Well, Marye tagged me for this way back. I tried to ignore it, yes I did, but the guilt. So, I stole a few items from my other blog and added a few new things. I know it's not food, but ...
1. I am the oldest in my family with three younger brothers. And since I have three sons and a daughter, I officially had my same family only in reverse, three boys, then a girl. I'm glad I came from a family with boys, so I didn't have culture shock when I had sons. Women who don't have brothers and then have sons have my pity -- big culture shock.
2. This sort of goes with number two -- I love boys. Not in the romantic love way, but in the "I think they are so great" way. I love that boys are straight shooters. You always know just where you stand. No emotional stuff. I guess I'm a guy's girl. I prefer boys to girls. This probably stems from being raised with no sisters. I had no close contact (other than friendships) with other girls until I lived in the sorority house in college. And I found that I don't really like living with other girls. Too much emotion. That's not saying I don't love my daughter, but she's a kind of guy's girl too. She gets them -- she's a chip off the old block.
3. I wanted to be a veterinarian when I was a kid. In fact, when I started college I still wanted that. College chemistry changed my mind. I just couldn't cut it. So I declared Journalism as my major. The I met my husband-to-be in journalism graphics class. The rest is history. My mother should have told me to save the money, get married and have kids, since that's what I ended up doing.
4. I sometimes think I am having an identity crisis. I am German by ancestry, but I think I should have been an Italian southerner in the 18th century (stick with me). I am attracted to all things Italian. I love to hear about the culture, and the people, and the food, and I love to listen to Italians talk about their ancestry. I also love the south. I love listening to southerners talk, I love southern food, and I love the culture. I think the North is boring by comparison. I think I got gypped. I also think I was born in the wrong century. I think I should have been born in the pioneer days. I love the idea of growing your food and making every thing you need to live. It's so practical. I know, that's easy to say when you have a running water, a clothes washer, dishwasher, refrigerator and air conditioning. Pie in the sky.
5. This one kind of goes with #5. I am extremely practical. And when I say extremely, I mean I go right up to the line that goes into "no fun land" and I stop -- right at the line (although my kids still say I'm no fun -- but that's because I'm mom). If something has no real practical purpose, I have no use for it. For this reason, I have very few clothes. Just the basic necessities -- nothing extra. I wear a "uniform" every day. Khaki pants or a skirt and a cotton blouse. I also don't watch TV, except for movies, and then I have to be knitting or quilting or mending clothes or ironing. I cannot just sit. I love to cook, sew, knit, garden, and in general, make what I need to live. I wish I could build a log cabin or something. (Blogging seems to be the only activity that is breaking my rules on practicality. I think it must have a purpose, I just haven't figured it out yet.)
6. I never thought I would home school. Never. In fact, when my aunt began homeschooling about 16 years ago, I actually said out loud (not to her of course) "Who does she think she is? Does she think she knows more than teachers?" Well, I had like a one year old at the time. I had no idea that moms actually do know more than teachers, especially about their own kids.
7. My husband and I are celebrating our 22 year anniversary this month. That makes me feel really old.
And that's pretty random.
I'm not tagging, because I think everyone's already done this one, but if you post, leave a comment and I'll link.
Have a great day.