You would think it is pretty easy to come up with 25 random things about yourself, but it really took some thinking. After all, I’ve been blogging for the better part of a decade, what is left to share? It turns out, plenty. In the spirit of the reason I’m taking this course, I dug a little deeper.
- F*ck is my favourite swear bomb. It is heard around my house probably more regularly than I’d like. A few years ago, on a particularly trying day, my kids reacted to my (well deserved) liberal use of the word and made comment which, in response, I declared “F*CK is a verb! Relax.” A comment made in frustration that they enjoy reminding me of, regularly.
- On standard forms I am regularly agitated by the use of SEX Box 1: Male Box 2: Female when the proper question is GENDER. The only answer to SEX is yes – or no, but yes is more fun.
- I am the baby whisperer. Even before I was a mum, I was able to soothe babies. My children were generally quiet and content. My sister had a particularly fussy boy who deprived her of much sleep upon his arrival. Claire and I drove to Virginia and he snuggled in and slept for a few days which gave my sister a chance to recover and regain some sanity so she could return to work after her obscenely short maternity leave. Now I am given children in waiting rooms and airplanes, I have retained my talent.
- Directionally challenged, GPS has saved my life.
- I regret not keeping up my sewing skills (thank you Grade 8 Home Ec class). I used to draw dresses and outfits throughout my teens and early ’20s and would have liked to have pursued that though it wasn’t considered a “proper profession”. In fact, nothing I wanted to do was considered “proper”!
- I’m an “all in” kind of person – sometimes that results in crushed feelings and clutter, but I wouldn’t change it.
- In spite of the fact I dislike cooking, I am a fabulous cook and my kids gobble up just about every experiment presented to them. It is a wonder.
- The summer I turned 8, I went to spend two weeks with my grandparents in Nova Scotia. At the end of my time with them my dad came to take me home. The only thing is, he took me to our new home, in Toronto. I never had a chance to say goodbye to my friends in suburban Cleveland.
- I am a melting pot of auto-immune diseases: asthma, psoriasis, thyroid disease making me vulnerable to a whole host of other fun things. I won the genetic lottery!
- Not only did I schedule my first kiss, I did the same with losing my virginity. Very clinical. Devoid of any romance or feeling – it was all about simply getting it off the table as a topic of discussion or ridicule. Oh to do it all over again!
- I snort when I laugh, really laugh. It turns out to be a family thing. We’ve been teasing Claire for years, but it turns out Cole snorts as well. Clearly nothing has been funny enough yet for Chloé or Caden. I’ll have to work on it over the March Break!
- I regret every word out of my mouth, and physical gesture, when I am a passenger in a vehicle when my kids are driving. I am the WORST PASSENGER EVER no matter who is driving. I’m sure it is my final “control” issue that I just cannot relinquish.
- I didn’t speak until I was two years old. My parents were sure there was something wrong with me. My Grampy? He knew I was fine and told them so. I haven’t shut up since.
- I LOVE being near water – ocean, lake, river – but I’m afraid of being in or on the water. If I cannot see the bottom, I’m not getting in.
- I like information – I do not like gossip.
- My mother told everyone who would listen my birth story – about how I almost killed her – recounted with great fanfare and unveiled malice. Like I did it on purpose (seriously, she presented it that way). My mother has been away for 30+ years and still people mention it. As a result, my kids have no clue how they came into this world and won’t tell them, unless they ask, and even then they might not get the whole story.
- I live in a town affectionately referred to as “the bubble”. When given the opportunity to leave a couple of years ago, the kids and I could have gone anywhere, I chose to stay. Most days I’m glad I did.
- I never wanted to get married. I was that girl who never dreamed of her wedding, of her dress, of her man waiting at the end of the aisle. I always dreamed that I would be a mother to many children. I dreamed of having a partner. I just never combined the two. It was made clear to me that in order for me to have children and maintain the love and support of my family, I was to get married. So I did. If I am to make an apology to my ex-husband, it is for that. Not that he didn’t know, I was always forthcoming and truthful, but I need to apologize that in my heart, though at the time I may have wanted him, I never needed him.
- My home is loaded with books – in family rooms, dens, bedrooms. Everywhere you look there is a collection or pile of books. It makes me feel comfortable, totally at home.
- I graduated high school a year early as Valedictorian and flunked out of University.
- I found out I had no sense of smell in grade 9 science class when the teacher went around the room with a bottle of ammonia – mine was the only head that didn’t knock back. With a look of bafflement, his response, “you’d better get that checked out.
- With a wild abandon, and a bunch of girlfriends, I danced on tables at Wiechec’s Bar in Buffalo to “It’s Raining Men” every week after volleyball all summer through the late ‘80s. I want to remember what it was like to be that girl once again – maybe not on a table, but in my heart!
- I prefer vanilla to chocolate.
- After years of emotional abuse my spirit was broken. As a result it became an automatic response to do exactly what I was told and conformed as a dutiful eldest. Most of my adult decisions have been made based upon what I was told to do. In EVERY instance the advice/demand was wrong and did not work out as intended. Perhaps it is because none of them were made with my highest good as a consideration. I’ve spent the last five years working very hard and have recently divested myself of those destructive habits. The complete absence of my former spouse (from my life and that of our four children) has made the process infinitely more achievable.
- I am allergic to eggs and it stinks. I love eggs. I dream – yes DREAM – of dipping a perfectly buttered toast triangle into a perfectly poached egg. Or a quick swipe of a deviled egg at a summer party buffet. A beautiful egg salad sandwich with all the crusts cut off. Sigh.
I chose the rocks as the featured image above as it is a good representation of all of the stories I have to tell!
For six weeks in March and April, Andrea Scher is hosting Brave Blogging. I was drawn to the course when I read one of the points in why this course was designed: “If you want to be more BRAVE with your voice and share the real deal of your heart.” That is exactly what I’m interested in doing.