A little about me--the person...

[MaureenO]

I know quite a few people here from the meat world who know me as I am from work, play, Chamber of Commerce, DARE, etc., who know most of the "real me."

But here's what makes me tick in case anyone's interested.

I have what I call "Pretty Dreams" which are hopes or fantasies of a world with little strife; a Walton's era-time; a Rockwellesque life time, a tea and delicate pastries shoppe with many old books where one could while away the hours on Dutch Baby Pancakes or Lemon crepes with raspberry sauce and hot tea on a dreary day.

But I live in the REAL world where things like that are rare, so the world I can't create with my hands, I CAN create with my pen, keyboard and mind.

As most of you already know, my children are my life's breath. I pray on my knees every day in thanksgiving to God for blessing me with such perfect children.

You here are my family, too. How many of you am I willing to live my life without? I can't think of any off the top of my head right now. (Eddie Willers is gone still, isn't he?).

I've given you glimpses into my professional life; shared with you the shock and aftereffects of being shot, and some of my personal life.

Being a family member here for so long, it took me until this year to even post pics of my kids, never mind myself.

But me--as a woman--am kind; cheerful; considerate; introspective; contemplate how my actions or words might adversely affect others and try to avoid doing that. I'm Catholic but my church is my front porch swing. God and me are pals. And He doesn't even mind if I bitch Hm out once in a while, like when my little boy died. He knows what I'm thinking, why not step up to the plate and tell Him?

I'm a good cook, too, and I can milk a cow. I never tried milking a goat though.

I'm a good mother--the sort of mum I wish I'd had. I grew up well-to-do, but abuse occurs behind arched, Mahogany front doors, too.

I'm trying to say I'm human, like the rest of us. I love; I cry; I grieve; I laugh, I'm a good person of strong values. But I can knock your ass to the ground in less than 5 seconds if I have a reason to do it.

Someone I care very much for asked me yesterday, what do I wear at home after work. It occurred to me that my private life has always been that--private--due to the nature of my work.

I want to tell you when I change clothes after work, I put on jeans, a t-shirt and slouch socks. And I love my father. And I love you.

This is me, and I'm proud of who I see each morning in the mirror.

Maureen

 

[Green Co.]

This is me, and I'm proud of who I see each morning in the mirror.

Maureen

Maureen, all you have written above comes shining through with every post you make. You're right to be proud.

 

[FireDance]

Maureen, all you have written above comes shining through with every post you make. You're right to be proud.

Exactly! Didn't know about the slouch socks though.

Thanks for sharing this glimpse Maureen. I too would like to live in that world that seems to exist only in our minds. (But sometimes, if we try very hard, we can make it happen for a little while!)

 

[Lone Wolf]

Mo,

I didn't know you had a little boy who died.

Sad, very sad. Somehow I had missed this.

What you have written about yourself I had discerned from your posts.

Had to laugh when you said you can drop a person in 5 seconds. I believe it.

This a real good way for you to let folks on the board know who you are, how about folks not on this board?

You have that talent that allows you to write so that folks can really see who you are. Not every one can do this.

Follow your heart Mo, at the same time be wise.

My mom used to say be as harmless as the Dove, but as wise as the serpent.

Go, girl!! Go!!

(((hugs)))

Papa

 

[MaureenO]

Mo,

I didn't know you had a little boy who died.

Sad, very sad. Somehow I had missed this.

What you have written about yourself I had discerned from your posts.

Had to laugh when you said you can drop a person in 5 seconds. I believe it.

This a real good way for you to let folks on the board know who you are, how about folks not on this board?

You have that talent that allows you to write so that folks can really see who you are. Not every one can do this.

Follow your heart Mo, at the same time be wise.

My mom used to say be as harmless as the Dove, but as wise as the serpent.

Go, girl!! Go!!

(((hugs)))

Papa

Thank you so much, Papa. You're one of those few people who I admire and to disappoint you would be disgracing myself AND you (and Nana).

Yes, my wee Jake never gave me a clue he'd never open his eyes again after I laid him in his cradle next to my bed. It was SIDS. But he's waiting for me in Heaven and we'll have eternity together someday.

I suppose it was Nana who first noticed I was the one to keep the words when she picked me to be her "successor" as the family Seanchai in the typical Irish tradition. She always said I was the "one" and never told me what the "one" was until I was 13. She was quite mysterious, was Nana, God rest her.

