Now don't get me wrong, I'm not really that much of a man-hating, anti-family woe-er of overpopulation. It may be a possibility sometime in my life that I may actually be barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen. In fact, if I ever am pregnant, I wouldn't be very surprised to find myself in such a predicament. It's really just the irony of the time at which this comment was made that makes me smile. The fact that I was bright eyed about my future...forging ahead to make changes and to become a Somebody...and maybe, somewhere down the line, I would begin a family. But that was the furthest thing from my mind at that point.
So here I am now, a 24 year old college graduate, barefoot and gassy in the spare bedroom of my Aunt's house...unemployed, uninsured and recovering from a broken ankle. My ambitions have dulled a bit, seeing as how I've been out of school for over a year and still can't get a non-restaurant job, but I am still forging ahead, still not barefoot and pregnant in a kitchen!
Nice to meet you!
3 comments:
you have a blog and you're not afraid to use it!
You go girl! Wow, really good writing - must be genetic ;) Welcome to the blogosphere.
Thank you for the warm welcomes. It clearly must be genetic!
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