Why hello erstwhile stranger! Yes, yes it has been some time since we last met. What can I say? Life with a baby, a 4-year-old and an almost 9-year-old can be hectic. Not to mention all the “from home” work I do. And then the lapse seemed so long that I got uncomfortable and I thought, “how can I go back there?”
Do you ever get yourself worked up like that? Me too. And you know what I realized? I can go back there simply by… writing.
And then Rocker Mom posted this questionnaire and I thought, “That is the perfect reintroduction to blogging.” And so here you have it: 22 random questions about me.
Where were you born?
In Toronto, in East General Hospital at Coxwell & Mortimer. I lived my whole life in the City, until MOMD & I got married. We moved out to the East Coast of Canada to his old stomin’ grounds, the seaside city of Halifax. While Halifax had it’s charms (among them the Brewers Market) I did not settle in. It was the longest 6 months of my life, and on April 1, 2001, I moved home. MOMD followed with all of our worldly possessions 4 months later and I vowed I would never again leave Toronto.
The lesson here? Never say never. 🙂
Were you named after someone?
Two someones, actually. Well 3, actually.
From left to right: Nana Scrimgeour, Anna Margaret Huffman, Nana Keenan, Margaret Lillian Kelly and my Mom,
Susan Margaret Keenan
My name at birth was given as Margaret Michelle Scrimgeour. The story goes that my Dad was having coffee with my Mom’s Mom (that’d be Nana Keenan) in her kitchen, and pronounced one day that the name of his first child would be Michelle. My Nan, without missing a beat, responded, “Well here’s hoping it’s a girl.” By the time I was born, Nana Keenan had lost her long fight with breast cancer. She passed away a little over 2 years before I was born. And since my Dad’s Mom’s name was also Margaret, and my own mother’s middle name was too, it was decided that I would also be Margaret. Trouble was, my poetic parents didn’t think that Michelle Margaret sounded as nice as Margaret Michelle. And so, I have spent my life answering to my middle name. (And to boot, I doomed my own daughter to the same fate! I’m sure she’ll love it too.)
If you have children, how many do you have?
Yes, despite predictions to the contrary, MOMD and I have been blessed to shape and mold 3 little people. Our first is Connor Glenn who will be 9 (NINE!) next month. Second is Samuel Francis who is 4.5 and last but certainly not least is our darling daughter, Catherine Elise whom we call Ellie Belle. She is almost 8 months old.
How many pets do you have?
MOMD and I have never been dog people. In fact, we actively made fun of dog owners. “They’re children that never grow up!” “The expense of boarding when you want to travel!” “Walking them…. in the rain!” Oh how we laughed… and then, one day a friend of mine sent out a pleading email with a picture of the most adorable little puppy you’ve ever seen. Before I knew it, I had responded to the message saying, “I’ll take him.”
And then I had to call MOMD and ask how he felt about it!
It was a tense moment or two, but once he too saw the picture he knew this puppy belonged in our family
The lesson here? “He who laughs loudest laughs last,” is a pretty accurate proverb.
What was your worst injury?
I’ve been fairly lucky in my life to have very few injuries. And really, it’s not because I didn’t try or anything; I tobogan down tree-lined hills, I road my bike at break-neck speeds down insane hills that were gravel roads and ended in a sharp turn and I’ve even been in my share of car accidents. Perhaps it’s simply that the sooner you get your hard knocks in, the sooner you learn you don’t like them? I dunno. What I do know is that I was 8 when I broke my arm. I was skating at our local rink with my little sister and I fell. I’m sure I was showing off or something; I don’t remember those details. What I do remember is the rink guard taking me off the ice and into his office where he inspected my arm and pronounced it not broken since I could move my fingers. Broken or not, it hurt like a son of a gun and I got my sister off the ice and we went home. My parents distrusting in the medical knowledge of a 16-year-old rink guard, took me to the hospital where it was determined to be a pretty serious break. I had a cast from my finger tips to my shoulder, on my right arm, for EVER I’m telling you. It was so frustrating not being able to use my dominant hand… I remember crying about it in the school office. Anyway, eventually it came back and my arm has been as good as gold ever since.
Do you have a special talent?
This sounds like a trick question; maybe vaguely suggestive even. Perhaps that’s just me. ~ahem. To the answer then! I have a couple of talents actually. One I get to practice here and another one here, and the other one I just practice where ever I happen to be. I love to sing, you see. And I sing pretty much wherever I am, when the mood strikes. It’s just one of my many charms, don’t you know. :p
What’s your favourite thing to bake?
I think I could no sooner pick a favourite star in the heavens. Seriously – I love to be in the kitchen. But if you’re going to force the issue, I guess I’d have to say that I love to make cakes. No cookies. No, wait: pie. No, cupcakes! GAH! Why do you make me choose???
What’s your favourite fast food?
You’re totally going to judge me. I know it, and I’m ready for it. When I want fast food, only one of two things will do: McDonald’s fries with their barbecue sauce or a Crunchwrap Supreme from Taco Bell.
God it feels good to have that off my chest.
Would you bungee jump?
No. No I would not.
