|Yep. Even dress up to|
2) I'm a total sucker for religious art of any kind and will spend way too much to rescue found treasures. I can barely even dicker someone down over them; it seems somehow disloyal to the sancta in the image not to just give whatever is asked. (Weird, I know, especially since I'm usually an obnoxious bargainer...) Anyway, I'm not saying how much I spent for this rustic beauty on our antiquing trek last weekend... But don't ya love it?
|Needs some touching up, but there's a place for a votive candle and holy water,|
and a little slot for a crucifix behind the holy water. I'm gonna have to see if
Dominic will carve me a crucifix...
4) Even though I have been homeschooling my children for more than twenty years and have taught Math up to the point where they hit Algebra, I'm not actually sure I could get a long division problem right without looking at the answers in the teachers' edition. Sad, yes, but true.
5) I take advantage of every opportunity not to cook. The culinary love has completely deserted my heart,
|Chef Anna and Chef Cathy|
You know what I said, right?
6) I'm a closet slob. No, I mean, actually a *closet* slob. I keep my room clean; I do my level best to keep my house clean, in general; I even try to keep the yard and porch presentable. But my closet? It's a mess! I don't know why I have this problem with hanging things up... I expect there's some deep psychological meaning behind it. Or not. I'm debating right now, in fact, having brought this up, whether I should be cleaning up my closet or blogging. Guess which idea is winning?
7) I love beer. The darker and stronger the better. I expect most folks know that about me by now. Guinness and I are particularly fond friends -- though we only meet every once in a blue moon. I've come to terms with the notion that this is not a particularly cultured or ladylike taste preference... but, I have to tell ya (and here's the guilty admission) it was a freeing moment for me -- spiritually -- (No, really!) to accept that I could never be a wine connoisseur, that my tastes are not refined, that I am a plain ole' middle-class, run of the mill beer drinker. It was a moment of divine humility to realize it -- and when I finally did realize it, I declare the restricting chains of high falutin' expectations for myself clattered down around me -- and I lifted my (figurative) arms to the heavens in a happy dance of freedom.
|For better or worse, it seems to be a genetic thing...|
Thank God in Heaven I was free at last!
I could jubilantly admit that I like -- no, I love -- coffee and beer, not tea and wine! No upper crust libations for this girl! Hallelujah! And no worries about it at all! The truth is I find I have more in common with the beer drinking folks usually, anyway; we laugh at the same jokes and put our feet up on coffee tables, God help us. And I'm smiling as I type out the fact of it. I'd rather be a joyful beer drinker than an unhappy wine sipper. Someday, when my spiritual shadow darkens the threshold of the pearly gates (I'm hoping!), I will happily join the saints in the corner singing Irish drinking songs -- with my feet up on the coffee table. And I will toast y'all heavenly wine sippers at the tea table in middle of the room.
Run over to Jennifer's blog, Conversion Diary, for lots of links to lots of Quick Takes!