Merciful God, You are great in compassion and Your tenderness for us is without measure. We ask You to give us today our daily bread, and also provide for the needs of all of Your hungry children around the world. Through Christ Your Son and Our Lord. Amen.

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

Seven Random Things Meme

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 18
th 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.


Barb, sfo said...

I had to laugh at your #2, since I have been described as a "boy's mom." I think it's good that God gave me 2 boys and 1 girl, because I definitely do better parenting the boys.

annie said...

Barbara, you can always tag me - I have never been "meme'd," and frankly, I'm jealous. Not that I have anything that fascinating to share, mind you.

I also prefer men and boys (although I love my close female friends); I find that my friends who have daughters are involved in these endless dramas about who likes who, who invited who, who is mean...give me football practice any day.

scmom (Barbara) said...

Annie -- You are tagged. I'd love to read seven random things about you!

Anne said...

Thank you, thank you, thank you for this recipe:

I put it in the crockpot this morning before work and asked my hubby to add the potatoes in due time, which he did. And when I came home the smell was just as you described. And I could not wait to eat it, so I didn't. It was delicious.

I froze the broth. Now, what kind of delicious soup can you recommend for this broth?! :o)

scmom (Barbara) said...

Anne, I'm glad you had a good comforting meal tonight!

I would use that broth for vegetable soup or pea or bean soup or any kind of bean dish (red beans and sausage or black beans -- see other bean recipes on my blog). You could use it for any recipe that calls for a vegetable broth, as long as you aren't a vegetarian. And since you ate sausage and green beans, I guess you aren't!

marye said...

LOL! I was wondering when you would do it..I knew you would..the guilt would get you.