25 Random Things About Me That You Really Don't Need to Know...

I keep getting tagged. By now, some of you should know my life story! This one hit me several times on facebook, so I'll repost it here. Beware: family secrets are about to be unveiled!

The rules: If you read this you have to post 25 Random Things About Yourself Most People Don't Know (or need to know). Then you're supposed to tag everyone you know, including me, so they can do the same thing, and so that I can read your goofy stuff, too. Have fun!



25 Random Things About Me That You Don't Really Need to Know...



1. Ever since I was a child, my favorite colors have been red, white, and blue. The reds and blues can come in shades (as long as they're not orangey or greenish) but the white must be pure white.

2. One of my least favorite animated Disney cartoons is "Snow White." How does she sing so high?? It hurts my throat just listening to her. And who would kiss a dead stranger entombed in glass??? Eww. Creepy.

3. I have very vivid dreams. Consequently sometimes my CHILDREN will tell ME to shut my eyes during a movie! They don't want me running through the house in the middle of the night, trying to escape the bad guys who have invaded my dreams. Again.

4. My mother handmade all of my clothes - including underwear and jackets, but not including socks and shoes - and all of my food (including bread) when I was growing up, besides working a full-time job. She was amazing.

5. My dad was one of my heroes. He loved people. I never doubted his love for me. He led the family in prayer every night before bed. He prayed for me. And his sense of humor was a blast! I miss him immensely.

6. Ever hear the saying that every strong character trait has a down side? My dad's weakness was that he enjoyed visiting with people so much that he'd lose track of time while talking with them. Because of this, we often ate WELL-done Sunday dinners, and he almost made me late for my wedding! We had to rearrange the entire schedule at the last minute!

(PS - I wonder how many people remember that?)

7. Our house was always open to visitors. Some of my favorite childhood memories are of the impromptu jam sessions we'd have in our living room when friends would bring over their musical instruments and we'd all play together. We also always kept out-of-town church visitors (like musical groups or special speakers) at our house overnight, and would stay up till the wee hours of the morning visiting and laughing together. Then Mom would fix a huge southern breakfast for them and we'd all gather for prayer before they left. They all left with smiles and hugs.

8. All of my grandparents came from the south - one from New Orleans, one from Huntsville, AL, and two from the area around Murfreesboro, TN. Both of my parents and my only sibling were born in Washington, DC. I was born in MD. Now I am the only one living north of the Mason-Dixon. *sigh*

9. My best friends during my childhood years were my cousins, partly because they lived with us for a while. I wouldn't trade those memories!

10. I tried to elope with my cousin Scott, but the grandparents heard of it and wouldn't let us. "Cousins can't marry," they told us. "It's illegal. Besides, you don't have permission to cross the street."

11. I despise the taste of Zest soap. Even the smell of it makes me choke. But I learned a very important lesson about not telling lies when I was a very young child!

12. I tasted Zest after my cousin Scott and I had spent our entire nap time decorating my parents' bedroom walls with magazine pictures and glue. When our efforts were not met with the undying gratitude we had anticipated, I told the parents and aunt that it was all his idea and I hadn't had anything to do with it. Right. They didn't believe me, either.

12. Although I did use the mouth-washing form of discipline on my children, I learned on my first try that you don't feel sorry for the poor child afterward and let him wash his mouth out with water. They'll wind up blowing bubbles as they cry, and the sympathy you just showed will evaporate when you can't contain your laughter at the sight. (Sorry, Pete!)

13. Another valuable lesson from childhood was that if you need to get out of the bubble bath to use the "facilities" (since the cousins in the tub with you do NOT appreciate it if you do not make it out in time), you should always dry off thoroughly before using said facility. If you do not dry off first, you will slip right through the toilet seat and end up with your little behind stuck in the toilet. Once you're stuck in this rather uncomfortable - not to say embarrassing - position, helplessly flailing arms and legs over the edge like a strange little octopus fighting to keep from going down the drain, rather than having pity on you and jumping out to rescue you in sympathy, whoever is left in the tub (SCOTT!) will call the entire family (aunt, cousins, siblings, parents) to come view your discomfort with great peals of laughter!

