Today I am responding (belatedly) to the lovely gift of Art House Design, who was sweet enough to pass me the Honest Scrap award.
My assignment was to reveal 10 things about myself. And, I have to admit, this month I am so overtaxed that it's hard for me to even think of ONE thing about myself...Also, I have shared so much over the years on my other blog that it seems extremely self-indulgent to reiterate. Therefore, I give you here a random selection of entirely useless trivia:
1. I have French, Dutch, Spanish, Indian, and Persian blood running in my veins (and probably a few other things that I don't know about).
2. There was a time that I thought I'd never be able to live for more than two years at a time in a single location, and it still amazes me that I am now the owner and inhabitant of an actual house, with a back yard, an apple tree, and a play structure. I have never owned the comfort zone of a hometown - that which, for some people, is the ultimate grounding factor. For the bulk of my life, I've felt most "at home" on the road.
3. I drink espresso and bear a strong grudge against latte (with apologies to all latte drinkers - it's just me. I like my coffee, much like my whiskey, neat).
4. I really enjoy sleeping in the desert.
5. I wear socks to bed.
6. I believe fervently in the power of positive thought on one's life, physically, metaphysically, spiritually, emotionally, subconsciously, practically...whatever you've got. This conviction served me well when I had cancer at the age of 29, and if I believed it before that, I have believed it even more firmly since.
7. ...HOWEVER, I'm a lone wolf. An introvert. I will stop short of misanthropic, because I think I usually manage to rise above that designation, if only just barely. I work better on my own, and need a lot of solitary time. I can go for days camping or road tripping alone with no human contact outside of gas stations and convenience stores, and that kind of solitude is most likely the most difficult thing I have had to give up by becoming a wife and a mother. Fortunately, my husband understands and is independent in his own right (and my daughter is a rockstar), so it works out for us.
8. Although I have been forced to watch Curious George (the movie) at least four times a week for the past two months, I have to admit that I enjoy it. I enjoy it a lot. In fact, I might be even just sliiiiiiiiiiightly more addicted to Curious George than my two-year-old daughter.
9. I never believed I'd have any sort of desire to have children. When I finally did (rather late in the game) adoption was my first choice.
10. I drive a station wagon. An AWD station wagon, granted, with a stick shift (I object to automatic the way I object to latte), a roof rack and hardcore rubber floors. But a station wagon nonetheless. If I were single, childless, and had any sort of mechanical skills (I am not, I am not, and I most definitively don't) I'd drive a jeep, one of those old-school, three-speed, canvas-topped ones like my dad had when I was a kid. Sigh.
I pass on the Honest Scrap award to:
- Lupus in Flight
- Passage Paradis
- Capers and Olives
- Caramel Caramelo
- Muguet Everyday
- Wu Feng Road
That said, I know that many of my friends are very private, and prefer not to share much of themselves publicly. So, take it as a compliment, not as a mandate, my friends! OX - M.