1) I don't love chocolate like many women. I can pass it up a million times & if there was no chocolate left in the world I would be ok. Sorry to my PMSing Choco-Loving sisters! If they made a movie about me it would be called Like Water for
3) I cry about 3 times a week, whether it's from a true story of loss I heard about, a touching moment with my family or a movie or book. I was planning to write this morning that I haven't cried since Friday night when we watched Rambo (the awful things they did to the villagers/children) but I forgot about my tearjerking experience reading Anne Brashares' The Last Summer (of you and me) on Sunday. I read it in less than 24 hours, crying all the way. THEN, this morning I was surprised by some tears on my way into work as I listened to what sounded like a sad autobiographical song off of Jason Mraz's new CD. Great CD by the way.....
4) The only fantasy/dream I have connected to my passion for cooking & entertaining would be to own a quaint cafe like this one pictured here. A charming space where I can serve up delicious nibbles along with beer & wine, & make people feel the things that I do when I walk into a place like this: comfort, happiness, guiltless indulgence, strong friendships, exploration & discovery, life dancing on my tongue, beautiful music in the air....
5) I LOVE to grocery shop, & I don't ever look at the prices. If I want it, I get it. Before you hate me, a big reason for that is while the visit is one of necessity, it is also my main luxury. Ya see, I don't ever buy myself shoes or clothes. I own 3 bras - black, white, beige, because that's all I need. Luckily, my husband buys me most of my shoes & some of my clothes (without me around (he's got great taste)) so I don't go around naked. Me? I just love me some gourmet goods.
(This morning, I dropped off the pail with the napkins & Peruvian grilling sauce, to Tammy in an effort to cheer her up. She loves food in pretty packages too & I thought this pail would go great with her adirondack chairs on her patio)
6) I LOVE the family I have. Terry & I talked about having 2 children but once we had Tristan we found ourselves perfectly content. We have the time & resources to do the things we want to & life is just good, so why change it. We're also very lucky to have both of Tristan's grandparents living 25 minutes away, & on the same block!!!!!
7) And for the final thing about me. I am laughing as I write this because I had to email my sister asking if it was true if I almost got kidknapped once or was it a twisted story in my head. After all, I once grew up thinking I went to Mt. Rushmore when in fact there was a place we visited in New Hampshire that had a little Indian statue on the mountain. I get confused.....
Anyway, while my sister confirmed it was true someone walked off with me when we were little but I was retrieved shortly thereafter by my big brother, she suggested a few other things to write about myself. I laughed so hard at her delivery that I just needed to copy & paste her response. I guess this final one has quite a few facts about me.
"I would say almost getting kidnapped is on the list. I can also say these 2 things:
you picked up a baby squirrel thinking he was sooo cute; maybe not so cute when it took a few of us to pry his claws out of your skin/shirt. Tears began to fall from your eyes.
you decided to ride your bicyle on a family day outing with your father and sisters, and really had no clue how to use the brakes yet. Driving a bike downhill, towards perpendicular traffic, when all of a sudden, dear old dad rode past his two older daughters riding on one bike with a banana seat, like lightning, and in the nick of time, grabbed your handle bars before the on coming cars clocked your ass.
Or you can write how in a game of Manhunt, you got scared by someone who jumped out from behind a car, tripping over the concrete walk, busted your chin open, and your older sis carried you up 3 flights of stairs!"
And this is my dearest sister Lauren who shed further light on who I am: