December 2007


Who am I? I love writing these kinds of things because it gives me a chance to look back and appreciate who I am and where I come from!

I grew up in a little town in Virginia. The Appalachian mountains. Heart of the New River Valley. The Blue Ridge. It’s a beautiful place. My grandparents owned a small farm where they raised beef cattle and pigs. They had a huge vegetable garden where they grew cabbage, beets, carrots, radishes, potatoes, squash, tomatoes, beans (green, pinto, butter), dill, and my very favorite the front 2 rows of strawberries. They were probably the last of a dying breed then because there was absolutely no waste. If it couldn’t be used right away it was pickled, canned, dried or smoked! It sounds like a bit of an idyll but it was a great way to grow up.

High School was pretty much the nightmare that anyone can recite. Awkward, trying to fit in and see where you belong. Most of the memories I have from that time involve a soundtrack from the eighties. Duran Duran, OMD, the Police, etc.

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Usually, people associate small children with temper tantrums and whining.  When this happens, someone invariably says “they don’t know any better”.  It’s true, in a way – they do not have the emotional maturity to understand cause and effect, complex feelings or Mommy’s finances.  I have a four-year-old and a two-year-old.  There are many tantrums in my house.  I have to take a deep breath and remind myself that this is a phase they will grow out of when they are approximately eight to ten years of age (and that there will be a brief period of peace before they become teenagers).  Generally, I remind myself that “they don’t know better”

The thing we do not often stop to consider, however, is that there are areas where children know better than we do.  It’s true!  There is so much that we can learn from our kids!  Here are some things that  iam beginning to pick up from the wee ones:

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I have been thinking long and hard about the last posting challenge and I have failed to come up with anything. Perhaps that shows a lack of disclipne on my part, I am not sure. It certainly made me think thought about rules and resolutions. Resolutions aren’t normally my thing. They always seem like you are setting yourself up for failure. However this year I have decided to give them another go. Perhaps the fact I have written them here for the “whole world” to see will shame me into completing some of them.

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It has been two weeks since I’ve posted and I honestly don’t have a reason except for laziness. Until this afternoon I thought I wouldn’t be posting for another week or so, but something struck me today and I feel the need to put it down while it’s fresh.

I was standing in the LONG line at the grocery store today and I just started thinking about the year that is coming to a close and reflecting. Reflecting about what I’ve decided has been the most stressful of my 38 1/2 years.

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I’ve been a very bad blogger. I fell off the writing wagon and the futher I fell, the harder it became to come back again. But thanks to a gentle nudge from Ruth and the anonymity of figuring most of you have something better to do on this between-holidays weekend than pay any attention to me, I’m back.

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Alright. It’s been 3 years and a change of employers, perhaps I can push up against the guardrail of the NDA (Non-Disclosure Agreement) I signed way back when. Just to be clear, I am not going to disclose anything I agreed to not to disclose. But I am going to tell you that standing in a gorgeous digital screening room reviewing a spot-in-progress for what is now an Ancient Toy with several advertising execs, some of whom had God’s number on speed dial (that’s the God most commonly pronounced with an “S-t-” and rhymes with heave), somehow put a yearning into my cells.

It was Fall 2004: I saw the green (it was a special green …. long deliberated over by many highly paid people sipping expensive water (more…)

we all have excesses of the stuff if we’re adults and haven’t been living in caves on our own since infancy (although that would probably add up to some carry-on, even if it’s just the wheelie type). girl’s baggage is always more noticeable anyway (you’ve seen those hot pink delseys on the luggage carousel). guys have baggage too, however it’s generally referred to as “an ex who had her own entire set of matching lois vuitton”. perhaps this is why god invented the vanity case, it is merely a form of female diversion towards potential mates; from the 5 cats and small paris hilton pooch. baggage is obviously something “other people” travel with.

i have come to the realization that my baggage is literally that, baggage. i have always had a suitcase nearby, under my bed or rammed into the back of my cupboard creasing all my clothes. i travel with trunks as if i am setting out on an epic voyage by steamer ship, and when i get to my destination, my trunks function as furniture. i actually picked my undergaduate university based on it’s proximity to heathrow airport. yes, my parents moved us around a lot growing up, no, i’m not claiming to be a victim of my upbringing. however, i would like to channel it into something positive, possibly even lucrative, like my brother ‘the pilot’. travel writing sounds appealing (i like reading travel writing), but i hate flying, so that’s out.

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