Describe 5 weaknesses you have.
Ohhh, I've always hated this one!! (Even when they call them "challenges.")
1. Insecurity. I like myself. I really do. I just never know if others like me. For real like me. Which is somewhat crazy. And, like most people, I hate being judged. So, I find myself holding back. Just keeping my mouth shut, or trying to blend in, so that I don't have to deal with the hurt feelings that come with someone's harsh judgments. Which all points out how insecure I am.
2. Laziness. Given the choice of lying on the couch, watching mindless TV or cleaning, I will choose TV 9 times out of 10. Or reading. Or blogging. Or Facebook. Anything besides cleaning.
3. Codependency. I have a tendency toward being codependent. It stems from my childhood and I have a pretty good handle on it, but still struggle from time to time.
4. Jealousy. I try really hard not to let this one come out, but I am quite capable of being jealous. And not just in a romantic scenario. I find myself envious of my siblings because they all live near each other now - when they post fun things they've done together, my heart tings and I get jealous. Or when Wayne goes out with his friends and they have a great time, I'm a little jealous that I wasn't there to share in the fun. (Although, I go out without him, too.) But I wanted to be there, with him, when he was having fun. It's really silly of me and I don't let it get in the way of anything, but it is definitely there.
5. Lack of self-discipline. It's why I can't be self-employed. At a job, I feel a sense of obligation and urgency in completing my tasks - people are counting on me. Plus, they're paying me to do xyz, so I better get it done. But on my own, I find reasons why I don't want/have to do things. Which is why having a gym buddy and/or personal training sessions work so well for me - someone is counting on me to be there, so I get there.
Many... listing your faults is exhausting and somewhat depressing. I guess you can't work on them if you don't acknowledge them, though.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Typical Day (Day 12 of 30)
Describe a typical day in your current life.
I am currently on vacation, but when at home, our typical day goes something like this:
Wake up around 7/7:30, argue with Jack about waking up, get ready and finally head out the door around 8. We go to the gym (when he's not in school), run errands, have playdates/brunch/lunch dates, and finally end up at home in time for "quiet time." (That's where Jack watches TV in the family room and I semi-unconsciously watch TV in the living room.) Before I know it, it's time to start dinner and do a little picking up. Somewhere in there, I fit in blogging, FB, bill paying, menu planning, calling to make doctor's appointments, grocery list writing, and social calendar planning. Oh - and ovulation calculations. Ha!
After dinner, Jack starts getting ready for bed - shower/bath, stories, etc. After he goes to bed, Wayne and I watch TV. And start laundry we suddenly remember we need washed before the next morning. We have been trying to go to bed around 10, but it's usually more like 12 by the time we're actually asleep.
I'd like to say I feel super productive at the end of the day, but I rarely do. I feel like most of the day slipped by without me noticing. But I have a happy kid and a happy husband, so I really can't complain.
I am currently on vacation, but when at home, our typical day goes something like this:
Wake up around 7/7:30, argue with Jack about waking up, get ready and finally head out the door around 8. We go to the gym (when he's not in school), run errands, have playdates/brunch/lunch dates, and finally end up at home in time for "quiet time." (That's where Jack watches TV in the family room and I semi-unconsciously watch TV in the living room.) Before I know it, it's time to start dinner and do a little picking up. Somewhere in there, I fit in blogging, FB, bill paying, menu planning, calling to make doctor's appointments, grocery list writing, and social calendar planning. Oh - and ovulation calculations. Ha!
After dinner, Jack starts getting ready for bed - shower/bath, stories, etc. After he goes to bed, Wayne and I watch TV. And start laundry we suddenly remember we need washed before the next morning. We have been trying to go to bed around 10, but it's usually more like 12 by the time we're actually asleep.
I'd like to say I feel super productive at the end of the day, but I rarely do. I feel like most of the day slipped by without me noticing. But I have a happy kid and a happy husband, so I really can't complain.
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
Pet peeves (Day 11 of 30)
Describe 10 pet peeves you have.
