Get to Know Me Monday

It's been awhile since I last did a "Get to know Me Monday" and this has been on the brain as of late. Smells. Scents. Have you ever noticed how certain smells just instantly put you in a good mood? Or at least for a small passing moment? Well, a friend of mine at work was talking the other day on how our brain is stimulated by everything. Sites, smells, and sounds etc. In particularly smells can make or break a passing mood or thought. BOY... should I know! I work at the hospital and in every room I enter is a new smell. And BELIEVE you-me most...MOST are not the good smells LOL Some half the time are JUST unbearable and with my job I have to linger for at least a few minutes in each room to chat with the patients and the trick of not going BA-ZURK with smells is one trick I just cant seem to master.

HowEVER

I do try to think of all the lovely things on this earth that..as my friend says "stimulates" good thoughts --hehe--Isn't it also funny how some smells also stimulate your feelings as well?

Like lemons. Fresh cut lemons make me think of home. Not so much as my house home but in the since of ordinary simple pure peace of home.

The smell of books. Bookstores, Libraries, and the smell of a brand new book THRILLS me.

It's another one that makes me feel at home simply because it's me. Its what I've always been about. Reading. My mother would read to me at least 6-8 books or more if I could talk her into it when I was little. I just don't know how much I can express that reading to me is simply me. I adore it. New places, New people, New lives...it's a whole new world within each new or old book with a history. And the smell...is just pure essence to the soul.

Sharpies. Okay...now don't get all weird and think I get the "high buzz" but I love the smell of writing with a sharpie. If you have ever received a note, card, or letter by me...9/10 it was written with a sharpie. Not to mention but there just plain cute. Every Christmas is a brand new pack in my stocking :)



Bread. WHY oh WHY does bread have to be loaded with calories? Alas entering into a bread bakery or a fresh loaf out of the oven in just plain intoxicating. Agree? Well you better LOL
I can eat bread and rolls as a meal in it's self! Comfort food? Heck yes and the smell...Comfort Smell ALL the way.



Now, whatever your doing in your life I hope you stop and take a moment for whatever smell that brings a small happiness to your life. Remember it. Take it in. And then...think of me.

Probably in some AWEFUL hospital room smelling something TOTTLY different. LOL
Auvoir

Get to Know Me :: Monday ::

Part Two :: The Color of Skin ::

For as long as I can remember, all my life people would ask me what my gentic background was.
I've been guessed at being asiaon, hispanic, chinese, hawwian...yada yada. But, no one has everhit it right on the nail.

So, when I first started thinking of what to do my part 2 for monday on...My first thoughts were to meet the parents. The two crazy that gave you dear, snooper, talkitive me! But then I thought, I wanted to do a post/write on an issue that in away has been a HUGE part of my life but yet a NON PART of my life subject. Race. The color of Skin.

To truly understand let me first state that I am 100% comfortable in my own skin. My race has never been an issue with me or have I ever had to deal with any racial issues until this past election.

When my parents started dating, there were some harsh feelings on my mothers completely white side of the family tree. My mother was already 33 at the time of her pregnancy with me and my grandmother whom I love/loved dearly had a very hard time coming around. Growing up I never new that, that backin the days of little tierra in the womb my moms family was just not ready--particuly my grandmother. I have never held this aganist my grandmother because for one my grandmother was born in 1922 and grew up her entire era when it was just not done. Mixing your race. Yes, it was done but was it excepted, No. And so to my grandmother, it was truly hard to understand. So lets fast forward to my grand entrance to this world. My skin color. White. -----------> Shock O-rama to the fam's on both sides.
Check out the picture below. It's one of my faves of my Dad and me at 5 months old. I love my Dad's Smile.

If you haven't guessed it my Dad is African American. My mom, an Irish redhead with extreme white skin who would practically toast herself in the sun just for a tan and die her hair blond. My mom was simply, the bomb.com that way LOL

For both sides of the family it was something to take in for sure that my skin was not as dark as they thought it would have been.
My mom always told me all my life that I was to always know that I was the way Heavenly Father wanted me to be. Skin color and all.

