Rules:Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you (or just couldn't think of anyone else likely to do it).
1. I've moved more times in my life than anyone I know. (38 times and I'm only 34 years old)
2. I have the three most beautiful kids in the world, but have never conceived a child nor given birth. Ironically, I'm always told that my middle child looks exactly like me.
3. For the first ten years after leaving high school I spent more time living outside of the US than inside. Would be nice if I could keep that up, however with kids that won't be happening any time soon.
4. One of my biggest pet peeves is poor spelling. I can deal with typos but poor spelling and the misuse of words such as too and to, or were, where, we're, etc drives me absolutely crazy.
5. I started working at my company in 1999 and still feel like a total noobie when it comes to the work. I ask myself often when I will no loner feel this way.
6. I have a degree in music education and was once placed second best university clarinetist in the state, I haven't touched my clarinet for anything serious in years and still hope to one day be a guest soloist for the Utah Symphony.
7. I have four sisters and no brothers, yet 98% of my closest friends are all males...Women tend to drive me crazy.
8. Poor parenting in public places drives me crazy and I never hesitate to tell children off who behaving poorly, such as shoving past people, talking overly loud, or just being out right obnoxious. I don't care if I know the children or their parents or not. This has gotten me into trouble with parents in the past but hey, if you taught your child manners then I, a total stranger, wouldn't have to.
9. It only occurred to me in the last couple of weeks that when I wear heels I'm nearly six feet tall. I never realized how freaking tall I am. I always thought I was of average height.
10. It never ceases to amaze me why people at the airport all just stand in lines for hours waiting to get on the plane. And that they all stand up right when the plane lands just to stand there and wait for the people in front of them. Stay seated until it's your turn...I'm just saying.
11. I enjoy crying and am not ashamed of it.
12. I absolutely love Karaoke!
13. I believe in love! I believe in falling in love and despite many a broken heart, I enjoy the feeling of falling in love and being in love and hope that I never become hardened and disbelieve in love.
14. I want my girls to know that they can be happy, healthy women and that their happiness should never be dependent upon anyone else. It can be shared with someone else but not be dependent upon anyone else.
15. I had an amazing person enter my life about a year ago who helped me realize within myself what I just mentioned in number 14. I will be eternally grateful to him!
16. I forgot who Alison was for several years of my adult life. That will never happen again to me.
17. I believe that every person has the right to marry whomever they choose!
18. Life is so much better when pets are not involved. I don't believe in having pets.
19. I still get ID'd and love it!
20. My worst ever injury is a cut on my finger that required two stitches while in the third grade.
21. My parents nearly gave me the middle name of Sariah. Alison Sariah Smith...great initials huh?
22. My oldest daughter does have the middle name Sariah. Anastasia Sariah Smith...her birth parents didn't think about the initials like mine did.
23. I do my laundry at the laundry-mat...would rather spend the money and have it all done in just over an hour than to face an unending battle of laundry.
24. I was in girl scouts from the age of 6 until 18 (?)
25. Just like Mary Poppins, I'm practically perfect in every way!
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Monday, January 5, 2009
A Loaf of Bread, a Container of Milk and a Stick of Butter
For those of you old enough to remember this little clip from Sesame Street it should bring back good memories. Those of you not old enough (or perhaps too old?) can go to youtube and check it out.
I’m not one to make New Years resolutions. My memory isn’t good enough to remember what I ate for breakfast, let alone to remember a list of things I want to accomplish for an entire year! My life is in pretty good shape and I’m happy about what I’ve been able to accomplish with it. No things aren’t perfect; I could eat healthier; I could be a bit thinner; I could be in a nice, supportive, long-term relationship, I could be a better mother. But, really, who does have everything? The thing is, I’m happy with what I do have.
Looking back at who I was a year ago and who I am now I can see a drastic difference between the two people. I’m much happier, satisfied and content with me just being me. At the beginning of 2008 I hadn’t slept for a few months and was in full-on depression state. My failing marriage had come to a head and things had quickly left my grasp and I didn’t know what I was going to do or how I would continue on. So, I set up a mantra for myself for the remainder of the year.
