Friday, November 16, 2007

Friday's Feast One Hundred Sixty Nine

Appetizer
What was your first “real” job?

This is a great one. I got a part-time job in high school at Nature Foods warehouse. I started out as a packer and was promoted to assembler. What's funny is a friend of mine worked at the end of the line and I used to send him down pistachios and carob chips in my bins!! LOL

Soup
Where would you go if you wanted to spark your creativity? Either in my scrap/stamp room or to a class at my lss (local scrapbook store for you non scrappers!).

Salad
Complete this sentence: I am embarrassed when…

I walk into a room and everyone looks. I hate to be in front of a crowd. I like to blend in.

Main Course
What values did your parents instill in you?

Always tell the truth. If you don't have something nice to say, don't say anything. And it CAN be done.

My mom's family motto is from the following poem:

It Couldn't Be Done
Edgar Guest

Somebody said that it couldn't be done,
But he with a chuckle replied
That "maybe it couldn't," but he would be one
Who wouldn't say so till he'd tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
On his face. If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.

Somebody scoffed: "Oh, you'll never do that;
At least no one ever has done it";
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat,
And the first thing we knew he'd begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
That couldn't be done, and he did it.

There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
There are thousands to prophesy failure;
There are thousands to point out to you, one by one,
The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start to sing as you tackle the thing
That "cannot be done," and you'll do it.


Dessert
Name 3 fads from your teenage years.

Oooh, they've all made come backs recently! Low rise bell Bottom jeans, pheasant tops and wedge sandals.

19 comments:

Patti said...

Great dessert! Glad they have all come back ... I love them! Happy Friday!

Michelle said...

Oh boy, we are in fashion trouble if your 70's fashions are back. My 80's fashions are next! Great feast!

Anonymous said...

Great feast Michelle! You aren't that much older than me!

Jane said...

Great answers. We much be from the same era....wedge sandals, etc!!!!

h said...

Happy Feast Day. Great poem! Goethe wrote something similar but it doesn't rhyme in English. What the heck is a "pheasant top"?

Dallas Meow said...

I remember when I was about 15, and wedge shoes came in, my mom said - oh, fashions from the 40's are comng back.
I said, no, no these styles are NEW mom!
heh

Unknown said...

Peasant tops I love to dress my dd in....your mom has a great motto!!!! Awesome Feast!

Anonymous said...

loved your main course!! What a great first job.

Linda said...

Seems like all fashions come back in time. Great feast!!!

Stacy at Exceedingly Mundane said...

Great feast Michelle! Your first job sounds pretty cool :) And hey, I thought we were a lot alike... I like to blend in too. Can't stand being singled out or standing out in a crowd :)

Hope you have a great day and a wonderful weekend!

Michelle said...

Really enjoyed your feast! I've never heard that poem before, thanks for sharing!

Come join my feast too!

bundle-o-contradictions said...

Fab feastie!
Happy Friday. :)

~**Dawn**~ said...

I am right with you on the Salad! I hate to be the center of attention.

Tiffany Aller said...

Thank you for sharing the poem - great touch for your Friday's Feast! Thanks for visiting my blog - I'm so happy that I got to visit yours in return!

Anonymous said...

It was fun feasting here. Have a great weekend...

Anonymous said...

Great Feast. I love them poem. Your
mom was obviously a very smart lady.

Anonymous said...

Yup, the dessert's back again! =) Happy FF!

Liz said...

Great feast! Have a happy weekend!

Theresa said...

great poem from your mom, nice that you have that to remember.

Loved my bellbottom pants!

Have a great weekend!