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Twins on December 23 ~ Circa 1957

Ever have one of those moments when you want to scream but know no one will listen.  All the ideas, thoughts, and ‘stuff’ swirling through your head has nowhere to go, so you write, as an outlet of release to try to get some sleep?  Yeah me neither.  So, therefore, I’m going to share about two very special women in my life…so I don’t scream fall asleep.

Today is my mom’s (Deborah McClintock-March), and therefore my aunt’s (Diana McClintock=Street), birthday.  What does my mom’s birthday have to do with my aunt’s birthday?  They share it, because they are twins.  Not Irish twins like my friend Nick and Jennifer’s kids, who they they decided to make things easy and have their children on the same day exactly one year apart…my mom and aunt are twin, twins.  As my cousin Marilyn stated on her Facebook post this morning, my mom was expected but my aunt was a total surprise.  They are Circa 1957, before all the ultra sounds and meeting your child in 3D before it’s born technology.  It was the ol’ stethoscope on the abdomen to hear the baby’s heart beat method.  My mom and aunt were so in tune that they only heard one heart beat the entire nine months, and therefore when my aunt was born it was quite the Christmas Surprise.  And they’ve been in tune ever since.

They are both very giving.  They continuously made our barbie doll’s clothes while growing up.  We had some of the best dressed Barbies ever.  They will drop what they are doing and help out whoever needs it, regardless.  They give of their time to make CAOH characters look as authentic as possible.  CAOH 2010, we thought we would have to change their address to Rt. 1 Box 1105, they spent so much time at the church to make the costumes for the play.  My aunt spent many days there without my mom.  They are ‘doers’.

Hard at work on CAOH costumes ~ 2010

Hard at work on CAOH costumes ~ 2010

They love to shop.  When the new super Wal-Mart opened in Poplar Bluff, we went over to ‘shop’, they spent FOUR HOURS in the store.  I have a witness, Andrea Friday, because she went along as a guest that day.  Their ‘day out’ is usually spent going to Cape or Jonesboro, or just to the Bluff.  They could come home with a car load or nothing at all, but they enjoy their time together and enjoy being in stores just looking.

They love their kids and grandkids.  They would do anything for us.  They help with school projects, with treats to take to class, with clothes, and with activities that require an artistic ability that some of us do not posses.  It’s a McClintock trait, the artsy side, one that I most definitely did not get, my brother and cousin Marylin acquired the trait.

They both got married at Christmas time.  You cannot help when Christmas is, it’s always December 25; you cannot help when you are born, that is up to your parents.  But, you can make the decision on when you get married, and both of them enjoyed the Christmas season so much they picked it for their weddings too.  My mom got married on December 20, and I think my aunt got married on December 28.  Then they wonder why they never receive gifts for all three occasions.

They used to switch places, and continue to confuse people who do not know they have a twin.  In school they took classes for one another on occasion (so I was told ~ not often, just once or twice).  Their voices are very, very similar.  It would freak people out that did not know my mom had a twin to meet/see my aunt.  They would come and be like, ‘I heard someone talking on the next isle over, went over to say ‘hey’, and it wasn’t you’.  We would get a good laugh, and share the news that the old saying ‘everyone has a twin’ is actually true in this case.

It’s hard to pull anything over on them.  But we pulled it off five years ago (2007) and did a surprise birthday party for them.  It may have helped that we did it about a month early (in November), and became adept at lying for the cause.  According to me the cake said ‘Happy Birthday Uncle Paul’, and my mom was shocked when I said my dad had given me money to pick it up, it was ‘supposed’ to be a surprise party for Uncle Paul who was coming in from WA; when in reality it had two women on the front and it said ‘Fifty is Nifty, Happy Birthday Diana and Deborah’.  According to Uncle Wally, Shae had borrowed all the crock pots and loaned them out for some other reason; in reality the food for the party was being cooked in them.  According to Marylin she had no idea why the ‘new ink cartridge’ in the printer was already gone, though Aunt Diana could have sworn it was brand new….though there were about 100 mini candy bars hidden nearby that had special ‘Happy Birthday’ wrappers on them. :) My mom picked that day to go spend time at my brother’s house, leaving me alone getting all the stuff together since Tara couldn’t get away.  I had to make the tea, which we know is Tara’s forte.  Tara didn’t know if she was ever going to leave.  It was a crazy, fun day that we actually pulled off.  Though Aunt Diana almost had heart failure when she walked in and realized it was her party.

They took us on adventures with our Grandparents (RIP: Bill McClintock ~ 9/26/12, Joyce McClintock ~ 12/4/03), to wild places like Elephant Rock, Johnson Shut-in’s, The Boone Home, and Civil War Reenactments.  There was always adventure and fun when we would go to their home.

They shared this day with a special lady in the March family’s life…my Granny Gentry (RIP: July 2010).

To sum it up, today marks the birth of two very special women, who I am beyond blessed to have in my life.  They show by example how to be giving individuals.  They have given a great example of how to be mothers, wives, and friends.  I love them both very much!!

Deborah & DianaDecember 23, 2012
Happy Birthday

Deborah & Diana
December 23, 2012
Happy Birthday

Granny Gentry and Me ~1995

Granny Gentry and Me ~1995.  She was the patriarch of our family.  The leader that we knew was praying for us, that was there day or night.  She passed in July 2010.