1. Crazy drivers. Especially when I have my child in the car. And then the crazy person decides to flip me the finger as she races past me.
2. Unprofessionalism. I realize you're getting paid less than minimum wage to take my order and serve my food, but YOU chose this job. Make the best of it. Trust me, you'll make more in tips if you quit being a douche to your customers and stop complaining about your job within earshot. (And this also applies to people talking about their hangovers, partying, baby daddies/mamas, and other personal business.)
3. Flaking. I realize things come up, but I make every effort to do what I say I'll do. I have had to bow out of plans; we all do. But when it happens again and again... I suspect you think it'll be "okay" with me. It's not.
4. Lying. Even tiny little "white lies." It pisses me off, hurts my feelings, and generally makes me regard you as someone I should probably avoid. I don't care if you're trying to spare my feelings - just tell me the truth. I am hypersensitive to lies, so I almost always know anyway. (Most of you are terrible liars, anyway.)
5. Questioning my parenting choices. I am trying my hardest to do the best thing for my kid. So, if I say he can't have anymore sugar for the day, I have reasons - you may not understand them, but I don't care to justify myself. And I'm sick to death of people thinking they know best. You are not his mom or dad, so I really don't care that you disagree with me. A treat every now and then is fine. But when the kid has diarrhea and stomach aches... yeah, he feels better after a while, but that's no reason to dump more crap into his system. The only person who has a right to discuss how I parent my child is my husband. (And even he knows better. Haha!)
6. The belief that all Christians (of any denomination) are uber conservative, right-wing, close minded, uneducated freaks. I'm not. I am Christian. I believe in God and Jesus. I have found answers to many of my life questions in the Bible. I have grown as a person, a parent, a wife, a daughter, a sibling and a friend since I have begun studying the Bible. I turn to God when I have a blessing or a problem. But that doesn't mean I believe gays are going to hell. Or that I'm now a Republican. (The change of heart on the gun issue you can blame on my gun-loving husband. Haha!) I still like to have a drink. I still like to have fun. Any prude-like behaviors came on as a result of having my son - long before we started attending church. And as far as uneducated goes, most of the Christians I know have at least a Bachelor's degree.
7. Smoking around my kid. (Or any kids...) I grew up with smoker parents. My dad and stepmom quit when I was fairly young. My mom and stepdad still smoke to this day. It bothered me a lot, especially in the car. Now that I'm a grown up, I get really irritated with people who smoke in their homes or cars but especially if they have kids. The damage being done to their little lungs is just sad. But it's gross - even if you're outside, and a kid is around, he is breathing that in. Just walk away. And if you're going to be around my kid, try to wash off the smoke smell when you do come back in. He'll tell you if you stink. haha!
8. Competitive parenting. I'm pretty sure I blogged about this a while back. It still irks me. Luckily, most of the parents I hang with don't do this. But if you've ever been around a one-upper, you know what I mean. Only it's magnified. Because now, the one-upper isn't just saying you're not good enough - he/she is implying your kid is less than awesome. And, let's face it, we all want to think our kid is the most awesome of the awesome kids. Which is... awesome. But when you let it get out of control, that's your own ego talking. And that's definitely not going to do you or your kid any good.
**Note: this definitely does not mean don't praise your kid in front of me or tell me what an awesome job he/she did on her test, karate, dance recital, etc. Just when you start assigning genius status to your kid while we're discussing everyday things kids do... well, let's just say I am pretty sure you're a little biased.
9. Backseat cheffing. This is when someone is in the kitchen while you cook and decides to throw in little "helpful hints." Such as, "you may want to turn the heat up/down on that," or "don't you think you should slice/dice that a little smaller/bigger?" And my favorite, "are you sure you want to do that?" If I do want to do any of the above, I will. I am making this meal and you should just be happy to have me cooking for you. So, shut it, and go peel those potatoes for me, would you?
10. Belittling my opinion. It's fine if you disagree with me, but if you try to come off like I must be stupid to think the way I do, you come off as a douche. I am definitely not stupid. So, to repeat myself, shut it. Or I just won't talk to you anymore.
