My History
I was thinking... here you sit reading this blog about me and my thoughts...my crazy random thoughts and I really haven't given you any type of background about myself. So who am I? This is really a tricky question to answer, as I am not entirely sure who I am from one minute to the next. I will do my best to give you some insight without boring you to death...
~ My place of origin. I am from the tobacco crazed city of Winston-Salem, NC. Yes, the headquarters of RJR ....the Piedmont triad itself. With that said, I cried like a baby the day I found out my high school crush smoked...literally. He offered to take me up to the gas station to grab a Gatorade before practice and when he lit up in the car you would have thought my dog had just died. How in the WORLD could this amazing older athlete hunk of a boy smoke?? Surely this was impossible, how could he become addicted to something that was basically a death wish. (Needless to say we never dated...he probably thought I was a lunatic) I will admit when I was in college I decided to try cigarette once or twice.... of course forgetting to inhale both times. I hated it and I am glad it never became anything more than what it was. Now I am certified to teach Smoking Cessation Classes and help others break the addiction. But back to NC... what can I say....in W-S we are proud of our cigarettes.
~ My genes. My parents are the best. They have always been there for me. I was raised in a very strict environment. My father was a police officer, if that tells you anything. I now look back and understand why my parents made some of the decisions they did, for my sister and I. Some people might say we were sheltered as children/teenagers, and yes they are probably right, but I enjoyed every minute of my childhood. I would much rather have strict parents who are concerned for my well being than parents that just want to be your best friend. While we are on the subject of family, I have one little sister....and believe me that's enough. Her name is Meagan (pronounced May-gen...for all of you that have been mispronouncing it for years) I am very proud of her. She is recently engaged to a great guy named Jason. They are to be married in Charleston next summer. I do feel sorry for him because he doesn't quite know what he is in for. Between my dad, my sisters obsession with organization, our out of control large family gatherings (especially around holidays), my moms driving and me the soon to be crazy sister in law, he might want to reconsider his options. LOL...just kidding! I am glad to call them all family.
~ My sidekicks. Geez...I don't even know where to begin when it comes to my friends. At this point in my life, the friendships I have are very much a Hodge Podge. (Bet you weren't expecting that word...its the NC coming out of me) I have a handful of friends that I am close with...some from High school, some from College, and some since I have become a "grownup." Some of the friendships surprise even myself, in a good way of course. I do not know where I would be without my friends... possibly in a mental institute. Seriously, they are the best! What I like most about them...they are all so different. They would do anything for me and I would do anything for them. "Over the years we pick and choose who we want to remain close to, and once we have chosen those people, we tend to stick close by. The people that are still with you at the end of the day, those are the ones worth keeping." My friends...are worth keeping!
~ My Life. (Ok here is where I get on my soap box) Well, I am alive and breathing so I cant really complain. I am thankful - thankful for my health, my family, my friends, my job, my dog, and the clothes on my back. I am thankful for the ability to play Frisbee football, to have SUCH an abundance of random things that I need to have a yard sale, to bungee jump off of a cliff in New Zealand, and to be able to celebrate the holidays. I think we often take things for granted and focus on the disappointments in life when we should be celebrating what we do have. Everyday is chance to meet new people, experience new things and to make new memories. (ok I am stepping off my soap box now)
This is a little bit about me...."My History", so to speak. Our history is what shapes us...and guides us. So we have to remember sometimes the most important history is the history we are making today."
~ My place of origin. I am from the tobacco crazed city of Winston-Salem, NC. Yes, the headquarters of RJR ....the Piedmont triad itself. With that said, I cried like a baby the day I found out my high school crush smoked...literally. He offered to take me up to the gas station to grab a Gatorade before practice and when he lit up in the car you would have thought my dog had just died. How in the WORLD could this amazing older athlete hunk of a boy smoke?? Surely this was impossible, how could he become addicted to something that was basically a death wish. (Needless to say we never dated...he probably thought I was a lunatic) I will admit when I was in college I decided to try cigarette once or twice.... of course forgetting to inhale both times. I hated it and I am glad it never became anything more than what it was. Now I am certified to teach Smoking Cessation Classes and help others break the addiction. But back to NC... what can I say....in W-S we are proud of our cigarettes.
~ My genes. My parents are the best. They have always been there for me. I was raised in a very strict environment. My father was a police officer, if that tells you anything. I now look back and understand why my parents made some of the decisions they did, for my sister and I. Some people might say we were sheltered as children/teenagers, and yes they are probably right, but I enjoyed every minute of my childhood. I would much rather have strict parents who are concerned for my well being than parents that just want to be your best friend. While we are on the subject of family, I have one little sister....and believe me that's enough. Her name is Meagan (pronounced May-gen...for all of you that have been mispronouncing it for years) I am very proud of her. She is recently engaged to a great guy named Jason. They are to be married in Charleston next summer. I do feel sorry for him because he doesn't quite know what he is in for. Between my dad, my sisters obsession with organization, our out of control large family gatherings (especially around holidays), my moms driving and me the soon to be crazy sister in law, he might want to reconsider his options. LOL...just kidding! I am glad to call them all family.
~ My sidekicks. Geez...I don't even know where to begin when it comes to my friends. At this point in my life, the friendships I have are very much a Hodge Podge. (Bet you weren't expecting that word...its the NC coming out of me) I have a handful of friends that I am close with...some from High school, some from College, and some since I have become a "grownup." Some of the friendships surprise even myself, in a good way of course. I do not know where I would be without my friends... possibly in a mental institute. Seriously, they are the best! What I like most about them...they are all so different. They would do anything for me and I would do anything for them. "Over the years we pick and choose who we want to remain close to, and once we have chosen those people, we tend to stick close by. The people that are still with you at the end of the day, those are the ones worth keeping." My friends...are worth keeping!
~ My Life. (Ok here is where I get on my soap box) Well, I am alive and breathing so I cant really complain. I am thankful - thankful for my health, my family, my friends, my job, my dog, and the clothes on my back. I am thankful for the ability to play Frisbee football, to have SUCH an abundance of random things that I need to have a yard sale, to bungee jump off of a cliff in New Zealand, and to be able to celebrate the holidays. I think we often take things for granted and focus on the disappointments in life when we should be celebrating what we do have. Everyday is chance to meet new people, experience new things and to make new memories. (ok I am stepping off my soap box now)
This is a little bit about me...."My History", so to speak. Our history is what shapes us...and guides us. So we have to remember sometimes the most important history is the history we are making today."
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