I'm Really Not Supposed To Be Here......

After the second divorce from the ex (~points to herself~  remember me?  the slow learner??), I moved back to Clarendon.   Clarendon was some place that I ran from but always ran back to.  It really has been good to me.   Between the two marriages, I had worked at Simmons Insurance.  My boss there was big on going to college.  He talked me into taking classes on my lunch hour.  He even allowed me to move my lunch hour around.  I hated that job.  I am not a numbers person and insurance is all about the numbers.  Plus, no one is ever HAPPY with the insurance people.  You are either filing a claim or paying premiums.  It ain't like delivering flowers.
                                         This is me and Camille when I returned to Clarendon the first time.
I am grateful to him to this day for insisting that I go to college.  He set me on a path a long time before I even realized it was my path.  

Funny thing about working there, I found that people who did NOT have much money always came in on the days that they got there checks and paid.  People who had A LOT of money had to be hunted up and hounded to pay.   

Anyway, after moving back, I was able to go to college for one year at Clarendon College and get my associates degree.  That was easy because I just took basic classes.  I was totally out of my league. They were all talking about keg parties and rodeos....I was into pampers and coupons.  I sold a bed to pay for my books to take a history class that summer.   Right around that time, I talked to a probation officer at the Court house and 15 minutes  and thought.....hhhhmmmm.....I can do that.  Trust me....I did not have a clue.....
                              LOL Glamour shots happened to be in  town the same day as graduation so I was all                                                                                                            fancied up for the event,  ;)

Two years after that, I graduated from  West Texas A&M University.   May 13th 1996 to be exact.   Thirteen has always been my lucky number.  

Let me tell you about those three years.  We were poor.  Oh.My.Gosh.....we were so poor.    We were on food stamps and HUD housing. There was no wiggle room financially or time wise for extras.  My parent's helped with things that we needed.   That is how poor we were.  

We mowed lawns, sold giant homemade cookies on the square during the forth of July, I painted t-shirts for the school.  We even picked up cans one year so that Camille could go to Girl Scout Camp.

But we were so very happy.  So very happy.

Camille met life long friends in Clarendon.  People that she is still friends with to this day.  There she was able to go to Girl Scout camp every year.  She got to travel with the Girl Scouts.  She and daddy would go to coffee together.  At one time, she aspired to be a waitress. She loved going in and rolling silverware in napkins.   She went to college with me during the summer and learned that you just don't go to school until the 12th grade.  

Cade was 3 months old when we moved back there.  My daddy came over every night, even if was working, to give him his bath.  My daddy thought that it was an important daddy thing to do.  Cade learned the sound of daddy's old pickup and could hear it before we could.  He would start crawling as fast as he could to the door and pulled himself up on the screen and start looking around....sure enough my daddy would come around the corner around that time.  Cade also was a coffee shop regular.  

 Graduation happened and I believed that I would start work in Amarillo or Pampa as soon as a job came open.  Jobs like mine have budgets that run from September to September.  Since I had graduated in May, I thought that it would be September before I was hired somewhere.  I was not worried.  I happened to see an ad for a probation officer opening for Plainview Texas in the Amarillo paper on a Sunday.  I called the next day to see about the job.  

In my brilliant mind, I thought....I will apply there and go through the interview process so that, when my REAL job in Amarillo or Pampa came along, I would just blow them away with my interview skills.  I just knew that I would be in one of those two towns because I had friends and knew people in both places.  I would be COMFORTABLE in Amarillo or Pampa.

The secretary told me that the applications were closing that day.  She faxed me an application.  I filled it out and faxed it right back.  I got called in for an interview.  I'm sure several people got called back.  I went to Plainview to interview. I had only been to Plainview a few times and that was as a child.  I can remember my parents would meet up with my grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins at the park there and have a picnic.  Plainview was about halfway between Post and Clarendon.

There were no fiberglass cows back in the day but one of my cousin's did fall off the top of a big metal slide and landed on her elbow at the bottom.  Thank goodness it was muddy.  That same slide is still there but it shrank....it is not nearly as tall.  

Anywho, I was not worried about the interview.  I mean, I really did not have to impress those people because Plainview was not where my REAL JOB was. 

Then I went and filled out an application in Amarillo.   

A few days later, I was driving away from Plainview with a job offer.  I was stunned.  I kept praying that the door would be shut if I was not supposed to go through it.  I mean...I did not know ANYONE in Plainview!  This was not THE PLAN!  I accepted the job.  I drove back and forth for a few weeks until I could find a house for the three of us.  The day I started to work in Plainview, Amarillo adult probation called me with a job offer.  I wondered if I had made a huge mistake.

Instead, here I am, almost 20 years later in a job that I was never *supposed* to have based on a 15 minute conversation in a court house hallway.   This has been one of the biggest leaps of faith (see what I did there???) I have ever made.  For something that was never supposed to happen, it's been a pretty damn good ride.  

I would not have changed it for anything in the world.
                                              Camille and Cade the day they started school in Plainview.

For someone who is not supposed to here here, I sure have a lot of stuff on the walls. ;) 

Comments

  1. Wonderful!!! thanks for telling this great story.

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    1. You are welcome! Any topics are welcome. lol

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  2. Cade's smile in that first pic of him is just like yours. I'm glad that everything that went before worked out as well and that I was able to fit in there somehow.

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  3. I saw! I saw what you did there! Oh my gawd, y'all look so...wholesome... in that first pic. Woah. I am soooo glad you've sullied considerably since then. And I'm unspeakably grateful for spending 20ish years in the office next door to you. Can't wait to see where the next years take you.

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    1. LOL I've sullied up nice. I am just as grateful. It's been so good.

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    2. We were never *suppose* to be there. Clarendon was where we were going to stay. Dad use to joke that you would have to pay him child support cause me and Cade were staying with him. Those were the scariest/hardest/best/most wealth filled times of my life!!!

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    3. And I drug you along with me. LOL Dad was funny/serious like that.

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  4. I loved this! And I love learning more about your journey.

    You have bloomed where you were planted.

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    1. I am glad that you liked it! I have tried....lord knows I've been watered! lol

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  5. Thanks for sharing with us. I think things happen to us for a reason, doors open when we need them to and when we don't even expect them to. My own experience I could of never imagined in my wildest dreams, how things played out when I entered them and walked through. Grateful you took that leap of faith.

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    1. I get caught up in the what's behind door #3 instead of what door is open. lol

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  6. I love every bit of this, but most especially the first picture - because there's so much pure sweetness in that girl that still leaks through the woman I met last summer who just oozes life and joy. I love seeing 'where you came from'!

    And oh, girl - GLAMOUR SHOTS. I have one, too....my grandma took one look and said, 'Bethie! You look like a hussy!'

    *heads off to find Glamour Shot....*

    (Thank you for sharing this. <3 )

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    1. Thank you so much sweetie! I wanna see that Glamour shot!

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  7. Why do you write this stuff when it is so dusty in my house? I need to go get a tissue...

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    1. I have tissues if you want to come and dust over here too! lol

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  8. Love it Mindy! I'm glad you listened when somebody said, " yes, Mindy. Here...."

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    1. Me too! I really did end up where I am supposed to be.

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  9. Anonymous8:30 AM

    I am just so happy that my adventure has crossed paths with your! CT

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  10. Both of your children are good-looking kids! It's funny how things work out sometimes. I'm glad this worked out for all of you.

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