So let’s see…we’ve covered some childhood memories and how Matt and I met. Now what should we talk about?
Matt and I married after our junior year in college. I got a degree in Elementary Education…Matt got a degree in Biblical Studies. I taught first grade for a couple of years before Asa was born (in York). Justus and Elias were both born in Colorado where we lived for about four years. Malachi was born after we moved back to York. Matt worked as a youth minister for 13 years before we made a difficult decision (about a year and a half ago) not to be in employed ministry anymore.
I stay at home, cook a lot, homeschool the boys, and have a website (I guess you knew that already?)…and Matt is working for himself doing construction as well as coaching soccer in season.
The End.
Yeah, I realize I skipped a few details in there. Sorry. Some things are a little difficult to write about….and I seriously don’t want to bore you with a million details of the past 35 years. Plus…my Christmas break is almost over and I’m planning to get back to normal blogging stuff. Because, you know, reading my menu plans is much more exciting than reading about what my nick-name was in high school. ;)
Some of you have requested to hear more about my Christian upbringing, specifically about my relationship with my mom. I’d be happy to share! Just give me some time to work on those posts after I unpack and recover from being away from home and on the road for many, many long hours. (Has anybody seen my hairbrush?)
Let’s see…let me think of a few more random facts about my life to finish up this little series for now….
- Matt and I took a trip to West Africa after we’d been married for about 10 months. It was enlightening and life changing. We got to know God in a whole new way.
- I was a Stampin’ Up! demonstrator when we lived in Colorado and I loved it.
- My favorite color has always been, and as far as I know, always will be pink. I love pink.
- I had never seen a soccer game until I went to York College.
- My high school nick-name (that I’m going to go ahead and sheepishly tell you and then I’m going to crawl under a table) was Farba. I don’t know why. Maybe you should ask my brother Kevin. Or, maybe you shouldn’t. Oh…and if you are one of the people who actually know me in person and see me on any kind of regular or irregular basis…you are NOT…I repeat NOT allowed to start calling me that. Understand? Okay.
- I know you’re still laughing about my nick-name. Stop it. :)
- We aren’t planning on having any more babies. I had some weird uterus issues after my last two pregnancies (that you probably don’t want to hear about on a blog). We made the decision at that point that we probably better not take any chances. And well…nothing gets a person’s mind off of a weird nick-name than the mention of a uterus. Am I right?
Thanks for taking the time to read my short little chapter book about my life and memories. Feel free to ask more questions and I will be happy to share more about my life than you ever wanted to know.
If any of you had a crazy nick-name you’d like to share to make me feel better…please feel free to embarass yourself along with me in the comments!
Trixie says
Hi Laura!
Thanks for sharing all your learn about Laura posts — it’s neat to know more about a blogger. I mean that in a non-stalker-ish way : )
Take Care,
Trixie
http://farmhomelife.blogspot.com/
Erin says
Thanks for sharing some of your life details!
I don’t have a nickname to share, but I will share what my little sister and I called our older sister: Bubba. I have a cousin born the day before me and she has an older brother. When we were little and together constantly, she called him bubba, so I started calling my older sister that as well. It continued into adulthood and only stopped about the time I got married. She never minded, although I’m sure she appreciates that we don’t still call her that.
Becky Newson says
I’d totally take Farba over the nickname my dad gave me: El Lardo.
That was a crushing nickname… given to me because I happened to be the one who sat in a much-abused wicker chair the time that it finally decided to give in and break. I was always thicker-boned than my sisters, so the nickname was a little too close to reality to be even remotely funny. And it stuck. :(
I like learning more about you. I’m curious about your husband’s ministry experience, and what led him to change that. I’d also love to hear about your West Africa trip. And what your experiences were like as a professional teacher.
Ah, heck, I’m a sucker for details, aren’t I?
