Via Katherine who got it from enoch in a long line of tag….
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While I’m in the meme mood, I’ll try Ilona’s: Good Things Come in Threes: I couldn’t answer some of the questions but here’s what I could do…
3 names I go by: Julie, Mommy, secret nickname (not Jules, please)
3 screen-names I’ve had: harrowme, multiple versions on my own name and initials
3 physical things I like about myself: I’m healthy, I can run, I’m at a helpful height
3 physical things I dislike about myself: my feet are too big; my skin too sensitive, my eyes too nearsighted
3 parts of my heritage: German, English, French-Canadian
3 things I am wearing right now: eggshell-hue jeans, fuchsia T-shirt (one of my favorite colors and Ts), dangling lavender bead earrings I made (another favorite)
3 favorite bands/musical artists: Christine Dente/Out of the Grey, our friends Nathan Scoggins, Chris D.
3 favorite songs: ? I’ll tell you the ones stuck in my head from watching Abigail’s ballet recital on DVD: “Break Away” (Kelly Clarkson), “In My Life” (Beatles) “The Entertainer” (Joplin).
3 things I want in a relationship: love, trust, communication
3 physical things about people of the opposite sex that appeal to me: ? (I’ve learned that the physical doesn’t matter that much to me compared to other qualities…how about gentleness, patience and understanding?)
3 of my favorite hobbies: writing, reading, gardening
3 things I want to do really badly right now: work on my Gnomedex talk (it’s fun!), finish my blogging, take a bath before bed
3 things that scare me: earthquakes, someone I love suffering, car trouble in a remote area
3 of my everyday essentials: exercise, prayer/spiritual quiet time, writing
3 careers you have considered or are considering: author, science teacher, singer-songwriter (just kidding!)
3 places you want to go on vacation: Hawaii, China, Vancouver B.C. (which one is the most probable?!)
3 kids’ names you like:
Olivia, Rachel, Stephen
3 things you want to do before you die: write a book, climb a mountain, run a marathon (any more cliche?!)
here’s a more creative version…
take ballet lessons, go to Hawaii alone with my husband, pour myself into people
3 ways I am stereotypically a boy: huh – not sure about myself or stereotypes?
I guess I don’t care about crafts, clothes or house decor that much. ?
3 ways I am stereotypically a chick: huh again? I cry easily. Unfortunately, this is a female stereotype.
3 celeb crushes: none currently (does my husband count? he might be a blogging celeb)
3 people who I think might like doing this:
I’ll leave it open…
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You scored as Cultural Creative. Cultural Creatives are probably the newest group to enter this realm. You are a modern thinker who tends to shy away from organized religion but still feels as if there is something greater than ourselves. You are very spiritual, even if you are not religious. Life has a meaning outside of the rational.
What is Your World View? (corrected…again) |
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We were introduced to this game yesterday while visiting friends who live on the beach
Notice the clam necks sticking out of the sand at low tide and
see how wet you can get when they spray
Elisabeth liked it, reaching her fingers into the clam burrows, hoping to touch one.
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From Tim Burlowski
Pick five of the following and then complete the sentences. then pass this little meme on to three more of your blog friends… no tag backs!
If I could be a scientist…
If I could be a farmer…
If I could be a musician…
If I could be a doctor…
If I could be a painter…
If I could be a gardener…
If I could be a missionary…
If I could be a chef…
If I could be an architect…
If I could be a linguist…
If I could be a psychologist…
If I could be a librarian…
If I could be an athlete…
If I could be a lawyer…
If I could be an inn-keeper…
If I could be a professor…
If I could be a writer…
If I could be a llama-rider…
If I could be a bonnie pirate…
If I could be an astronaut…
If I could be a world famous blogger…
If I could be a justice on any one court in the world…
If I could be married to any current famous political figure…
If I could be a farmer, I’d raise chickens, ducks, rabbits, cows, horses, goats, hippos and sheep. We’d have a shop where we sold sweaters, made of angora and wool, or ice cream, depending on the season. Saturday mornings we’d wake early and gather the eggs for farmer’s market where we’d sit and knit while waiting for customers. My husband would never have to mow another lawn since the sheep and goats would take care of it. Abigail would raise horses. Elisabeth would take care of the ducks. Michaela would have her own hippo or two.
If I could be an athlete, I’d be a ballerina. I’d start a dance studio where my daughters could teach classes. We would perform together and tour in a mother-daughter show we had choreographed ourselves to our favorite songs.
Another option would be to be an ice skating couple with Ted; pairs would be more fun but ice-dancing would be more practical.
If i could be a chef, I’d be a sushi chef who had trained in Japan. But I wouldn’t have a restaurant. I’d make sushi at home and let my husband sit at our “bar” on the island and eat whatever he wanted.
If I could be an inn-keeper, I’d run a bed-and-breakfast on the beach. For breakfast we’d serve scones and fruit from the garden, eggs and baked oatmeal, homemade granola and organic bacon, all to be eaten indoors or on our patio as the sun rose over the Pacific. The beach would have brown sugar sand, seashells and agates, not a lot of rocks or logs, and tidepools filled with hermit crabs and colorful starfish that would emerge when the water was low. I’d provide plenty of outdoor tables and chairs, nets for games and sand toys as well as a shower for washing off bare feet before coming back to the B&B. It would be fun to talk to the guests, whoever was willing to have a conversation and to select intriguing items for decor. All the rooms would have their own private bath with tub, fireplace, and plenty of soft sheets and blankets, large sunny windows with views of the water, Cookies and lemonade would be served in the evenings: out on the patio in the summer or in a cozy room with fireplace and plenty of bookshelves in the winter.
If I could be a gardener, I’d have an iris garden, a day lily garden and a rose garden. I’d cultivate poppies, herbs and lavender with plenty of paths. (I’d also have expertise in organic plant and pest management!) Benches would abound in fragrant and shady places, inviting readers and lovers. A Japanese-style section would contain a koi pond with waterfall and orange fish to feed, surrounded by shapely maples and pines with picturesque silhouettes. My daughters would tend the butterfly garden. Birdhouses and birdbaths would encourage feathered friends and their songs. Tree frogs join the chorus from the trees, and their larger cousins splash in the pond. Tomatoes, peppers, gourds, carrots and six types of berries would grow in the garden. We’d have so many leftovers that we would haul sacks to the local food bank and neighbors. I’d have a garden and Ted would, uh, have allergies…
Note: when I read this post to Abigail and Michaela, they were inspired to blog their own response.