14. I love my cousins anyway. :)

15. I grew up without a TV; consequently I rarely find anything worth watching on it.

16. Some of my favorite summer memories are of family camping trips across the US, or of venturing into DC to listen to the free military band concerts at the steps of the Capitol.

17. I met my husband during a college freshman orientation ice breaker game. All of the girls had to take off their left shoe and throw it into a pile, and the guys had to pick a shoe. Whoever owned the shoe he picked had to be his date for the night, holding hands with him during all of the games. John picked my shoe. Although neither of us was interested in a relationship at that time, we immediately became great friends. (Playing soccer while holding hands with a cute guy is kinda fun!)

18. Although my mother has a room filled with bookcases which are filled with cookbooks, I rarely use a recipe when I cook.

19. Ephesians is my favorite book of the Bible. Or maybe Romans. Hebrews is good, too. And Luke...

20. Words - especially written - are very important to me.

21. I hated grammar in school but aced it anyway. Not sure how that happened.

22. I love to read, but hate most fluffy Christian romance novels. I want something I can sink my teeth into. Consequently, some of my favorite books are Ivanhoe, The Count of Monte Cristo, The Walking Drum by Louis L'Amour (as well as almost anything else he wrote), almost anything by Dee Henderson, and the suspense or mystery books by Davis Bunn. I'm saving Joel Rosenberg's books that I got for Christmas until spring break, when I hopefully will have time to read without putting a book down!

23. Good music is essential to my life. Piano, french horn, cello, and of course all percussion instruments (since I played them), are my favorites to listen to. I still play percussion. The steering wheel is probably my most-played instrument now. (The passengers I have most often have caught on and provide "ching"s for cymbal crashes on cue now!)

24. I am allergic to cats, but have had a dog in the house most of my life.

25. My in-laws have always had cats. Go figure.

An Angry Face and a Happy Cake

Isn't this a great face??? It cracks me up. I ran across it while researching something on the internet and couldn't help but wonder WHAT in the WORLD put this face on this boy.

Maybe he had some great idea for a wonderful project, and it was thwarted.

Maybe he couldn't get his own way.

Maybe he was just really frustrated by the people in his life.

Come to think of it, I can relate!

This has been one of those days. Actually, January has been one of those months! (I really hope this isn't an omen for the coming year!)

Three separate projects I am working on are stalled.

I can't get the things done I want to get done.

And sometimes I get really frustrated by the people in my life!

Do you suppose the boy in the picture felt better after making that face? Maybe it will work for me...

*scrunching face muscles around nose*

*drawing down eyebrows*

*baring lower teeth*

*growling*

...

and cracking up!

Yep, it made me feel better!

For some reason, that reminds me that I need to update you on the wonders of the 5-minute cake recipe from the previous posting. Cake is such a happy thing... provided it's not smothered in store-bought frosting. But something with the recipe just wasn't quite... right. So we analyzed the final product (of course, like in any good test process, this required repeated experiments), researched, tweaked, and adjusted. Here are the results.

First of all, the men in my life hate digging a cake out of a mug. And if you dump it onto a plate, it wobbles there like a brown, rubbery tower of ... well, never mind. But you sure don't want to eat it after that mental image. EWW.

There was also that rubbery issue. I suspected we were cooking the cake at too high power, researched, and confirmed that our microwave does cook at more than the required 1000 watts when on HIGH setting.

Then there's the kind of eggy flavor. What if we only use an egg white, or half an egg? We could make two cakes at a time (baking separately, though, for this trial run), and split one egg between the two.

Time for more experiments! YES!

Cooking the batter in a bowl instead of a mug proved to be a minor adjustment. So did convincing my son we need to use Level 8 instead of Level 10 on the microwave. Splitting an egg was a different matter!

