{"id":377,"date":"2004-10-30T07:03:02","date_gmt":"2004-10-30T05:03:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.breigh.com\/wordpress\/archives\/377"},"modified":"2010-02-02T15:55:11","modified_gmt":"2010-02-02T13:55:11","slug":"girl-next-door","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/archives\/377","title":{"rendered":"Girl Next Door"},"content":{"rendered":"

I am the girl next door…I wonder how many people are laughing or shouting rebuttles to that statement right now. I know I sure was when I saw the result of the latest of the Dumb Quizzes<\/a> I did. I was visiting Tanya’s Blog<\/a> and saw a “What Kind of Girl Are You?” quiz and couldn’t resist. When I saw my result I gasped and rolled my eyes, what on earth would make them think I<\/strong> of ALL<\/strong> people could be called the Girl Next Door<\/a>.<\/p>\n

I decided to go and actually read the little blurb and sure enough, it really is<\/strong> me! I AM THE GIRL NEXT DOOR! *Gasp* Here’s what it said that had me nailed:<\/p>\n

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The Girl Next Door is from a small town, a large family, or both. She still has a healthy dose of what people ’round these parts call “family values.” She calls her grandparents every Sunday and she’s got her mom on speed dial. The Girl Next Door likes an uncomplicated life filled with the simple pleasures of family, home, kids, and food.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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So true so true.. I come from a small town, on a small island and a very close family. The only thing I can say that isn’t true is that I don’t call my grandparents every Sunday. That’s only because most of them are dead and the one that is still alive isn’t very talkative. hehe When I was still living back home and my nana’s were alive I used to go to one for lunch on Sunday and the other for dinner. Man, I wanna be a kid again and I want my nana’s back!<\/p>\n

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She may not actually live on a farm, but she tends to keep a menagerie. Asked to choose between a dog and a cat, she generally won’t. What’s a good guard dog without a mouser to keep it company?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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I’d try to deny this one but anyone who’s ever looked at my gallery, spoken to me or been to my house would easily counter that argument.<\/p>\n

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The defining characteristics of the Girl Next Door are simplicity and tradition. Simplicity means that, unlike the Academic Girl, she’s really not that interested in the great questions that keep philosophers up at night. When she can sit in the kitchen, drinking coffee, eating shortbread cookies with a friend, and listening to the cat purr on top of the radiator, what else is there to life? What else, indeed.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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This is definately true. So often I feel ignorant because I don’t follow politics and I don’t really have the same thirst for academic knowledge that other people do. I want to know about things that relate to me and my life, but don’t stock my head full of useless (to me) facts about every painter on earth or every different word on earth for tree. I often envy academic girls but I really just am not one of them. I guess some people would see being “simple” as a bad thing, but there are plenty of other things I can talk about. I don’t think that I’m any less intelligent than people who can tell you the name of all ___ (I don’t even know how many there were) presidents of the United States or the migrating patterns of a Canadian Goose. If I could spend my life being a mom, building a home and a family, hanging around with friends just chatting about life I’d be perfectly happy. ESPECIALLY if there was cookies!<\/p>\n

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She Might Be a Girl Next Door if:<\/p>\n

She drives: a good, solid American car — a Ford Taurus, Chevy Cavalier, or Dodge Stratus.
\nShe can talk for more than ten minutes about: her family’s holiday traditions.
\nShe begins her sentences with: “my mother says…”
\nShe’d never: go to a rave.
\nShe owns any of the following: scrapbooks, heirloom quilts, a Bible, family recipes, her grandmother’s engagement ring.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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My first car was a Mercury Topaz, which is one step down from a Ford Taurus.
\nFamily holiday traditions? Don’t even get me started..
\nMy mother says it’s only a matter of time until I get pregnant.
\nRaves? Eww.. I hate crowds!
\nI do not own a bible. I do, however, own a scrapbook, quilts, family recipes and my grandmother’s engagement ring.<\/p>\n

This is one part that I think doesn’t really describe me:<\/p>\n

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She is caring and warm, welcoming and friendly. Anybody in your office ever bring in chocolate chip cookies? You got yourself a Girl Next Door.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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Yeah ok I may be caring and all that other crap (Yeah I am I swear!) but come on, like I’d share my chocolate chip cookies. They’ve got to be kidding!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I am the girl next door…I wonder how many people are laughing or shouting rebuttles to that statement right now. I know I sure was when I saw the result of the latest of the Dumb Quizzes I did. I was visiting Tanya’s Blog and saw a “What Kind of Girl Are You?” quiz and …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[3],"class_list":["post-377","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","","category-randoms","tag-quizzes"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/377","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=377"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/377\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3315,"href":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/377\/revisions\/3315"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=377"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=377"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.canadutch.nl\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=377"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}