angels in the outfield

about five years ago, in an interview, i was asked "if life is a baseball field, which position do you play?" after i got past my first reaction of "are you kidding me?" i softly said that i was in the outfield. i'm not the star, or the center of attention, but when something's thrown my way, i can be counted on.

two gracious bloggers this week, elisabeth from thimbles & things and jennifer from singing in the rain, have thrown a pitch my way. both have called my blog lovely, which is a gift in and of itself. both have called upon me to share a little about myself. to step onto the proverbial baseball diamond. and i promise, these answers will only be fractionally as cheesy as my interview ones. i didn't get the job, by the way. thank goodness.

1. i used to be obsessed with the dixie chicks and wanted to play the fiddle. i got one for christmas, and began lessons. at this elderly woman's house in the country. in her living room with cold hardwood floors and musty furniture. driving home with mama one day, it hit me. how immensely over the entire thing i was. just plain over it. we called the woman and explained, and she was honestly heartbroken. my brother uses the fiddle now as a makeshift banjo.

2. my handwriting changes every day. i've always wanted to be that girl with the pretty handwriting (teachers have the prettiest handwriting, have you noticed?), but i never was.

3. i completed my undergraduate degree in three years, hurrying to finish with robert so we could leave that college town, and start our life together. sitting in my advisor's office, she said, "so you're finishing early so you can go straight into your graduate school, right?" i just shook my head.

4. i once drove eight hours a week just to attend graduate classes at night at my alma mater. two hours away. it was horrible. never before have i felt the presence of the Lord so strongly tell me i was on the absolute wrong path. His hand on my heart was a physical sensation that could not be ignored, much to the chagrin of my proud self.

5. one time, robert and i drove overnight to go on a hot air balloon ride, cities away from school. we got there and the wind was too high, and they had to give us a rain check. we went to a corn maze instead. for anyone not from the south, a corn maze is exactly what you are picturing. a giant, human-sized maze. made of corn (maize, if you will).

i'm one of three children. my parents try to treat us all with the same respect, their mantra being "what you do for one, you do for all." so in the spirit of that tradition, i'm passing these accolades on to all of you. every single 272 of you.

tell me a little about yourself! baseball metaphors and all.