Even Tim knows that you can't split a raw egg in half right out of the shell. So we broke the egg into an extra bowl and beat it up with a fork... but then it came time to pour half of the beaten egg into one cake bowl and half into the other. Don't do this. That little bugger actually developed a life of its own! It was determined to slither entirely into one bowl, and when thwarted, morphed into a slimy space alien creature right out of an old Calvin & Hobbes comic strip, and splashed all over the floor. UGH. Even the dog wasn't happy with that mess.

So - rather than giving up and just using an egg white, we got the brainy idea of beating up a new egg with a fork in the abandoned bowl, then taking a soup spoon and dishing out one spoonful at a time into the two separate cake batter bowls. THAT worked. HA! We beat the egg, We divided, We conquered! Julius Ceasar should be so victorious.

The adjustments really helped. The end result was two fluffy, non-rubbery, non-eggy tasting dome-shaped cakes when dumped out onto a small plate. Nice. I'm thinkin' the boy in the picture needed a piece of it!

But what if you're craving a quick cakey snack but - perish the thought - don't want chocolate? I do have some friends who can get enough chocolate, and although I don't pretend to understand them, I'm willing to try to accommodate their taste preferences. (Leaves more chocolate for me!)

Time to research and experiment some more! (There goes the New Year's diet.)

So here's what we found on the internet. We tried the Peanut Butter Chocolate Cake and found it deeeelicious! The only down side - once you invest the energy into making two of these cakes, you might as well make a whole regular cake and cook it in the regular oven! But that takes some of the fun out of it, don't you think?

We haven't tried the Jello Cake or Spice Cake recipes yet, so if you try them, you'll have to let us know how they turn out.

Peanut Butter and Chocolate 5-Minute Cake

Ingredients
4 Tablespoons all-purpose flour
3 Tablespoons sugar
2 Tablespoons peanut butter (add more if you want)
1/8 Teaspoon baking powder
1 Egg white (or half an egg)
4 Tablespoons milk (or soy milk)
1 Tablespoon vegetable oil (or unsweetened applesauce)
1/4 Teaspoon vanilla extract
1/8 Cup mini semi-sweet chocolate chips
1 Microwave-safe bowl or mug

Instructions
Mix flour, sugar and baking powder
Mix in egg white
Add in milk, peanut butter, oil and vanilla, and mix well
Put in microwave for 2.5 minutes (add 30 sec if necessary) on 1000 watts
Wait until it stops rising and sets in the bowl/mug

Jello 5-Minute Cake

Ingredients
4 Tablespoons all-purpose flour
3 Tablespoons sugar
1 Teaspoon sugar-free jello powder, any flavor
1/8 Teaspoon baking powder
1 Egg white
3 Tablespoons milk (or soy milk)
1 Tablespoon vegetable oil
1 Heaping tablespoon unsweetened applesauce
1/4 Teaspoon vanilla extract
1 Microwave-safe bowl or mug

Instructions
Mix flour, sugar, jello and baking powder
Mix in egg white
Pour in milk, oil, applesauce and vanilla, and mix well
Put in microwave for 2.5 minutes (add 30 sec if necessary) on 1000 watts
Wait until it stops rising and sets in the bowl/mug

Spicy 5-Minute Cake

Ingredients
4 Tablespoons all-purpose flour
3 Tablespoons sugar
2 Teaspoons spice (cinnamon, ginger, whatever you like. Add more/less if you want)
1/8 Teaspoon baking powder
1 Egg white
3 Tablespoons milk (or soy milk)
2 Tablespoons vegetable oil
1/4 Teaspoon vanilla extract
1 Microwave-safe bowl or mug

Instructions
Mix flour, sugar, spice and baking powder
Mix in egg white
Pour in milk, oil and vanilla, and mix well
Put in microwave for 2.5 minutes (add 30 sec if necessary) on 1000 watts
Wait until it stops rising and sets in the bowl/mug


Have fun! And don't forget to let us know your results!

