I love a good blog meme and I stumbled across this one.
1. Who was the last person who entered your life and was just what you needed?
A kind nurse yesterday at the oral surgeon. I was FREAKING out and she was patient with me, and reassured me.
2. What is one of your fondest childhood memories?
My dad pushing us kids on this giant swing he had made for us in a big walnut tree in our back yard. I remember going so high that he would have to jump up to push us. Also going for long bike rides in our neighborhood with my dad. He worked extremely long hours when we were kids and any special time we got with him was a treat.
3. What would you like to be doing in 7 years?
I would love to be mothering more children. Ideally I would be married and have more of my own biological children, but if not, I would could see myself doing foster care or maybe even adopting one. Who knows? I enjoy being a teacher and that is a huge part of who I am, but I was
born to be a mother.
4. Tell us about a blogging pet peeve.
The only thing that comes to mind right away is when people have music on their blogs that starts right away. That would be annoying enough by itself but then when the player is hidden somewhere down at the bottom of the blog and you have to search for it to turn the music off. I also dislike patterned backgrounds behind the text. Too hard to read.
5. Tell us about a general pet peeve.
Well besides
this one I shared the other day.... I would have to say cell phone ettiquette. We are all guilty from time to time of course. But the bottom line is it's rude. Texting during movies in the theater is rude. Texting when you are at the dinner table is rude. Texting on a date is rude. Texting during a meeting is rude (especially when there are parents present, come on unnamed colleagues/supervisors!). There was a pretty extreme example in the local news the other day (after a bullied student in a neighboring school district killed himself, parents attended a school board meeting to voice their concerns and the school board members were texting during people's tearful and outraged comments. Here's a
link)
6. For one day, who would you like to trade places with?
Hmm, I would like to be a guy for a day I think. Just to get that opposite perspective. (Just for a day though, not for forever. I'm very happy being a girl!)
7. Where is your least favorite place to be?
Oh gosh: the DMV, my old dentist where they used this super painful waterpic thingy to clean your teeth, a meeting with an angry parent, the zoo on a hot day, Chuck E Cheese on a rainy Saturday, anywhere where I am forced to breathe cigarette smoke...
8. What do you like about fall?
Everything! I love fall wardrobe staples - sweaters, boots, tights, scarves. I love back to school excitement and school supplies. I love decorating my house for fall. I love pumpkins and gourds. I love roadside farm stands, especially the ones near my parents house with little barefoot Amish kids running around. My birthday is in the fall. I love Thanksgiving. I love that I live in a place where I am surrounded with breathtaking beauty as the trees change colors. I love bonfires. I love a cool, crisp feeling in the air.
9. If you or someone you know are chronically late, do you believe it's the result of poor planning or choosing to be late?
Oh gosh, I don't think I am chronically late, but I am definitely not chronically on time either. For me it is often the result of poor planning. Even though Isaac is five, I still sometimes underestimate the fact that it can take so long to get out the door. When it is just me going somewhere I can be ready to leave the house in no time, but when we are going together there is (sometimes) a long process of convincing Isaac to go period, locating lost shoes and missing socks, arguing about whether or not a jacket is needed, etc. If I am meeting someone and I am running late, I always call or text them to let them know too.
As for others, I don't know. I have a girlfriend who is chronically late (like, almost always showed up a half hour late whenever we were meeting up) and it would make me SO ANGRY. She rarely called to let you know she was running late and it is just known among our circle of friends that if you want this girl to show up on time, you better tell her it begins a half hour earlier than it really does. It really started to affect our friendship because I began to feel that she felt her time was more important than mine was.
Anyways, I am off to get ready for some shopping and a nice family dinner. Enjoy your weekend!
It's the only picture I can find, but that bag. It's a roomy slouchy over the shoulder kind of purse that my sister brought back from Ghana and I LOVE it. (the adorable baby in this picture is one of my favorite kiddos too).
