Monday, November 22, 2004

Mom Talk


I got this picture, as well as the following poem, from: http://www.proudarmymoms.org/poems3.htm

NAiVETe
If every single soldier
took his Mother off to war,
it would be the quickest battle
that was ever fought before…
the kindest sweetest Mother
would turn into something wild
should any sort of danger
pose a threat to her dear child.
There’s something in a Mother
that clicks in when baby’s born -
that tells her to protect him
and keep him safe from harm…
the female of the species
is the fiercest,so they say -
So take the Mothers with you -
you’ll be home within the day…
©Christina January 1995
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A few weeks ago I had to interview my mom for one of my classes. I basically just asked her a bunch of questions about her development (mainly in her younger life). She wrote her responses out for me and, therefore, I thought I'd share them with my readers. Although these responses don't say much about who she is nor much about the numerous incredible things she has done, they provide just a quick glimpe into the life of this wonderful lady:

One of the most important aspects of my development was the fact that my parents encouraged my independence as far back as I can remember. They never made me feel that I couldn't do something. If my siblings and I wanted to do something our parents always said, "If you believe you can do it go ahead." This was anywhere from painting a chest of drawers at age six to redecorating and wallpapering the house at age fourteen. Our parents always treated us with respect as if we had good sense even when we probably didn't!

At age eighteen I got married because that is what girls did back then. I learned the hard way that infatuation does not necessarily create a good marriage. After five years I was divorced. Later, I remarried a man that I was not infatuated with but whom I respected. He was a trustworthy and stable partner who respected and encouraged me in my own pursiuts. This marriage has lasted 34 years.

Up until I was five years old my brother and sister and I played the same types of games such as cowboys and indians, cops and robbers, and chase. There didn't seem to be any differences made between girls and boys during those years. However, when I was five years old I started to first grade and quickly learned there was a difference between girls and boys. There were girls bathrooms and boys bathrooms and a kid could get into big trouble if he or she went into the wrong one. Also, I began to notice there was a differenec made in attitudes toward boys and girls. Girls were expected to sweep and clean the blackboard while boys were asked to bring in wood for the wood stove and climb up and let the windows down from the top.

From as far back as I can remember, growing up my mother took us to church at least every Sunday. By the time I was in high school I was given the choice of going to church or not and I chose to do so. However, over the years I have come to believe that one does not have to enter a building and meet with other people to worship God and be a Christian. Therefore, I do not attend an organized church now.

When I was young, we lived in a rural setting where almost everyone was in the same social class. None of us had a lot of money but my family and all my friends were comfortable and happy and did not realize there were so many things we did not have. I was grown before I really saw the differences between the "haves and the have nots." Travelling to other countries and working with people of various social classes has made me realize that all men are not created equal. They are created in a social class that is almost impossible to escape from.

Education was always of foremost importance for all of my childhood. My mother had a master's degree, her two brothers did as well (which eventually became Ph.D's), and her father was a doctor. I always knew the pressures to get a good education yet they never really seemed pressuring. My mother was a teacher and it was a given that I could go to college after high school. I never gave a thought to not going to college. I just didn't realize that I would be spending twenety-two years in school! Education does not stop with the end of the classroom setting. To make life worthwhile, education should be a never ending process. Education keeps ones life from becoming stagnant.

I have been employed since I was seventeen. Early jobs were understandably low wage as I had not completed my education. However, I always felt that my jobs were important and should be done well. With every job, I advanced as much as was possible. I always kept higher goals in sight until I have finally realized my dream of being a self-employed professional. Money is very important in ones choice of employment, but even more important is ones satisfaction and enjoyment of his or her profession.

Friday, November 19, 2004

The Beauty of Teamwork


Me with some of my best pals and former college tennis teammates!

I love teamwork! At only 23 years old, I have spent a good part of my life as a member of various teams. These teams include: little league softball teams, a high school softball team, a high school tennis team, a college tennis team, academic teams like UIL, yearbook staffs, newspaper staffs, classroom teams, social clubs, family teams, and even "pranking" teams! I am sure I have left out many others (forgive me if it is one you and I were on together)!

