MaureenO
Another Infidel
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
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