This Week's Second Favorite: The Most Dangerous Cake in the World!

I discovered this week's second favorite yesterday afternoon.

Tim and I had finished our schoolwork, and he decided to make lunch (cheddar-chicken ramen noodles - yum!). We ate together on the couch, discussing the inauguration ceremony. Then when he asked if I wanted anything else, I told him I wanted just a little something sweet and chocolatey. He thought a moment and then jumped up and left the room. I thought he was going to raid his "secret" stash of chocolate candy for me, but he didn't come back for a while, so I went looking for him.

He was running back and forth between the computer and the kitchen, making me a "surprise!"

This is what it turned out to be:

5 MINUTE CHOCOLATE MUG CAKE

1 coffee mug

4 tablespoons flour (that's plain flour, not self-rising)

4 tablespoons sugar

2 tablespoons baking cocoa

1 egg

3 tablespoons milk

3 tablespoons oil

3 tablespoons chocolate chips (optional)

Small splash of vanilla

Add dry ingredients to mug, and mix well.

Add the egg and mix thoroughly.

Pour in the milk and oil and mix well.

Add the chocolate chips (if using) and vanilla, and mix again.

Put your mug in the microwave and cook for 3 minutes at 1000 watts.

The cake will rise over the top of the mug, but don't be alarmed!

Allow to cool a little, and tip out onto a plate if desired.

EAT! (this can serve 2 if you want to share!)

Tim slathered peanut butter over the top, and it melted and drizzled down into the airholes of the cake in ooey-gooey goodness. It was far too rich for one serving, though. He ate the top half, then gave me the rest. It was delicious!

And why is this the most dangerous cake recipe in the world?

Because now we are all only 5 minutes away from chocolate cake at any time of the day or night!

This Week's First Favorite: A Phone Call. A Gem. A Reminder.

Looking back through old blog postings reminded me of the fun I used to have posting weekly "favorites." They gave me something good to look for each week and something to write about while keeping in touch with my friends and family. The former smiles returned as I looked back over these seemingly inconsequential moments of my life.

Vagrant thought: How can any moment that brings a smile be inconsequential?

Somehow in the dry spell I've been traversing, I've lost sight of the wonder of looking for the bright spots. And I've decided it's time to do that again. And guess what! No sooner did I start looking for blessings than I started noticing them everywhere! Amazing how that works.

So the #1 Favorite of this week so far would have to be the unexpected, totally out-of-the-blue long-distance phone call I received this morning. It put a giggle in my voice, a sparkle in my eyes, and a huge grin on my face that has lasted a few hours now. Not so amazing, because that phone call brought me a visit with my old college friend, SueSam, pictured here.

Don't ask about her nickname. It was a college thing. I could explain it, but suffice it to say that it's one of the links that still connects us after 20-some years.

Ask me instead what it is about this particular person that always brings a smile to my face.

Unfortunately, I can't explain that. She's bubbly and funny and serious and thoughtful and kind and outgoing and introspective and a gem in my life.

I have a few such gems, a handful of enduring bright spots in my life, each one harking back to days of long ago, each one more precious to me than any earthly treasure.

They bring to mind the song we often hear during this month - Should old acquaintance be forgot?

No.

No!

A thousand times NO!

I don't do New Year's Resolutions, but if I were to make one this year, it would be to keep in better touch with the gems in my life. For as another song reminds us:

Make new friends, but keep the old... One is silver and the other gold.

Proud to Be an American

Today, as part of our homeschooling, we watched the inauguration ceremony of America's 44th president.

And today I am so proud to be an American.

How do the song lyrics go?

I'm just a flag-waving American,

A citizen I'm really proud to be!

I'm just a flag-waving American,

Liberty-loving, red-white-and-blue variety.

I love to sing --- of Dixie Land! ---

and Yankee Doodle;

I thrill to see Old Glory flying high!

