Oh good golly, TGIF. And a Friday kicking off a long weekend before a very big week of starting school! Fall is coming and I am (nearly) ready.
I love the randomness of the questions this week… who doesn’t want to know how I eat a taco? [If you are raising your hand you are probably reading the wrong blog because this here blog is just that kind of random, with occasional meaningful insights.]
1. What do you enjoy doing the most with your spouse?
We’re going to ignore the obvious, blue humor answer on that one. Just not going to go there. But, when we get to have time together, just the two of us for DATE nights, we like going out to eat, watching movies and listening to live music (though we don’t always share the same tastes, thankfully we have friends to go see AC/DC and Sara Bareilles with each of us).
2. How do you eat your taco? From the top or from the side?
I start at the side and work my way across, biting where there’s a narrow piece each time. Funnily… this question has inspired me to make my fave carnitas style beef tacos, a recipe I first found on The Pioneer Woman… get thee some chuck roast and make them yourselves!
3. Have you ever shut off the basement light and ran like a fool because you knew someone was down there and would get you?
I have done this many times, much more often when I was younger. The house I grew up in (where my parents still live) is all windows across the front where the living room is and when I was younger, my mom just had sheers hanging in the windows so when it was nighttime and the lights were on in the house, you are on display to the outside world. This didn’t bother me, but when I turned the lights off to go upstairs for bed, I would often drop to the floor and sneak over to the stairs or fun like mad… not really thinking it was much harder for people to see me once the lights were off.
4. If you could change one thing about you what would it be and why?
I procrastinate. I’m a procrastinator. It’s only gotten worse as I’ve gotten older, I think because I’m the one in control of my life rather than having my parents influence, or teachers and professors having expectations. I wish I wasn’t that way, or that there was a pill I could take to make it go away. Any tips for dealing with this? I’d welcome them! I already make lists, I love lists… I just still procrastinate.
5. What age do you think is appropriate to have the “bird and the bees” talk with your children?
I will be open and willing to have the talk (or talks) with them whenever they are asking the questions but for sure by 4th/5th grade. I’d much rather have them hear things from Simon and I than get mis-information from the kids at school (though I also hope they aren’t the ones spreading information to their fellow students once we talk about it). But I prefer to be open and honest with them about things so the lack of information doesn’t gain a power of its own. The only reason words like vagina, penis and testicles (hello search engines and sketchy key word searchers) are taboo is because we let them be – but they are just body parts, albeit private ones, and sex is a natural thing that happens between two people (Dear Children: Preferably, for our family, between two married adults who can bare the consequences of having sex… you are not ready for children at 16, trust me and your dad on this one. And don’t be stupid enough to think that accidents don’t and can’t happen, I know plenty of people who weren’t trying to get pregnant and did. Love you, Mom)
Linking up with Mama M for Five Question Friday.
Fellow procrastinator here. I always thought I worked better under the pressure of an impending deadline. Really it’s just stressful to be a procrastinator.
Yes, which confuses me further why I do that to myself.
Oh goodness! I totally forgot about my horrible ability to procrastinate too! Grrrr….once you figure out the “cure” let me know, ok? Cause then….perhaps I’ll get around to eventually correcting it. 🙂 Or perhaps that’s just one of the reasons why we’re such good friends. 🙂
I also love your aside letters….to sketchy searchers and to the boys. You’re fun.