Or not. No promises.
I was nominated for a Sunshine Award by Sarah at More than Enough, Denise at St. Elizabeth Ann Seton Exchange, and Nancy at The Breadbox Letters, so I guess it's time I played along, which means reading random, silly, or boring facts about me. I'll try not to make it look like my driver's license.
I do promise some photos which I scanned this morning using Scanner Pro (h/t Everyday Snapshots)
I share a birthday with my 97-year-old grandma -- June 25. I always loved sharing my birthday with her, but my birthday was actually always shared with more than my grandma because my father's birthday was June 22, my brother's June 23, and my other grandmother's was June 24. Happy Birthdays!
There are two sets of Irish twins in my family, my brother Jeff and I (I am the oldest), and then 15 months later came David and John. Four in four years.
I grew up in Cincinnati in a small three bedroom, one bath, ranch home within walking distance to our Catholic Church and school (of course everything in Cincinnati is within walking distance to a Catholic Church).
love those 1970 outfits? so hip
We moved to Florida when I was 12 and moved back, but to a suburb of Columbus, when I was a senior in high school. We moved in November of my senior year, and whenever I tell people that they gasp as if that's the worst thing that could ever happen, but it wasn't difficult at all, actually. I guess I was lucky. For what it's worth, Florida is not a fun place to live, in my opinion.
We now live in a home that is, as the crow flies, about 1/2 mile from the house we moved to when we moved back to Ohio. My mom lived there for for about 10 years after my father died. I like driving by the house, because it's on the way to just about anything, but I wish I could live there again. It's a southern plantation style home, which sticks out like a sore thumb among the other architecture in our hometown, but I loved living in it. I felt just like Scarlett O'Hara.
remember the 80s?
My husband and I met in journalism school (I may have already told you that) and I was a sorority girl at the time, so we "dated" (visited) in the sorority house living room. We may or may not have been caught kissing a few times.
can you blame me?
We married in the chapel at his all-boys' Catholic school. My son will be married in the same chapel in 17 (and counting down) months.
I'd rather spend an evening in front of the fire, or, in the summer, on the deck, than going to any gala or night out. My husband is the same way. I guess that makes us homebodies. My kids are homebodies, too. I am such a homebody, in fact, I could easily not leave the house for a week or more if given the choice. If only I could get my groceries delivered!
I dress extraordinarily boring. If an article of clothing is comfortable, I will buy it in three colors. I blame Catholic school uniforms. I have recently become very fashionable, however, with scarves, earrings with color, and black suede riding boots. My mother will be so proud!
I like to knit, sew, cook, make rosaries and jewelry, and craft in general. My relatives use to call me Martha Stewart, which I really disliked (and not just because I am not a fan of Martha). I dislike the implication that everything I do is perfect, or that I attempt to make it perfect. I'm not perfect at anything and not very good at a lot of things. I do have one funny memory though, of a boy in college who took one look at the perfect Windsor knot in my skinny neck scarf (remember the 80s?) and asked if there was anything I didn't do perfectly. I didn't mind that he thought I was perfect because he was cute and I wanted him to kiss me, which he did. I wish I could remember his name now (my memory is a vast imperfection).
yours truly during my photojournalism days
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