get to know you…

You meet a new person, and you ask the normal questions.

“Where do you work?”
“Are you married?”
“Do you have kids?”

But, if you really want to get to know someone, you’ve got to ask deeper questions. I’m not saying ask how regular they are, or whether they floss. I’m just talking about questions that you get an answer to, but also lead you down a deeper, more intensive line of questions.

“If you could meet anyone, dead or alive, who would it be? Why?” 

I think I’d want to meet my great aunt Lizzie. She is my maternal grandfather’s sister. I’ve heard some really cool stories about her as a kid, and apparently she made the best biscuits in the world. We all know how I feel about bread.

“If you won the lottery, what would you do with it?”

I’d tithe first, pay off all my debt, buy a few (ok, 15) acres and build a house, buy a new car, put $100,000 in a college fund for E, and with whatever was left, I’d take care of my family. Pay off my sister’s student loans, buy/build my parents a house, put money aside for Lizzie and Trey’s college, and buy my Mama her Mercedes she’s wanted for a while.

“What did you do as a kid that got you in trouble?”

My mouth. Hands down. I was a sassy little child.
…ok, ok. I’m still sassy. And, yes. It still gets me in trouble. Lord, help me. My child inherited my attitude.

“What story does your family tell about you a lot?”

When I was maybe 7 years old, my family went to Garden City for vacation like we did every year. We went to play putt-putt like we did often. My aunt was recording us on one of those humongous video cameras you had to sit on your shoulder. (We were cool.) It was my turn, and I got a hole-in-one. Everybody went nuts for a few seconds making a big deal out of it like I would totally do for Eli at that age, and my uncle said, “Hey, Em. I bet you can’t do that again.” So, what did Em do? I trotted my happy little tail back to the top of that hill, and I proceeded to get another hole-in-one. They stopped doubting me and my lucky purple Keds that day. 🙂

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