Meet Virginia

Long time, no write! No, really, it has been awhile. Well, let me catch you up, since I'm so sure you are dying to know where I've been! I just finished a four week training program with a small airline that does Delta Connection flights. Oh my gosh, it is so exciting! Let me just tell you that I will be doing my first trip on Sunday night, and I am so pumped! I honestly never had any idea of the amount of training flight attendants go through to do their job, but I can say that I have a new respect for anyone in the airline industry because of this job. It will definitely take some getting used to, because everything in this field is so foreign to me. From the lingo, to my job description, everything is very new. HOWEVER, I know it's gonna be great. How else would I be able to travel to Roanoake on a Sunday night, and fly back within the same 24 hour period, under normal cirmustances? I really think this is gonna be an awesome job. I've already met some really cool people. I had an awesome plane-full of people on the way to Fort Wallton last weekend, and I know I'll have so many more. I want to meet as many different people as I can before I die, and I think I've found the perfect job for that goal. Cheesy? Maybe a little, but for right now, I don't really care.;)

It's Amazing, the things you learn about yourself from other people

All my life I've known that there is something wrong with the way I deal with members of the opposite sex. I've sought so long to be loved and desired by men, that I haven't noticed that it is they, precisely, who I fear. Don't get me wrong, I'm not afraid of anything physical. I'm blessed to have never been fearful of being battered or abused. The fear I have is of something intangible. You can't feel it. You can't touch it. At least not with your hands, anyway. To make a very long story short, it has recently come to my attention that I am perceived as someone who is fearful of commitment. Maybe I am. Fearful of commitment, that is. All I can tell you is that there are many reasons for this. I won't place all the blame on an alcholic father, who never had time to teach his beautiful little girls about love. I won't place the blame on a bitter stepfather, who hated the sight of children in his home that weren't his flesh and blood. I won't place the blame on a period of sexual abuse that started and ended in childhood. Instead I'll blame myself, for not recognizing this earlier on. As someone pointed out to me not too long ago, life is for living, loving and learning, and I am most definitely still learning to live it.

There Are Angels All Around Us......

Most of them just don't have visible halos. These wingless heavenly beings come in all shapes and sizes. You can usually tell you've had an encounter with one, by the feeling of merriment that ensues after being around them, if only for a short time. You can also see it in their eyes. Eyes that are kind, giving, and loving. I have lately experienced this kindness on an almost daily basis, and I wanted to say thank you. Give some sort of token of my endless gratitude. I would not be able to pursue my dreams if it weren't for these seraphs and their ceaseless attempts to ensure my success in the world. So, thank you. To all the girls of Tuesday's Ante Meridiem, especially Skinny, who don't need wings to fly and To my sister and mother, who will always be angels to me. I love all of you.

It's all in the name

I bet you're wondering how on earth I came up with such a crazy name, aren't you? No? Well, fine then! I'll tell you anyway. For some reason that will always be unbeknownst to me, an old friend always called me Cricket. I always wondered if there was some inside joke I should know about, so I would just smile and look around when she called me that to see if anyone was laughing at me.
All throughout my life people have always made fun of me in some way or another about my being quiet and shy. Until high school, I took it in stride, and then I fought back, using ditziness as my self-defense mechanism. I'll get into that on a later date. To this day, I hold my self-deprecating sense of humor like a shield in front of me, to protect myself from the verbal blows others will undboubtedly make.
From the time I was in third grade up until the day someone called me Cricket, I had always longed to have a nickname. To be endeared to someone else so much, that they would think of an alternate name for me, was something that was so wonderful and new to me. It sounds really gay, but unfortunately it's totally true. I finally had my nickname, and I'm putting it to good use.

I'm Here!

I finally have a blog of my own, and by any definition of the word, I have arrived! At least in the world of Blog. Anyhoo, I'm here, and by all means, expect to hear from me.;)