Archive for September, 2008
Today was my first day in Butler County…it was great!
I think that I will be a great fit there and they are really happy to have me there, I heard that about 25 times today. And MR kept saying how many good things he has heard about me…which is a good thing, but is it also a bad thing? Sometimes I let those expectations get the best of me…hopefully I do not let those get the best of me!
I can’t wait to go back tomorrow!
Ready for week two of work to start…because its a short week! And once I come back, I can get into a routine with work and home things. I will be glad to see that happen.
Got to talk to K yesterday, which was great! E came in from Omaha and we went to A’s graduation party. Then we came back to Lincoln, only to turn around to go to the Sprague bar….all in all, a fun night!
This weekend…Melissa and Jordan’s wedding! 🙂
which one tells the better story??
We have all heard the quote, “Scars are just tattoos with better stories”. But is that really true?
Is the story about how you fell off your bike and had a rock in your knee really better than the story told by a World War II veteran about how he got this tattoo while stationed in some exotic place with his war buddies? I think the stories are two different beasts. One is a story that is shared and related to others often, the other is one that is sometimes kept only to that person and a select few because of the memories it conjures up. If it is just the story we are concerned with, I think it would be better to stick to the scar.
However, there are different kinds of tattoo stories as well. The stories of a spring break down in Panama, a family member or friend remembered forever or just one crazy night in college. Which story would we be more interested in hearing? For the most part, I am guessing that it would be about the spring break or crazy night in college…because we never want to get to close to people anymore and know something as intimate as the story behind the anchor, initials and dates that sometime adorn the bodies around us.
Would it be so terrible to walk up to someone you know and ask them about the tattoo on their arm or leg? Sometimes you understand the meaning of the tattoo by just looking at it but do you really understand the reasoning behind the person getting it if you never take the time to ask? Most people are glad to share that information with you and most of the time; I bet you will be surprised at how open individuals can be when you give them the chance.
As we watched the Olympics this summer a lot of tattoo talk was brought up by a certain photo. Yes, I’m talking about the Misty May- Treanor/ President Bush photo. Misty has three tattoos; one is on her lower back of the Roman numeral five along with initials (the tattoo represents her favorite number and basketball player Jason Kidd).
Those details aside, if you have ever watched a match including May-Treanor and her partner Kerri Walsh, (or if you watched their interview on The Ellen DeGeneres Show) you know that Kerri slaps her behind after a good play. All President Bush was doing was a more appropriate way of doing that when he visited their practice. I shudder to think what former President Clinton would have done in that position. But back to the tattoos and scars…
I wonder if Misty enjoys the fact that everyone knows what her tattoos mean. We heard it all throughout the Olympics, the one of her shoulder is in remembrance of her mother Barbara May, the one in the famous photo also includes her grandmothers initials, and on her wrist is tattooed M2, a tattoo which she shares with her husband, Marlin’s catcher Matt Treanor (but we didn’t hear about that one…maybe because its not too visible?)
Do we talk about the scars that Misty surely has from all her years in sports? I haven’t heard one thing about any athletes or celebrities scars unless they were surgery and therefore the scar is ‘job related’. You don’t hear that this scar is from climbing a tree in the backyard or this scar is from a little league baseball game. Why is that?
Are tattoos that much more interesting than scars? Does having a tattoo represent something make it more important than the scar you got while sliding into home to score the winning run? Who decides it is more important?
Sorry for now update yesterday! I was tired when I got home and needed to get some things done.
Today went way better, not as much information overload and it seemed like there was way more of a supportive, you can do this and we value your experiences attitude. I appreciate that. I think the job is going to be a good fit, but I also think that it could and will get out of hand really quickly if I am not careful. I need to learn how to say no and ask how that fits into what I am supposed to be doing.
Hopefully they will be flexible but right now I feel like I am floundering…I’ll get my sealegs soon…I hope!
I start the new job tomorrow. I’m kinda a little nervous, but I shouldn’t be.
They made this position for me and know that I will do great in it. They have confidence in me, I’ve just got to find it in myself, to go after what I want out of this position and career path. I still feel like for awhile I will be flying by the seat of my pants but at least this is the ‘slow’ time of the year in Extension.
Hopefully tomorrow goes well! It’s kind of nerve wracking sitting here waiting on tomorrow to get here. Time to be a grown-up…which I think scares me the most.
“Here at Ohio State, they teach you to be a better man. There it’s just all about football.” Ray Small
And I honestly will take creating better young men over winning football games…because in the grand scheme of things, it is just a game of football.
I wish someone in this world would realize that being a good, honest and a person of integrity (i.e. not letting a player arrested for resisting a police officer play.) gets you further in life. That is what is wrong with our society and what will continue to be wrong with it until someone stands up and holds people accountable.
Thank you Jim Tressel for being that person.
Where were you 7 years ago?
I was in high school. A senior, sitting in the library, when the world changed.
A college freshman when we invaded Iraq. Living across the hall from an AFROTC member I got an up close look at how patriotic a person could be. Not that I wasn’t or am not patriotic, but they took it and still take it to another level. Thanks for what you do!
Has it really been 7 years?