Life is shit; just try to get through it without getting too much of it on you. That was my goal and something that I tried to remind myself of repeatedly throughout the year, especially when times seemed especially bleak. And, I succeeded. In fact, I got through the shit of life smelling quite sweetly, if I do say so myself.
So, I decided to set myself a new mantra for 2009. One that is slightly more positive. “A loaf of bread, a container of milk, and a stick of butter”. The young lady in this skit knew what it was that she needed to pick up from the store. She repeated it over and over to herself so when she got to the store she knew exactly what it is she wanted.
Like this young lady, I know what it is I want out of life. I think that I’ve always known. But, about ten years ago I started dating and, with the dating, for some unknown reason, started losing myself. I began being a person I thought the men in my life wanted me to be and in so doing, I lost who I was. I lost myself. Well, didn’t really lose, but forgot who it was that I really am.
Last year was a time of re-discovery. I owe a lot of this to one particular person in my life…and if you’re reading this, I’m sure you know who you are ;) You helped me to realize that I can be happy with me, just who I am. And I don’t need a man, or anyone else to validate that for me. But, I can’t overlook the work that I personally did as well. It was a fun year for me and in retrospect I’m glad that I went through it.
Now that I’m well on the way to finding Alison, it’s important for me to remember that I won’t settle for less than what I want and deserve anymore. Even if he is really hot . A loaf of bread, a gallon of milk and a stick of butter is my reminder of who I am and what it is that I deserve.
Happy New Year to you all and I hope that if you’ve lost yourself you can find you again. If you haven’t then hold on to who you are.
I’m not one to make New Years resolutions. My memory isn’t good enough to remember what I ate for breakfast, let alone to remember a list of things I want to accomplish for an entire year! My life is in pretty good shape and I’m happy about what I’ve been able to accomplish with it. No things aren’t perfect; I could eat healthier; I could be a bit thinner; I could be in a nice, supportive, long-term relationship, I could be a better mother. But, really, who does have everything? The thing is, I’m happy with what I do have.
Looking back at who I was a year ago and who I am now I can see a drastic difference between the two people. I’m much happier, satisfied and content with me just being me. At the beginning of 2008 I hadn’t slept for a few months and was in full-on depression state. My failing marriage had come to a head and things had quickly left my grasp and I didn’t know what I was going to do or how I would continue on. So, I set up a mantra for myself for the remainder of the year.
Life is shit; just try to get through it without getting too much of it on you. That was my goal and something that I tried to remind myself of repeatedly throughout the year, especially when times seemed especially bleak. And, I succeeded. In fact, I got through the shit of life smelling quite sweetly, if I do say so myself.
So, I decided to set myself a new mantra for 2009. One that is slightly more positive. “A loaf of bread, a container of milk, and a stick of butter”. The young lady in this skit knew what it was that she needed to pick up from the store. She repeated it over and over to herself so when she got to the store she knew exactly what it is she wanted.
Like this young lady, I know what it is I want out of life. I think that I’ve always known. But, about ten years ago I started dating and, with the dating, for some unknown reason, started losing myself. I began being a person I thought the men in my life wanted me to be and in so doing, I lost who I was. I lost myself. Well, didn’t really lose, but forgot who it was that I really am.
Last year was a time of re-discovery. I owe a lot of this to one particular person in my life…and if you’re reading this, I’m sure you know who you are ;) You helped me to realize that I can be happy with me, just who I am. And I don’t need a man, or anyone else to validate that for me. But, I can’t overlook the work that I personally did as well. It was a fun year for me and in retrospect I’m glad that I went through it.
Now that I’m well on the way to finding Alison, it’s important for me to remember that I won’t settle for less than what I want and deserve anymore. Even if he is really hot . A loaf of bread, a gallon of milk and a stick of butter is my reminder of who I am and what it is that I deserve.
Happy New Year to you all and I hope that if you’ve lost yourself you can find you again. If you haven’t then hold on to who you are.
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