My first job was at a nursery and no, it wasn't a cute little baby nursery. It was at a greenhouse with an assembly line. It was kind of like Lavern and Shirley only instead of glass bottles there were containers filled with dirt. I stood alongside a conveyer belt with several other school-aged kids and placed starters in the dirt. It was a dirty job. Although I will have to say, it was very interesting to learn how petunias begin. I expected pretty but who would have guessed dirt?
Blogging has definitely changed my outlook. There was a time when I felt so alone and didn't know... I just didn't know. I was so confused about life and the people in my life and myself. Blogging has given me a sense of self worth.
The most unusual family tradition I have is my non-participation. I enjoy the holiday most when I just enjoy it and don't do anything at all. I have an issue with comparison and over compensation when it comes to the holidays. If I try, I try too hard; I obsess and then become very frustrated when I cannot achieve some weird sense of perfection. So I will have to say the most unusual family tradition I seem to have established is the non- participation participation of the holidays. I go to the family events. I enjoy myself. I go home.
|Someone who is never late|
I still love her anyway.
Google plus is amazing. I love how it is organized. The circles make it so that angry relatives thrice removed don't read the same posts as editors, writers, bloggers, and/or social media gurus. This is such a good thing.
Um... to be perfectly honest, I love love people who are late. They make me feel more comfortable. Almost as if, the situation is a little more casual. Room for elbowroom or growth or something. I don't know... It all depends on the situation.