Ri, and her best friend Lys, both awarded me blog awards. I love them both, and I thank them for the awards, but I do not intend to obey all the rules of both of the awards this time. First - I just don't read enough blogs to pass them on to the required number of new recipients, and second - I'm not nearly computer literate enough - it takes me forever to do all the link things, and I don't intend to become savy enough to do them quickly. It would just encourage my natural tendency to shiftlessness (I'd sit around on the computer even more, and I have too many things that really need to be done).
So, all that being said, I will do one of the things that was "required" by both the awards. I'll tell you 7 things about myself.
1) I hate celery. No - it doesn't matter what you do to it, spread on it, or in any way try to hide it. It always has a way of making it's presence known, and it's yucky! And no, I don't even use celery salt, or seed, or anything else - it's yucky - oh wait, I said that already.
2) I play several instruments - or at least I did in school - umm - okay, I'm not going to tell you how many years ago that was, but at the time I played the flute, piccolo, baritone saxophone, Jamaican steel drums, and the marimba. I piddle around, and can occasionally pick out songs on the piano too. I do read music, but where's the fun in that?
3) I'm not an animal person. If they're useful, they're okay. But they're just not my cup of tea, unless they can protect you, catch mice, or can be eaten. I taught my girls early on that Bambi tastes really good when he's all grown up.
4) Most of what I've learned has been self-taught, and most of that has been by good, old fashioned trial and error (lots of error). Which is why I tell my girls that they should learn by other people's mistakes. They can't possibly make them all on their own (although I must be testing out that theory myself).
5) On the list of things that I'd just love to do in my life, shopping ranks right up there with unanesthetized root canals.
6) My younger brother once said that I was the only woman he knew who could take a 3hr. car trip and never once initiate a conversation.
7) Although I deeply wish (and frequently pray) both my parents were saved, I'm equally grateful that I was not raised "in church". I know these two things seem like contradictions, so I'll explain. I think that because I was not raised in church, and as such, without any particular denominational bent, I have been able to look at the scriptures with a fresh set of eyes, so to speak. I can take the scriptures at face value, without all the assumptions I would have had if I had heard them preached a particular way all my life. We once attended a church where we were having a discussion with the leadership about a certain area of doctrine. Several members of the church talked with us, expressing their wishes that everything turn out well, or asking us how things were going. If asked about our position, I would explain it, but to my surprise, most of them said they had never really thought about it. It (the church's position) was just what they had always been taught. I actually think this is kind of sad. The scriptures tell us that we should, "Study to shew thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth." II Tim. 2:15. I do not wish to undermine any pastor, or preacher, but we are clearly to study the bible for ourselves. They are only human, and subject to all the same problems/temptations that we are. Sometimes it may just be a matter of them trusting in what they were always taught, but we are still to double check and study about it on our own.
Okay - that's a little peek into me. I hope you all enjoyed it (or at least got a chuckle or two). BTW - I'm serious about the shopping thing (and the celery)!