Debbie says
I was called Giraffe in high school because apparently people think I have a long neck. Um, whatever. At lease it wasn’t as bad as my poor husband’s nickname — Queenie. Oh the shame. :)
angie says
I love the fact that you opened up it always makes me smile to read your blog and now I will feel a little like I know you. Keep up the great work and Happy New Year!!
Nicky says
Piggy Bank and Toad …neither were for bad reasons.
Andrea in Alaska says
Wow, you glazed over a lot of serious stuff in this one. It’s okay, you can share what details you want to, but it makes me appreciate your huge smile and cheerful attitude even more knowing that life has not been a bed of roses for you. Thank you. Your blog is so encouraging to me. I am one week away from walking away from my public education job for life and am very excited that I can now put my time and energy into becoming a “heavenly homemaker” (as well as Mama). I am SO thankful that women like you are willing to teach younger women in all the things Titus 2 encourages. It doesn’t seem to happen enough in the real world, so I’ll thank God for the blog world and keep on learning. God bless you.
Pam says
Thank you so much for sharing about yourself. It’s a blessing to get to know you.
And, my husband surprised me with my very favorite Christmas present – he ordered some of your e-cookbooks and had them printed and spiral bound together. : ) I love that man!!!
Char @ DigiScrapChat says
Um…yeah.. that is the weirdest high-school nickname ever…
And I didn’t really have one in high school, but I did have a fun one from junior high. My friends and I were SO cool in 7th grade, and we all gave each other silly nicknames. Mine was CharBroil (pronounced with a “sh” sound just like my name… unless you are from Texas and then you are allowed to call me “ch”ar). I actually used Charbroil as my online chat name for a number of years (way back when the Internet first started..haha) until I finally dropped the “broil” part. It’s nice to just be Char. :-)
Marla says
Thanks for sharing so much about yourself. It’s fun to get to know the people behind the blogs. I too am a sucker for details, just like Becky said she was. I would be interested to know more about the whole baby thing. If you feed like sharing.
My wonderful nickname in high school was Marla Hooch. From the movie A League of Their Own which came out while I was in high school. Have any of you ever seen that movie? Marla (in the movie) was the not so beautiful, really akward girl. It was given to me by my boyfriends baseball friends. I hated that name! Even more so because they would shout it out in an announcer type voice every time they saw me. Ugh.
You gotta love those great high school memories. Don’t you wish you could just forget most of them? I do.
Donna says
Farba…uterus….what were we talking about? uuhh, okay! You’re channel-flip worked for me ;-)
I’ve loved LAL chapters!…and I hope there’s more!
Resigning from employed ministry….I believe that I can understand that one!
I do hope you’ll share more about that mission trip. I have friends in missions and I have been so blessed by their miraculous stories!
Roberta Anne says
Laura:
Thank you for sharing about your life. Nick name, sort of, my maiden name was Monia and the mean girls (every school has them) would say… you can tell by the smell its A Monia. Wow it still hurts all these many years later.
Roberta Anne
Shannon Fowler says
My last name was bad enough: Flotte (rhymes with HOT he he he) I was a swimmer, they called me Float or Floatie
My aunts called me pancake. (I was very skinny and flat chested till I had kids! LOL)
I’m pretty sure I would have rather been called Farba (oops, was I supposed to repeat that??) than pancake or floatie! ;)
Barbara says
My nickname was Gertrude, but I don’t know why . . . my brother and sister always made fun of my toes and to this day, I refuse to be barefoot around them.
I’ve enjoyed the LAL series – thanks for sharing!
MNKristy says
Just found your blog through Toni at the Happy Housewife and I really enjoyed all your “getting to know you” posts. Very interesting! I have subscribed to your blog and plan on coming back every day. Thanks! Blessings to you in 2009.
Darcie says
I just checked out your website for the first time and I love it! It’s nice to read about other homeschool moms and their silly nicknames! I think I can come pretty close to winning a prize with mine……….ready??? My dad had one for me “Boopie” other variations included “Booperowski” and “Booper”. Nice. Hope everyone enjoys!! :)