So, what is a team? According to John C. Maxwell in his book, The 17 Indisputable Laws of Teamwork, "Teams come in all shapes and sizes. If you're married, you're a team. If you are employed by an organization, you and your colleagues are a team. If you volunteer your time, you and your fellow workers are a team."

Throughout all of these endeavors, I have accumulated a vast “team of friends.” When I look back at my accomplishments, I take pride in the many successful tasks -- but what I take the most pride in is that "team of friends" I was able to accomplish. Yesterday, whilst watching the TV show "The Apprentice," I was somewhat disappointed with one of the contestants, Maria. During a project, Maria refused to listen to the advice of her team's designated project manager when what he was telling her was of critical importance. Thus, she was a big contributing factor to her team’s loss in the end. What made me angry was when she said something along the lines of, "This is business. I am not here to make friends or to get to know my teammates. I am here to win and that is it." Her comment left me thinking to myself, "Well hon, if you can't do the simple task of getting to know your teammates then you don't really have a team and you definitely don’t have a chance at becoming Trump’s next ‘Apprentice’." After all, a team is only as strong as it's weakest link and Maria was definitely that link! I believe a team cannot be efficient or effective when the teammates cannot take the time to get to know one another. Otherwise, they are nothing more than a "group" -- not a team!

After this episode was over, I began having fond memories of some of my fellow teammates and was, thus, inspired to write this blog. These particular teammates were three male teammates I had during a semester-long team project in my Teams and Team Leadership class at ACU. I will never forget the strong bond we all shared by the end of the semester.

My teammates were David, Chaz, and Kevin. On the day when it came time to choose our teammates, our professor reminded our class about the importance of gender diversity in effective teams. Thank goodness he said this! The guys then asked me to be on their team -- I was very honored.

Throughout the entire semester, each team in the class worked on a real project (as opposed to a simulated one) in which we had to come up with a plan for the senior class of one of the local high schools to raise money to go on their senior class trip. At the end of the semester, we would have to market our idea to the high school's senior student body officers and pray that they picked it. Why? Because the winning team would receive some fatty extra credit!

Each week throughout the semester, my team met both in and out of class to work on our project. We were very efficient in our work because we each knew what our own roles in the team were and we followed through with them. I remember us buying pizza to snack on at some of the meetings and, in our last meeting, I bought donuts and soda for the guys as a way of thanking them. Being the only girl on the team, I had felt a bit awkward at the beginning of the semester, but by the time we had hit this last meeting, I was easily and calmly asserting myself with these men. They respected me, as I did them. Also, our team always focused on encouragement rather than argument during critical moments -- it worked! Our team won! The high school chose our idea and we received the extra credit when it was all over with.

Since this class ended, every time I have seen a member of my former team, I think we have each felt a great sense of a bond and deep respect for one another. In that short amount of time during that semester, we each came to realize our own significance -- in school and in life in general -- as well as the significance of each other. It was a beautiful, beautiful thing!

I would be willing to go to the boardroom with a team of friends like this, and the many others I have in my life, any day of the year!

Monday, November 15, 2004

Me? Bald?

So... Kim and I spent ALL afternoon working on this project thing that we have due in one of our classes on Wednesday. We tend to get bored doing this series of interrelated projects that we have due in this class. Therefore, after much time spent working, we decided we needed to take a "fun" break. We tend to take these "fun" breaks ever so often while we work. So, we messaged our friend, who we'll call Jane Doe, with this HILARIOUS fake scenario that we had made up -- and little did she know (nor does she still not know unless she has read this post) that it was all just a joke! Kim and I died laughing the entire time! So, without further ado, here is the hilarious convo -- it is very much worth the read:

