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1.) What is your life’s anthem? You know…that song that is ALWAYS in your head. The one you’d go to sing first if someone told you to sing a song right NOW. What is it and what does it mean to you?
(inspired by Tattooed Minivan Mom)
2.) We love telemarketers don’t we!?! Describe a memorable experience you had with one.
(inspired by Literal Dan
3.) How much does focusing on weight affect your daily life?
(inspired by Musings Of A Blond Mom)
4.) Describe in what ways you expect too much from your significant other. Do they deserve an apology?
(inspired by Carty Party Of Three)
5.) List ten things that make you HAPPY.
(inspired by our irritation at our own complaining from last weeks “Sick Of” posts.)
6.) Ok I was going to end it with five, but Laina just got out of bed as I was finishing this post and I SWEAR she is sleep walking. It’s creepy. I keep asking her what she is doing and she’s staring at me…but not directly at me…kind of just a centimeter to the left of my head. I KNEW she was a sleep walker. I just knew it. SO! Share a sleep walking story of your own!!
(inspired by my scary four year old)
Oddly enough I’m most inspired by number six this week. I knew if it ever made it past five questions I would so be all over number six. JK. I actually have a problem with talking to people in my sleep. It started when I was eight. I used to have terrible ear aches and about third grade they were getting worse. We discovered that I was allergic to milk, chocolate and caffeine. I had to have an operation for tubes in my ears and take medicine every six hours. So we decided on midnight, noon and both sixes. Which meant that my mom had to wake me at midnight every night. It got so that I would appear to wake up, my eyes would be open and everything, walk out and take medicine and then return to bed. However, I would not remember any of it. My mom would even talk to me and I would answer but I was still asleep. I would get up in the morning and be all mad that she forgot to wake me and give me my medicine. This apparently started something in my life. In college, I had a friend call me at 3 a.m. and we (supposedly) talked for over an hour and I agreed to pick him up the next day for work. He calls me the next day wondering where I was and I had no memory of the conversation. I was asleep the entire time.
The funniest time that it happened was while I was living at the sorority house. We had an alarm system and girls would come in drunk and forget how to turn it off all the time. So it was always going off. Well, one night it went off and another sister headed downstairs to tell off whoever it was when she ran into an actually intruder who took off back out the door. So she left the alarm going off and shouted for everyone else. They were all huddled in the house mom’s room when the cops showed up to search the house for further intruders. The cop walked into my room and turned the light on. (This next part is retold from the cop.) I sat up in bed and looked at him. He said, “Sorry ma’am we are looking for an intruder which is why the alarm went off.” I said, “ok.” and laid back down and went right back to sleep. The cop reported this to everyone else huddled in mom’s room. The next morning when I came down for breakfast I said, “I had the funniest dream last night that there was a WU (Short for Wichita State) Cop in my room.” Everyone else was laughing at me. “It wasn’t a dream. We were broken into last night and the alarm was going off forever.” I don’t remember any of it except a vision of a WU cop in my room.
My hubby reports to having several late night conversations with me that I do not recall. He says it is his way of making sure that I’m not cheating. I would tell on myself. I guess it is a good thing I’m not trying to hide anything from him since he would be able to find out by just asking me after midnight.