I am an inefficient square, trying to force myself to roll through chores like a circle. I just recently have begun to take delight in my inefficiency.
it was not for my daughters buying me clothes, cutting and dying my hair and teaching me about make-up, I would look very frumpy.
I HATE scary movies. As soon as the music rises ominously, I start pacing. Once in a movie theatre, at The Lord of the Rings, I jumped and managed to throw quarts of popcorn in a 4? radius all around us.
I have a sadistic streak. The times I have laughed the hardest concern my husband and bathtubs. Once Michael was stuck in a too small bathtub, trying to rinse his hair with a princes shower head without getting any water on the floor. The second hilarious incident was when he was stuck in a cold bath, with his leg sticking straight out in a cask, while I attempted to haul him up! Both times I laughed so hard that I ended up on the floor. My husband did not even smile.landed in people’s hair, on their coats… everywhere. My husband has never let me hold
My athletic skills are dismal. Michael, my athletic husband finally gave up on trying to find a sport to suit me when he realized that the only possible choices were a very gentle game of badminton or crochet but even that was a stretch.
I can’t spell, type, and I am basically just entering the 21st century’s computer world. So what would be the most difficult dream be to fulfill? Why, become a writer and of course this is the path I find myself on.
I love my husband and my 9 kids. I loved play dough, looking for bugs, colouring, reading kids books and making doll houses.
I have a sense of humour. I often laugh in the face of tragedy. It works for me. This was the secret that helped me raise 9 kids.
I was pregnant and nursing, often both, for 18 years without a break but I still have my BBB-Before Babies Body.
I have just started writing after taking 32 years to raise 9 kids and help run a hobby farm. I always have been a story-teller but when i tried to write, I froze. What I managed to force was stilted drivel. But recently, an icy wall has melted and a surge of words rise up from the depths of my being. I barely know what i am going to write when I start. It is an intuitive, right-brained activity where connections, impressions simply fall into place. It is like being swept up in a creative force that has a life of its own. It is a marvelous discovery.