ok...ok...”I'm going to blog” is what I say to my newest mentor! She’s on me almost constantly that I have to keep this up and I come back with every argument that I can think of...like a little kid...”no mom I don't want to”...”but you have to”.
She tells me my blog sounds so professional. Well, I thought about that comment and came back to her later...ah, you didn't mean professional did you? You meant to say it's boring, it's dull. That's what you meant, huh... isn’t it?! She just laughed! And continued on with her plea...your readers don't know your personality. OK…then how do you show your personality in a one way conversation because that's what it is! I feel like I'm talking to myself! I am a people person. I love to converse, to socialize, to laugh, to have fun. How do I do that with my blog readers?
Just share your self...hmmm...but what do I share...what do they want to know? They want to know you. Well I'm just like all of them...maybe with a bit more drama going on with all these kids! And God knows I don't want to share all of that!
Tell them about the things your children do and what you do with them. Well, you know I don't like to write...I never did. It has always been a struggle for me. I never wrote letters until like my thirties and that's after throwing away several drafts. Well, you just have to get over it! So… I blogged the other day! You all saw it, didn’t you? I felt like I whined and whined...but she was very proud of me! But then said ok now that you blogged for the month we won't see you again. HUH! You have no idea how busy I am...blogging takes time...time away from me making die-cuts for them...BUT… they want to know more about you...
So, all night long I’m thinking… what should I tell them. Then my sister, Pam, calls. We had much to catch up on. While we are talking, she’s having a little trouble with her youngest girl then says to me…”Oh, Carrie, she’s almost as bad as you were!” Inspiration!
…here’s little tids bit about me:
Our nightly routine: When I was between eighteen months old and two, my parents would put me in my crib, giving me many hugs and kisses in hopes that I would go to sleep. But this is what would happen nightly!
Once the door was shut they would hear…smack…door creaking open, bitter batter- bitter batter, spank spank…Carrie go to bed! And over and over it would go.
Fast forward: At four years old, I had a peddle car and the mailman just loved me (rolling eyes)! I would take that little peddle car up a hill about a block. Then turn right and continue up a very steep hill about the length of two blocks, blocking all traffic and mostly the mailman. He would get out of his truck and say, “where do you live?” I always took him to my mom’s best friend’s house, Bev, who lived at the top of that hill. And She always got the blame for me driving in the street.
I loved ice cream! We lived about three miles from DQ (Dairy Queen) and I would get it in my mind to walk there, alone, across the busiest street until one of my mom’s friends would see me and bring me home.
Streaking: Ok I really gave my mother a hard time when it came to baths…I would take off into the neighborhood and she would have to make Kay or Pam chase me!
Shoes… who likes them?
As soon as I would get out our front door I would hide them…but never remembered where.
Now I just reminded my self how blessed I am with my kids!
Not many pictures of me when i was young...but you can see behind me the road I would begin my adventure on! Don't I look so innocent!
Ok mentor!!! Are you happy?
Carrie
4 comments:
Carrie,
It is so nice to see you blogging. Keep it up!! You really told some great stories here!
Doreen
Well you can blame it on my mentor! Even when I'm not talking to her...I hear her voice..."YOU NEED TO BLOG!"
but you know it's working cause I'm blogging!
heheehe
Mom,
I finally sat here and read your blog, I've been looking around on your site also and I just thought that you should know this. It's amazing to me the stuff you come up with, it is not only adorable, cute and creative but so artistic and beautiful. The things you create are not just "dye cuts" (however you spell them) BUT are pieces of art, pieces you created and are selling to people around the world. That to me is AwEsOmE and AmAzInG which makes sense since you are overall an AmAzInG role model, mom, friend, teacher, preacher, (lol) and ArTist. I am proud to say my mom is an not just an AmAzInG person but also an AmAzInG artist and I love you!
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