Monthly Archives: July 2007

Sisters

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“Sisters”

    Shannon is one of my best friends.  She is beautiful both inside and out.  We hang out on a regular basis. Each time we are out somewhere, someone will ask if we are sisters (they must not know I’m an only child). When we first started being asked, we thought the rest of Louisville was on some drug.  (Although a compliment) I think I look nothing like her. She thinks she looks nothing like me.  At her graduation in May, her Aunt came up to me and said, “If I didn’t know you weren’t related to us, I would have thought you were related to us!!”  WOW, that’s a serious statement.

Although unplanned, she and I showed up to an event recently wearing the same colors.  Looking at the picture I can now see some resemblance.  I think we both exude the same type of glow and both have loving and giving spirits.  We laugh and pray together in church, we likes to “Rock Ya Hips” all around Louisville (more her than me!), we share joys/pains and man issues, and she is there when I need her.  The dictionary defines sister as: a woman who shares a common ancestry, allegiance, character, or purpose with another or others. So, YES, I can guess I can say that Shannon is my sister!

 

M.Y.  July 2007

Secret

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“Secret”

I have a secret to tell you (it’s between you and me – please don’t share it with anyone else).  As you know, my last name is Yeager.  Since the beginning of time, I have grown accustomed to being at the end.  In school, my desk was the very last desk in the last row. When registering for conferences, my name tag was last. There was no need to flip through pages when voting, just go to the last page.  I became kinda territorial over my last name and placement in line.  I HAD TO BE LAST!  There was no pride in being 3rd, 4th or 5th from the bottom.  I hated going somewhere and there being a Greg Zitak or a Rose Young.

Toward the end of my junior year in high school, I realized that I would not graduate last from my class all because of guy named Marc Zorio.  How dare he! Who does he think he is? I was hurt.  My future graduation day would be ruined.  I had to do something.  I didn’t know the guy, so I didn’t want to bring him any harm.  He made it this far so I doubt he would fail his senior year.  Although graduation was a year away I had to devise a plan.  So what did I do?  I ran for Senior Class President!!  Why, you ask?  Because the Sr. Class President gets to receive the first diploma and graduate first!!!!   For my election speech I talked about bringing the class together for our most memorable yet and how I was fully dedicated.

I did become Sr. Class President and did actually enjoy the position….. but most importantly I walked with my head held high at the front of my class as I lead the procession of Waggener High School’s Class of 1994!

M.Y.  July 2007

The Hookup

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“The Hookup”

I went and visited my relatives in Detroit last weekend (the photo is of my cousins, uncle and I). It was nice to spend quality time with them. We all attended the wedding on 07-07-07 of my aunt’s godson, Mikey. Mikey has a large family and most were in attendance.   He was an Alpha at the University of Kansas so some of his frat brothers were in the wedding (most of whom were married). Well, about halfway through the reception, it was decided by many in attendance that I should be “hooked up” with the sole single groomsman.  The only things we had in common were that we were younger, African American, professional and single.  I tried to humor everyone and sat next to the dude to talk to him.  Although nice, just not my type.  Then it started: ”Would you two mind standing over by the pond for a picture?” “Why don’t you place your hand on her shoulder?”  Still no connection.  Then I received a “look and a wink” from the groom’s father, Clarence, as I watched him walk up to the DJ to request a slow song.  That didn’t work either, the dude doesn’t dance (he doesn’t even know the electric slide).  So I ended up dancing with Clarence.  After more nudges and ‘he seems like a guy nice’, I think people finally got the point that he and I would NOT be the next two at the alter……. I am a true believer that while there are a large number of people that can be wonderful friends/associates, there are only a handful that are meant to be the ‘end all/be all’.

M.Y. July 2007

Foil Blanket

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‘Foil Blanket’

I experienced something I never wanted to experience……….. sleeping overnight in an airport!  I was at conference in Philadelphia and had a 9:30pm flight back in order to make it back for a luncheon in my mother’s name the next day at noon.  My flight kept kept getting delayed…..10:15pm, 10:45pm…..At 10:45pm it started storming….DEAR GOD, PLEASE DON’T LET ME MISS MY MOTHER’S LUNCHEON!!!  I asked the checkin folks if there was a flight in the morning I could take in case my flight was canceled.  Nope.  What about Indy or Cincy? None! By now I was nervous.  I pulled out my computer to see what came up.  I somehow found a flight to Indy that left out at 7:00am.  I booked it just in case. It’s now 12:30am and the monitor says my flight is delayed until 1:15am.  Delay means there is still a possibility.  I blink, look up again and in big red letters is says CANCELED!! Everyone hurries to reschedule their flight.  I’m 2nd in line and am told the first flight to SDF, Cincy or Indy is 9:30pm the next day.  What??  I half smiled, though, as I pulled out my online reservation for 1st thing in the morning.  (Phil, thanks for your help/advice from SDF)

The next plan of action was to find my spot to sleep.  I was given a small pillow and this aluminum foil type blanket.  I put my leg through the strap of my computer case, my arm through my purse strap, my hands held on to the carry-on bag and covered myself with the foil.  With each move, the cover crunched. As tired as I was, I didn’t sleep much.  My 7:00am flight was delayed due to different reasons and I arrived in Indy at 9:45am.  The Hertz rental car line had a long line of people and I watched each minute on the clock tick praying I’d make it back by noon. (I still had to stop by my house to change and get the awards) I became nervous and tears formed in my eyes.  I continued to pray to God to help me drive safely (but fast) back to Louisville…. and where there’s a will, there’s a way.  I walked into my mother’s luncheon at 12:10pm.  Better late than never. It was a wonderful turnout and a great luncheon.

There were a million and one reasons why I shouldn’t have made it to the luncheon.   I will admit that I did worry some, but I was persistent with a plan.    My faith definitely pulled me through.  Someone was definitely watching over me that day.

M.Y.  July 2007