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If You Really Knew Me…

Wheat fields

I love lists and I’ve seen these list posts floating around on blogs (such as here and here), so I thought I’d give it a whirl.

If you really knew me…

… you would know that I cannot scream. You know, the high-pitched horror movie variety. I can’t do it. I try and try and the most I can muster is a loud manly yell.

… you would know that I was born and raised on the prairies (Manitoba, Saskatchewan and Alberta). And though I left as soon as I could, it’s the landscape that I miss the most. I’m at home in oceans of wheat fields under giant skies.

… you would know that I haven’t eaten at McDonald’s since 2001. Not even a french fry. It’s more for political reasons than health concerns (I’m trying to put my money where my mouth is). To make this boycott fun, my bestie and I have a bet to see who can resist temptation the longest.

… you would know that I’m ridiculously insecure and very anxious person. Generally only the people closest to me are privileged enough to see all the cracks in my foundation (sorry guys).

… you would know that I’m not a foodie. At all. I just don’t care. I’m happy with cheese and crackers and a side of sliced up dill pickle.

… you would know that I hate making business phone calls. Doctors appointments, dentists, restaurants – I won’t even order pizza. I have to bribe Gino to do it. I’m not shy; I just feel like I’m bothering people for some odd reason.

… you would know that I’m tired of people asking me if Caio “does his nights”. No he doesn’t, and a 4-month-old breast fed baby SHOULD be waking up to feed at least twice during the night. So no, he is not manipulating me, and no, I’m not spoiling him by meeting his basic nutritional requirements. Ba-hum-bug.

… you would know that I grew up poor. We were the family that received food hampers at Christmas. I remember when I was 6, my dad took us to pick up pop cans on the side of the highway so we could recycle them in order to buy milk. My parents weren’t drug addicts or bums – our financial situation was a result of a business arrangement gone bad. Living below the poverty line never carried any shame for me until high-school (being poor in oil-rich small town Alberta makes you stand out like a tree on the prairies).


If you’ve done one of these posts, please paste the link below. I’d love to read it :)

About the photo above: I took this photo last summer during our road trip across Canada. It’s the backyard view I had growing up in Saskatchewan. Gino’s reaction: “I’ve never seen anything so flat in my life”. Welcome to the prairies my love :).


  • nova - You forgot to mention the big skies. :) It’s what I miss most.ReplyCancel

    • cocomama - And the thunderstorms. Unbeatable :)ReplyCancel

  • Sasha - love this- i knew all but two- I see this as a sign we need to spend more time togetherReplyCancel

  • julie (xfallenmoon) - ahah. my brother used to live in edmonton. he would say: “you can lose your dog and still see it.” i thought it was pretty funny.ReplyCancel

  • Marilyn - I can relate to being poor, Rochelle ( I know you wont beleive me but its true!!!) Well, we never missed out on food because we grew our own! ( vegetables and animals) and face it, my family is italian, food is never an issue!lol I often got hand-me-downs for x-mas and took showers at friends houses because we sometimes had no electricity. As you know I had a sick father, the little money we had was to pay for his treatments and keep him alive. Gos bless his soul and your heart, Rochelle! I love to read your blog, XXXReplyCancel

    • cocomama - Marilyn I had no idea! I think living it poverty makes us interesting people – as they say “necessity is indeed the mother of invention” and imagination I think :)ReplyCancel

  • Scarlett - I love this type of post…
    I’ve also nominated you for the Liebster Award…..check out my post to see what it is all about.

  • denise frost-moore - hi Rochelle, I too grew up poor and if it weren’t for my grandma, Dennis & I wouldn’t have enjoyed things like Hockey, skating, baseball or camp. it’s cause of my grandma that we never went hungry. I got hand-me downs too and it was soo embarrassing as I went to school with the girls used to wear those clothes. I remember when I was 14 and in the 8th grade and my mom told me that Christmas was cancelled cause they couldn’t afford to buy us presents :( well it got back to my classmates and that was soo embarrassing and we did get Christmas but only cause our mom lied to usReplyCancel

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