I owe a big thank you to Ricki's Mom, who tagged me with the Honest Scrap Award nearly a month ago and I'm only getting a response together now. In general, I owe a big thank you to Ricki's Mom because I find her writing interesting, honest, inspirational and empowering, and hers is one of the first blogs I run to when I've fallen out of the blog loop and want to get back on it.
Rules: Ten honest things about me, then pass it on to seven bloggers. Honestly, I dunno about the second part. I wish I had the time to read seven blogs these days... but let's give it a go:
1. I've been through almost every version of vegetarianism that there is (excepting, perhaps, fructarianism, which is just a little overboard for me). Lacto-ovo, lacto, vegan, even juice diets. For the past decade or so, I've come to terms with a lacto-ovo-pescetarian diet. Works for me.
2. I believe in balance. Not a new concept to you, my readers, but how does it manifest in my life? Example: I consider myself an observant Jew, and cover my hair, but usually wear trousers -- as opposed to skirts -- because it's much more comfortable for me, physically and emotionally. (This may be because I did not grow up in a religious household, but then again, maybe it wouldn't have mattered either way).
3. For an American, I use way too many Britishisms in my speech. Probably the influence of That Guy I Married. He's from London. Not his fault.
4. I spent hours of my childhood either up in trees or down among the weeds and bushes. I used to pet the bees I found there.
5. My family is multi-cultural. By this I mean that I have an Indian sister-in-law. I have joined her family in their place of worship (they are Sikh, strict monotheists) and despite the many difficulties and challenges of intermarriage, I feel a certain kinship with them that is hard to explain in words. (And they have the most beautiful clothes -- they have given me several outfits).
6. I love to dance, and I don't mean folk dance. Hip-hop, modern, street dancing. I shut the blinds and open the windows and crank up the MP3 and go nuts. Also while cooking. I get chopped onions & garlic all over the place.
7. Two years ago I decided it was (past) time to start reading in Hebrew. I don't mean signs and menus, I mean books. Novels. Nonfiction. It demands more concentration but -- I know this sounds crazy -- when I read in Hebrew, I get this feeling of the juices flowing in a different area of my brain, and I like it.
8. I am ever grateful to RivkA for getting me started in the blogosphere. Before I read her blog, I hardly knew what a blog was. Once I read hers, I thought -- what a great idea! Now I'll be forced to write, my family will have automatic updates about my life, and I might even develop a modest fan club. All for free. What could be better? (Then I discovered the catch: I actually have to write regularly, and not just think about writing).
9. I work with sick kids all day, of all different ages and cultures and sizes and shapes and intellectual capacities. I've been doing this for quite awhile now, and I think I've got the basics down by now. So why am I always wondering whether I'm doing the right thing with my own kids? It's a mystery.
10. Working with those very sick kids, for so many years has probably skewed my view of life just a bit, in that I tend to view life as a very limited thing, to be cherished and pushed to the fullest, every second. Which is why I am in a constant, sleep-deprived and hypo-caloric state and cannot get enough of what this world has to offer: family, work, hobbies, etc, etc. Just dangle it in front of me, and I will probably try to pack it into my already-bursting schedule.
Which reminds me, I have to go back to studying now (I have an anatomy-physiology exam on Thursday), push Always the Imp along on her bike, make supper, plan a work presentation, and book a trial lesson with the guitar teacher. Among other things.
I really can't do seven right now, but can we settle for Coffee and Chemo, SuperRaizy, Shilo Musings, Here in HP and The Rebbetzin's Husband? You're all it (and if you've already been through a round of this, please forgive me... I'm behind the times).
Keep the balance,
PS: Mother in Israel -- you too!