It’s 10am and both of my girls are back to sleep. Eden had a rough ROUGH night of emotional turmoil due to annoying symptoms of her cold. Sheesh. You know when Mom’s say that aweful thing to their kids,”I hope you have a daughter just like you and you’ll know how it feels!” My mom NEVER said that to me, but guess what, Eden is a whole lot like me. In fact, when I labored naturally with Josiah for 9 hours my dad was on the phone with my mom and said, “Wait, MY daughter is having a baby with no drugs! MY daughter?” Yeah, so poor Eden, and poor Joel who had to deal with her while I did baby duty. So instead of sleeping (cuz I’m dumb and I enjoy the ticking of the clock alot these days) I’m going to do this meme. Linda’s was so nice to read. I don’t attempt to top her lovely creative writing, but I wanna give this a go. Since I’m 32, here’s 32 things about me:
1. I no longer suffer from crazy irrational fear of my symptoms because God healed me about 9 years ago. It’s wonderful being free, but it’s a battle to stay free.
2. I was born in Latrobe PA, home of Rolling Rock beer. It was the coldest winter in PA on record up to that point.
3. I’m a bicentennial baby and I have the commemorative sterling silver pie server to prove it.
4. I got in trouble in Kindergarten for taking the ends of my super long braids and criss-crossing them under my nose to make a mustache. I made the boy across from me laugh so hard that he got in trouble first.
5. Needless to say, I’m not much of a trouble maker. I’ve “passed on grass” every time.
6. I have a large freckle on the index finger of my right hand. It made wearing rings on that hand very difficult. Back in the good old grunge era when I wore mucho artsy jewelry, I tried to find a large stone ring that would cover my freckle. Never found one. Now I tell my kids that it’s the ring that God gave me.
7. I really have no love for roller coasters, and almost no love for Disney. I say almost because Disney movies save my sanity time and time again. I don’t own that many though.
8. I had my first kiss while Spin Doctors “Pocket full of Kryptonite” was playing. Ewww. I can say that because my first kiss wasn’t my dear husband and I haven’t found that boyfriend on facebook to erase the “eww” memories, or enhance them, either one. ugh.
9. Ever since taking 3 to 4 hour oil painting classes back in the late 90’s my hands have had it in for me. Dry, cracked, and sometimes in need of bandaids/tape to get jobs done in the winter. Being a mom hasn’t helped.
10. My first trip overseas was to Bergen Norway. I flew there by myself and hardly slept. It was too hard to overcome the excitement and the anxiety of what awaited me. Spiritual renewal and the love of my life.
11. About a month later I was engaged to my love, Joel.
12. He proposed after we fought about him riding a motorcycle to Mexico over Christmas break with his friends. He didn’t go. He loves me more than motorcycles.
13. When I got married, two of my bridesmaids were living in a tee-pee in North GA. I think one of them maybe had a phone. Cell phones weren’t everywhere yet.
14. Of these same two bridesmaids (and you know who you are you lurkers) one kept her head shaved all the time. She told me she would grow her hair out for my wedding so my grandma wouldn’t think she was sick.
15. The other bridesmaid asked my permission to have dread-locks. I was very glad she asked, and I told her it was OK. My great aunt asked, “Did she forget to brush her hair?” Hilarious.
16. When I was 16, 17 years old I was in a band. Called the Roustabouts.
17. Two of our reputable restaurant owner friends were also in the band with me.
18. Newsflash: I wasn’t very good at being in a band.
19. When I first started drawing alot I did a lot of my own characters. Most of them were little skater kids with big pants and hats pulled half way down their face. And I had a large chalkboard on the floor of my room as a drawing table.
20. In college, after I finished a large Chuck Close style painting I asked my teacher how much to sell it for. He didn’t tell me outloud he wrote it on a piece of paper. “no less than $500”. I know now that that was a pretty big complement.
21. I still haven’t sold that painting
22. I had “the mouth of a sailor” back in the day and it suprises me over and over that while going thru the pain of childbirth those aren’t the choice words I use. I have usually screamed out to Jesus instead.
23. I’ve hiked up snowy mountains, hitch hiked through parts of Austria and Italy, and ridden a fishing boat from one island to another cuz the ferries were on strike.
24. I haven’t had the flu for a really long time. Maybe since college? God is good.
25. I love thrift stores. I’ve found Dr. Marten purple corduroy boots, many pairs of Birkenstocks that I turned around and sold. Several Baby Bjorn carriers. And enough Chuck Taylors in black and pink to boot up my kids with year after year.
26. I know how to make art but I’m terrible at hanging it. Help Me!
27. I’m not a big fan of long baths. I’ve only taken them when I have a really big tub at a condo that’s going to get cleaned by someone else, or I’m pregnant and having back pain and contractions. The water gets cold, and then I want out.
28. My father and my brother are both professional musicians and worship leaders. My father in law and my brother in law (and his wife) are both doctors. There’s always lingo flying around both sides of family gatherings that I don’t understand. But that’s Ok.
29. My birthday is October 12 and I always feel like it’s a gift from God that the weather changes from yuck to wonderful by my birthday.
30. I would love to know how to sew, knit, crochet, or garden, but I feel I have no creative energy left to learn them. How impatient of me.
31. One of my most favorite things to do is sit at my home, or my good friends home, have a glass of wine/beer/coffee/tea and talk. About everything. And I’m not about being shallow. I want to get into it.
32. I love to sing. My favorite places to sing: church and the car. One of my best car singing moments was when I had my two big kids and the LaRose twins in my van and we were riding back from a trip to the Coolidge fountain. We were listening to Elizabeth Miller’s ‘John the Rabbit’. All the kids were singing the Yes Ma’ams and I was singing the other part. Pure Gold, that’s heavenly.
Thirty two things about me seems not to be that much. I’ve avoided these things for a long time. Hope it’s an adequate read, my girls are still asleep. It’s time to watch some Law and Order with a box of Kleenex and some Earl Grey.