Five Question Friday! 9/10/10

Yippee!! It's Friday! And, while I wasn't able to "coerce" the Mr. into staying home today to work on house stuff, we have the whole weekend without any real concrete plans!

Can you say "RELAX"?!

Ahhhhhh...feels good just thinking about it.

Thank you ALL for your encouraging words, positive thoughts and, most of all, prayers! I wish I could hug each and every one of you...unless you're not a hugger, in which case, I'd just give you a high five. I'd hate to make you uncomfortable.

You all brought a much needed smile to my face! I think my children thought that Glenda the Good Mother had been replaced by the Wicked Mother of the West.

Poor things.

Anywhoodles...let's get this Five Question Friday show on the road!!

Rules for Five Question Friday: Same as always!! Copy and paste the following questions to your blog post, answer them, then c'mon back and link up (on Friday!). If you don't have a blog, but wanna play along with the coolest blog hop in town, feel free to leave your answers in the comments below!

Questions for Friday, September 10th: (Special thanks to Minivan Mommy, Chrissy, Lily, Lil' Momma, and [inspiration] from Sandy for their question suggestions! If YOU would like to be linked in a future 5QF, c'mon over to my community and offer up your best question suggestions!)

1. Do you feel guilty spending money on yourself?

2. How well do you know your neighbors?

3. What age are you looking forward to being?

4. Do you get excited when the mail comes? Why?

5. What is your earliest childhood memory?

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1. Do you feel guilty spending money on yourself?

Er...yeah.

I do. I also feel guilty (kinda) when my husband spends money on me. One year, for Christmas, he got me a pair of Uggs (*gasp*!! The weather! I can dig my Uggs out!!) that I had been drooling over.

I loved those Uggs like they came from my womb. I smelled them, and petted them, and I may or may not have swaddled them like a baby and sang lullabies to them.

You can't prove it.

But, then my guilt crept in...and I was thinking of all the things I could buy with that money.

And I returned them.

2. How well do you know your neighbors?

What are these "neighbors" that you speak of? Like, Canadians?

'Cuz, I don't really know too much about them. Other than they seem to like maple trees, live for hockey, have awesome people like Kate there, and I love to eat their walleye.

We are country bumpkin's, my friends! We don't really have neighbors. Well, we do. But I don't know them.

No, I take that back. My aunt and uncle's property butts up to ours...so, I guess we know one of our neighbors really well...and the others not so much.

Although, my husband helps clear snow out of the elderly neighbors across the road's driveway. (Whoa. Something about that last sentence makes me think my English prof would've needed a whole pack of red pens to correct it.)

3. What age are you looking forward to being?

I totally do not want this to come out sounding wrong...but, here goes...

I can not wait to be "Grandmother Age". Let's do a little math...say, The Pal gets married and has his first baby at 28, I'll be 47.

But, I'd be okay with him having a baby at 25. I wanna be a young grandma...not TOO young, but young and fun.

I want to enjoy my grandbabies as much as I can. Sleep overs, grandma days, baking cookies, reading books, and lot's and lot's of snuggling.

Yes..."Grandmother age" is where it's at.

All play and no work.

Or something. ;)

4. Do you get excited when the mail comes? Why?

You know...I do.

And I have no idea why.

I think it started at a very early age, when, perhaps, I was waiting for my "Special Edition Purple Pie Man" from the Smurfs to arrive in the mail and all I could do was sit at the mailbox and pick at my toenails while I waited day after day after day for it to arrive.

The anticipation.

It carried through.

When the mail comes, I happily skip out to the box...I'm not sure if I'm still expecting the Purple Pie Man, or what...but it never fails...I get excited.

And then I see the bills.

5. What is your earliest childhood memory?

I have one of those freaky, super young memories. Well, you know...not of the birth canal or anything.

Geez...not THAT young.

When I was about a year and a half, we lived with my grandparents for a bit. I can vividly remember my big brother, who would've been 4 1/2, pulling me out of the crib by my arms.

Now...if I remember correctly, I was told he did do this, but there aren't any photos or anything that would have made me "create" that memory!

So...my only thought is that it must be a legit memory.

In which case, I most certainly must be a genius, right?

Ahem...right?

That's what I thought. ;)

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