Here are some more answers to the questions asked on my blogaversary post.
Tracey and Jess asked about what my dream home would have to include and where I would like to live.
In a lot of ways, my current home is my dream home. It's 83 years old, has a wood-burning fireplace, crown moulding, a screened-in porch, and a small, in-ground pool in the backyard. The only problem is that it's becoming too small for our "growing" family. So, my dream home would be a bigger and "greener" version of what I have now. It would have solar panels, energy-efficient appliances, a master suite with a bathroom (our current bedroom is tiny and our house has only one bathroom), a finished basement for kid paraphernalia, and a huge kitchen (again, our current one is small). And I would definitely want my own Virginia Woolf-esque room of my own in which to read and work. Ideally, I would love to live on the water somewhere too. Something like this would suit me nicely.
Tracey also asked about my favorite book. It's Toni Morrison's Beloved. The book is absolutely incredible, and a testament to the powerful force of motherlove. I wrote my Master's thesis on it.
Finally, Tracey asked about my favorite time of year. Without a doubt, it's the Fall. Here in upstate New York, the colors of the leaves on the trees in autumn are nothing short of breathtaking. It's cool out without yet being freezing cold, and pre-Isabella, when I had ample time to do with as I chose, it used to be my favorite season for baking. I love all the fall spices: cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves, allspice. Crap, I'm hungry now.
Sasha asked how many serious relationships I had prior to getting married. The hubs and I started dating when I was 21, but we had been friends since I was about 16 years old and was working with him in the video department of the biggest grocery store chain in our area. Prior to the hubs, I dated my way through the store, which was a popular pastime of many kids working there. I wasn't the store skank, I promise!
I had a year-long relationship with a very nice cashier boy who met with and exceeded familial approval when I was 17. This was followed by a much shorter relationship with a very different sort of boy who worked in the video department with me (and coincidentally, also the hubs) whose approval never really arrived because he was into the goth scene and my very Catholic family no doubt believed he was burning Bible pages in his spare time.
So I guess the answer is two. Maybe 1.5?
More answers coming soon!