And for that, I have had the greatest honor of growing up with two completely different sides of cultures, foods, expressions, and skin colors. When I was younger it was harder to express to your friends the difference in things BUT the older I got and up till now, my life embraces both sides.


Through these two, I am who I am. A Bi-Racial American who is proud to say that she can come from both colors.

My mother always taught me to always remember who I was. To never be ashamed of skin color or even the colors of others. My traits from my mom & dad I like you to know this Monday is this.

From Mom who I was raised by---my parents went their separate ways after I was three--is the knowledge of the gospel. To read my scriptures daily and always put your shoulder to the wheel and push long. doing your duty in life with a heart full of song. To except others. To except myself. To dance crazy to music loudly at any chance you get. To go shopping for clothes and splurge once in while. To hear the music in everything. To make people feel comfortable and welcome in my home. and always always pray. I shall never forget the many many times of passing my moms bedroom door and seeing her kneel in prayer.

From my Dad comes the talking. I forewarn anyone who gets my Dad going. He's worse then me LOL From him I get most of my face outline...We look exactly alike in the face. Also I get my stubborness in life. To be independent. You'll probably never remember this part but I'm very independent...to the extreme and I have so much trouble in giving things over to other people to do. Just like my Dad. I'm friendly to the extreme just like my Dad. He will be friend anyone that will befriend him.

Now, I know this was long so brownie points for those who read this all the way through. To end...my Skin, I am who I am. Sometimes I think I got so chipped in the skin deal because it takes forever for me to tan and I get SO FREAKIN pale in the winter LOL

But for reals though, these two gave me life. I was born to goodly parents who have loved me in way that I shall never feel unloved. So now you know. Until next Monday-Chow!

Get to Know Me :: Monday ::

YowwwwZa look at those legs! Lately, I've been brain storming --something you should always be careful with, when around me LOL--And I wanted to do something to where on my blog, it would be noting some memories & thoughts but also allow you to get to know me better.

Hence "Get to know Me Monday" brilliant right? Don't answer that :)

Have you ever wondered what is people's take on you, that they see from your blog?

After all it is your-this ones mine--blog. So therefore it shows who you are. Your likes,your family, your interest ...yada yada and so forth.

I hope that you all see this...Me...for what it is. Just a single gal livin a southern life searchin for that sweet talkin, to slow moving, southern man.

And Everything else in between LOL

So every Monday or so *I may not be perfect at this* I plan on sharing alittle about myself that I would like for you to get to know. To see. That way, to whatever blog summarizing you give mine, I've at least had my say. HAHA!

To kick off, I found these the other day going through photos and couldn't think of a better way to sum me up then these two killer photos of me.

High Heels, Lip stick, & dreaming of being a mommy. Oh, and rockin the care bear undies! Yeah baby! ! ! Jealouuuusssssss.

All my life shoes have sang to me. Yes, I do mean S. I. N. G, sing! They are truly this girls best best friend. For as LONG as I can remember getting out my moms, aunts, high heel shoes was apart of my everyday agenda since the beginning of my time. Oh and check this out... I have this goal, that when ever I leave this earth, I always yell and remind my cousins & aunts that the casket better be opened all the way to show off my shoes. No joke!

BUT most importantly, I dream of being a mommy. ALWAYS growing up I was playing mommy & baby. My own mommy would buy me real diapers and bottles to play with. LOVED IT! To me, to be able to have a chance of having a baby is a pure gift from Heavenly Father and one that I look *UP MOST* forward in doing. Sometimes, I'll be honest and say that it is hard at church to see all of my dear friends get to have this chance while I have to wait and just play on the sidelines.

BUT Having my nephew though is truly the best part of my life. Raising a child and teaching it about all the good things in this life is my hearts desire. And not all the shoes in this world could full fill it. Except for maybe a pair of Jimmy Choo Shoes...JUST KIDDING! ! !

"If I were asked to name the Worlds greatest need, I should say unhesitatingly wise Mothers;

:: President David O. Mckay, LDS church ::