Here we go. First -
1. When I was younger, I was quite creative with the crafty things. My mother used to say I was more patient than she was, that she could never do those tedious little things (crewel embroidery, calligraphy, pen/ink drawings). And yet she crocheted lace doilies, sewed many of our clothes, and made beautiful afghans. Now I'm the impatient one. Maybe it comes with motherhood? I rarely do any of that stuff anymore.
1. Link to the person that tagged you (that's me!).
2. Post the rules on your blog.
3. Write six random things about you in your blog post.
4. Tag six people in your post.
5. Let each person know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
6. Let the tagger know your entry is up.
2. I used to be quite a good piano player. I played in the school jazz band (though I wasn't good enough for our band director's taste...I had no competition for the job) and was recorded (on album) doing an accompaniment with my high school chorus (of which I was a member - second soprano) on "Make Me an Instrument of Thy Peace." I gave up the piano a few years back, but I'm considering taking it up again.
3. This probably isn't a huge secret, and it's probably not all that unique; I hate to clean. I mean, I like a clean house, but I've developed a real aversion to the heavy cleaning that is required to keep a house in order, probably because I am allergic to all kinds of things and because I nearly always hurt my back or neck when I have to scrub the tub or something. Therefore, hubby gets stuck with those chores a lot. I do the other cleaning but I H-A-T-E it! The only thing that makes it tolerable is if I put on some loud music while doing it.
4. I miss wearing high heels, and I'm jealous of women who can wear them. I used to wear them to school and anywhere that I could. I hated wearing flat, sensible shoes when working in restaurants or movie theaters, but now that's all I can wear. The ball of my foot can't take the pressure when I stand up in high heels. Of course, my dear hubby thinks heels aren't to be worn out of the house. ;-)
5. I had myself a slow, thorough meltdown after my mom died in early 2006. I can scarcely believe it now, what happened with my life, but it's true. I have been in therapy since two months after her death. I didn't think that it affected me all that much, but now that I'm coming out the other end of the tunnel, I can see how dark it was inside.
6. I wanted a third child but didn't have one. I could never quite make up my mind whether to go for it or not. We have had money struggles, have moved around a lot, and have trouble making decisions like those. We were afraid, I think, of rocking the boat, because when we were talking about having another child, our daughter was hitting the point at when she was really acting out--just a precursor to what was to come. In hindsight, we made the right decision, but I still wonder, what if?
I hereby tag:
- Not Afraid to Use It - because I want to know her even better
- Coal Miner's Granddaughter - because I suspect there are some things just under the surface that I want to know
- Who--ButWhoIsnt - because he will need something to do between coats of paint in my office!
- Patrick over at A Razor's Edge - because you should all get to know him.
- Daryl over at Out & About in NYC - the mysterious, silver-haired diva!