1. Crazy drivers. Especially when I have my child in the car. And then the crazy person decides to flip me the finger as she races past me.
2. Unprofessionalism. I realize you're getting paid less than minimum wage to take my order and serve my food, but YOU chose this job. Make the best of it. Trust me, you'll make more in tips if you quit being a douche to your customers and stop complaining about your job within earshot. (And this also applies to people talking about their hangovers, partying, baby daddies/mamas, and other personal business.)
3. Flaking. I realize things come up, but I make every effort to do what I say I'll do. I have had to bow out of plans; we all do. But when it happens again and again... I suspect you think it'll be "okay" with me. It's not.
4. Lying. Even tiny little "white lies." It pisses me off, hurts my feelings, and generally makes me regard you as someone I should probably avoid. I don't care if you're trying to spare my feelings - just tell me the truth. I am hypersensitive to lies, so I almost always know anyway. (Most of you are terrible liars, anyway.)
5. Questioning my parenting choices. I am trying my hardest to do the best thing for my kid. So, if I say he can't have anymore sugar for the day, I have reasons - you may not understand them, but I don't care to justify myself. And I'm sick to death of people thinking they know best. You are not his mom or dad, so I really don't care that you disagree with me. A treat every now and then is fine. But when the kid has diarrhea and stomach aches... yeah, he feels better after a while, but that's no reason to dump more crap into his system. The only person who has a right to discuss how I parent my child is my husband. (And even he knows better. Haha!)
6. The belief that all Christians (of any denomination) are uber conservative, right-wing, close minded, uneducated freaks. I'm not. I am Christian. I believe in God and Jesus. I have found answers to many of my life questions in the Bible. I have grown as a person, a parent, a wife, a daughter, a sibling and a friend since I have begun studying the Bible. I turn to God when I have a blessing or a problem. But that doesn't mean I believe gays are going to hell. Or that I'm now a Republican. (The change of heart on the gun issue you can blame on my gun-loving husband. Haha!) I still like to have a drink. I still like to have fun. Any prude-like behaviors came on as a result of having my son - long before we started attending church. And as far as uneducated goes, most of the Christians I know have at least a Bachelor's degree.
7. Smoking around my kid. (Or any kids...) I grew up with smoker parents. My dad and stepmom quit when I was fairly young. My mom and stepdad still smoke to this day. It bothered me a lot, especially in the car. Now that I'm a grown up, I get really irritated with people who smoke in their homes or cars but especially if they have kids. The damage being done to their little lungs is just sad. But it's gross - even if you're outside, and a kid is around, he is breathing that in. Just walk away. And if you're going to be around my kid, try to wash off the smoke smell when you do come back in. He'll tell you if you stink. haha!
8. Competitive parenting. I'm pretty sure I blogged about this a while back. It still irks me. Luckily, most of the parents I hang with don't do this. But if you've ever been around a one-upper, you know what I mean. Only it's magnified. Because now, the one-upper isn't just saying you're not good enough - he/she is implying your kid is less than awesome. And, let's face it, we all want to think our kid is the most awesome of the awesome kids. Which is... awesome. But when you let it get out of control, that's your own ego talking. And that's definitely not going to do you or your kid any good.
**Note: this definitely does not mean don't praise your kid in front of me or tell me what an awesome job he/she did on her test, karate, dance recital, etc. Just when you start assigning genius status to your kid while we're discussing everyday things kids do... well, let's just say I am pretty sure you're a little biased.
9. Backseat cheffing. This is when someone is in the kitchen while you cook and decides to throw in little "helpful hints." Such as, "you may want to turn the heat up/down on that," or "don't you think you should slice/dice that a little smaller/bigger?" And my favorite, "are you sure you want to do that?" If I do want to do any of the above, I will. I am making this meal and you should just be happy to have me cooking for you. So, shut it, and go peel those potatoes for me, would you?
