I know that many people are spending the day reflecting on the past year. One blogger buddy ( Allie ), however, got me thinking about a time long long ago. In a recent post When I was a Youngin' , she divulged that when she was a child she wanted to be a grocery store cashier as a child. It reminded me of higher aspirations I once had. When I was about four, my godmother bought me a pair of certified Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader pom-poms. They were as big as me, fluffy, and snow white. I spent hours cheering my little heart out. My mother had been a cheerleader in high school, and I loved loved loved to parade around in her old uniforms (cinched up) with those giant pom-poms. When asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I would cheerfully respond, "A cheeleader." (Yes, the "r" was left off on purpose.) I did manage to attain that goal (though not as a profession). I was a cheerleader in junior high then on the dance team in high school. Then, when I was in th
Finding my happy place in the day-to-day.