As a single 30 something I have yet to have children of my own. So tonight will I was babysitting my 5 year old nephew and my 2 year old niece, I was reminded just how simple life really is. Yes the bills have to be paid, work has to be done and laundry always needs folding but what really makes the world livable?
We had just finished up dinner and as I was loading the dishwasher, Timmy, asked to listen to his favorite singer, Michael Jackson. Granted, in his 5 years he has been known to think Beiber is awesome and Selena Gomez is of course "hot" so when he asked to listen to a little Michael, I was happy with the request. As Pandora loaded on the fancy thinking box, Rilynn asked "dance"? At 2, her speech is advanced but we are usually limited to one or two word questions and answers. So to answer her question I said "sure". Just as Smooth Criminal began to fill the living room, her tiny little hand with her pretty little pink polished nails reached out for mine.
For the next half hour or so, I danced through the living room like a little girl with my niece and my nephew, as they laughed, smiled and filled my heart with Joy! The dishes could wait, the world could end and I'd be just fine because I had an evening of belly laughs that that made me smile!
Saturday, October 8, 2011
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Just an Ordinary Girl. Or am I?
My entire life I have been that blue eyed, blonde haired girl. With that said, most people assume that I was a cheerleader and pledged a sorority. Most think I have no culture, no mystery, no secrets. I don't claim to have been mistreated based on my hair or eye color or even the color of my skin. But I have been misjudged.
While many little girls were sporting tiaras and tutus and playing tea party with their dolls, I was wearing dungarees and climbing trees. I remember days of coming in from the yard for lunch and mom rolling her eyes because I had grass stains or mud on my cute little ironed dresses. When all my "girly" friends wanted to be cheerleaders, I begged my parents to play soccer.
Most weekends in High School and even College were spent with my nose in a book. Usually not the book I should have been highlighting and taking notes on, but instead a book I could lose myself for hours in. I was not the typical party girl and I didn't always make friends easily. I would later attribute this to my sneaky suspicions that although everyone has potential to be kind hearted...not everyone uses that potential.
So recently when I was asked what I did for a living and I explained my occupation to this potential "date", I didn't take kindly to the phrase "oh your just a secretary"? No I am not just a secretary. I am a women. A women who worked her ass off as to earn a Bachelors Degree from an accredited college. A women who shortly after college worked her ass off to get through the police academy and graduate to become a Police Officer. I am a women who once stared down the barrel of a shot gun and was able to keep my cool long enough to talk the offender out of using said firearm. I am a women who has helped family and friends and even complete strangers in times of need. I am a women who loves and loves hard but will never love you again if crossed. I am a women that is strong, can wear a great set of heels, walk in them and still wrestle big tough guys to the ground if necessary. So next time a "date" asks me what I am...I'll let him know I am a women and it doesn't get much better then that!
While many little girls were sporting tiaras and tutus and playing tea party with their dolls, I was wearing dungarees and climbing trees. I remember days of coming in from the yard for lunch and mom rolling her eyes because I had grass stains or mud on my cute little ironed dresses. When all my "girly" friends wanted to be cheerleaders, I begged my parents to play soccer.
Most weekends in High School and even College were spent with my nose in a book. Usually not the book I should have been highlighting and taking notes on, but instead a book I could lose myself for hours in. I was not the typical party girl and I didn't always make friends easily. I would later attribute this to my sneaky suspicions that although everyone has potential to be kind hearted...not everyone uses that potential.
So recently when I was asked what I did for a living and I explained my occupation to this potential "date", I didn't take kindly to the phrase "oh your just a secretary"? No I am not just a secretary. I am a women. A women who worked her ass off as to earn a Bachelors Degree from an accredited college. A women who shortly after college worked her ass off to get through the police academy and graduate to become a Police Officer. I am a women who once stared down the barrel of a shot gun and was able to keep my cool long enough to talk the offender out of using said firearm. I am a women who has helped family and friends and even complete strangers in times of need. I am a women who loves and loves hard but will never love you again if crossed. I am a women that is strong, can wear a great set of heels, walk in them and still wrestle big tough guys to the ground if necessary. So next time a "date" asks me what I am...I'll let him know I am a women and it doesn't get much better then that!
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
New to Blogging
So I introduced myself today to the World of Twitter. As I looked around I started adding people and organizations to follow. Ok, I must admit I began to get overwhelmed and went crazy adding everything from political organizations to Tom's Shoes, which I must admit are a great idea but for shoe lovers like me, not so pretty. I had witnessed friends and acquaintances who received the most up to date tweets and was determined to be in the know. As I skipped along my new BFF, Twitter, I added my cell phone number thinking this was the way to stay informed. Needless to say I had to step away for a brief time to do some "work"...but I got the itch a short time later and reached for my phone. There rested 32 messages and an immediate need to delete my number!
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