O, I'm just a flag-waving American,

Who believes there's no better land beneath the sky!

Sorry - couldn't lie - we don't sing "The Battle Hymn" in our house. But you can. I'm okay with that... because I am so thankful to be part of this wonderful nation.

The inaugural ceremony never fails to thrill my soul, no matter who I voted for the previous November. The ceremony itself is a symbol of something far greater than any man, more vast than any political party. It represents a belief in the right of man to govern himself, under God, as he sees fit. What an amazing opportunity we have!

The words of another great song run through my head...

While the storm clouds gather far across the sea,

Let us swear allegiance to a land that's free,

Let us all be grateful for a land so fair,

As we raise our voices in a solemn prayer.

God bless America, land that I love;

Stand beside her and guide her

through the night with the light from above.

From the mountains

to the prairies

to the oceans

white with foam,

God bless America, my home, sweet home!

God bless America, my home, sweet home!

I'll save the critique of why songs like this can be sung and prayers can be prayed during a national ceremony - but are barred from public schoolrooms - for a later time. Right now I'm just proud to be an American.

Connections

First of all, happy Robert E. Lee Day! As soon as the kids haul themselves out of bed, we're planning to celebrate with a big pot of cheesy grits. Maybe we'll throw in some diced ham, too.

I wish I could get out of the house today, but my lungs tend to get unhappy with me when I expose them to single-digit temperatures. Since it's only up to three degrees right now, I think I'll hibernate a few more days! But if I could go out, I'd stop at the county library and check out an old book I discovered a few years ago - it's pictured here on my coffee table. See the antique look of it? The cover really is fraying cloth, and the pages smell like they're centuries old. The fact is, what's written on the pages IS over a century old! It's a collection of the letters written by Robert E. Lee, compiled by his son. What a treasure! They reveal who the man really was, as he expresses in his own words his love for his wife and children, his up days and down days, his struggles and his faith. I'd love to curl up with a cup of tea and browse through it today.

For some reason it's been really hard to post lately. Just running through a dry spot, I suppose. I never even got a Christmas letter written this year for the first time in ages! I hate feeling disconnected, but sometimes I wonder what the purpose of writing these things is in the first place... Christmas letters and blog posts seem to run the gamut of either appearing to brag about all the wonderful superlatives in our lives, or to vent all the disappointments. Probably neither one is a true picture; reality is somewhere in between.

Don't get me wrong - I'm not condemning anyone for writing about the highs and lows of their lives. Not at all. I really enjoy reading what my friends have written. I just temporarily - I hope! - misplaced the reason for it in my own life.

So the lack of purpose for writing has been churning in the back of my brain lately, and this morning at o-dark-thirty when I was fixing my hubby's breakfast and lunch-to-go, that lack of purpose collided with the thought of the man our family chooses to celebrate today, Robert E. Lee. I won't say anything derogatory about Martin Luther King, Jr. - he accomplished some good things - but I think if I wanted a hero, Robert E. Lee would be a lot closer to someone I want to emulate. He was staunch in his beliefs, straight as an arrow in his morals, and loving, gentle, and humorous with the people around him. He connected with them.

Even more intriguing is the fact that not only did he connect with the people he touched daily, his writings and example touch people's lives today. Back in the mid-1800s when he wrote something seemingly mundane in a letter to his family, he had no idea that someone like me would be reading it over a hundred and fifty years later, mulling it over, responding to those ancient words...

Personally, I don't expect anyone to be reading my blog musings in a month-and-a-half, much less a century-and-a-half! But it gives a different perspective on connections, doesn't it? What you and I write today or tomorrow may seem insignificant to us, but who knows what person it may touch, what soul it may affect, what life it may bring sorrow or joy to?

I don't know that this thought, in itself, will restore my enthusiasm for blogging... but it's definitely added a different view to it. And for those of you who enjoy connecting with me through my inconsequential postings, thanks for hanging in there with me through the dry spots. Yours are the connections I truly appreciate.