5QF

Rules for Five Ques­tion Fri­day: Same as always!! Copy and paste the fol­low­ing ques­tions to your blog post, answer them, then go see MamaM, at My Lit­tle Life, and link up. 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 MamaM’s com­mu­nity and offer up your best ques­tion suggestions!)

1. Do you feel guilty spend­ing money on yourself?

YES! It definitely makes me feel guilty even if it is money I rec’d for a birthday or something. I always think what I should have (or could have) done with the money.

2. How well do you know your neighbors?

What would you like to know about my neighbors? I can give you birthdates, likes/dislikes ~ the good, the bad, the ugly! ~ I know it all. You realize I live in the country and my nearest neighbors are all outlaws….er, I mean in-laws, right?

3. What age are you look­ing for­ward to being?

Wait, wait, I think I passed that “age”. Can we go backwards? I wish I had the energy I had at thirty, combined with the contentment and patience I have now.

But, I realize it could be my lack of energy that has mellowed my patience. *Something to think about!*

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

I love checking the mail around the holidays. Because, we hear from family and friends we haven’t heard from in awhile and it gives us a chance to “catch up” with what is going on in their lives. The rest of the year, not so much!

5. What is your ear­li­est child­hood memory?

Really, you’re kidding, right? I have trouble remembering what I cooked for supper last night.

My earliest memory is going fishing, which isn’t surprising, because I learned to crawl in the bottom of a boat. (No, I don’t actually remember learning to crawl.)

I also have some early memories of my first dog, a collie named Queen. It involves my dad trying to ~ uh/huh, correct me. Instead, *Queen to the rescue!* She bit his “swattin’ hand”.

Another time, Queen tore the back pocket of my jeans, pulling me back from the road. No wonder, I remember that dog! She was one smart cookie!

Oh…PIZZA! We had pizza for supper last night.

Thanks, to Beth at A Work In Progress for pointing me toward this meme!

DD#2 and the newest member of the crew are home from the hospital. Thank you for your prayers!

Have a wonderful weekend!

Blessings,

Cheryl