10. Belittling my opinion. It's fine if you disagree with me, but if you try to come off like I must be stupid to think the way I do, you come off as a douche. I am definitely not stupid. So, to repeat myself, shut it. Or I just won't talk to you anymore.
Monday, June 18, 2012
Most embarrassing moment (Day 10 of 30)
Describe your most embarrasing moment.
Ahhh. There are so many from which to choose!! I do a lot of embarrassing things. I fall down, I say the wrong thing, I do something unintentionally goofy... But none of it really makes a lasting impression on me - I end up laughing at myself. Because, really? We ALL do embarrassing things. It's in our nature. And if I were take them all seriously, I'd be a mess. Well, more of a mess than I already am.
Here's a story that simultaneously makes me laugh til I wanna pee and cringe because I feel bad:
My friend, E, had moved recently to our town. In getting to know her, she admitted that while she loved her some God, she felt a little smothered by her religion back in her hometown. Don't get me wrong - she is a deeply religious person. And she loved her church family. She was just going through a little bit of a change and trying to find the right fit for their new life. I dubbed her a "recovering Baptist."
One evening, E accompanied me to a home sales party. (I believe it was home decor being sold, but can't really remember.) Somehow, the hostess, her friend, and E got on the subject of the Duggar family and Arkansas. The hostess asked if there were many Mormons in Arkansas. (She mistakenly believed the Duggars to be Mormon.) E told her she attended a Baptist church in Arkansas but now attended First Christian. I quickly jumped in with our little joke and piped up, "E's a recovering Baptist!"
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The hostess replies, "I am Baptist."
I was mortified. I felt so badly for insulting her religion. I had no right and was very much in the wrong. I know plenty of people who have/do attend Baptist churches and they are great people. There's nothing wrong with being Baptist. Just like there's nothing wrong with being Catholic, yet my husband and I will sometimes joke about his childhood religion.
The rest of the evening is a blur. I remember finally getting to my car, and E and I dissolving into laughter. Mind you - we were laughing at ME, shoving both feet into my mouth, at the home of a woman I barely knew. I've seen her out in town a few times, but she either has decided to ignore me or truly doesn't remember me. I can only hope it is the latter and that she didn't dwell on my idiocy and lack of judgement.
Ahhh. There are so many from which to choose!! I do a lot of embarrassing things. I fall down, I say the wrong thing, I do something unintentionally goofy... But none of it really makes a lasting impression on me - I end up laughing at myself. Because, really? We ALL do embarrassing things. It's in our nature. And if I were take them all seriously, I'd be a mess. Well, more of a mess than I already am.
Here's a story that simultaneously makes me laugh til I wanna pee and cringe because I feel bad:
My friend, E, had moved recently to our town. In getting to know her, she admitted that while she loved her some God, she felt a little smothered by her religion back in her hometown. Don't get me wrong - she is a deeply religious person. And she loved her church family. She was just going through a little bit of a change and trying to find the right fit for their new life. I dubbed her a "recovering Baptist."
One evening, E accompanied me to a home sales party. (I believe it was home decor being sold, but can't really remember.) Somehow, the hostess, her friend, and E got on the subject of the Duggar family and Arkansas. The hostess asked if there were many Mormons in Arkansas. (She mistakenly believed the Duggars to be Mormon.) E told her she attended a Baptist church in Arkansas but now attended First Christian. I quickly jumped in with our little joke and piped up, "E's a recovering Baptist!"
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The hostess replies, "I am Baptist."
I was mortified. I felt so badly for insulting her religion. I had no right and was very much in the wrong. I know plenty of people who have/do attend Baptist churches and they are great people. There's nothing wrong with being Baptist. Just like there's nothing wrong with being Catholic, yet my husband and I will sometimes joke about his childhood religion.
The rest of the evening is a blur. I remember finally getting to my car, and E and I dissolving into laughter. Mind you - we were laughing at ME, shoving both feet into my mouth, at the home of a woman I barely knew. I've seen her out in town a few times, but she either has decided to ignore me or truly doesn't remember me. I can only hope it is the latter and that she didn't dwell on my idiocy and lack of judgement.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
Influential people (Day 9 of 30)
List 10 people who have influenced you and describe how.