Another bit of trivia, when I visit an ill friend or relative I carry packets of salt in my coat. This is in the unfortunate case that they should shake hands with God whilst I'm there. My job is to close the windows of the house and the doors so the devil won't pop in to snatch the newly departing soul; then I pass out the salt packets to all in the house to put in their pockets for their own protection. Can you believe that as recently as my last patrol shift, I had salt packets in my coat pocket? Jack in the Box keeps them right on the counter for all to get. When I looked in my evidence box I didn't check my jacket, but I'm certain they're still there.

So, I suppose I should add I have a wee bit of Irish superstition in my American body; I think I keep it out of respect for my family who gave me this blood. And I bless myself when I pass a church--any church. God lives in the Baptist churches as surely as He lives in my Catholic church.

(((hugs)))

Lil girl

 

[Cardinal]

I wanna be you, when I grow up.
I am so sorry about the loss of your son. It sucks to be in the "parents who bury their child club".
Don't feel bad about the salt, I sprinkle blessed salt around every house I inhabit. I do the holy water sprinkling inside too.

 

[L.A.B.]

...Didn't know about the slouch socks though...

Slouch socks! They sound as warm as the heart of the Woman who wears them.

 

[Thunderbird]

I know quite a few people here from the meat world who know me as I am from work, play, Chamber of Commerce, DARE, etc., who know most of the "real me."

But here's what makes me tick in case anyone's interested.

I have what I call "Pretty Dreams" which are hopes or fantasies of a world with little strife; a Walton's era-time; a Rockwellesque life time, a tea and delicate pastries shoppe with many old books where one could while away the hours on Dutch Baby Pancakes or Lemon crepes with raspberry sauce and hot tea on a dreary day.

But I live in the REAL world where things like that are rare, so the world I can't create with my hands, I CAN create with my pen, keyboard and mind.

As most of you already know, my children are my life's breath. I pray on my knees every day in thanksgiving to God for blessing me with such perfect children.

You here are my family, too. How many of you am I willing to live my life without? I can't think of any off the top of my head right now. (Eddie Willers is gone still, isn't he?).

I've given you glimpses into my professional life; shared with you the shock and aftereffects of being shot, and some of my personal life.

Being a family member here for so long, it took me until this year to even post pics of my kids, never mind myself.

But me--as a woman--am kind; cheerful; considerate; introspective; contemplate how my actions or words might adversely affect others and try to avoid doing that. I'm Catholic but my church is my front porch swing. God and me are pals. And He doesn't even mind if I bitch Hm out once in a while, like when my little boy died. He knows what I'm thinking, why not step up to the plate and tell Him?

I'm a good cook, too, and I can milk a cow. I never tried milking a goat though.

I'm a good mother--the sort of mum I wish I'd had. I grew up well-to-do, but abuse occurs behind arched, Mahogany front doors, too.

I'm trying to say I'm human, like the rest of us. I love; I cry; I grieve; I laugh, I'm a good person of strong values. But I can knock your ass to the ground in less than 5 seconds if I have a reason to do it.

Someone I care very much for asked me yesterday, what do I wear at home after work. It occurred to me that my private life has always been that--private--due to the nature of my work.

I want to tell you when I change clothes after work, I put on jeans, a t-shirt and slouch socks. And I love my father. And I love you.

This is me, and I'm proud of who I see each morning in the mirror.

Maureen

Yes all of this comes thru in your other posts, as has been said (except for the death of your son). All of those (us included) whose lives you touch are blessed to know you.

 

[MaureenO]

Yes all of this comes thru in your other posts, as has been said (except for the death of your son). All of those (us included) whose lives you touch are blessed to know you.

Thank you, Thunderbird. I am so blessed to have all of you as my family, also. Your prayers have held me up more times than I can count.

Maureen

 

[MaureenO]

Slouch socks! They sound as warm as the heart of the Woman who wears them.

 

[bbbuddy]

Nothing about you in this post has surprised me in the least, except for your loss... sooo sorry for that.

You surely must know that the incredible person you are comes shining through in each and every post!

I have "known" and cared about you, and trusted you and your judgement, for many years....

I have always thought of you as a friend, hopefully someday in the meat world; if not, surely in the next.