Ten things and a prayer

Sarah has done a "ten things about me" meme. Since she's a Wesleyan, she has issued an open invitation. And though the invitation was open to all, I am feeling the irresistible internal call to complete the meme. I will therefore persevere and bring the meme into completion.

I am trying very hard to think of something I haven't told you all before (isn't that exciting?). But after blogging for nearly four years, there's bound to be a few repeats.

Ten things about Staci:

1. Six percent of my high school graduating class was named Staci. Four different spellings. I was the oldest, so I maintain that everyone else's parents copied off my parents. Sort of like the couple in town who named their daughter the same name as my daughter two months after she was born. Not that I'm bitter or anything.

2. I once injured my knee while getting into a car wearing a fitted skirt and high heels. It required several weeks in a knee immobilizer and physical therapy. The doctor wanted to do surgery but I wouldn't let him because my wedding was coming up. Even though the knee isn't quite right to this day, my current doctor says refusing surgery was a very good move on my part.

3. I played the flute from 4th through 8th grade.

4. I was such a geeky child that in 4th grade I made a list of every country in the world, their capital, and unit of currency.

5. Eating pork with pineapples on it gives me a terrible headache. I can eat both separately, but eating them together gives me a headache every time. When I informed my mother this when I was ten she thought I was trying to get out of eating supper and made me eat it. I think I have emerged without any major emotional scars.

6. When I was five I thought having a dressing table that turned (like Batgirl) would be the coolest thing in the world.

7. I rarely forget a face.

8. People who call me by name when I'm with my husband don't recognize me when I'm alone. It's the only drawback to having a handsome husband that I've encountered so far.

9. When I was in third grade my friend Sherry and I got in trouble for playing a trick on her little sister. Since her father was the pastor of the church my brother-in-law's family attended, I worried for weeks that he would mention our transgression from the pulpit.

10. I would rather do about anything than go clothes shopping. I honestly go to the dentist more often than I go clothes shopping.

My Weekend Warrior project is finished. I'm not posting a picture because I now have the contents of the storage closet emptied out on the floor of the schoolroom, and even I have limits as to what I will post.

Rebecca is doing a series of posts this month on intercessory prayer. There are a lot of prayers for serious things: illnesses, surgeries, children. I pray for all those things, too, but this week I'm also praying for the energy to get all the closets cleaned out. My five-year-old asked me yesterday why I was "messing up the whole house." So far, it hasn't been pretty.