Friday, April 13, 2012
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It's my first time. Spring seems a good time for a new start, so here we go.
I have NO idea what I am doing. None. I just wanted to share.
There are three kinds of people in the world when it comes to sharing:
1. Those that keep everything to themselves,
2. Those that tell everything they know, and
3. Those that know when to keep things to themselves and when to share.
When it comes to certain information, I am NOT number 1 or 3. I love to tell. I love a good bargain and love to tell you ALL about that bargain. I enjoy cooking and want to share with you the latest greatest recipe I found. I will tell you about my faith. I will tell you about my husband and my kids. I tell. Tell, tell, tell. Although I prefer to call it "sharing", you know, passing on vital information. My stories are never short and sweet and to the point. They are drawn out, with plenty of witty antidotes, arm (or full body) gestures and lots of facial expressions. Every once in a while there may be an attempted accent thrown in the mix! I get that from my Daddy, or as we Southerner's might say, I come by it honestly.
For my future I envision myself as one of those old people that loves to talk but everyone has already heard the story a bazillion times and knows it better than me. Yep, that's me.
So I decided that my audience here in my little corner of Texas is just not quite big enough. I want to share with the world! Everyone should have the opportunity to save a few cents or know the best pot roast recipe I have ever found. Not to say it's the best, but the best I know about.
I am a country girl, transplanted into the burbs of the city. I love my country ways and have instilled a lot of them on a pour unsuspecting teenage girl who has taken after my family and is raising show pigs. She loves her jeans and boots and her animals. She understands her animals are not her pets, but her "business." I am so proud of her. Not many kids these days will get up at 5 a.m., never once complaining about the hour, but anxious to get the job done and get back home to get ready for school and catch the bus.
2. Those that tell everything they know, and
3. Those that know when to keep things to themselves and when to share.
When it comes to certain information, I am NOT number 1 or 3. I love to tell. I love a good bargain and love to tell you ALL about that bargain. I enjoy cooking and want to share with you the latest greatest recipe I found. I will tell you about my faith. I will tell you about my husband and my kids. I tell. Tell, tell, tell. Although I prefer to call it "sharing", you know, passing on vital information. My stories are never short and sweet and to the point. They are drawn out, with plenty of witty antidotes, arm (or full body) gestures and lots of facial expressions. Every once in a while there may be an attempted accent thrown in the mix! I get that from my Daddy, or as we Southerner's might say, I come by it honestly.
For my future I envision myself as one of those old people that loves to talk but everyone has already heard the story a bazillion times and knows it better than me. Yep, that's me.
So I decided that my audience here in my little corner of Texas is just not quite big enough. I want to share with the world! Everyone should have the opportunity to save a few cents or know the best pot roast recipe I have ever found. Not to say it's the best, but the best I know about.
I am a country girl, transplanted into the burbs of the city. I love my country ways and have instilled a lot of them on a pour unsuspecting teenage girl who has taken after my family and is raising show pigs. She loves her jeans and boots and her animals. She understands her animals are not her pets, but her "business." I am so proud of her. Not many kids these days will get up at 5 a.m., never once complaining about the hour, but anxious to get the job done and get back home to get ready for school and catch the bus.
Her hard work paid off this year when one of her pigs won Breed Champion. I was the loud Proud Show Mom in the bleachers.
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