What a Wonderful World

Again, the title means nothing about this post. Just that I couldn't think of any title and I just couldn't leave it blank.

I have been reading Dean Koontz novel, Whispers, I and I finally found a book that he doesn't have a furry, four legged friend whom we all termed "dog" in it. Which is such a relief.

I also have been reading Grumpy Old Ken's blog posts, and I have to say, I am kind of jealous. I doubt that I can ever write a blog like one of his posts. He has so much talent. What do I have? Just my inside thoughts about my life and such.

That's okay, as I was reading his current post, he mentioned that he didn't know when he first started writing that Google can track his own page visits. When I started this particular blog, I didn't know how to turn it off. I knew that it was tracking it, had no idea how to make it stop.

This week I agreed to watch my friend's kid for her. He is a couple years older than my baby. I am excited because my baby will have a playmate. I am a little apprehensive because I will be watching two babies. That's alright though, I know if the shoe was on the other foot, she would do the same thing.

This woman is the same woman that I mentioned about. The one that I have known for three years and keep running into around the world. I would go into combat relieved if she was by my side. A friendship like that is one in a million type of friendship.

I often wonder if I can make it in the medical field. If I am only going into the medical field because a vast majority of my family is in it, and it is one thing that I know I can do. It's funny because my mother home schooled all of her kids when we were younger, and I know she was grooming us to go in the medical field.

I remember her words as clear as day still. I even remember how her voice sounded. "You want to go into the nursing program because that will be a guaranteed job. Here in a handful of years the baby boomers will retire and there will be a need for nurses. There already is a need for them. " My mother was a very smart woman.

I thought long and hard about my life and where I wanted to be and do before I joined Uncle Sam's force, IE the military. I didn't want to be a nurse, I rebelled against my mother's teachings. For three and a half years I balked at it and was a diesel mechanic instead.

And now I guess my mother is laughing in heaven now, because I finally stopped yanking at the chains and settled down in the job she groomed us for. Do you think it a selfish thing to do that to your kids? I certainly do, but I also think that my mother was very smart in her decisions. At least some of her decisions. It would have to be another blog post if you wanted to know every thing about her, and I doubt I have that time, or heart to spill my past secrets right now.

Besides, who would we be if we didn't hold something back from the world? Some little crumb of knowledge and truth about us that no one knows? Maybe one day, on a rainy day, I might post somethings about my childhood, and my mother here, but do not expect all of it. And do not expect it to be all sunny and rosy, because it wasn't.

Anyways, I got to get the house ready for company. So I wish all of you peace and better days.