1. When driving, are you more likely to listen to the radio, to CDs or an iPod, or nothing at all?
For daily driving around with the kids, it’s usually nothing or one of their CDs if they get fussy. There is nothing like “Baby Beluga” to calm a child. If it’s just me, I will listen to the radio.
On long car trips, much thought goes into the iPod playlist. There are usually themes for various stages of the journey. Our “going to the beach” playlist always begins with Kansas’s “Carry On My Wayward Son,” and by the time we can smell the ocean we’re listening to Jimmy Buffett. There are some variations in between, but we like our system.
2. Do you prefer window or aisle?
By myself, window. With kids, aisle. I can sit by myself for long periods of time with remarkable little soreness and so far I’ve been blessed with a strong bladder, so even on long plane rides I don’t have to disturb the people next to me too often. So I’d like to look outside to feel a little less claustrophobic. But with kids, I have to have to have to be able to use the aisle.
I’m kind of excited that for our trip for my brother’s wedding this October, our family gets a set of three seats to ourselves, so we can change where we are sitting depending on what we need at the moment. Plus I don’t have to feel awkward about using the armrest, or touching the person sitting next to me.
3. Do you fall asleep on your side, back, or stomach? What position are you in when you wake up?
I usually fall asleep on my side nursing, and that’s usually how I wake up, but I do like rolling onto my back to stretch for a while before curling back on my side. I used to be an exclusive stomach sleeper, but after a back injury in high school I was told in no uncertain terms to never ever sleep on my stomach again, so I’ve adjusted. I used to sleep on my stomach with the sheets curled up over my ears. I could not sleep at all if my ears were uncovered – thanks to a fear developed from seeing a little too much of a horror movie at a young age. I’m still not sure exactly what it was, but I was convinced that monsters would eat my brain through my ears. When I don’t have kids in my bed, I still prefer to sleep that way, but I don’t have to anymore.
4. When is the last time you attended a zoo, circus, carnival, county fair, or parade?
This year we went to our town’s Memorial Day parade.
I can’t remember the last time I went to a circus. I know I went once very young (maybe I was 5 or so?) when visiting my grandma and grandpa, but besides from shows in theatres I didn’t even know if traveling circuses were a “thing” anymore.
I think the kids are getting to an age where zoos and fairs could be a lot of fun for them, though. I’ll have to remember Simcha’s tips for planning the trip.
5. Do you have a favorite quote or inspirational saying?
I have two, and they are long-ish. The first is from C.S. Lewis:
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless–it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.”
I used to be terrified of being hurt. All my life I had been told I was oversensitive and too emotional, so through my teen years and into early adulthood I worked very hard at trying to make myself completely invulnerable – and I got a glimpse of the above. That is a scary place – going through the motions, focusing on yourself, and never daring to really love. I thought I was making myself stronger, but really I was becoming self-absorbed and limited. Deciding to embrace vulnerability has meant that I’ve had to deal with hurts that I probably wouldn’t have otherwise, but it has also made me more real and less fake. My sensitivity can be a great asset that helps me to love others well. This reminds me of that.
The other is from Pope St. John Paul II:
“It is Jesus that you seek when you dream of happiness; He is waiting for you when nothing else you find satisfies you; He is the beauty to which you are so attracted; it is He who provoked you with that thirst for fullness that will not let you settle for compromise; it is He who urges you to shed the masks of a false life; it is He who reads in your heart your most genuine choices, the choices that others try to stifle.”
I also like this as a reminder. I spent years looking for satisfaction in mundane material things, but it was Jesus I was really looking for, and I think ultimately He is what all of us search for, and He can be found in the honest, loving pursuit of all kinds of endeavors. When I’m willing to say, “OK, I’m willing to stop being selfish,” Jesus is there waiting for me. It sounds hokey to our secular-grown ears, but that doesn’t make it any less true.
6. What’s the best thing about summer?
Swimming is excellent.
So is baseball (especially when your husband and his best friend get to announce a game.)
I never used to like being outdoors, but I’ve been spending a good part of my time outdoors this summer and I love it! Long days, fun times with friends – why not?
(And a quick sum up from last week, since I missed!)
1. What’s your favorite thing on YouTube?
This always makes me smile, and beg Ian for a cat.
2. Who taught you to drive?
My mother started me (when I was only 15 – shhhh, don’t tell!) We used to drive around my grandma’s house because it was very rural so we didn’t have other cars to contend with, although all the roads were dirt back then. When I was 16, I took a driver’s ed class that included a lot of driving practice. My teacher was…interesting. One time while I was driving he slammed on the teacher brake in the car and grabbed the steering wheel to swerve us INTO oncoming traffic because he saw a squirrel on the side of the road and was scared I might hit it.
That was terrifying. (Thankfully, the squirrel, our car, and all the other cars on the road escaped harm.)
However, said teacher ALSO told me I was the best student he’d ever had when it came to parallel parking, so he couldn’t have been all bad, right? (Though I doubt it was his teaching that did it – my mom used to have me parallel park our minivan when we would go places, so if I could do it in a minivan, I could do it in the little four-door.)
3. What’s your favorite thing to cook?
Chicken or eggplant parm. We never ate eggplant parm growing up, but I make it the same way I do for chicken, and it always makes me think of home, and helping (well, more truthfully, watching) my mom make it. It was my favorite thing she made and if we weren’t going out on my birthday I would request that she make it then.
4. Are you a hugger or a non-hugger? Why?
I am a hugger, with exceptions. With people I am very close to, I love to hug them. I am not a fan of hugging strangers (though I’ve learned to live with it – in Ian’s family there seems to be no concept of “strangers,” so even if I’ve never met a relative of his I’m already family and therefore will be hugged, and probably kissed, too.)
5. Where do you pray best?
In bed. It’s an easy place for me to quiet my mind.
6. When is the last time you saw/spoke to your grandparents?
Just a couple of weeks ago as part of my parents’ trip back East. I am very blessed that all of my grandparents are still living. They actually live only about 15 minutes apart from each other, so when we make a trip up, we can see them all.