What is the first thing you notice about people?
Their smile. Does it light up their face? Do they seem genuine and joyful? Do I want to be around them? You can tell so much from a smile, aside from good dentition.
When was the last time you cried?
This morning, actually, as I watched this video. I cry fairly easily actually. Like if I see beautiful expressions of love. Or a new person (like a baby, I mean). Or for utter joy. Of course I cry for sadness and greif too, but mostly for the other reasons I mentioned.
Any current worries?
Well, I’ve started this baking thing and while I had a lot of success in the previous 2 weeks, I don’t have any orders for this week. And while that doesn’t exactly scare me, it has me wondering about how to make the work a little more consistent.
Name 3 drinks you drink regularly.
I always have a cup of water on the go. I drink 8 oz before I have anything else in a day. I love water. After my first cup of water, I brew my Arbonne detox tea, mixed with 1/2 a pomegranate fizz tab and 1/2 a citrus fizz tab. And then the 3rd one… gah, I don’t know! 5 months ago my answer would have surely included coffee. But since we figured out that it was causing my breast milk to be acidic, I cut it out. That said, now that Little E is eating more and more food, I am having a cup here and there. So maybe coffee. But then, my favourite drink is a gin & tonic. So maybe that? With a slice of lime? Or just a great glass of wine…
Are you starting to figure out that getting me to pick a favourite can be a little tough?
What’s your favourite book?
Again with the favourites, you guys! So tough. Because I have so many books that I absolutely love and can’t imagine my life without. But if you’re going to force me to pick just one, then… the I guess it will have to be The Mists of Avalon. That book started my life on the course that brought me to who I am today. And if I’m perfectly honest with you, I absolutely love my life.
Would you like to be a pirate?
Ummm… no. I’m not a taker! Or a theif, or mean or violent in anyway. I’m a peaceful giver. A lover, not a fighter, to turn a phrase. Although I would love the jewellery…
What are your favourite smells?
1) the smell of a Greek bakery. I grew up in Toronto’s Greektown, just a little south of the Danforth. My Dad would sometimes take me for walks to pickup stuff for dinner, and we would almost always wind up in a Greek bakery. I loved those walks, and to this day when I walk into a Greek bakery, I see myself as a little girl, letting go of my Dad’s hand to press my nose to the display case of koks (image on the right). 2) the smell of freesia. So sweet and beautiful! I love love love freesia. Yellow ones. 3) mens cologne, just a hint of it. I love it. Any cologne.
Why do you blog?
Initially I started to blog here because I wanted to know that I was more than just a mom. Which may sound patronizing in some way, I know. Thing was, my life went through massive transition and I was lost. I felt like I was walking around in someone else’s skin, living their life. I needed to find me, to confirm that I still had thoughts and opinions that I could express effectively and that other people might relate to. And so I started here. You’ve all been so warm and wonderful, and really: this blog saved my sanity. So thanks for reading, and reminding me that I do in fact love my life. xoxo
What song do you want played at your funeral?
GOD so many!! Not that I think about my death all the time – I don’t, I’m not that morbid. I do however attend a lot of funerals and viewings (no idea why that happens, but there was a winter where I had 14 funerals in a 3 months period. True story.) and so I’ve given a lot of thought to my own celebration of life.
And that, my friends, is what I want: a celebration. A big party, with a DJ, open bar, and excellent food. A mic where people can talk about their memories of me, and share how I lived. I want “Into the Blue” by Moby at some point; I want Bach’s “Air” played on strings, in the key of G; I want something by Sarah McLauchlan. I want Finlay Quaye; Bob Marley “No Woman No Cry”; so many songs you guys. I love music, and I”m sure there’s a soundtrack to my life. I just have to sort it out. Good job I have some time, huh? 😉
Name something you’ve done that you never thought you’d do.
Well, get married for starters. True story! When I was growing up, I always aspired to be the crazy aunt with a high-flying career, taking my nieces and nephews on jet-setting trips, living a life of dreams. And then I met MOMD and he ruined – positively ruined – all that by being so perfect for me that I had to dream a new life. And here I am, doing many things I never ever thought I’d do.
The lesson here? Be open to change when opportunities to better yourself come along.
What are your favourite things to do?
Honestly you guys? This is going to sound so lame, believe me, I know! I love to put on my nasty old paint-stained track pants, order a pizza and sit on the couch with MOMD and watch something. Just him and me, on our comfy couch, in our cozy “house pants”. I also love a pedicure, border runs with my girlies, and of course, cookin’ up a scoff.
Any pet peeves?
Don’t you DARE leave the toilet seat up, that’s all I’m saying.
What was the last thing that made you laugh?
I laugh a lot you guys. I can’t even remember what the last thing was that made me laugh because I’m sure I’ve laughed since then! My kids are hilarious, the synchonicity of life often amuses me, and gin always befuddles my mind. But here: this is the last thing on the internet that really made me laugh out loud:
It’s SO me!
And there you have it. My, summed up in 22 questions. If you decide to take some of all of this for fodder for your blog, tag me in it so I make sure to check out your answers too.
It’s good to be back!