You leave a random comment here, and Iâ€™ll ask you 5 questions.
The Rules of the Meme:
1. Leave me a comment saying anything random, like [the food you hate most in all the world]. Something random. Whatever you like.
2. I respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better.
3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and offer to ask someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be asked, you will ask them five questions.
My So-Called Homeschool is supposed to be asking me five questions. You should ask her about the kiddos and pickles, it’s a cute story.
But unlike her, I love memes. So I decided I’d look up questions on the internet and ask myself them while I’m waiting for hers. I am putting in beginnings and taking the first question that could apply to me.
I put in “What is the first” and got the question:
What is the first thing you would save from your room in case of a fire?
I would save my husband first. Assuming the boys weren’t home, I’d probably grab our handguns after that. There’s nothing else portable in my room that is important enough to risk flames for.
Hmm. This might not be such a great idea. I put in “Why would you” and got the question:
Why would you kill someone?
I would kill someone if that were the only way to stop them from hurting my family, other children, or killing me. If I were a soldier, I would kill someone whose job was to kill me. Other than that, I don’t think I would.
I put in “When did you first” and got
When did you first have the “kid conversation”?
I had to read a little bit to figure out that meant whether or not you were going to have kids. R and I discussed it within three months of meeting. Of course, we married within four months, so that’s not that impressive.
I put in “when have you ever” and got the question
When have you ever said anything intelligent?
I usually say intelligent things. What a nerve to ask me that question! Oh wait, no one asked me that. Well, still. They asked someone.
What makes something intelligent? That the question used big words? The epistemic valuing achieves postmodern heights in this book. No, I made that up.
If I can speak, I am already being intelligent. If you understand me, I am saying something intelligent. But my guess is that the author meant when do you say things I agree with. With an attitude like his, I hope my answer would be not very often.
My next question piece was “where would you go” and I got
Where would you go with 100,000 bonus miles?
I’ve always wanted to go to New Zealand and Australia. I’d want to take R and the boys. Is 100,000 bonus miles enough for that?
If not, we’d all go to NC to see our friends.
Drats. I’m up to my five questions already. But if you want to say something random in the comments, I’ll come up with questions for you, too.
And I’ll repost that offer when I get my questions. (And, yeah, you won’t get them in less than 24 hours either. She’s not slow. I’m just chomping at the bit.)