1. My dad. We didn't have the best relationship, growing up. I was a stubborn, willful child. I didn't like to be told what to do unless I'd been given a rational explanation. (As a parent now to the same kind of child, I see how frustrating that can be!) Add to that a natural resistance to emoting on his part, and an abundance of emotion on mine, things got uncomfortable. Let's say I had "daddy issues" for some time. His influence colored the way I saw men for some time. And not all bad - he was never a cheater or a drinker. I never put up with too many shenanigans from any man because of my dad.
2. My mom. When I was a kid, she was such a hippie. Not in an unbathed way. But she was the first person who told me love can't be wrong. I think I've made a lot of decisions in my life based on what my heart says - some good, some bad, but all the right decision at the time.
3. My stepdad, JD. He was so much fun. And, as a teen, he helped Mom and I navigate our relationship. But mostly what he influenced was my sense of truth. He has a sense of honor and integrity that I hope I live up to and can instill in Jack.
4. My stepmom. She made our home, in many senses of the word. She kept the house looking nice - not just clean, but well decorated; did our laundry, baked delicious chocolate chip cookies, and made the world's best fried chicken - all with 4 kids and one income. When I look around my house, I want to know it's as well kept as Mom's.
5. My good friend, Judy. I worked with Judy in California and then in Texas. She has kids my age, but she has been my friend for years. Judy taught me a lot about a lot. She knows so much about etiquette and the finer things in life. I'd still be eating crappy food and drinking cheap alcohol, if it weren't for her influence.
5b. An Army vet, my husband has different views on the world than I do. He tends to think I have a rose-colored view of the world. I think his is colored by too much negativity. (Would that be gray??) Wayne has helped me become a little more grounded and realistic.
6. My friends, Dan and Dyana. (They're married so they count as one, right?) During a difficult time, Dan and Dyana were there to help me navigate the many questions I had in regards to Christianity. Dyana never balked at any of the questions I had. Dan gave amazingly objective advice. Neither of them judged me. Not once. It's because of them that I began to see that I could be a Christian and not have to be hypocrite or a stereotype.
7. Wayne, again. (Yes, he gets two slots - he's influenced me that much!!) My husband's love is completely steady and unwavering. Being loved that way has helped me come a long way in terms of insecurity. I can now accept myself for who I am and know he'll always be there - no matter who else lets me down.
8. My sister, Riann. She is passionately committed to fairness and equality. Seeing Riann take a stand on issues has helped me to see that we can make a difference. Even when her sense of fairness and objectivity (when I'm complaining about a loved one) can make me nuts! (Because she's right but I want to be mad. LOL)
9. My sister, Rachael. I'm not done figuring out how she's influenced me - but knowing her, and losing her, has definitely shaped my life.
10. My friend, Kel. What can I say? I can literally say nothing, and Kel will understand what I mean. That kind of friendship has helped me to grow and become more aware of who I am and who I want to be. She's like my friend-therapist - only with lots of laughing. (And only a little crying.)
1. My dad. We didn't have the best relationship, growing up. I was a stubborn, willful child. I didn't like to be told what to do unless I'd been given a rational explanation. (As a parent now to the same kind of child, I see how frustrating that can be!) Add to that a natural resistance to emoting on his part, and an abundance of emotion on mine, things got uncomfortable. Let's say I had "daddy issues" for some time. His influence colored the way I saw men for some time. And not all bad - he was never a cheater or a drinker. I never put up with too many shenanigans from any man because of my dad.
2. My mom. When I was a kid, she was such a hippie. Not in an unbathed way. But she was the first person who told me love can't be wrong. I think I've made a lot of decisions in my life based on what my heart says - some good, some bad, but all the right decision at the time.
