But. Today is Friday. That means I'm going to spend time with my love and probably eat something delicious. That also means it's time for FIVE QUESTION FRIDAY!
1. Have you ever forgotten your child in a store or at school?
I have not ever forgotten my child. In fact, it's usually the other way around. She's not here and I think she IS or SHOULD BE for a few seconds, begin freaking out, then remember, "Oh yeah, she's at Nana's/Sheila's/her dad's house. Whew!"
I used to have dreams about forgetting her when she was a baby, or leaving her somewhere, but so far that hasn't happened. I figure I do only have ONE child, though, and if I can't keep track of one, I need some serious help ;)
2. Where did you go on your very first date? (Like...first first, not first with your spouse or current significant other!)
Oh my Lawd! Well, we won't count any of the "meeting a boy at the movies" when mom drops you off dates, although I had a couple of those. My very first real real date was the summer of 1998. I was dating a boy who could also drive :) (I had previously dated "Charlie" who was younger enough he could not drive).
This boy, we'll call him....Doug...*swooooon* he called me from his BAG PHONE in his truck, and asked me on a proper date. Ok I don't know if that's how it really went down, because we'd been "talking" for a week or so (and this was pre-texting, young'uns. We were, in fact, actually TALKING..like out loud and everything) already, but I just thought it was SO COOLhe had a PHONE in his vehicle! Unheard of at that time, especially for a teenager! Anyway, we decided we'd go to the late show at the GALAXY in Sedalia. It was a new theater then, and I had never been. Oh, I was excited. He was picking me up at 8:00, and it was the dead of summer, so it was still daylight outside.
I waited waited waited waited and finally 8:00 came. And he wasn't late :) I waited inside and he came up to the front door to get me. My mom
He broke my heart about two months later, and it took me years to recover. But. It was the best first date ever. Well...aside from the first date with my Mister...but that goes without saying.
3. What's your "silly" fear? (We're not talking water and heights.)
Don't laugh at me. Ok? Please.
I know! It's awful. During the day I will run down there to get meat out of the freezer or look for something in storage if need-be, but I don't linger, and I sure don't hang out. And if the sun has gone down, I refuse to go down there. I don't even like passing it to go to the laundry room at night. We have lights, yeah, we're not Amish or anything, but still. It's creepy. And I think ghosts live down there. I've never heard or seen anything strange, but I just have a feeeeeling they do. So I stay away. Because they only come out at night, right? Right.
4. Confrontation: do you cause it, deal with is as it comes, or run far far away?
Run, run, run, run! I hate it! I hate when people talk down to me, confront me, get on to me, or anything similar. I hate talking on the phone, and prefer the passive text/e-mail message. Oh I hate it. Especially if I KNOW it's coming. I back down. I get insecure. I turn into a little jelly fish.
Then I think about it afterwards. And I get angry. And I think of alllllll the points I couldn't make during the confrontation.
And I fire off an e-mail :)
And turn off my phone.
And lock my door.
5. Wood floors or carpet?
You know what I LOVE about wood floors?
Spilled juice? Paper towel. No stain.
New puppy? No problem.
Muddy boots? Let it dry, then sweep it up.
You can see the dirt and just sweep it right up. No Hoover necessary.
But you know what I miss about carpet?
And you don't have to sweep it with a broom every day.
So, you could say I'm torn.