Yes, i am stealing this from a friends blog. I thought it would be fun on the days that I have nothing else to blog about. Unless you want to hear about all the throwing up and bed sheet washing I have been doing. Yeah, I thought random questions would be more fun, too! Besides, she said I could....
1. What is better, growing old with out money or dying young and wealthy? I guess it all depends on what you call wealthy. I would have to say growing old without money. As the saying goes, money doesn't make happiness. Not that I have ever been rich to know exactly what that is like, I do know that I am happy and content with what I have, and I have had a whole lot less in the past and was just as content. But I also do feel rich, although in today's standards I am not.
2. Who takes out the garbage at your house? Whoever is around when it needs to be taken out. Usually me because I am in the kitchen more and home more than Stephen, but if you asked Stephen he would probably say he takes out the trash more. There are days that I take out 3 or 4 bags when he isn't even here, so I don't think he realizes how much trash I take out. So Stephen, I take out the trash a bunch!!!
3. Have you ever had the same dream many times? I don't seem to dream much, which I guess means that I don't remember them since scientists or sleep people say everyone dreams all the time. When I was very young, eight or younger because of the house we lived in, I had a reoccurring dream. I was in my room looking for a pair of brown socks. I heard strangers voices and every time in my dream I would go downstairs to the laundry room in the basement and there were two men that were there taking my parents hostage. Mom would always have a soothing voice telling me it was going to be okay and then I would wake up so scared I couldn't even scream. My heart would be racing and I would be sweating. I was always scared to get out of my bed if I woke up in the middle of the night and I can remember one time waking up in the morning and the sun was up but my door was closed. I laid there until my mom came and checked on me because I was afraid of what I would find when I opened the door. When I asked her why the door was closed she explained to me that she closed it so I didn't get woke up when Dad and Rachael were getting ready for school. So I would have been pretty young since I was 4 when I started kindergarten. I guess I got off the question there a little, but my point is I think I was scared like that all because of that dream that I had a lot.
4. Can you play a musical instrument? I think everyone can play a musical instrument, some just play better than others. I took piano when I was little for a couple of years. I didn't last long because when we moved here to Alabama I started taking lessons again and I didn't really like my teacher. Of course, a lot of it had to do with her reaction to me not practicing the songs she told me to or practicing it the way she wanted me to practice. I preferred to play by ear and I never did get the hang of reading notes. When I was little, not sure how young, we went to Michigan to see my Aunts and Uncles. I remember going to a barn sale somewhere. I can remember Fred and Sue being there, but I don't remember if Vicki and Donnie were there, although they lived a house apart and were always there when we visited. Fred and Sue moved further north later so this may be after that. Anyway, we went to this barn sale which was the equivalent to a garage sale. I found an accordion there and it was only $25.00. I remember going to ask my mom if we could by it, knowing she would tell me no since none of us knew how to play it. I asked her and she said yes and I was so excited! When we got back to Aunt Sue's house, she picked it up and started playing all these songs. I asked her when she learned to play one and she told me she had never touched one before. I asked her if she would show me how to play it but of course like every other sibling of my mother's, they can just sit down and play something. Aunt Sue got a pencil and wrote above the cord buttons what cords they were (by listening to it...sick) and I sat down and picked out a few songs. You know, the typical, Mary had a little lamb, twinkle, twinkle little star, and so on. Those pencil marks are still there, by the way.
5. If you owned your own store, what would you sell? Well, this can be a loaded question. I have actually thought about this many, many times. And of course, quilting always comes up. I would have to sell things other than my quilts since I don't have a machine that I can quilt on. I can't make them fast enough to stock a store. So I guess I would have to sell fabric, too, and not just any fabric. I would sell all the good fabric that none of the quilt shops around here carry. Like Anna Maria Horner, Amy Butler, Kaffe Fasset. Just to name a few :) And you know I could go on and on about fabric, but I won't.
I have no idea where these questions started, but feel free to post them on your blog and leave a comment here so we can all read about you!
Have a great weekend!