Holly: OMG! Jane - I know you are good w/ style issues - k... I just had this HUGE tangle in my hair and so I cut it out and now I have this HUGE bald spot on the back of my head - I am too embarrassed to go out in public now - HELP!
Jane Doe: lol what's going on
Holly: Just a mid young adulthood crisis :(
Jane Doe: haha the hair?
Holly: Yeah...
Holly: I tried to glue it back but it's just turned into a huge mess
Jane Doe: HOLLY
Jane Doe: why would you glue your hair on your head
Holly: because i felt like it was the last resort
Jane Doe: lol where's the bald spot
Holly: and i have a BIG meeting to go to
Jane Doe: today?
Holly: Right on the top of the back of my head
Holly: tonight :(
Jane Doe: can you part it differently?
Jane Doe: to cover it
Holly: there's nothing left there to part
Jane Doe: LOL is it a big bald spot
Holly: The glue has dried and now it's made all this white flaky stuff that looks like dandruff
Jane Doe: and did you actually cut your hair at like your scalp....or is it just really short there
Jane Doe: lol just wash your hair
Holly: Yeah... to put it bluntly... yes... I look like a man in a mid life crisis who is losing his hair
Jane Doe: LOL
Jane Doe: is it a big spot...or kind of small
Holly: It is big... i'd say about 3 centimeters wide
Holly: or maybe 4
Holly: not sure exactly
Jane Doe: okay, that's not too bad
Holly: yes it is!
Jane Doe: can you pull your hair in a half or something
Holly: It's a little bigger than a half dollar!
Jane Doe: like pull the front up
Jane Doe: lol holly how did that happen...
Holly: Kim suggested I wear a hat
Jane Doe: what kind of meeting is it
Holly: I had a HUGE rats nest tangle in my hair
Holly: and had to cut it
Jane Doe: how did you get such a big tangle
Holly: I have to wear a dress and can't wear a hat
Jane Doe: well if you pulled it half way up would that cover it
Holly: I was taking a nap and my puppy got on my head and in my hair
Jane Doe: lol
Holly: i thought about doin' a bun over it...but that wasn't working out
Jane Doe: what about just curling your hair in like really tight curls and wearing it in a pony tail or something
Holly: yeah....i guess i could do that, i'm just afraid it might pull the old stuff that i glued back in out
Jane Doe: and lol you actually have your hair glued in
Jane Doe: what kind of glue did you use
Holly: i think i'm going to go up the street to the "black" store and just buy some weave
Jane Doe: HOLLY lol
Holly: i used a glue stick
Dane Doe: like, a regular old elmers glue stick type of glue
Holly: well it wasn't elmers...but it was a generic brand....it was like blue but turns invisible or something
Jane Doe: holly i dont think that kind of glue is going to hold hair in anyway
Jane Doe: just wash your hair and either pull it halfway up, or put it in a pony tail
Holly: i'm a little worried that when i shower in the morning it will make the glue not work anymore
Jane Doe: lol
Jane Doe: holly there's no way that glue would last even if you didnt wash your hair
Holly: yeah, i was going to use my hot glue gun, but i forgot i had let my roommate borrow it...when she gets home tonight i will probably get that from her and try it
Jane Doe: NO
Jane Doe: you're gonna burn yourself lol holly
Holly: i was going to use the lowest setting
Jane Doe: i hate to break it to you but i think you're just gonna have to have a little bald spot
Holly: oh okay
Holly: but thanks for your help
Holly: i just always thought your hair looked so good, so i thought i'd ask you
Holly: thanks though
Jane Doe: aww thanks lol
Jane Doe: sorry i couldnt help you more
Holly: no, you really helped me a lot
Holly: i'm gonna maybe try the curls idea
Jane Doe: lol okay
Jane Doe: good luck chica
Jane Doe: :-)
Holly: just not curl that piece i just glued back in
Holly: thanks
Jane Doe: lol your welcome...bye holly
Holly: bye

Saturday, November 13, 2004

Funny Picture


This is my hand. I scanned it with my scanner then made a "hope your broken finger gets well soon" card for Laura. It hurt to hold my finger like that for so long! ha ha! Posted by Hello

Friday, November 12, 2004

R.I.P. Yasser Arafat

I wanted to post this latest blog from my incredibly cool and intelligent friend Angie's blog site because it is so good (as all her posts are) and it conveys the way in which I, too, feel about the recent passing of Yasser Arafat:

I'm not sure how I feel about Arafat's death. That suggests that I am mixed between feeling good and bad about his death, but this 'good' isn't in that I'm glad he's dead cuz I didn't like him--but instead good because maybe some change will finally bring that chunk of the world a little closer to peace. I am actually more upset by his death, I guess you could say. I think the cause he was fighting for was just. He was fighting for the liberty of his people. (Sound familiar?) The Palestinians should be 'allowed' to rule themselves. But Arafat's methods were not right. Killing is never the answer. But then if your people have been suppressed by another group for hundreds (or is it thousands?) of years that does not recognize the values, differences, and lives of your people... and refuse any sort of compromise... you've got to do something. And they have been trying...

