Friday, November 23, 2007

8 things

Buzzardbilly and Muze Euterpe both tagged me for the 8 things meme. It's pretty simple -- I list 8 random things about myself and then tag other people to do the same. This works really well, because I'm away from home and forgot to bring my card reader, so no photos until I get home.

Hmmm... this is surprisingly difficult. Let's see how it goes:

1. I wasn't actually supposed to live. I was born prematurely, and had the whole incompatible RH blood thing going on, to boot. My parents were told that I wouldn't make it. So, really, I have always been the kind of person who, when you tell me I can't do something, has to prove you wrong.

2. When I was in kindergarten, I wanted to be "an artist or a teacher." How about both?

3. I don't like coffee. Not straight-up anyway. I love the occasional mocha, but coffee out of the pot, not so much.

4. My Great-Grandfather was from a poor, small fishing village in Italy called Pescara. He died when I was very young, but I still remember the scent of the sweet cherry tobacco he used to smoke. I loathe tobacco smoke, but whenever I catch a whiff of someone smoking that kind, I smile and think of him.

5. I took piano lessons for 11 years, and my parents recently gave me the piano I learned on a a gift. I still play from time to time, but I'm kind of rusty. I'm getting back into it, though. I want to teach my kids... at least until I find a better piano teacher. :)

6. Some items on my "things to do before I die" list: land a part in a community theater play, learn to kayak, learn to speak Italian, learn how to make stained glass windows, visit Italy, visit the British Isles (more geneology study), visit every major musem in America (I'm well on my way to that one), visit the Ghost Ranch, and see Casa Azul in Mexico City. This is a very small sampling of this list.

7. I was in labor with my first child for 37 1/2 hours. It was not pleasant. It was at that point that I decided that the unmedicated, all-natural childbirth is really not my thing.

8. My oldest child is now bigger than me. I find this oddly unsettling. I am not prepared for my kids to grow up, even though that's kind of the point of parenting. I need to work on that.

I did it! That was hard. Okay, watch out ... I just might tag you!


Evil Twin's Wife said...

My oldest son was born 12 weeks early. He was an emergency c-section and my daughter was a scheduled c-section, so I never had labor pain #1. Yay!

The Dalai Mama said...

I like the teacher/artist thing. My daughter recently made me proud when she said she wants to be an artist, musician, teacher and mama. I told her she could be an art or music teacher. She said, "No. I want to do them all separately." LOL I always think about when my son will be bigger than me. That will be a tough pill to swallow.

Oh, and a 37.5 hour labor. That's just nuts!

The Film Geek said...

Great list!

J. Keeling said...

Keep Inspiring Us All To Create

Rebecca, I'm sorry to have missed your photo exhibition on Friday, but I was delighted to read your column in today's Charleston Gazette. Thanks for all you do, as each day you make a difference in the world, by inspiring your own children, students, and blog readers to nurture their creativity!

Rebecca Burch said...

No way, J! I had actually forgotten that article. Haha!

And thanks for the compliments. I love what I do. My job is basically to see the beauty in the world around us and to point it out to other people. I get paid for that! It's true that if you love what you do, it will never seem like work.

Well, at least until grades are due... :)

Buzzardbilly said...

Doctors when we were born did not believe in sugarcoating anything did they? If there was any reason to fear, they told you to fear straight up. My parents were told I would be "retarded" (exactly that word). Mom said as soon as I started talking she threw that notion out. Imagine what it was like for her in those long months between birth and talking. I can't.

Rebecca Burch said...

BB -- Wow! That's harsh! I can't imagine what your Mom went through. Geez!