1. Share a favorite memory of your mother or share a favorite something from your own life as a mother. If you're a mother (or stepmom) tell us how your experience as a mom differs from your own mother's experience.
Let's see... I have a mother; I am a mother; I am a step-mother.
My mother—how I miss her! How I wish that I could pick up some cosmic phone and talk with her. I need her opinion. This only means that God blessed me mightily with a good mom and I can talk directly with Him about those things that I'd like to talk with her about.
My children are two of the the greatest blessings in my life. It is my privilege to be their mother. Most moms I know think this way about their kids.
Being a step-mother has been a challenge from the beginning. Some women do well in the role; alas, I am not one of them.
2. In May we celebrate teachers (May 9) and nurses (May 6) both. Most every family has at least one in their midst, so tell us something (or a few things) you appreciate about the teacher or nurse on your family tree.
My dad always hoped that my sister and I would never become teachers or nurses. I became the teacher; my sister is an amazing maternity nurse. She is stopped constantly by former patients who want to share baby photos and tell stories of motherhood. She is always very gracious.
3. Chicken salad, egg salad, tuna salad...which would you go for if all three were on the menu? On bread or a bed of lettuce? If you answered bread, what kind of bread would make it the perfect sandwich?
A country white loaf...chicken salad, though I really like them all. Depends on my mood which one I would choose.
4. Do you have a desk?
Is it organized?
Well, on the inside...
If so, share your secret to keeping it that way.
I don't actually use it for anything other than storing stationery and desky things.
If you don't have a desk, where in your home do you take care of family paperwork and business?
Dining room table
Where do you normally sit to blog?
In my easy chair
5. When I was nine years old....
Fourth grade? My teacher's name was Mrs. Mottram whom I adored. One day, we were sitting at the only red light in town when I saw Mrs. Mottram drive by and she was smoking! I was so shocked that I probably gasped. My mother thought my reaction was humorous enough to share with Mrs. Mottram herself at the parent~teacher conference. It must have made Mrs. Mottram feel bad because she quit smoking that year. I sure could be an "ah vah" child. That was what we children used to say when someone was caught doing something naughty.
6. Insert your own random thought here.