5 Things

Thanks a lot Robby! ;)

5 things most people don’t know about me:

1. I am 100 percent Dutch. In fact, until highschool, I assumed I would marry a Dutch boy, and the first boy I dated was Dutch. But alas, I broke away from the clan. :)

2. Ages 16-19 were really rough years for me. While I tend to be an open book now, the details of that chapter of my life remain unknown, even to my closest friends and family (except my husband). The stuff in that vault isn’t the stuff for memes.

3. Most people who know me now can’t imagine that I was extremely shy. My husband likes to take credit for helping me “come out of my shell.” I still don’t like being the center of attention, but I love being with people in small groups and one-on-one.

4. All of my kids were delivered within half an hour of arriving at the hospital. What a rush! It’s too bad that something I’m so good at only happened 3 times in my life.

5. No one in my real life knows I have a blog except my husband and children. They know that if they tell anyone, I will kill them. My friends, sisters, and parents have no idea of my secret identity and hobby.

I will tag some of the people who have been commenting here since the early days.
Pam, David, Cindy, Fr’nklin, and Lily

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12 thoughts on “5 Things

  1. It was fun reading your list! I agree some things need to be left in the vault, sorry you had to endure those three hard years.

    Cool that you are dutch!
    Spreekt u het Nederlands?
    I dated a “Dutch Boy” for four years :)

  2. I grew up in a small city not too far from Detroit (but on the Canadian side of the border), and about 95% of my friends and classmates were either “Vander-something” or “Something-stra”. I dated a few Dutch girls because, well, what other kind of girls were there at that time? I finally married a Mennonite with Russian immigrant grandparents, but turns out that WAAAAY back in the day, her original clan was Dutch.

    Make of that what you will. :)

  3. Wow. Those are some interesting 5 things. I didn’t know you were totally undercover. Most of my real-world friends know my blog. When I decided to be incognito, it wasn’t my “friends” that worried me, it was all the “others”.

    So my 5 are up, as are Pam’s. Don’t miss her 6th “bonus” thing. ;-)

  4. thanks lily for promoting my “sixth thing”… not for those with, um, good toileting habits…

    so grace, i’m married to a man who’s half dutch. his grandparents immigrated from rotterdam to idaho and canada. every now and then my sitemeter picks up a few hits from the Netherlands. cool to know you’re in the dutch club.

    oh, and thanks for tagging me. i think.

    :-)

  5. David,
    I have no doubt that you will come up with a fabulous fun-to-read list. No pressure though.

    Barbara,
    I used to know a few words. My mom and grandma would speak dutch when they didn’t want us listening.

    Robby,
    Did you grow up in Windsor?
    Most of my relatives in Michigan are in the Grand Rapids area.

    Lily,
    My husband reads all of my posts and comments. He “knows” all my blog friends and likes you all. My real friends and family wouldn’t understand how far from the herd I’ve strayed.

    Pam,
    Most of my grandparents were born in the US from recently immigrated parents except my maternal grandfather immigrated here during WW1 at the age of 14 in order to find work and send money back to his starving family. I have an aunt who still stays in touch with the relatives in the Netherlands.

    You are very welcome for the tag. :)

  6. #4 is freakin’ amazing. I have five kids and only #3 was like that!!! So, I’m assuming no drugs for Grace…just get in, and get it done…no pain no gain, huh? #5 – GRACE! Wouldn’t your parents love reading you and your siblings too????

    Loved ur list.

  7. fr’nklin,
    I was hoping someone would be impressed with #4. The doctor didn’t make it for the delivery of my second and was just walking in the door for my third and fourth.

    You don’t know my parents! ;)

  8. I can understand the whole “undercover” thing. I, on the other hand, told my parents about my blog, and they still refuse to read it!! I think they have a hard time with my straying from the herd, too.

    My oldest sister, on the other hand, loves my blog, and it is a source of encouragement to her, even though she is “trapped” in the institutional life right now. It’s helped me connect with her on a much deeper level, but I never would have expected that.

    steve :)

    (P.S. Happy belated anniversary. I didn’t get over here to comment that day. Sorry!)

  9. Grace,

    Sarnia. About an hour north of Windsor; actually closer to Port Huron than Detroit, but we listened to a lot of GREAT Motor City Radio and most of our TV stations were either Toronto or Detroit.

    We “auditioned” for a church in Grand Rapids a few years ago. Cut the process short when we discovered a heavy “shepherding” approach in their leadership.

  10. I have to say that my Teen years were difficult to. I had some pretty dark times from 18 – 21 or so and nobody but my wife knows anything about it. It’s not stuff I like to remember either.

  11. steve,
    The fact that your parents won’t read your blog must be hurtful. It is nice that your sister can relate. Writing is so personal, that I think we all want to be accepted and understood when we put ourselves out there.

    I have considered that at some point I may need to be willing to take responsibility for my writing, but for the time being, I have enjoyed the luxury of processing my thoughts uncensored.

    robby,
    Near Detroit, Windsor is the only Canadian town I’m familiar with.

    Maybe you guys should consider a church plant here. I heard there’s a group of ex-charismatic refugees around here.

    chris,
    I have never wanted to be identified by those events. I was happy to put them under the blood of Jesus. I am grateful for the mercy and healing I have experienced since, and I hope that the difficult times have created compassion in me for others.

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