Why are people so damn stubborn? They are so set on what they think is right that they don't recognize that what is right for them may not be what is right for someone else.

May Arafat rest in peace.

Wednesday, November 10, 2004

The Ghosts of Roommates Past

Well, I don't know if the title I called this blog really makes sense. None of these girls I speak of in this blog are ghosts (that I know of) -- but they were all (and one currently is) my roommates! Read and enjoy! There's quite a lot you can learn about me from these!

Tasha: I will never forget my first roommate ever, Tasha. During orientation the summer before school began at WC, my tennis coach (Coach Coan) had our new team get together, practice, and tell stories about ourselves -- basically just a big weekend of icebreaking! During the weekend, Coach Coan assigned us to our very first roommates. Although I had already known Shannon, Anna, and Jennifer H. before becoming teammates (God strangely had us meet earlier that summer - and we had all played each other in highschool tennis before yet we never really knew one another until then) - none of them were assigned to be my roommate. Instead, coach assigned me to Tasha. I remember getting in my car afterwards w/ Shannon, Anna, and Jennifer (we all rode to orientation together as new friends!) and we were laughing at how weird my roommate was. Tasha -- the quiet girl from the beach with long, brown, stringy hair which carelessly hung over one of her eyes -- the girl who said she collected "milk labels" -- was going to be my roommate! The girls teased me about it the rest of the weekend. Then, however, we got to know Tasha once we had settled into the school/dorm life. She was actually a really good roommate. She did steal my nasal spray because she thought it was drugs, but other than that she was great! She remained part of my circle of friends throughout my two years at DubC. Then Hollee -- who became my best friend -- and I begged Tasha to trade roommates and let Hollee take her place as my roommate. Tasha moved out and Hollee moved in... for a short time.

Hollee: Oh the memories of Hollee! Hollee was the first best friend I ever made in college. It was one of the deeper friendships I ever made in college. Hollee and I had so much in common: We shared the same name, our b-days were the same month and only a few days apart, we both had heart murmurs, we both were on the tennis team, we both drove SUV's - I even saved her life once (but I won't go into that). We were sisters. I don't know how we stayed alive that semester - we never got any sleep because we'd stay up all hours of the night nearly every night chatting the night away, pranking, and just laughing to death. It was great! And Hollee was even a motherly roommate -- I've still never had a roommate who would cover me up if I fell asleep without a blanket -- kinda strange yet still nice of her to care! Sadly, Hollee decided to leave WC at the end of that first fall semester. That was really really hard for me to deal with - it was the first best friend I felt I had ever lost even though we were still friends. We called each other long-distance nearly everyday for that entire next semester so it wasn't too bad. I miss that friendship. She's now married and has a gorgeous baby.

Keisha: Gosh -- where should I begin? I always speak of what a horrible roommate she was - and the nasty things she did with people while I was in the room - but what many don't know is that we were best friends for a while before she "changed". She, like all the other previous roommates, was also on my tennis team. I remember practically everyone in the dorms being afraid of her - she was a very pretty girl but with a very mean attitude - this scared people! I, however, was never phased. If anything I thought it would be a fun challenge to try and befriend her. It worked! I broke through her mean deamenor and found a great friend in in the process. Soon the whole team even became great friends with her - all was peachy. But then the drugs started and the rest was history - read my very first blog if you want to know more. Change in friendship since then scares me, fills me with anxiety - because I know the toll it can take on a friendship if the change is negative and not worked on - very painful. A watse of time? No. It was a great, sad, heart-breaking, learning experience. I hate drugs.

