So, I am supposed to write my biography for the new work website. Cool, yeah? Not really, as it brings to mind really what I have not accomplished thus far in my existence on this earth. I thought I would give this a try, considering my current state and the need to simply give it a go.
Kelly was born and raised in Amarillo, Texas. Yes, Texas. She was born with some holes in her heart, but her parents got those fixed so now she's ok. Except she needs to start paying them back all that money they spent on her care and upraising. She was really expensive. She holds a Bachelors in Psychology, which is worthless, and a Masters in Nothing. She worked at a symphony for a while, but giving up there decided to move to New Orleans, Louisiana. Her parents think it was some crazy wild hair that she moved away, considering the many hardships and struggles that have come her way along the road of transitioning from Texan to a New Orleanian, but Kelly moved to this city with a fiery purpose of helping continue rebuild with her husband Kevin. Unfortunately, she continues to disappoint all.
Overall, I think it needs some work. Perhaps I should take out another $30,000 in loans so that maybe my first degree would be worth something and I might accomplish something in my life.
Then maybe I would be worth something.
Nonsense! I have to beleive the tone of this "biography" is the result of our phone conversation last night, and a very negative tone it is.
ReplyDeleteallow me to refute some of the more salient points. First, you owe your parents nothing for attending to your health care needs. Among parent's most solemn responsibilities is the obligation to protect from harm. As for the cost of said care, insurance covered the bulk of that care, and even without that coverage we would have fiercely fought for the care you needed.
pay us back for that? you have already, a million times over, by exhibiting a fierce independence from a very early age and by pursuing what is important to you for your life. that is as it should be. your billiant smile speaks to a spirit born in the struggles of your tender years. a baby born without your mettle may not have survived. you did and i thank God every day that he saw us all through that difficult time.
to stifle that independent drive, despite our desire to have you near, would be wrong and although it may not be what we would want for you we have supported you in all you have done and are yet to do.
Stop beating yoursesf up, you are still young. your life has yet to hit it's full stride. you have accomplished much. don't demean your degrees. they were not given to you, you earned them. celebrate those accomplishments.
your were a valued member of the symphony staff, one who could be depended on to complete assigned tasks on time and on budget. your elegant flair put the iciing on the symphony cake. your recent visit surely showed you that you have been missed.
attending aso performances these days i don't see that flair and it's not nearly as much fun without the chance to glimpse our baby working the crowd.
beleive in yourself. proud is what i felt on seeing your beaming smile from the back row, watching your accept your degrees, seeing you work your magic in those symphony days. i could see you working that same magic in our visit with you and your current boss on our last visit to nola.
"she continues to disappoint all." bullshit! what i see is our very brave girl trying to make the best of a sometimes difficult situation. life is made of choices and nothing gurantees there won't be bumps in the road along the way. you are barely out of the driveway of life. embrace the adventure you're on and those yet to be revealed. although there may be challenges along the way, you will overcome and there is much to be celebrated just down the way.
remember always, that no matter where you choose to hang your ballet shoes, your mom and i are in your corner and always proud of your efforts to make a life and a difference in this world. we love the woman you have become. XOXOXO, dad p.s. you're right, the biography needs work.
I think Kenemac47 said all that needed to be said. But I will add this. I only know you through your blog, and because of your blog and your writing I am a better person. considering the influence that you have had on me only through this medium, I know that you have done some much MORE good in the lives that you have touched face to face.
ReplyDeleteSo I read this right after you posted it, but unfortunately didn't have two uninterrupted seconds to respond. I'm sure you're probably over your funk by now, but wanted to share this with you anyways.
ReplyDeleteI was looking at your St. Patrick's Day pictures and Annabelle asked me who you were. Telling her that you're a girl that I used to go to the babysitter with just did not do you justice. I proceeded to tell her that you were my very first best friend, back before I even knew what a best friend was. That you were a beautiful ballerina and I always thought you were some fragile princess. That was up until we ended up at Camp Fire Camp together years later and you were getting muddy with the best of them :) I told her that I never heard a mean word come out of your mouth and that if there was anything I regretted, it was losing touch with you, your family and the Loser's over the years.
But thanks to this wonderful thing called the internet, we were able to reconnect, and I can show my daughters pictures of the beautiful young lady that you turned out to be. And just maybe, they'll aspire to be just like you . . . like I did.
So I read this right after you posted it, but unfortunately didn't have two uninterrupted seconds to respond. I'm sure you're probably over your funk by now, but wanted to share this with you anyways.
ReplyDeleteI was looking at your St. Patrick's Day pictures and Annabelle asked me who you were. Telling her that you're a girl that I used to go to the babysitter with just did not do you justice. I proceeded to tell her that you were my very first best friend, back before I even knew what a best friend was. That you were a beautiful ballerina and I always thought you were some fragile princess. That was up until we ended up at Camp Fire Camp together years later and you were getting muddy with the best of them :) I told her that I never heard a mean word come out of your mouth and that if there was anything I regretted, it was losing touch with you, your family and the Loser's over the years.
But thanks to this wonderful thing called the internet, we were able to reconnect, and I can show my daughters pictures of the beautiful young lady that you turned out to be. And just maybe, they'll aspire to be just like you . . . like I did.
Nonsense! I have to beleive the tone of this "biography" is the result of our phone conversation last night, and a very negative tone it is.
ReplyDeleteallow me to refute some of the more salient points. First, you owe your parents nothing for attending to your health care needs. Among parent's most solemn responsibilities is the obligation to protect from harm. As for the cost of said care, insurance covered the bulk of that care, and even without that coverage we would have fiercely fought for the care you needed.
pay us back for that? you have already, a million times over, by exhibiting a fierce independence from a very early age and by pursuing what is important to you for your life. that is as it should be. your billiant smile speaks to a spirit born in the struggles of your tender years. a baby born without your mettle may not have survived. you did and i thank God every day that he saw us all through that difficult time.
to stifle that independent drive, despite our desire to have you near, would be wrong and although it may not be what we would want for you we have supported you in all you have done and are yet to do.
Stop beating yoursesf up, you are still young. your life has yet to hit it's full stride. you have accomplished much. don't demean your degrees. they were not given to you, you earned them. celebrate those accomplishments.
your were a valued member of the symphony staff, one who could be depended on to complete assigned tasks on time and on budget. your elegant flair put the iciing on the symphony cake. your recent visit surely showed you that you have been missed.
attending aso performances these days i don't see that flair and it's not nearly as much fun without the chance to glimpse our baby working the crowd.
beleive in yourself. proud is what i felt on seeing your beaming smile from the back row, watching your accept your degrees, seeing you work your magic in those symphony days. i could see you working that same magic in our visit with you and your current boss on our last visit to nola.
"she continues to disappoint all." bullshit! what i see is our very brave girl trying to make the best of a sometimes difficult situation. life is made of choices and nothing gurantees there won't be bumps in the road along the way. you are barely out of the driveway of life. embrace the adventure you're on and those yet to be revealed. although there may be challenges along the way, you will overcome and there is much to be celebrated just down the way.
remember always, that no matter where you choose to hang your ballet shoes, your mom and i are in your corner and always proud of your efforts to make a life and a difference in this world. we love the woman you have become. XOXOXO, dad p.s. you're right, the biography needs work.