I have very mixed feelings about this subject. I realized after had my own kids, that I am not really a “baby” person. Oh don’t get me wrong, I loved my kids as babies, and though I do frequently consider having another one of my own, I realized that if I’m in the presence of a new mother, I’m not one of those types itching to hold the wee one. Strange to me, because when my boys were “wee”, I was reluctant to share them with anyone, including grandmas or even daddy… I loved my boys as babies, I love em as kids, and I’m soaking up as much as I can of all that is wonderful about children, their curiosity, their passion for life, energy, zeal, innocence…etc. the other thing that is weird, is that I’m actually a children’s pastor, so you think I would be a full out baby/slash kid person, but I'm not. I really just see them as little adult persons that will one day be friends. Maybe that’s why it works...
I love singing. I've always loved it. I don’t remember when I started. I do remember starting voice lessons when I was about 8 and riding my bike from school to her house in the middle of the school day. I loved my first teacher – she was glorious, beautiful in a old Hollywood way, and she had this voice…golly gee I can still hear it in my memory – awe inspiring…and that she believed in little old me…wow. I loved taking the classical stuff – it was so tricky…and loved especially the jazz favourites (these are probably still my favs – think Harry…sigh) I also loved their near relation – music theater and I still imagine myself in each and every one that I see/ hear to this day... I love Glee by the way. It takes me to my happy place, every week. Singing opened all the doors of opportunity in my early days … and then I moved to Niagara... to a gospel style church…sigh…it was fun... but it wasn't the greatest fit for my voice. But it was definitely fun and I was OK with not being the diva – I just loved to sing, still do. Now though, it’s mostly just along to the radio and lullaby's to my boys, but I’m still happy with that.
13. Cheer leading
I was a cheerleader in high school. In Canada in the early 90’s it was not a big deal like it has become today, or like it has always been in the States… but it was a big deal in my town. It was lots of teenage drama. I loved it the cheer leading, not the drama. I loved learning and doing the cheers, doing the routines, wearing the awesome uniform (I promise i will dig up pics eventually)– I had some awesome legs back then…sigh. Anyways, I have no shame in talking about this, I learned a heck of a lot being a cheerleader about leadership, perseverance and kicking. I cried over stupid things as a cheerleader. We had practises at 5 am (that made me cry), and after school (that too)… I was not the best cheerleader on the squad, but I was a very good base – I never dropped one girl, nor do I remember ever shaking when holding a lift… but my timing was sometimes a bit off, and I was self conscious for the first 2 years, I didn't know how to be flirty… I laugh to remember…but I loved it anyway, the pep rally's, the fundraising, the games – now they were fun! both basketball and football. Yep. Proud of it.
14. High School
I enjoyed high school. I was not popular in the pretty girl, or rich or liked to party type way – but I’m pretty sure everyone in my small school knew me, they way we all basically knew everyone else. I was that girl who was in almost every club photo in the yearbook, but not in the geeky way…well maybe I was... but was in denial. I had my own friends and was happy with that. They were mostly from youth group, and mostly went to other schools – so sometimes I was lonely at school, but, I never felt a need to be accepted/pursued by people who I was pretty sure I would not be close to after graduation. Maybe I short changed myself, but I’m OK with that. I really enjoyed all that there was to high school – the activities, the experiences. I also worked a lot at a lot of different jobs, and of course I had to drive my sisters around a lot…I was very very busy in high school, it prepared me for the rest of my life J
15. Bible College/Bridal College
Someone tried to “prophesy” to me before I left for
My momma always told me that some of the friends I made after high-school would be the ones that would become lifers. I definitely am blessed in the friend category. I love me my friends, I've got a very big garden, and it’s loaded up with some of the loveliest friends around. I've got them crazy ones, them serious ones, the passionate, inspiring ones, the ones who make me laugh, the ones who make me cry, the ones who do both, the ones who kick my butt, the ones who are fluffy and silly and I love em that way, the ones who need me, and the ones who never need me, the ones I see all the time and the ones I barely ever see…ever – but we just pick up where we left off, the mommy friends, the sisters, the artists, the dancers.... The ones who challenge me and the ones who teach me…yes I’m blessed among women, and I wouldn't trade a single one of them. My garden is big, it is full, and there’s always room for more J
My mom is amazing. She’s so much more than words could ever say. She introduced me to Jesus. She gave me life, and then introduced me to real life. Then she taught me (and still teaches me) how to live both lives, my earthly life and the one leading to eternity, with authenticity and grace. Sometimes I picture my life as if I’m the pilgrim in Pilgrim’s progress, except in my version, I see her up ahead of me on that road. Every once in awhile she looks back at me and reminds me to “enjoy it” or “watch for that pit over there, it’s a bad one”, “keep dancing, singing, loving, trying…etc” and then she blows me a kiss and goes on about living hers as fully as she can by example… what’s not to love?
19. Not a Beach Person
We went to
20. Valentines Day
I love Valentines Day. The most obvious reason is that it is my birthday. I never minded sharing it with Happy Heart Day. I love all things pink and red. I love chocolate and romantic movies and just everything about it. I loved exchanging valentines in school and well, if you have to share your bday with a special day, that’s the best one. Silly husband learned his lesson while we were dating that there is no such thing as “combining” a Valentine and a Birthday present. Nosireebob! Respect the day, respect love. Happy wife, happy life, right?
My dad was a chef. He was good. Well known in many parts. He was Greek, my mom was not. He was not known for cooking Greek food, mom was. Well, he did BBQ a mean souvlaki. (licking lips now). I love cooking. I don’t always like thinking about what to cook, I love to do it. I love chopping, sizzling, roasting, sniffing, tasting. It’s just mwa! I love making things up. I like cooking things I grew myself in our backyard. I love feeding people. I’m glad I have boys who like to eat. I like experimenting with herbs and spices, especially ones I grew. I especially love making soup. I think that’s my favourite thing to make. I like to imagine myself hosting a TV cooking show once in awhile. I live in my imaginary places a lot. Do you see a common theme? I really am truly content with my reality, I’m not sure why I live in fantasy so much (maybe that’s why I’m so happy? – neuroses, I know…)