Bill & Joyce McClintock.The parents of 'the twins' born on December 23, 1957.

Bill & Joyce McClintock.
Parents of ‘the twins’ born on December 23, 1957

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m on break and promoting a Mayor candidate…

Warning to the readers:  This is a long blog.  If you want to read all of it then start at the top, BUT if you want to know about the MAYOR CANDIDATE skip down to the bottom (find the bold ‘skip to line‘ and find out the exciting news of who I’m promoting to be MAYOR of our awesome little city, Doniphan.

Ah, Winter Break!!  Those words have the sweetest ring to it.  It means I have a glorious thirty days off (until January 14) to relax, recharge my batteries, and get ready for my last semester of RN school.  I have a total of sixteen weeks left.  They will consist of eight weeks of class and then eight weeks of preceptor, where I follow a nurse around.  The light at the end of my tunnel is getting just a little brighter, I can almost hear the whistle of the train as it is on its way into the depot called graduation.

At final conference the other day we were discussing the surreal feeling of what I know now as opposed to what I knew a short three semesters ago.  I spent Thanksgiving doing blood pressures for family members (old school, stethoscope and cuff); even a year ago this was a new skill that I was practicing to pass my ‘check-off’ with the instructors.  Not only do I have the ability to get the BP reading, I can now start ruling things out to what is causing the spike or drop.  It’s CRAZY!  I still have a LONG way to go, but I know it will come…in time.  Some may freak out when they read ‘in time’ and think that I will be out on the streets in sixteen weeks working on people.  Every day is a learning experience in any job, just as I will continue to learn daily after graduation at my job; the more I learn the more I will be able to help others.

Though I’ve gained so much on one level, I feel like I’ve lost a lot on other levels.  Friendships.  I’ve been living n a bubble for two years that has consisted in study, school, clinical, and books.  Not many people from my previous RN existence enjoys sitting with a book on the weekends.  They’ve continued on their own paths, and I’ve forged mine.  I’ve made friends in school, and some of us may be working together in the future, but we only have sixteen weeks left.  These people have been my support group, my cheering squad, the only ones who understand what it’s truly been like the past three semesters because they’ve been there in the trenches with me, and we’ll be parting ways in May.  No more seeing one another and knowing that someone out there is wishing upon the same bright star, just hoping and praying that we get that assignment done or pass the test and be able to continue.  Each day is unknown, not given…we earn it day by day, with enough stress to light New York City if it could be turned into energy.

Cleanliness.  I’m lucky to clean my house once a month.  I shower daily, but shaving is a luxury.  Some days I just don’t care.  If I have two hours that I can sit without a book, I sit without doing ANYTHING…including cleaning.  Not that I don’t want ‘clean’, it’s just not the highest priority that it was before.  I have Clorox clean-up wipes, swipe it around the toilet and counter area…it feels/looks clean. :)

The one I miss most, my relationship with God.  I know it’s my own fault, and I attempt to keep things going.  I pray and I read my Bible (have it on my phone to make it more convenient); but I know that I’m not 100%.  I get to church and my brain is off trying to figure out what body parts are connected and how they function, and I get distracted (especially if I have a test).  Then I feel guilty, because God has given me so much.  He has provided for me throughout this whole ordeal, and He continues to give (He’s awesome like that!).  I’m working on it, it’s a daily thing, and will continue to be daily ~ that’s why it’s called a ‘relationship’. :)

Then my health.  I’m fat, stress induced fatness.  I can’t breath in my clothes.  I love stretchy clothing, it allows one to breath when you bend over to tie your shoe strings.  Soon, very soon, I will have my life back and I can start making the changes that are required to make me the best person I can be.  One step, one day at a time.

Skip to line: MAYOR CANDIDATE!!

Enough about me, now for the news that has possibly grabbed your attention…who’s the one running for MAYOR  that I’m promoting?  Well, he’s the first guy in my life.  He feed me candy corn on the way home from the hospital because I was crying and he was trying to make me be quite (he was given the candy corn to ‘be quite’).  He used to fix my hair for me, putting it up in a ponytail and containing the wild mane that had a life of it’s own.  He would allow me to play GI Joe with him; we had the ultimate living arrangements for it: green shag carpet (grass) and a brown couch (the mountain).  On occasion (very rare) he would play dolls/dress up with me.  If you haven’t guessed yet, it’s non other than my brother…Riley March.

Crazy I know.  Many of you know him, know of him, or have had some contact with him at some point in your life.  Whether it was pranks in school (usually with a trusty sidekick – Mike Jones), through computer work (fixing that foreign object that sits on your desk that has a life of its own), or through church related activities.  He’s the funny guy that can make you laugh, he’s the guy that can make you want to scream because he can be frustrating…oh wait, that’s probably only because I’m his little sister.  Most importantly he’s true, what you see is what you get, he’s faithful, and he loves this city and the people that live here.  Our parents, Dalton and Deborah March, raised us in Doniphan; instilling a love of the community and surrounding area in us.  I may not always agree with him, but I know that he loves this city and the people of the community and he will do whatever he can to make this city a place that people will want to come to.  And that’s what we want in a Mayor, right?  Someone that will do what they can to make our city a better place, a place that people will want to come to.

And that folks is why I am supporting, promoting, standing behind a guy that I know inside and out; because I know that he will do what he can to make this city the best place possible, a place that people will want to come.

Take care…ERM