My sister Elisha informed me two months ago that "everybody is doing it", but like most old folk, the new and unfamiliar are scary, so, it took me that two months to talk myself into it. What the heck would I write about? After all, my life isn't that interesting is it? Who the crap is going to "follow" five hicks from the sticks? That's when it hit me, and now here I am.
I was born and raised in the back forty of southwest Kansas, in a little town the world knows a million times over. I speak of course of Dodge City, Kansas. Yes, it is a real place. No I do not own a horse. Contrary to popular belief, I do actually live in the "city" with that new fangled plumbing and everything! I mean, seriously, you ought to see the toilet flush! What a contraption! God bless Mr.Crapper. He was a genius!
For a while, I lived in Honolulu, Hawaii. If I had a penny for every time a big 'ole Samoan walked up to me and said "Eh! You not in Kansas anymore Toto, You ova'da RAINBOW...." I would seriously be rich right now. However, I dare you to look a 6'4" Samoan woman in the face and say "....and now you owe me a penny." Oh no, you'd do just what I did. Fake the best laugh you can muster and walk away slowly, maintaining constant eye contact, until you turn the corner, and run. As long as I live, I will never forget the first stake Christmas concert I attended. The Samoan ward walked up, every one of them straight faced, opened their books in one fluid and frightening move and made music like angels. You think the Irish can dance a good jig without moving their arms.....you should see a big bunch of Samoans sing 'Silent night' without the grimace ever leaving their faces. It's memorable I tell you! Fortunately for us glow-in-the-dark Ha'ole people, ( another word for "crackers" ) they are the gentle giants of the South Pacific. I never met a native Pacific Islander that I didn't instantly love. They are the Lord's people.
This hick has four children. Yes, four. And just in case you thought I was crazy enough already, my boyfriend has five......:) I love children. The more pint-sized, the more I love them. I've worked for a year on the Kansas Head Start Association's board of directors. My favorite thing is to go rounds with politicians. I love a good argument. Especially if it's with an idiot. Fortunately, Washington D.C. is full of them! (Of course, there are some exceptions to the rule.) Why last January, I was granted a private meeting with a very prominent Senator, who was running for a certain state's Governor. I had a bone to pick about dental care. Six months later, a little town I know, has a dental office for the masses, and the "Governor" for SURE remembers a woman's name. I know, because I've seen him twice since then ;) The details are unimportant, but just to give you an idea of how it went, my favorite phrase was " I certainly agree that a woman's place is in the home, however, I notice your lovely secretary has your blessing to put her child in daycare, so that she can fill your coffee cup every morning....." Oh, yes I did.
So this is me. I'm just a hick from the sticks with four little children. However, I have to say, it does feel good to impart a little wisdom here and there, sprinkled with some sarcastic humor and a little love. I have typed with the masses now. I am blogger. Hear me roar!