3. My stepdad, JD. He was so much fun. And, as a teen, he helped Mom and I navigate our relationship. But mostly what he influenced was my sense of truth. He has a sense of honor and integrity that I hope I live up to and can instill in Jack.
4. My stepmom. She made our home, in many senses of the word. She kept the house looking nice - not just clean, but well decorated; did our laundry, baked delicious chocolate chip cookies, and made the world's best fried chicken - all with 4 kids and one income. When I look around my house, I want to know it's as well kept as Mom's.
5. My good friend, Judy. I worked with Judy in California and then in Texas. She has kids my age, but she has been my friend for years. Judy taught me a lot about a lot. She knows so much about etiquette and the finer things in life. I'd still be eating crappy food and drinking cheap alcohol, if it weren't for her influence.
5b. An Army vet, my husband has different views on the world than I do. He tends to think I have a rose-colored view of the world. I think his is colored by too much negativity. (Would that be gray??) Wayne has helped me become a little more grounded and realistic.
6. My friends, Dan and Dyana. (They're married so they count as one, right?) During a difficult time, Dan and Dyana were there to help me navigate the many questions I had in regards to Christianity. Dyana never balked at any of the questions I had. Dan gave amazingly objective advice. Neither of them judged me. Not once. It's because of them that I began to see that I could be a Christian and not have to be hypocrite or a stereotype.
7. Wayne, again. (Yes, he gets two slots - he's influenced me that much!!) My husband's love is completely steady and unwavering. Being loved that way has helped me come a long way in terms of insecurity. I can now accept myself for who I am and know he'll always be there - no matter who else lets me down.
8. My sister, Riann. She is passionately committed to fairness and equality. Seeing Riann take a stand on issues has helped me to see that we can make a difference. Even when her sense of fairness and objectivity (when I'm complaining about a loved one) can make me nuts! (Because she's right but I want to be mad. LOL)
9. My sister, Rachael. I'm not done figuring out how she's influenced me - but knowing her, and losing her, has definitely shaped my life.
10. My friend, Kel. What can I say? I can literally say nothing, and Kel will understand what I mean. That kind of friendship has helped me to grow and become more aware of who I am and who I want to be. She's like my friend-therapist - only with lots of laughing. (And only a little crying.)
Wednesday, June 13, 2012
Passions (Day 8 of 30)
What are 5 passions you have?
There aren't many things I'm passionate about these days. I seem to have lost my edge! (And wow - these questions are kind of like therapy!) Perhaps it's because I got tired of fighting for the things I was passionate about; because I am tired of it not mattering to others...
1. My son. The amazing, hilarious, brilliant Jackalope. I am, of course, passionate about him. My eyes tear upon hearing praise for him from strangers. He owns my heart. Or at least half of it...
2. My husband, of course. I am passionate about being a good wife to him - loving him, being his biggest fan, being everything he needs and wants me to be, and helping him to be the best he can be.
3. My extended family - my sisters, my brother, my sisters-in-law, my beautiful little nieces, and, of course, my parents.
4. My friends. I love my friends and want to do everything I can to help them in their life journeys. I'm learning that doesn't mean I can always fix things or should do everything.
5. Equality. One of the biggest things that upsets me is inequality, of any kind. I don't care what your excuses are. "I was raised that way." "I think it's wrong." "My religious/non-religious beliefs..." Whatever. Shut up. Everyone should be allowed to live their lives in in peace. Who are you to tell someone it's wrong? Who are you to use hurtful words or judge someone based on their skin color, race, religion or sexual identity? Who are you to so obnoxiously force your opinions on us all? None of us are any better than the other. We're all just flawed people trying to live our lives and be our best selves.
There aren't many things I'm passionate about these days. I seem to have lost my edge! (And wow - these questions are kind of like therapy!) Perhaps it's because I got tired of fighting for the things I was passionate about; because I am tired of it not mattering to others...
1. My son. The amazing, hilarious, brilliant Jackalope. I am, of course, passionate about him. My eyes tear upon hearing praise for him from strangers. He owns my heart. Or at least half of it...
