Five Things About me . . .

It's Thursday and we know what that means.  It's time for another "Five Things About Me Post!"   Hoping that you aren't bored with these posts yet!  I am still enjoying doing them.   This photograph is one of me taken when I was about 2 years old.   I think my mom was pregnant with my sister at the time.  We were living in Germany at the time.  This morning I have been looking at this photograph and I can see my mother's love for me on her face.   It makes me smile in my heart.  What would I tell my two year old self if I could down through the eons of time??  I think I would tell her that she  was loved beyond measure and could do anything that she set her mind and heart to do.



(I am about six months old in this photo)

Although I was brought up a Baptist and have always had a deep faith in my Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ, it was not until about 15 years ago that I realized how very much I truly mattered to them or how much I was worth, or even the potential which I had.   I often wish I had come to this knowledge a lot sooner in life.  Had I done so, who knows what I could have achieved.  I would certainly have had a very different life.  But, I am also a believer in "a purpose" to all things and so I think this is the life I was meant to live and I am grateful for all my journey because it's the bumps and lumps which have helped to make me, "me".   And . . .  I like me.


(my sister and I circa 1960.  She would be 3 and I, 6)

My sister and I were talking yesterday and we realized that we both like telling people how to do things.   We should have been teachers   It's not because we are know it alls.  It comes from that place in us, that desire . . .  to want to help others.  If we know a better way of doing something, we can't help sharing it!  It is not meant as a criticism, although I am sure that there are times when it may come across as such.   Our motives are pure however.   Knowing that is the case often doesn't help however.  Just ask Todd when I am telling advising him how to drive.  I know he just wants to stop the car many times and invite me to sit in the driver's seat.  Thankfully he is a very patient man!



I love to sing although I am surely not the best singer.   I sing when I am in the shower and I think nobody is listening.   I sing when I am alone in the house.   I like to sing if I am alone in a cathedral or theatre because I think it sounds awesome. I would love to sing in a choir, but I don't think I am good enough.   My father used to like me to sing the Carpenter's songs to him when I was a teenager.   I think he thought I was a good singer, and I probably was back then.   I had my children convinced once that I was really Kathy Mattea the country singer, but had stopped because I wanted to take care of them instead of have a career.  So I guess I must have been a good singer when I was younger.   I don't think a person's voice ages well however.  Or at least mine hasn't.



I love dancing.  I have always loved dancing.   I can remember trying to teach myself how to tap dance when I was a girl.  My mother had a book which was a dance instruction book.  I spent hours memorizing the steps or what I thought were the steps.   Toe-heel-tap.   Toe-heel-tap.  I would have loved to take ballet or tap dancing lessons, but my parents never had the money.  I did take ball room dancing as an adult and I tried to learn how to do line dancing via video lessons.   Todd and I also tried to learn how to so American Swing via dvd's a few years back, but Todd has two left feet and our lounge has always been a bit too small.  With my osteo now, my real dancing days are pretty much over, but I still like to sway to the music.  ☺



I may come across as being bold and brash, but I am actually very shy in real life.   I am not as bad as I used to be.   I have a lot more confidence now.  I wasn't always shy.   I used to be a bit of a leader until I got to be about 9 or 10 years old.   That's when puberty hit and I started to lose confidence in myself, and then in junior high school, I lost even more.   Being shy and reticent I believe made me a target for bullying and very vulnerable.  It stifled my ability to become the best that I could become.  It prevented me from enjoying my life to it's fullest.   I am not so shy or reticent anymore, although I am still not comfortable in crowds and I still struggle with making my mind known.  Yes, I am that person who, in a restaurant, tells the waiter everything is fine with my meal, although it is not.  I will willingly accept second best, and kick my arse afterwards.  But I am also kind and generous and willing to help anybody.  So I guess I would rather be those things than bold and brash.



 Bonus thing. I am a child at heart and love watching Children's programming.  I love, LOVE . . .  The Big Comfy Couch, and Rollie Pollie Ollie, and . . .  yes, even Noddy.


 And that's it for this time.  You probably already knew most of those things anyways, especially if you have been reading me for a while. 

A thought to carry with you through today  . . .

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"To thrive in life you need three bones.
A wish bone.
A back bone.
And a Funny bone."
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Cooking in The English Kitchen today  . . .  Escalloped Rice with Cheese.

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Have a fabulous Thursday!

PS - Mitzie is back to her old self this morning.  Thank goodness.  Thanks for all the happy thoughts and prayers!