Guess what? I was tagged for this fun MeMe! Thank you, Thrifty Living! I look forward to watching your blog and learning how to be more self-sufficient. I’m sure it will be a life long process, considering I don’t even have a vegetable garden yet!
First off, the rules. Let’s get those out of the way! I’m telling you up front that I’m not tagging anyone…. except for you, dear Reader, if you haven’t been tagged. But to make up for not tagging, I’ll give you a bonus thing about me: I hate rules. Unless they’re my rules.
- Link the person that tagged you and post the rules on your blog.
- Share 7 random and/or weird facts about yourself.
- Tag 7 random people at the end of your post and include links.
- Let each person know that theyâ€™ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
It’s really hard to think about things that might be interesting to others….but here’s hoping!
1. My earliest memory takes place in a kitchen. My mom was cooking/baking something and I’m guessing I was 3 or 4 years old. We had a countertop range and for some reason (most likely I wiggled there), I ended up sitting on one of the burners. My legs dangled over the edge and bumped one of the knobs to on….and I felt some heat. It’s not like I got burned or anything…just a little toasty.
2. Also when I was little, I started my own library. My parents had gotten me a name stamp with my name and address on it for some reason (probably because I wanted it) and I used it to stamp inside my books. Then I sealed envelopes closed, cut them in half and glued them in my books. All very odd for one who was so reverent about books, not writing in them or even loaning them to my friends. I made up a sign up sheet and was pissed when nobody signed them out. (I also had a Nature Club, a Hiking Club, a Tree Climbing Club, a Biking Club, a Muscular Dystrophy Carnival…..you get the picture. Since kids actually joined in on these activities, we must have had a very boring neighborhood.)
3. Further proof that we did have a very boring neighborhood…one summer my mom suggested I write letters to famous people to keep me occupied. I did. And got some amazing responses! I had a letter from Dr. Suess, Charles Schultz, Mamie Eisenhower, etc. The big prize was a 3 page hand written letter from Judy Blume!!!! I have no idea what happened to the scrapbook that I kept my letters in. It survived a few moves, then I lost track of it.
4. I am an Ooops Baby. My brother and sister were are 12 and 10 years older than I am. This rocked. I pretty much had attention when I wanted it. They (mostly my brother) also paved the way for any shenanigans I might have pulled by the time I got to high school. It also made me a more advanced child. I say advanced, others might wrongly say precocious. It also made me hipppie-esque. A clean hippie, of course, since I make handmade soap, but with a hippie sensibility. I was enamored with movements like Earth Day, No Nukes, Equal Rights, the Vietnam War….that kind of thing. Which leads me to…….
5. I became a vegetarian because I thought it would help end World Hunger. Over the past 28 years or so, I’ve had several bouts of veganism and one of macrobiotics, but the veganism didn’t stick until this time around.
6. Before becoming vegan, I hated cooking. I mean Hardcore Hated cooking. My philosophy was that I wouldn’t cook anything that took me longer to cook than it would take us to eat. The only exception is if we could get two meals out of it. Not smart, because I hated leftovers, too. The result was a lot of sandwiches, pastas, soups and eating out. Now I love cooking and find myself wanting to cook more often than I can eat.
7. Probably the weirdest thing considering the world as it is, my husband is truly my best friend. We have fun together. Except when he beats me in our nearly nightly Scrabble games. That part isn’t so fun.
Since you’ve stuck with me through all this Me’ness and you now know more about me than you ever wanted to, let me reward you with some wonderful bread. It’s a test recipe for Robin Robertson and it makes the best toast.