bigger than a breadbox?” originated.

Later, I’ll move the rules, etc… to another post, but for this first one I’m keeping them in this post.

Rules :

I will take on the persona of an actual person, whather he/she is alive now or not.

(NOTE, I’ve changed the following rules a little since I originally posted this. (I realize these rule changes mess up the current game, we will start these rules on the next one.))

After one of your questions has been answered, you can take a guess at my occupation. But if you get it WRONG, you have to wait untill TWO more questions have been asked by other people to ask another question, so don’t be in a hurry!

I will begin the game, as John Charles Daly always did, by telling you if the person is salaried or self-employed.

The most common first question that was asked on the gameshow, was “Do you deal in a product?”So I will go give you that information before we begin, also.

I will also give you a photo of “myself” and “my” name. However, if the answer can by found by googling the name, I’ll only give you the initials.

I think I’ll start off by doing this once a week to see how it goes. I may add more rules later, this is trial and error.

TIP:
Some of the most helpful questions on the old game show were similar to: Is this service available to both men and women, Is this product edible, Do you work in a uniform, can you do what you do outside, etc. You get the idea.

Ready? Here we go:

What’s my Line?

My name is I.P. I am self-employed. I do NOT deal in a product.