After two years of college (with a major in art), our daughter Jaime decided to pursue a career she had long dreamed of: cosmetology. We supported her decision, and she subsequently completed cosmetology school and opened her own salon. That was 13 years ago. Much has happened since then (marriage — divorce — lost dreams), but Jaime decided three years ago to pursue her Art Education diploma, a journey which she completed this past spring. Then, only two weeks ago, she did what the naysayers said couldn’t happen: she was hired for her first teaching job. We are VERY proud of our girl as she will be impacting young lives in the class room. We also celebrate with her as she is planning her marriage (October 22) to a man who loves and adores our daughter.
How was that for an introduction to a guest post? The following is something Jaime wrote on Facebook and has since been published by her friend Katie at So, Funny Story… . Read on for a delightful post by our daughter Jaime Plemon.
By the way, I wish I could write like she does!
Someday, I will be pursued by someone who isn’t bothered by my inability to spell and the fact that I have never fully learned my multiplication tables. Someone will like my naturally curly hair and share my dislike of insane heat and humidity. My political incorrectness (I also make up words that I can’t spell) will be appreciated, as well as my insane fear of heights.
I can’t stand Kirstie Alley and I don’t care who knows. I won’t appologize for the people in my life because I don’t hang on to people I need to apologize for. I’m probably taken the wrong way constantly because I treat people I’ve just met like I’ve known them forever and have decided that I can’t be paranoid about being perceived as anything other than who I know I am.
I hate seeing celebrity’s stylists using products you can buy at Wal-Mart because they are fakes and would never do such a thing.
I’m a hopeless romantic and think that some day I’ll come home to someone who takes the trash out without me asking a thousand times and may even pick (not buy) me some flowers every now and then.
I’d rather see a person in a movie get hurt than an animal, not that I value animals lives over humans, it’s just that I feel the animals aren’t given a choice.
I say I don’t believe in Valentine’s Day because it’s cheesy but deep down doesn’t every girl secretly want the fairy tale? My favorite movies always end happy and I laugh all by myself at things that probably aren’t funny to most people. I laugh waaaayyyy too long at inappropriate times and love when others do the same! My dreams are insane and sometimes effect the first part of my day.
Someday, the fact that I’ve been married won’t change how someone feels about me and people will realize that that which does not kill us really and truly does make us stronger. My manic moments are spurred by a load of sadness and disappointment in my life that I’m working through and I personally think that says a lot more than never being effected…
I always think that when I get stuck behind a tractor that’s going 35 mph in a no passing zone that God must be protecting me from something down the road. I listen to the same song 20 times in a row and still don’t know the words because I can’t hear worth a crap. Cloudy days are just as worthy of reaaaallllly loud music as sunny days.
I love beards, glasses, scarves and flip flops on boys and not necessairly all at the same time. I want to live off of Diet Coke even though I’ve not had any for nearly a year and I have to force myself to eat veggies. I want to have a daughter and name her a boy’s name and allow her to dress however she wants and if anyone questions me as a parent as a result then I’ll know for sure they don’t need to be in my life.
I think spitting is the absolute grossest thing in the entire world and I’m as organized as a gnat. I have a crush on Ellen and if that’s not ok then I’m sorry…actually I’m not. I wish I could memorize movie lines word for word but my brain doesn’t work like that and I hate to do dishes. Is there a connection??? Probably…
If you’ve read this whole thing your just as insane as me and we are clearly meant to be in each others lives. Go out, enjoy being who God created you to be and don’t appoligize for it. He doesn’t make mistakes.
Jaime…that’s JaIme…not JaMie, did I mention I hate when people I know spell my name wrong?? 😀