Tagged by Donna-Marie and Jen, I am supposed to list eight facts about myself or habits I have. Let's see...
1. Fact: I don't floss. I never have and don't think I ever will. How bad is that? My teeth are like stone. I've never had a cavity and I don't expect I ever will.
2. Habit. When afraid or distressed in any way I automatically recite the "Hail Holy Queen." Sometimes I realize that I am upset only because I notice that I am repeating the words to this prayer in my mind over and over again. There is something about the "To thee do we cry, poor, banished, children of Eve" that strikes a chord with me. When "mourning and weeping in this vale of tears," there is no better language to use and no better place to turn than to "life," "sweetness" and "hope."
3. Fact: I can still turn cartwheels. Despite my husband's less than sensitive plea to "not hurt myself," I proved this the other day.
4. Habit: I love to throw things away. Come here real close and I'll tell you a secret...I almost like it more than shopping... It's true, because when you throw stuff out you get something new (empty space) but unlike shopping, you don't have to pay for it. It feels so good to clear my home of broken or useless items that I sometimes get carried away and throw away things I shouldn't. Consequently, I can't understand the appeal of the Fly Lady. Why would I need some some lady who mysteriously calls herself a "fly" telling me to throw things out? I've often wished for some "Clutter-bug lady" to help me keep things or encourage me to buy things that seem so useless to me and burdensome, but might add warmth to my home or serve some purpose for others that live here.
5. Fact: I would like more children.
6. Habit: I pray in the shower.
7. Fact: I have recently realized that I walk through life in fear, as though the bottom will suddenly drop out from under me. I have no reason to think this way. We've had our share of challenges in life and I have often felt less than adequate for the tasks that God has asked of me, but we have always landed on what seemed a distant shore and, when there, I look back and feel silly for all my fear. I am like St Peter walking on the water and I need to keep my eyes on Christ and stop looking at my feet so much.
8. Habit: I have eaten a burger for dinner every Saturday night for as long as I can remember. Sometimes beef, sometimes a ground chicken burger with sage and garlic, sometimes with chips or fries or salad, but always a burger. Always on Saturday. Always.