A journey of a thousand miles…

I am addicted to the learning curve- yes seriously- I go through hobbies and interests like people go through paper plates.  I grew up an Army brat moving every 3 years, but have now lived in the same place for 20 years and the only way I can satisfy my need for change is to continuously learn.  While I LOVE it, I know it drives my family crazy because they can never pin down my likes.  Things that have NOT changed in my life, my love of adventure, reading and the color green.  When I fixate on a subject, I am all consumed by it, almost master it, then drop it like a bad habit.  It’s all very normal for me, but to outsiders, I’m sure I come across as flaky.  You want to a list of things I’ve explored?  Here goes…

  • certified beekeeper
  • belly dancing (2 yrs)
  • candle making
  • quilt making
  • beading
  • chickens (yes the ones that lay blue eggs just like Martha Stewart)
  • cooking- I still love this one
  • stone masonry
  • tile
  • remodeling houses
  • camping- still love this too- only it’s starting to feel like a lot of work
  • travelling- love to go, but LOVE to come home
  • costume making (won Halloween couple contest 2 years)
  • reading- never gets old
  • writing- this comes in waves
  • painting
  • stuffed animal making- short lived
  • gardening-flowers
  • gardening-produce
  • gardening-fruit trees
  • archeology
  • tubing
  • rafting
  • horseback riding
  • voice lessons
  • soap making
  • road tripping
  • National Parks

As you can see, the list is diverse and there is no connecting theme.  It’s just the way I’m built.  My current goals are to learn Mandarin & to learn 6 basic chords on the guitar.  I’ve attempted these several times, but want to get serious this time.  So, I’m going to watch Stephen Duneier’s TED Talk and get started.  Please hold me accountable!  I’ve got the Living Language course in Mandarin to follow and a Youtube series for guitar.  I’ll post updates on my progress which I hope you’ll cheer me on!

Why Chinese?  Well, I watched the series Firefly years ago and that started a spark, then just read Crazy Rich Asians and that has now got me fired up to learn.

Why guitar?  Well, let’s just say that when I run into Johnny Depp, I’d like to have something in common to talk about.  AND playing guitar is probably as cool as I will ever get since I am a straight up NERD.

Who Burnt Your Cornbread?

Who burnt your cornbread?

The question stopped me mid-rant. What was my 8yr old son talking about? I was telling my husband about some terrible series of unfortunate events that unfolded and how it ruined my whole day when my son sauntered in- in the middle of grown folks talking mind you- and asked me “Who burnt your cornbread?” He said it with, as my grandma would say “sass”. It was such an off-topic question that it snatched my full attention and he got the full effect of my laser focus. He did not flinch.

“What did you say?”

“Who burnt your cornbread?”

“What are you talking about? I’m telling daddy about my bad day. What does that have to do with cornbread?”

“Yeah I know, I could hear you all the way down the hall. That’s how I knew somebody done burnt yo’ cornbread.” (Imagine this last part said with some head swagger and double the sass.)

I got it now. Back in my day the catchphrase was “who pissed in your cornflakes?” but since no one eats cereal anymore- but they still eat cornbread because that will NEVER go out of style- the general sentiment has lived on, even if it has morphed slightly with southern flavor.

This realization quickly evolved into me wanting to learn more, so let me share the wealth of my knowledge.

Common usage and translation:

  • Who burnt your cornbread? / What are you so mad about?
  • He burnt your cornbread! / HA HA he got the last word- this is typically reserved for something hilarious

As a family, this has infiltrated our inside jokes and is always entertaining and useful; especially if someone is cranky for no reason. Even now, as I think back on the first time I heard that phrase, I can’t remember what I was so mad about, but I can remember being snapped out of anger and into a reverse teachable moment. So when you find yourself pissed and ranting like I was, reflect back on my story and imagine me asking with full sass “Who burnt your cornbread?” and then consider my second deeper philosophical question “Why did you let them in your kitchen?”