Tracy: Tracy's story is going to be a very short one simply because, even though she was my roommate, she was never really there! She was a newcomer on the team yet she always skipped practice. Soon into our rooming together she just left never showed up at school or practice or in the room again. She was gone. Got pregnant by a member of the basketball team. The next semester she called and begged me to get a picture of her baby's daddy and send it to her in the mail - but I somehow forgot.

Amber: This will be another short one as well. Amber was the first roommate I ever had at ACU. I honestly cannot, for the life of me, remember what her last name was - it has driven me crazy off and on for about a year or two now! She was a senior who graduated that December. She and I really didn't talk very much - she was actually kind of rude. I was, however, glad that she let me sit with her and her crazy friends the first week of chapel (since I had yet to get to know anyone at that time). Luckily I began dating Ryan and he and I sat together the rest of that semester! I miss Ryan! He is married now but I really want to just say hi to him but I don't know how that would fly - me being his ex and all. Oh well - I am honestly glad he is happy and that Blake has a mom now! Oh yeah -- back to Amber -- well, that's all I had to say about her. I never really got to know her! ha ha.

Lindsay: Lindsay was my second, pot luck, roommate at ACU. Lindsay was way cool! She and I lived together for about a semester I think. We were never really too close but we did get along really well. She and I (and some others) even drank in the apartment a few times (wooo! shhh!). I don't have much though that I remember about her. What I do remember is these Ansel Adams pictures she hung in our living room - I really didn't like them but I really couldn't dispute her attempt at decorating seeing as how I probably sucked worse at it!

Whitney: I love Whitney! She and I still talk a lot even though she is off at law school far away from where I am. Whitney was one of, if not THE, best roommates I have ever had the privelege of knowing. She was smart like me. She was kind of messy like I was. She was kind of quiet like me yet able to come out of her shell (like me) and shock people at times. I remember she and I staying up late on many many nights just laughing the night away or talking about the days events. And I loved the nights when Becky would come chill too and we'd all ghetto dance! Also, she (and Becky) was a club sista' of mine so we always had lots to talk about once we got back to our apartment from club meetings! One time I paid Whitney $5.00 (yeah, I'm cheap) to clean this nasty rotten soup that I had let mold in the microwave. She was so brave to clean that stinky scum up and TO THIS DAY I still apologize to her and thank her for cleaning that for me! Thank you Whitney! THANK YOU SO MUCH! Anyway, I love Whitney! What an awesome person, roommate, and friend!

Melody: Melody is my current roommate. I can't really say too much at this time since the whole roommate experience hasn't fully played out yet. All I can say is that we are two very different people and that I sometimes disagree with and argue with her (even though I probably shouldn't) - but she really is a nice and smart girl. I hope things work out well. :)





Sunday, November 07, 2004

Letter from a Prisoner: My Brother

This is a letter from my younger brother, Ben, who is currently serving time for drug-related theft:

10-31-04

Dear Holly,

How are things going there? I am doing good here. I am not going to Corpus Christi as I first thought. I will be going to Freeport, TX instead. Freeport, from what I hear, is a small gulf coast fishing community with a population of about 13,000 people or so. It is 60 miles south of Houston and about 40 or so miles west of Galveston. I am kind of disappointed that I will be going to a small town but it beats being locked up. Anyways, how is Ellie doing? It is sure a big responsibility owning a pet. I hope Ellie is being a good dog. Besides that, I am sure I can get my probation transferred to another county. I don't want to go to Cleburne because there is really no opportunity there and I don't have my own transportation. It would be hard to try to find a job with no car. I want to go to a city if I can because there would be plenty of jobs and lots of transportation. Anyways, I got plenty of birthday cards from the family. I got cards from Mom, Aunt Carolyn and Uncle Jim, and Aunt Nancy and Uncle Paul, and even Patricia. I also got a letter from Patricia too. I can't wait to get out. I turned 21 but I will not drink alcohol ever. I am learning that I can have so much fun without drugs or alcohol. Well, I don't have much more to write so I will wrap this letter up. I hope your school is going well and I am sure proud that you are achieving your goals. Well got to go. Bye.

Love,

Ben