Years ago, my genealogy research revealed that my father wasn’t just of Dutch lineage, but was actually also heavily Frisian. I had no idea what that meant at the time, and as I learned I frankly became interested in the topic, adopting the Frisian pride that other people from Fryslân. Many people I know who think they are German American or Dutch American, or even to a smaller extent Belgian American, French American or even Scottish American…are also, in part, Frisian. These people have a LONG proud history (Tacitus wrote of them), predating the Roman empire; their language is believed to be the root language upon which the English language was built. We’ve begun a Facebook group that I hope you’ll explore, read and contribute to, as we attempt to teach the descendants of the generations who came to America’s shores and built this country, may not have been quite whom you thought they were.
They might have been even better than you imagined. They might have been…Frisian.
I make neither apology nor excuse for how I am dressed today.
My granddaughter is always so happy after a long night of keeping her Mommy and Daddy awake.
My dill has all been harvested, so my ‘garden monsters’ have moved on to the parsley in my flowerbox; I note that they do avoid the oregano that’s gone to seed. Chomp on, little fellas. Enjoy the time you have left. #swallowtail #butterflies
I get gems like this from my daughter.
Somewhere along the line, interns have stopped looking like slightly younger people fresh from college, and more like kids in need of a juice box and fresh pair of Pull-ups. #old #ageism #getoffmylawn
I get this a lot, usually by email. I do not have a glamorous job, just an interesting one. Paparazzi do not follow me, photographing my every move. No one asks for my autograph. I do not earn enough to slide into a Lamborghini to drive off to my beach home on weekends. I just turn on a microphone from time to time and speak; but most of my job is spent doing other things. It’s a job, like any other.
In the real world, out in meatspace, I am a shlub who works 45 hour work weeks, goes home, clips coupons, and laughs at the acts on America’s Got Talent. I’m a grandmother. If I’m walking down the street, no one will notice. The world will forget about me 10 minutes after I’m dead.
On the internet, someone catches wind of what field I work in (not even the job but the all-encompassing industry), and I get asked to review an aircheck, play a song on the air, review an “interview opportunity,” etcetera. Asking me means they simply didn’t do their research enough to know that I cannot help them. And it happens everywhere online.
For example, this fine young chap thought, upon reviewing my MRI AVI on Youtube whioch I put up for folks who have MS…”hey! I bet if I ask her to check out my music here, that would be a GREAT idea!”
My advice for anyone who wants to “break into” any specific field is to do some research first, to figure out how to do it effectively. Hint: this wasn’t effective.
As the kids say today… SMH