The beginning of who knows what...
Well... I guess you could say that I have once again been inspired by my big brother, Jeremy, who was inspired by his creative wife, Beth. Beth has been blogging since November and Jeremy recently started also. I figured that I have a lot to say, whether anyone wants to hear it or not, so I might as well say it here.
I'm sure that you are wondering about the name of my blog "Roses are redheads." For anyone who does not personally know me, the light of my life is my beautiful, spunky, stubborn, red-headed 2 year old daughter. And, her middle name happens to be Rose. The reason that she is incorporated is that she has been my life-line for the past 3 years (including pregnancy ... which starts a tangent).
Tangent 1: For any of you who do not have kids, or are men, or said that while pregnant, you felt the best you ever have ... this is for you. My 36 weeks of pregnancy were the sickest that I have EVER been. Some women are fortunate enough to have little or no morning sickness. I was cursed with 36 weeks of it. So please, please, please be respectful of mothers-to-be. Open the doors for them, be patient when they are waddling slowly down an aisle, DON'T rub their bellies (that is not a thrill for them), husbands - hold their hair when they puke and rub their feet. STOP and take time to tell your mother "Thank you." Pregnancy is not always a pleasant dance. But, I will never regret it because that precious girl saying "luv you" and "momma" would melt the coldest of hearts.
OK, so I am off that tangent and back to why my daughter is so much a part of everything I do (even blogs). I truly believe, and always will, that if it were not for God sending me a child, I would not be where I am today. When I found out I was pregnant, I was still trying to motivate myself to finish school and figure out what the heck I wanted to do with my life. It's amazing how life changing events can force someone to make quick decisions. On that day in July when I saw that wake up call, I knew from that point on it was up to me to provide for a little soul. I had to finish school, get a good job, and be successful so that my little girl could have everything that she needed, dreamed, and more.
Of course there is more to this story ... like how I was a single mom for 2 months, met my husband to be, was married November 1, 2003 ... but that is all many different blogs.
So I graduated from Tech in May 15, 2004 (mind you I should have graduated December of 2001 ... I seem to like the indirect paths). On May 18th I began a job in the insurance industry (with a B.A. in Psychology?) to begin planning for my daughter's future. So here I am, spending every day, working hard to succeed in a male dominated career (another tangent later), just to get that little redhead through life to become a law-abiding, productive citizen.
Closing: Since this is my first blog, I appreciate anyone who has stayed with my ramblings this long. Just wait until I get really hyped up about something (like the 5 year old in Florida put in handcuffs) and you will really see what my ramblings are like.
I'm sure that you are wondering about the name of my blog "Roses are redheads." For anyone who does not personally know me, the light of my life is my beautiful, spunky, stubborn, red-headed 2 year old daughter. And, her middle name happens to be Rose. The reason that she is incorporated is that she has been my life-line for the past 3 years (including pregnancy ... which starts a tangent).
Tangent 1: For any of you who do not have kids, or are men, or said that while pregnant, you felt the best you ever have ... this is for you. My 36 weeks of pregnancy were the sickest that I have EVER been. Some women are fortunate enough to have little or no morning sickness. I was cursed with 36 weeks of it. So please, please, please be respectful of mothers-to-be. Open the doors for them, be patient when they are waddling slowly down an aisle, DON'T rub their bellies (that is not a thrill for them), husbands - hold their hair when they puke and rub their feet. STOP and take time to tell your mother "Thank you." Pregnancy is not always a pleasant dance. But, I will never regret it because that precious girl saying "luv you" and "momma" would melt the coldest of hearts.
OK, so I am off that tangent and back to why my daughter is so much a part of everything I do (even blogs). I truly believe, and always will, that if it were not for God sending me a child, I would not be where I am today. When I found out I was pregnant, I was still trying to motivate myself to finish school and figure out what the heck I wanted to do with my life. It's amazing how life changing events can force someone to make quick decisions. On that day in July when I saw that wake up call, I knew from that point on it was up to me to provide for a little soul. I had to finish school, get a good job, and be successful so that my little girl could have everything that she needed, dreamed, and more.
Of course there is more to this story ... like how I was a single mom for 2 months, met my husband to be, was married November 1, 2003 ... but that is all many different blogs.
So I graduated from Tech in May 15, 2004 (mind you I should have graduated December of 2001 ... I seem to like the indirect paths). On May 18th I began a job in the insurance industry (with a B.A. in Psychology?) to begin planning for my daughter's future. So here I am, spending every day, working hard to succeed in a male dominated career (another tangent later), just to get that little redhead through life to become a law-abiding, productive citizen.
Closing: Since this is my first blog, I appreciate anyone who has stayed with my ramblings this long. Just wait until I get really hyped up about something (like the 5 year old in Florida put in handcuffs) and you will really see what my ramblings are like.
posted by Kristina @ Tuesday, April 26, 2005
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