I'm faking it til I make it on being happy that's it's Friday. I'm exhausted and feel like the underside of a earthworm, slimy and gritty. Everyone in our house has got the green goop and coughs, well except my husband. Ok enough of my downer attitude.. It is indeed Friday and that at the very least means no work for two days AND maybe if all the planets align I can score a nap tomorrow. Friday also means, as you know it's time for Five Questions with Mama M.
(I promise fragments and filling in the blank will be back here next week, I'm blaming my slacking on the sickness)
What is better, growing old with out money or dying young and wealthy?
Hmmph why isn't old and wealthy an option? Maybe because everyone would choose that...
Ok, I choose old without money. I would be devasted to know that I left my husband and children even if they had a boatload of money. I would rather not have money and know that I got to see my children get married and have babies of their own.
Who takes out the garbage at your house?
The hubs takes the garbage out. Who does the remindin' that the garbage needs to go out? Me Who reminds the hubs of ALL the other trash cans in the house? Me, again. Who will leave the trash in our bathroom piled to overflowing? Me, because it's not my job and Him because he forgot.
Have you ever had the same dream many times?
Two in fact, from my much younger days. I had a recurring dream for THREE years, yeah that long, that I was marrying my now husband. Sometimes the dream encouraged and excited me at the promise of a future with the man I already loved and adored. Sometimes it depressed and angered me as I saw him with another girlfriend. But in the end it was a dream of truth.
The other dream I had multiple times, was having triplets, two boys and a girl . I haven't had this dream since having the girls, but it was so real and vivid that it makes a little nervous to talk about getting pregnant again. I can't imagine three babies at once, on top of the three I have (ufta!) or having 6 kids that are only 3 different ages...Whoa let me stop now before I wig myself out.
Can you play a musical instrument?
Well, in elementary school I nearly turned myself inside out to be in the band, my parents finally broke down and bought a used clarinet. I was all about the clarinet for about two weeks, then I was over it. Did you know you have to practice like a lot to be good at playing an instrument? At the ripe old age of ten I had big problems with commitment, sepcifically to the clarinet, but I would be in band all year. At the fifth grade concert I was third chair (nevermind that there were only three clarinet players) we had to stand up and play a section together. I stood up and moved my fingers, but didn't play, in fact I didn't play the whole concert.
So, yeah, ummm, no I can't play an instrument..
If you owned your own store, what would you sell?
This is a good one.. I'm not really the dreamer in our family, I am a very practical gal. My husband has tons of store ideas that I think are great. A store that sells empanadas (YUMMY!!), a sleep store (like a tanning salon only for taking naps) but the question is for me.. So my answer would be a bakery. I LOVE to bake and make Yummy treats.
Now you know me this |-| much better than before. We have pulled back another layer of the onion that is me, how about you? Go ahead jump on board the 5QF train. Did you know Mama M. had over 100 links up last week, but there is always room for one more. If you don't want to, or if you want to laugh at my clarinet skillz leave a comment. (Psst- I LOVE comments!!) Now don't forget to head over to Mama M.'s read her answers and check out what the others have said.
Happy Weekend Ya'll...