I have to ask myself often what is it that really gets under my skin. With me being me, there are many things that make my list of pet peeves. I will not go into all of them for it might make me appear perfect, which I am not.
The first would have to be hearing a mom say to her child or children, “I’m going to tell your father on you when he gets home.”
Karen Blaiklock’s job with Hardin Memorial Health centers on health education and illness prevention for Hardin Countians. Her passion has led to a role with the board of the Louisville affiliate of Susan G. Komen for the Cure.
Last week my in-laws took the kids to the zoo. And I think it’s the longest I’ve been by myself in at least two years, probably more.
It’s a weird feeling.
I spent days looking forward to it and writing down stuff I hoped to accomplish. My to-do list was longer than it had any right to be. I’d written things like “clean out closets, upstairs and down,” “make squash compote,” “clean baseboards” and, most importantly, “write column.”
Through United Way of Central Kentucky more than a dozen area nonprofit agencies receive money. Among the many volunteers important to making that happen is Susan Gifford.
Last month, Gifford, 38, received the 2012 Community Impact Award presented by UWCK for her work to increase employee giving. She is marketing director at the Swope Family of Dealerships, where she’s also employee campaign manager for the charitable organization and a 12-year contributing employee.
We all need a vacation from business as usual. Whether we take a break from school or work, a respite from the daily grind is rejuvenating. We come back from a trip to the beach or the mountains refreshed and ready to return to our responsibilities.
A vacation is something to look forward to, to dream about when the job turns to drudgery. Sometimes the idea of it keeps us going during a stressful stretch. “Five weeks from today, I’ll be in Chicago,” we tell ourselves. We can hang on a little longer.
In my 52 years, I’ve been scared of a lot of things and situations.
But, why? I think it is called lacking faith in myself.
I remember as a child, I was scared to death of the dark. It was really silly because I shared a room with my sister, Kim, and my parents’ room was a scream away. I think I had convinced myself I was seeing monsters and things were going bump in the night. I later found out the bump in the night was just our house settling.