I’m Fixin’ to Get That

Written By: Kim - Sep• 24•11

It’s amazing how quickly we slip in to our accent and vernacular. I was watching the University of Alabama game against the University of Arkansas Razorbacks. I was multitasking in the kitchen making a pear cake and dinner, when I slipped in to my southern roots. When I said, “I’m fixin’ to get that,” my children did a double take. They had never heard me talk like that. When my husband met me 21 years ago, I had only lived in Maryland for six months. I still had a slight southern accent that most people picked up on quickly. For my friends who have never visited or lived in the south, we call it southern.

I was a military brat who grew up in Georgia and Alabama. My Dad kept getting reassigned to Ft. Rucker, Alabama, so I consider Alabama “where I come from.” I finished high school there in a small town and graduated from college. It was a fabulous experience and I wouldn’t trade it for anything. But as a publishing professional for two decades, my speaking and writing has changed drastically since growing up in Alabama. Ain’t is no longer in my vocabulary. Nothing ends in “in'” it’s “ing.” My family doesn’t “git” anything.

I  haven’t visited Alabama since 1993. My Mom had a stroke and I flew home. My parents moved to South Carolina about two years later. I have not ventured back for any Enterprise High School class reunions. How could I so quickly launch in to speaking southern?

What made me slip in to my vernacular? A Crimson Tide football game and Facebook posts with former classmates who completely understand what football means. In the south, football is king. There are no other sports. Sure, we have other sports, but none are really as important. In the late summer and early fall, it’s all about football and marching bands, whether it’s high school or college. We eat, sleep and breathe it and our party lines are drawn: You’re either rooting for our team or you’re not. You’re either wearing our team colors or you’re an outlaw — at least during the game.

I was rather late to the Facebook game. I was active with Twitter and LinkedIn. I didn’t need Facebook. But since I joined this summer, I have reconnected with high school friends. It’s almost like we all haven’t been separated for over two decades. We all have kids; some of which are engaged or getting married. Some of us have lost a parent. We’re all working or own businesses and trying to enjoy our lives. I sincerely hope that we are living some part of our dream, if not all of it.

We all seem to be enjoying ourselves.

And, we all love our football.

Go Wildcats!

Roll Tide Roll!

10 Years After 9/11: Where Were You?

Written By: Kim - Sep• 08•11

Ten years ago I was working in an office building six miles from the Pentagon. The company’s founder had a TV in his office. Once we heard the news about a plane flying in to the World Trade Center, we were all glued to CNN. At first we thought it was a horrible mistake. A tragic error on the part of the crew or a malfunction of the equipment. When the second plane crashed in to the tower, we knew the truth: This was no accident.

A few minutes later, we heard a plane fly extremely low. We all nervously chuckled because we thought we were over reacting to the news from New York City. The plane made a second pass down Columbia Pike, where our office was located and we knew that was not a normal flight pattern. Then, seconds later, Flight 77 crashed in to the Pentagon.

The force of the impact was so great that it shook the windows in our building. We closed the office and headed home because we then knew that America was under attack.

Like most Americans my age, I have grown up in a relatively peaceful time in America. Vietnam was over by the time I entered kindergarten. Unlike so many other countries and their citizens, I had never been through anything like this. Wars were in other countries. We had learned our lesson at Pearl Harbor but the new bad guys had tossed out the handbook.

The trek home in my car, with tens of thousands of other Washingtonians, was the longest drive of my life. Cell phone service was overloaded but we had Nextel and were able to communicate via the radio. My husband had just opened his business that March and was driving back from a job site. He was able to first reach our children at day care. My children were four and one.

Soon after I got on to Route 66, the Federal Aviation Administration grounded all commercial and private planes. Airplane noise, which we normally tune out, was no where. The skies were eerily silent. Believe it or not, everyone was driving pretty calmly considering our normal state of Washington, DC rush and road rage.

We stayed glued to the TV the rest of the day and night. Because our children were so young, we were able to shield them from the tragedy, enough so that they really did not find out about 9/11 until the subject became part of a history discussion in school years later.

September 10, 2001, was the first time in my life I went to bed afraid. I prayed that God would protect us all; that survivors would be found; that first responders would keep the faith; that those who lost loved ones would not grieve forever. I admit that I also prayed that our military, CIA and other acronym-based agencies would find the bastards who did this. Yes, I prayed for revenge. The events were too fresh and I wasn’t spiritually ready to pray for forgiveness. Someone had declared war on the USA and I wanted John Wayne, Robert Mitchum, Henry Fonda, Harrison Ford and Sean Connery to fix it all.

Where were you when 9/11 happened? How did you find out? How has it changed you?