This is sort of the second part to this post.
I desperately want my degree. WHY? I mean, I had a glamorous career in retail management without it. I was going places. Not the places that I wanted to go, but places nonetheless.
Having Peanut made me realize (again) that I want more out of life. I want to provide for my family. I want them to be proud of me. Most importantly, I want us to BE the Jones’. I want our family and friends to be happy for our success but maybe a little jealous too. This would be a new sensation for JuJu since his family doesn’t really reach for the stars. It’s almost frowned upon which is something I just do not understand. When JuJu and I told his parents that our new house will be the perfect starter home they didn’t understand why we wouldn’t just live there forever. They definitely live in a different world than we do. It’s called rural Oklahoma.
I want my family to shine. Brighter than your’s. There. I said it.
I want to get my Master’s degree and teach at a university. Maybe even write a book or two (could my blog be converted into a book? Would anyone read it?). I want JuJu to get his degree too. He doesn’t want a piece of paper to be the thing that validates him. It’s annoying. Sometimes I think that JuJu is too much like his parents and it pisses me off. I don’t want to get into that again.
Anyway, kids tend to go to college if their parents went to college. It’s a fact. Well, if it isn’t it should be. Someone do some research on this one for me.
I want Peanut and Filbert (subsequent baby #2 who doesn’t yet exist) to have good lives. I want them to be cultured, well-educated, athletic, happy, popular, and I never want them to go without. I want them to feel loved. I want them to be open minded.
I will do whatever I can to make sure that my family not only survives but thrives. And if anything or anyone gets in my way I will destroy them.