Shipley has hit honoured me with a blogging baton award. Ms. Ship has a great blog herself where she often tells hilarious family tales and shares pictures of her gorgeous baby (who I am desperate to meet before she goes off to college). Honest Scrap is blogger pat on the back by a peer or quite possibly it is the “friendship cake” of the blogosphere. And I have given out my share of friendship cakes, let me tell you.
Now I get to share with you ten things you may not know about me, and nominate some other bloggers who I lurk, who will in turn do the same.
1. I hate math. I like making the numbers “work out” on our tax returns, but I can’t stand fractions, or any calculation of any kind at all. I mean, I have a full body aversion to math. When sewing, I use my fingers as rulers. Thankfully, my mother loves numbers and will be The Math Teacher when the time comes for our to-be-homeschooled kids.
2. One of my personal goals for 2010 is to feel like a sexy babe, at least once a week. Most of the time I just feel like an exhausted, food encrusted, smelly and genderless heap. My cause would be helped if I could just stop the dog from eating my underpants (seriously, he must high jump into the laundry basket and has been known to pull them THROUGH the wicker). Perhaps I should just go without underpants all together. Will contemplate this.
3. I love haggis.
4. Simon Smith and His Dancing Bear gets my rump shaking every time.
5. By the end of 2010 I am determined to be able to chop kindling without immediate risk of axe-in-shin. This will require practice, because every time I do it right now, I nearly put the hatchet in my leg. And it’s a pretty long drive to the hospital.
6. I am never prepared for our baby chicks. It’s always a scramble. (Ha… ha…. ha.) They are ordered months in advance, but they never have a good place to go and always wind up in the garage, or worse (the house). NOT THIS YEAR, fuzzballs. You’re not setting even one little dragon-esque foot into my abode, NO WAY, NO HOW.
7. The book on my bedside table is presently Hemingway.
8. Working very hard on compliance without bribery or threats. Very. VERY. Hard.
9. The kids favourite finger puppets are Nietzsche, Plato, Picasso, Frida Khalo and Virgina Woolf. This has lead to many pause-before-answering questions like “what’s a mistress, Mommy?” and “she drowned herself in the river on purpose?” Thank you, Aunty Julia.
10. We eat between 3-4 kilos of apples every week.
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I am now passing on the baton to:
Lisa at Thimbleberry Kitschen. Her blog is full of beautiful little crafts, yummy food and heck, she’s a Kincardinite. Doesn’t get much sweeter.
Gillian at TypeAlice. PowerMama. Quick as a whip, that one. And she has such a pleasant parenting tone, making her a parent I look up to.
Caitlin at CaitlinJane. Arty and hilarious. So close, and yet so far away. I want her to live next door, badly.
Sara at Farmama. Her grace is glorious, her projects adorable. Absolutely an inspiration.
You like haggis? I don’t think I have ever heard someone seriously say that phrase. I can’t even stand the smell.
Oh no not haggis! My dad loves it. As soon as I read haggis I could smell it and I was taken back to my childhood! I like the neeps and tatties that go with it. And of course a dram of whiskey hehehe.
seriously!?! thank you!!! love it! I am honoured! I will have to think up 10 things about myself now – yikes! thanks for the love!
Haggis is just like a spicy sausage! I guess if you don’t like sausage, you wouldn’t like haggis. Though maybe some sausage lovers don’t like haggis? I think it’s quite similar.
I don’t just like it, I LOVE haggis, really. Especially with neeps and tatties. Robby Burns Night is a big tradition around here, Scott usually does the address to the haggis at a local pub, in full kilted regalia.
Nothing but love, Lisa! xx
haggis rocks! and yes it is just a giant football of a sausage! poor poor haggis – the ugly duckling of sausages! (but really a swan!) Marlena won a haggis at one of the Robbie Burns that Annie danced at! Cha-ching!
If we can help with the chicken abode in anyway – let us know! It’s the least we can do!
You know, they now make vegetarian haggis, which I think is a bit weird. Because nothing tastes like haggis at all. Nothing smells like it. (But I would be the kind of vegetarian that wouldn’t want to eat reminders of meaty things, like vegetarian bacon etc).
Have you ever had Scrapple? Thats supposed to be a bit like haggis by all accounts as its made of offal and, and someone told me it that the Amish (is that incorrect to refer to Amish people as the Amish or do I sound super ignorant?) like it.
Nope, Amish are Amish.
I don’t particularly get vegetarian versions of meat, but that’s just me.
I don’t think any Amish here like it, but I would assume Amish in PA eat Scrapple, it’s pretty unheard of in Canada isn’t it? I’ve eaten Scrapple when in the States (on a dare), it was pretty disgusting, like meat toast. Or something. I wasn’t a fan. Haha.
Yeah I was going to say it looked like a nasty meatloaf when I saw it. I’d not touch it, not even as a dare you brave women! But I figured I’d mention it in case you hadn’t tried it as in my head I figured it was stones throw from haggis and there were Amish near you! I just had to look up Scrapple on wikipedia (and Amish, and the entry for the latter looks like it’s been hacked a bit) and someone wrote it would technically be the first pork product of America. So its gross AND old! It just looked so dense as well. Like if you threw it at someone it would really hurt. I’m pretty sure you’d not injure someone throwing a haggis at them.
Scrapple is definitely a thing that is enjoyed in Pennsylvania. But not by me.
Thanks, Ashley. I will ponder 10 things that no one (or not many) know about me…
Don’t go without underpants. The dog will just chew the crotch out of your pants.
Thanks. I don’t really mean that.
But my list is up.
I can completely relate to your hatred of maths. Mine has run so deeply for so long it’s practically spliced itself with my DNA.
Nice to know that you’re reading Hemingway at the moment – which one? Steinbeck’s ‘East of Eden’ is currently on my beside table – dog-eared, covered in tea rings and being lovingly pored over for the umpteenth time.
I’m so glad that your children are learning about the world through finger puppets.
Ivy – reading Kilimangaro. This was a stolen highschool library book (my hubs was the perp, not I!)
Lara – yer right. Undies are cheaper than jeans.
Cait & Gill — SORRY!
long time lurker here. first time poster. Scrapple is more a pennsylvaina dutch thing so its fitting that most of it enjoyed in pa. But its also more of a regional thing too. You can’t find it everywhere. sadly i love it but can’t get it very offten. or not so sadly. but its best with maple syrup.
Hi Sarah! Is it supposed to be…crunchy? That’s how it was when I had it, and without maple syrup. It was served at a breakfast buffet though. I can see how syrup might… help.
I can totally related to numbers 1 and 2. My hatred of math runs deep, and it seems to have spilled into my children. Thank heavens for fingers and toes!!! Rulers help for more complicated questions. As for feeling less than attractive, I find myself stuck in yoga pants and t-shirts! What happened to looking like a girl?
its got a crunchy crust on it. but the inside is soft.
i’m glad my kid isn’t the ony one with un-childlike names for her toys. on a whim when she was two we told her her mini-dollies’ names were Blondie, Angel Eyes and Tuco. this weekend the Good, the Bad and the Ugly (my favorite classic western) was on TV and she was like “Mom! Their names are the same as my dollies!” in total toddler shock. funny.
YAY! I’m happy you had some fun with this little Honest Scrap! I’ll bring the babe over to meet you this summer…I’m driving up for a good month in Ontario…at least a week in the Kin!