Infinite Beginnings

Blogging...uh, well, I have heard of it. I have thought about doing it. But why? Who wants to know what I have to say. More importantly, who cares? And how in the world does one go about starting one?

For as long as I can remember, I have been curious. Curious about EVERYthing. I know it works, but HOW? I realize it is out there somewhere, but WHERE? Sure you explained it to me, now let ME try! The fabulous thing about being curious is most times, the curious one is the first to try, the first to discover, the first to know. I am far from being a Vasca de Gama or a Christina Columbus, but I would think it very fair to say that I am the most adventurous person in my family. I have not yet conquered my irrational fear of flying over the seas to Europe or Asia or Africa, but I have logged a heck of a lot of miles on my vehicles, my Skymiles account, and my body.  One thing is for sure, I am always willing to take at least one more step than yesterday, see what new things I can get into, and appreciate about humankind, about life, in an ever-expanding Universe....or maybe I just get bored easily!
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No sense talking about the first 17 years of newness and intrigue and the wild reckless abandon of a life I led (my friends who knew me then will giggle at that one). When it was time to head off to college, to get and do what it takes to become a doctor, break those parent-strings, I was not the least bit worried or frightened or reluctant; but ask me to part from my brand new boyfriend? Are you kidding?! But I did it; and off to a new city, a new experience, I went. For awhile. Cincinnati, Ohio, is not exactly Paris; but to an 18 yr old girl with stars in her eyes, it might as well have been. I wasn't there long, mind you. That boyfriend thing just tugged and tugged at me til I found myself right back in my hometown. But Now, moving back in with my parents, I was an adult, someone who had spent the last three months growing up at least 12 years in maturity! Ok, so now to attend a new college... smaller, liberal arts college, same major, And three semesters later, small didn't seem so good anymore., and neither did my parent's house. Where were the high tech computers (ok, only so high tech in the 80s)? Where were the big marching bands at football games and air conditioned labs and classrooms, and PARTIES? OHIO STATE- THAT'S where they were. NEXT!

Wow! Talk about starry eyed! At first, anyway. I mean, yes, I had grown up hearing more about THE Ohio State University than American History in high school; so it's not like it was some place foreign or to be afraid of. Turns out, it wasn't. And if I had been satisfied with making $4.75 per hour, going to a few of Jane and Michelle's house parties, and not being married anymore, it just might have been a great place to explore a little more. But, time to marry that handsome boyfriend, six months my junior, but at least 8 yrs. wiser than me (yeah, right). And time to get a REAL job---let's be a COP!!

If I heard it once, I heard it five hundred times,..."you sound JUST like the mousy voiced girl in the Policy Academy movies!" WhatEVER! Bet you wouldn't say that if you saw me take down a perp (I hate that word that CSI sooo overuses!!) or break into a crackhouse! Okay, maybe I didn't actually BREAK into a crackhouse, but I was in my fair share of them. Not very pleasant places to be...but as a cop, the chance to experience humanity at all levels and stages and conditions was amazing. But, as I kept choosing to expand my horizons, learn more about religions, and languages, and foods, and peoples, my young marriage kept moving backwards in time. Growing more and more immature, taking a toll on two young people who really did love each other. They just did not know how to show it and grow it. NEXT!

Isn't it cool to know that with blogging, the next installment can take up at this beginning's end?