Saturday, December 24, 2011

I may have missed my calling.

Perhaps I should have been a private investigator. I can scour the web for information like I was born with research tips embedded in my brain. Although, I am not so consumed with myself to think that I got this way all by myself, I realize that I inherited most of these traits from my father. Because he, too, should have been a private investigator. Maybe then we would have a family business centered around finding out all the little, grubby details that one pays people to learn. But in reality we are just nosey inquisitive.

There's a certain thrill I get from searching for information and going from one step to the next in learning the full story. Therefore, anytime someone has an inquiry I take it upon myself to learn as much as I possibly can about that inquiry whether they ask me to or not. Often times, these inquiries don't even want to be answered by the person inquiring...they're just momentarily curious. But not to me they came into my office, sat down at my private investigator desk and filled out a request form listing pertinent details that are required for me to begin my search.

Unfortunately, I am not the best spy. I stink at being inconspicuous, it's just a fact and I've learned to accept it. For instance, when Mr. Ski and I lived in our first home the neighbors across the street had a very explosive relationship. One night, Mr. Ski and I were out on the front porch and heard them yelling and even saw some belongings come flying out the front door. I decided that if I got a little closer I could possibly hear what they were yelling about (there's the nosey inquisitive aspect) so I crept to a tree in our tiny yard and stood behind it while slowly peeking around it every once in awhile trying to see and hear more of what was going on. Mr. Ski loves to make fun of me for this one, because as he tells it the tree I was 'hiding' behind was way thinner than me and definitely did not conceal me as I thought it did. Case and point....I am not good at being stealthy, but put me behind a computer with some of my favorite resources and I will search the web until I produce as much information as your my little heart desires.


  1. My sister Michelle is the same way; she would make a great cop, actually. (except she doesn't like guns)

  2. I also don't like guns! So I doubt I'd make it as a cop. :)