1. Do you feel guilty spending money on yourself?
Definitely. I don't know why though. I feel bad to spend $30 on a mani-pedi, but the hubs will easily drop a $100 (or more) on stuff he wants. Good thing I'm not spending it so its there for him to use. ;-)
2. How well do you know your neighbors?
Some better than others. We have a few with kids about the same ages as our girls. We spend time with them and the kids play nice together. We get along and chat with almost all of them. Hubs usually runs the snowblower over their sidewalks too, so that helps.
3. What age are you looking forward to being?
Hmm... that's a good question. I'm pretty happy where I'm at right now. I'm certainly NOT looking forward to the having two teeneage girls in the house. Can I skip past 10-15 years from now??
I'm looking forward to sitting on the porch on a porch swing with the hubs, holding his wrinkly old hand.
4. Do you get excited when the mail comes? Why?
Yes! I do. I have no idea why, since it's usually just bills. And American Girl catalogs. And Noodle wants ALL of them. Ironically she never plays with dolls, it's LaLa that loves babies.
5. What is your earliest childhood memory?
This is a strange question for me. I'm not sure. I think I have memories, but then I wonder if they are really memories or just that I heard the stories so many times, that I think they are my memories. I know I went to California when I was about 3 or 4 with my grandparents. In my mind I can see the cable cars, I can see Disney Land, I can see Fisherman's Wharf. Then I realize there are photos of each of the places that I "remember" and a story to go with them. Do I remember the actual events? Or do I just remember the hours spent as a little girl in my grandmother's lap as we rocked in the rocking chair and looked at pictures as she told me the stories?
I remember fishing with my grandfather. I remember visiting downtown Philly for the historic tour with my parents and my sister. Again, do I really remember? Or am I remembering pictures and stories?
I remember standing next to a telephone pole when I was about 7 or 8 years old, with my sister behind me. I remember that she was crying and kids were teasing her because she had a speech problem and they couldn't understand her. I remember yelling at those kids and threatening to bash their heads into the pole we were standing next to if they ever made my sister cry again. They were older kids. Bigger kids. I didn't care. I remember taking my sister by the hand and going into our house. There is no pictures, no stories. It was just me and her. I wonder if she remembers this too.
I hope not.
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