25 Things About Me
Here are 25 random things about me, my family, my homestead and my blog…
My husband’s name is Kevin. I love him. We’re married for six years. He has rescued me in many many ways.
Even though I call myself a Jersey girl, I was actually born in Staten Island. Staten Island is part of New York City, in case you didn’t realize that.
I have a degree in Biological Sciences from Rutgers University. Rutgers is New Jersey’s state university and a so-called leader in academic research. I graduated by the skin of my teeth, even taking six times to pass first semester Organic Chemistry.
I worked my way through school in retail. When I graduated, I stayed working in retail.
I’ve had some crazy “Joe-Jobs”. I delivered newspapers, worked in a pharmacy and a bagel store, worked as a card lady, graded essays and long math problems on standardized tests, substitute taught, overnight cashiered at Foodtown, worked at the mall spraying “smelly stuff” on people, cashiered at K-mart, cashiered and worked as a janitor in a truck stop, stocked hats and sunglasses as an independent contractor, worked for the US Census and even worked at Arby’s and Babies R Us for a day each. My job grading tests was the only job I ever had that required a degree.
I had a house built in the Poconos. I hate my house now and a lot of times wish that I didn’t leave Pennsylvania.
I have an unhealthy obsession with the Monkees and have since I was a little girl. I pray for Davy Jones’s soul to rest in peace.
I have an unhealthy obsession with the Little House books. Reading These Happy Golden Years made me sort of fall in love with Almanzo.
I hate driving a minivan. I realize it is an inevitable part of having five kids.
I hate Colorado. I love homesteading, fresh air and the low cost of living more than I hate Colorado. I guess I’m here to stay since this is the only place my kids can farm on some of the same land their ancestors farmed. No place is Eden. I realize that if we packed up and moved some other place, we’d be just trading in one set of problems for another. Thank you, Adam.
I don’t get out much. I can’t remember the last time I went out that wasn’t for church or a doctor’s appointment.
I’m unabashedly Catholic. I believe the Catholic Church to be the only church that teaches 100% true teachings. If you disagree with me, I’d like to be friends anyway. If we happen to disagree on something, we can disagree and I will still love you as a person and friend.
In spite of being Catholic, I mess up all the time. If you’ve known me a long time, you know my past sins. If you know me now, you know I still mess up even though I’m smart enough to know better. I go to Confession a lot. I am trying to get to The Right Place, in spite of all my faults and screw ups.
I love the Latin Mass. I think that’s because I have spiritual ADD and the Latin Mass doesn’t have the constant parade of random people in the sanctuary that Novus Ordo Mass does. It’s also not just the actual Mass. I just find I fit in more with the culture surrounding the Latin Mass than the culture surrounding Novus Ordo. I travel 90 miles each way to Latin Mass.
In retrospect, I find it ironic that I took three years of Latin in Catholic High School and I never went to a Latin Mass until I was in my twenties.
I have five children. They have been a pattern of boy-girl-boy-girl-boy. I always said I wanted to be every other like that, like the Brady Bunch. I don’t have Alice’s help.
I have always wanted a big family, yet feared infertility. I have been blessed by many many babies quickly. And gasp! I hope to have more children.
I never thought about certain logistics of a big family, like driving a minivan or my 15 passenger van.
My children are always buckled in their car seats even though I hate car seats. That being said, I know how to fit three car seats across small back seats. I wish car manufacturers would make more LATCH systems in their vehicles or even flip down car seats like they used to.
I have figured out how to make my double stroller work for five children.
I live 67 miles from the closest Wal-mart, and that’s going through the dirt roads.
I am not physically capable of solely producing enough milk to nourish a baby. This has broken my heart. Every. time.
I’m a hippie at heart. I think that’s partially because in my formative years, I never realized there was a difference between Peter Seeger and Folk Mass.
I have a llama.
I want to drive my 15 passenger van down Flatbush Avenue just to see if people will flag me down thinking it’s a Dollar Van.
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