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A history of my world in 100 objects #19

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This is my favorite Christmas decoration. It has been since I was a little girl. My Nanee’s house was always a holiday wonderland, and most of her decorations were handmade. This was a gift from several years ago, a recreation if the one I remember playing with at her house in childhood.

This is one of my 100 objects because of more than the decoration itself. It encompasses so many of my childhood memories. Going to Nanee’s house to decorate was an annual tradition. I think about it every year around this time. I remember unpacking her boxes. Putting the decorations on the dozens of shelves that I swear that she had Poppy put up just for the holidays. Decorating her tree.

This decoration is my childhood.

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A history of my world in 100 objects #16-18

My Bible (a gift at my confirmation from Aunt Betsy), a statue of Mary and Jesus (a first communion gift) and “The Catechism of the Catholic Church.”

See if you can guess something about me, just from these three objects. I bet you can.

I may not be the best Catholic. I’m not in church every week. I haven’t read the Bible from cover to cover. I can’t recite scripture. But I am Catholic. I believe in one God, the Father. I believe in His Son, Jesus Christ. I believe in the Holy Spirit. I believe that Mary was conceived within original sin and that she was a virgin when she became pregnant with Jesus. I believe that Jesus rose from the dead. I believe he later ascended into heaven. I believe that the Pope and Bishops and Priests are here to help lead us on the path to righteousness. I believe that nothing I do will ever be “good enough” for God…but that He’ll always forgive me and love me, anyway.

These three objects are the most important to help and remind me along the way.

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A history of my world in 100 objects #15

I love reading. Love it. For as long as I can remember, I have devoured books. A good book becomes real for me because of my (over)active imagination. I laugh out loud, cry, fall in love, hate, worry, and smile while reading. I’ve been known to ignore everything and everyone for a good story.

These books aren’t favorites, or representative of my favorite genre. In fact, they’re my latest “to read” pile, which continues to grow faster than I can put a dent in it.

And that, of course, is as me as it gets.

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A History of My World in 100 Objects #14

My iPhone ate the post I had done last week with #14, and I was too discouraged to do it again.

That, therefore, brings me to a completely different fourteenth object than I had originally intended to write about:  my iPhone.

I’ve been planning to write about this one since I started the 100 objects project, but I wanted to wait until I got a good picture.  And do you have any idea how hard it is to get a good picture of your iPhone with your iPhone?  Now you now.

I consider myself fairly tech-saavy.  But I was never into cell phones like my sisters were.  In fact, I always just had the cheapest phone I could find, and rarely used it anyway.  I had never sent a text message before 2008 (and even then there were only a few of them).  I had never heard of an app.  I didn’t know what a smartphone was.

When we returned home from living overseas, my husband bought me an iPhone.  A love affair was born.

3 years later, and I still love my iPhone.  I carry it everywhere.  I do more on it now than I do on the computer, except for actual typing and writing.  I might be a little obsessed…but I’m not planning to give it up anytime soon.

Practical Uses for my iPhone

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A history of my world in 100 objects #13

We had dogs when I was growing up. Muffin and Chessie (a lhasa apdo and Chesapeake Bay retriever, respectively) were with my family from the time I was a little girl. However, they weren’t mine. Muffin was a family dog, and as happens in many households, the responsibility for her care fell upon my mother. I loved her (and miss her) but she was a family pet. Chessie was primarily my dad’s dog. An outside dog, whose bark was far worse than her bite and whose main job was to be a protector. She, too, has passed on now, and I miss pulling up to my old home and seeing her running around.

As an adult, I married a cat person. This appealed to me at the time. Tazz and Jinx are so self-sufficient. They do their own thing, don’t need walks or grooming, and come around when they want a cuddle. I love them…but no matter how much we’ve called them ours, they are Marcus’ cats. He’s their favorite.

I thought about Biscuit for about 6 months before we brought her home. I knew a puppy would change everything. And I knew Marcus wasn’t so keen on the idea. The girls were still young, a puppy’s a lot of work, and the responsibility for her would ultimately fall to me. I sort of wanted it that way.

We’ve had Biscuit for almost 6 months now. A puppy certainly is a big change and lots of work. But she’s my puppy. I love her. I don’t mind taking her out. I clean poop with gusto. I like buying her toys and treats. I enjoy her company and companionship. She’s worth it.

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A History of My World in 100 Objects #12

The minivan. I was so sad the day I had to purchase her. I hated letting go of my Highlander, which I’d loved since 2001. We tried to fit 3 carseats safely in the back, but the results weren’t what we were hoping for. We needed more storage. We needed more seats. We needed more room to breathe. We needed the minivan.

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After almost two years, I’ll admit to being a convert. I love the automatic doors, the room for eight, and the comfort. I have fallen for the ease.

I have turned to the dark side, in a way. And I have no plans to return.

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A History of My World in 100 Objects #10

Ah coffee…

Though I only became an addict in 2010 after my third child was born, I drank the occasional cup when we lived overseas. I adored the smell of coffee, even as a little girl. I can remember waking up after spending the night at my Nanee and Poppy’s house and smelling the coffee downstairs. I loved it, though the occasional sip, even with sugar and milk, was too bitter for me.

I guzzled soda in college while my friends drank coffee to help them survive all nighters. Now it’s a cup of coffee that I need at least once (often twice) a day to help me survive. Frothy milk is a favorite indulgence, but not required, as you can see below.

Everybody should believe in something. I believe I’ll have another coffee. ~Author Unknown

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A History of My World in 100 Object #9

I wasn’t into Lego as a kid like my own kids are today. I didn’t have the patience for complicated construction plans, or the necessary creativity and commitment to build something from start to finish without them, either.

But these guys are right up my alley.

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They were a gift from Anne and Phil, some of our best friends in the world (literally, as they’re from England).

One is me, one is Marcus, and one is a wrestler equipped to help us handle the girls when they’re unruly.

They sit on the kitchen windowsill, and bring a smile to my face every time I do dishes. With three kids, that’s pretty often.

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A History of My World in 100 Objects #8

Star Wars was the “it” movie for children growing up in the 80s, like I did. I watched episodes 4, 5, and 6 over and over again. I paid money to see them in the movie theater when they were re-released in the late 1990s. And I waited with baited breath for the release of the (somewhat disappointing) prequels.

I’ve tried to instill a love of the original trilogy, and the series as a whole, in my daughters. I want them to ache for hair buns like Princess Leia, grow up with a crush on Han Solo, and try to move objects using only their mind. So far, no success.

I won’t give up hope. After all, the force is strong in my family.

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A History of My World in 100 Objects #7

No matter the season or the weather, I’m never without my sunglasses. If they’re not blocking out the bright rays, they’re holding back my hair way better than a headband ever could (and cuter, too).

I’ve tried out various shapes and styles over the years. Marcus laughs, because I lose and break sunglasses so regularly that I tend to find a pair I like and buy 2, just in case. This is only financially feasible because they almost always come from Target.

Anyway, I’m happy with my new pair of shades. I doubt you’d recognize me without them.

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