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prev home archive next Momentary Thought I must be getting old. Sometimes I wake up in the morning, and all I have to do is move just *slightly* and I tweak something; back, neck; out of commission. High/Low High: I actually dragged my butt out of bed this morning and went for a run. Low: Ow. My neck. Current Obsession Finding a pedometer, and an itty bitty radio I can jog with. Grin Source In Atlanta, not only is it illegal to tie your giraffe to a telephone pole but if you get caught dressing a mannequin without shutting the window shades, you could be in big trouble. "Strange Laws" Singing But she caught me on the counter (It wasn't me) Saw me bangin' on the sofa (It wasn't me) I even had her in the shower (It wasn't me) She even caught me on camera (It wasn't me) Shaggy - "It Wasn't Me" Storyteller Bio Dramatis Personnae Who I Read Recipes |
That kid that knocked over the ficus plant and dumped damp dirt all over the cream colored carpet? That wasn't me. That was my imaginary friend, Jenny. But the kid that cleaned it up? That was me. The month that I neglected to go to band practice in sixth grade, without telling my grandmother that I had quit? It wasn't me, it was the little devil whispering in my ear. But the kid that was grounded? That was me. The year that I just couldn't lose in eventing, and kept winning blue ribbon after blue ribbon, reserve champion, and champion? That *couldn't* have been me. It was because of a summer of excellent instructors. But the young lady who stammered her thanks and blushed furiously at the judges? That was me. The 17-year-old idiot who thought it was a good idea to get married to the absolutely *wrong* person? That wasn't me. I have no idea who that was. But the girl who woke up on the morning of the wedding with a profound sense of dread? That was me. The woman who divorced his sorry butt six years later? It wasn't me. It was someone much braver, much stronger. But the woman who learned how to shoot, just in case? That was me. The project that implemented successfully and saved the company thousands of dollars? It wasn't because of me. It was because of the team of people who worked out all the details. But the person who lead the team, and came in early, and left late, and nominated the other team members for an award? That was me. The person who stood before her beloved and spoke with raised voice, heightened temper, heated frustration? That wasn't me. That was a chick who heard but didn't listen, spoke but didn't think. The woman who apologized and accepted apologies, and who vowed to listen, and to understand? That was me. The woman who had no confidence in her own abilities and waited in fear every time she made a move; for the displeasure to be evidenced, for the voice to be raised, for the ridicule to begin? That was her. The woman who overcame all of that to realize her self worth and competence? That's all me, baby. The person who learned how to take care of herself - me. The person who advanced her career and made herself marketable - me. The woman who attracted a soul-mate, admiring of her intellect, needful of her heart, warmed by her spirit - me. The woman who juggles responsibilities to home, family, and career with fewer and fewer dropped balls - me. The woman who still feels uncomfortable in taking any positive credit for anything - that'd be me, too. I've had a problem all my life taking credit for the things that I deserve to take credit for. Brushing off a thanks with "it was no big deal", even if it *was* a big deal. Insisting that congratulations weren't deserved, to the point where my protestations began to severely annoy the people around me. Stepping into the background to allow someone else to stand in the foreground. But it's not always because of someone else that something is successful. It's not always because of blind luck that things turn out right. It's not always coincidence, or happenstance, that the stuff that I do turns out right. Sometimes it's because of me. |
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Michael's Update Box
Had a conversation with Doogie last night that lasted an hour and a half, with Calvin and I each on an extension, about what Michael is going through and what to expect while he's in the military. A wealth of knowledge, Doogie is! |