There was a lady with shiny hair, glasses and a cool green purse. She was a go-getter, a trend setter in the worst possible fashion and a dedicated book lover. She had the perfect little family and a sporty little sedan, she was happy.
Life was not always so.........once upon a time she was a military wife who struggled to make ends meet, who learned to pinch a penny in the times that the ends wouldn't meet and take care of her little ones when The Man was gone. He was gone alot.
She started out sassy as a little child and as the years added to her face and body, she just kept growing in personality and attitude. She learned pretty early that being a people pleaser was just too damn much work and so she became as stubborn as the day is long. Eventually people quit being shocked over this and just excepted her as she was, or ignored her.
She has moved alot, held alot of jobs and generally became an expert in unpacking and setting up her house in four days or less. She wound up with some awesome employment opportunities and has seen her career grow fruitful.
She stands on her faith when times are good, hands in the air in thanks and on her knees when things are rough. She probably leans too heavily on The Lord at times but he plows the road and she follows, whatever the road looks like.
She indulges way too much in her book collection, she ignores the bowflex and has a cookie instead. She hasn't watched an entire movie in years, she always falls asleep in the middle or picks up a book to read discreetly. She is addicted to Dr. Pepper, cigs and baths. She seriously has at least two baths a day, oh and a morning shower. Baths cure everything, sad? Take a bath... crampy? Take a bath..... bored? Take a bath...... see how simple it is really? Baths are the answer.
She still hasn't managed to lose the 15 lbs of baby fat since having the baby, who is now 5. She alternates betweeen clothing sizes so frequently that she has her closet divided into three sections...seriously.
She loves to work and loves her work. She logs into her network at least once before bed to make sure things are still under control. She carries two cell phones and can tell by the way the purse vibrates, which one is ringing, personal or work. If she calls and chats with you to catch up, she is either cleaning her house (i.e. scrubbing the oven, laundry, cleaning tubs) or in the bathtub. You'll never know.....she is a pro at disguising this. She'll tell you that she is doing nothing if you ask.
She loves her kids more than life itself, but finds the rate at which they are growing very scary. She is constantly reading up on information on how to better handle any issues that may come up kid wise. She constantly tells her oldest that she will gather up all the things not cleaned up in her room and have a garage sale, but never does. She sometimes bangs her head on the arm of the couch after having a conversation with the baby, whose thought process is quite abstract.
She believes that we are not alone. Because really, who are we to be that selfish and think that God created just poor little ole us in the big old galaxy we live in. However, she isn't sure about UFO's, Area 51 or Bigfoot. She believes in angels and demons. She loves vampire novels but doesn't believe they live among us. She doesn't believe in reincarnation, because that is selfish, we get one shot, one shot is more than we deserve, do the best that you can with it. She does believe in ancient civilizations like Atlantis. She believes that everything comes in cycles, from weather to the path of nations.
She will never be famous. She is completely comfortable with that. She wants most to grow old with her hubs and look back over her life and nod. She is comfortable with the idea of death, she just wants to see her kids grow up first please. She won't leave her kids for any amount of time without a handwritten will left with her mom for safe-keeping. She believes in destiny.
She is I and I am she.
I'm okay with that.
(Written for a class assignment, I occassionally re-read this as I find it gives me strength)
Friday, February 29, 2008
Once Upon A Time....