2. My husband, of course. I am passionate about being a good wife to him - loving him, being his biggest fan, being everything he needs and wants me to be, and helping him to be the best he can be.
3. My extended family - my sisters, my brother, my sisters-in-law, my beautiful little nieces, and, of course, my parents.
4. My friends. I love my friends and want to do everything I can to help them in their life journeys. I'm learning that doesn't mean I can always fix things or should do everything.
5. Equality. One of the biggest things that upsets me is inequality, of any kind. I don't care what your excuses are. "I was raised that way." "I think it's wrong." "My religious/non-religious beliefs..." Whatever. Shut up. Everyone should be allowed to live their lives in in peace. Who are you to tell someone it's wrong? Who are you to use hurtful words or judge someone based on their skin color, race, religion or sexual identity? Who are you to so obnoxiously force your opinions on us all? None of us are any better than the other. We're all just flawed people trying to live our lives and be our best selves.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Dream job (Day 7 of 30)
What is your dream job, and why?
Oh, my!! This is a question I have pondered again and again! Throughout my life, I've had so many different dreams. As a child, I wanted to be a teacher or a mom. In my teens, I went through a fame stage that I fed through Drama classes and clubs; a life on stage is what I wanted. In my junior and senior years, I decided on teaching. I loved little kids. Until I worked in daycare my first year of college. Haha!
When I was 20, I worked at a resort in Panama City Beach, as a front desk clerk, and talked to the event planner there. Maybe that experience planted a seed that I didn't realize was there. For the next several years, I worked for various companies but always in the finance or accounting departments. (While I always got good grades in Honors math classes, I got my credits out of the way ASAP. I hated math!) Eventually, I decided I wanted to go into corporate event planning. I loved being a part of the various morale boosting, informational, and other events within corporations. The first step was a project coordinator (administrative assistant) position within my current accounting department. I was so proud of myself for making the leap from accounting to admin. I was talking to my mentor about getting a degree that would help me move forward, and about how to move up into corporate event planning.
Then, we had baby Jack and moved to Arizona for Wayne's work. Since then, I've had very little desire to work. I've thought about party planning, but then I see how awesome other people are at it and realize I've got nothing on them. I really believe I'm best suited to administrative roles - organizing, scheduling, helping people get what they need and want. In the world of employment, the perfect job for me is administrative assistant. My "dream" job would be heiress to a fortune. Haha!
In real life, my dream job is the one I have - keeping my family organized, scheduled and giving them what they need; my dream job is mom and wife.
Oh, my!! This is a question I have pondered again and again! Throughout my life, I've had so many different dreams. As a child, I wanted to be a teacher or a mom. In my teens, I went through a fame stage that I fed through Drama classes and clubs; a life on stage is what I wanted. In my junior and senior years, I decided on teaching. I loved little kids. Until I worked in daycare my first year of college. Haha!
When I was 20, I worked at a resort in Panama City Beach, as a front desk clerk, and talked to the event planner there. Maybe that experience planted a seed that I didn't realize was there. For the next several years, I worked for various companies but always in the finance or accounting departments. (While I always got good grades in Honors math classes, I got my credits out of the way ASAP. I hated math!) Eventually, I decided I wanted to go into corporate event planning. I loved being a part of the various morale boosting, informational, and other events within corporations. The first step was a project coordinator (administrative assistant) position within my current accounting department. I was so proud of myself for making the leap from accounting to admin. I was talking to my mentor about getting a degree that would help me move forward, and about how to move up into corporate event planning.
Then, we had baby Jack and moved to Arizona for Wayne's work. Since then, I've had very little desire to work. I've thought about party planning, but then I see how awesome other people are at it and realize I've got nothing on them. I really believe I'm best suited to administrative roles - organizing, scheduling, helping people get what they need and want. In the world of employment, the perfect job for me is administrative assistant. My "dream" job would be heiress to a fortune. Haha!
In real life, my dream job is the one I have - keeping my family organized, scheduled and giving them what they need; my dream job is mom and wife.
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