Although I personally feel that every post I write is another piece of ‘meme'...my buddy, Lisa Heindel, seems to think that I'm holding something back. In her recent post, A MeMe Trifecta, Lisa shares 5 of her previously hidden secrets and has tagged me to do the same. After reading Lisa's post, Martin Abeshaus also joined with her in demanding that I strip away all my masks and reveal the naked truth about what makes Elizabeth Nieves tick. Lisa and Martin...I'll do my best to make you proud!
Well...gosh, golly, gee whizz...where do I begin? I was born a coal miner's daughter. (Oh...wait a minute...that's not me! That storyline belongs to country singer, Loretta Lynn.) I, Elizabeth Nieves, was born in Durham, NC in 19-- (A real lady never reveals her age!) Now that I think about it...Loretta Lynn and I do have one thing in common. We were both born into very poor, Southern families.
1) Although I've lived in many different homes, there is one place that I will always consider my ‘real home'...Quail Roost Farm. My family moved to Quail Roost Farm when I was six years old. Quail Roost Farm was my special gift from God...a wondrous and amazing place for any little girl...especially one as daring and imaginative as I was (am). Surrounded by horses and nature, each day was a new adventure...an opportunity to live out one of the escapades I had plotted in my mind.
On one such day, my younger brother and I were playing on the hill in front of our home. He was my captive, and I was a fierce, Indian warrior. I had tied him to the tree, and I was contemplating his torture when a golf cart putted down the road...just in time to save my brother from his horrible fate. As the golf cart came to a stop, Mr. Phillips (the caretaker of Quail Roost Conference Center...located at the top of the hill), commented that he had someone he wanted us to meet. He pointed to his passenger and asked my brother and me if we recognized her. In unison, we squealed..."That's Aunt Bee!!" Frances Bavier played ‘Aunt Bee' in the 1960's TV program ‘The Andy Griffith Show'...which was set in Mayberry, NC...a fictional town based on the real town of Mount Airy, NC. Aunt Bee was a superstar to us!
2) Now that I've admitted that I'm really just a country girl who grew up on a farm, I suppose this is a good time to talk about my ‘old-fashioned' values. As a REALTOR® and broker-in-charge of my own firm, I have developed a public image as a strong business woman who can go head-to-head with any man in the business and come out standing. I'm also a fierce negotiator who remains calm...even under intense pressure. However, when it comes to my hubby, I melt like butter and transform into a delicate, feminine flower.
To further demonstrate my point, I will share something that happened recently. In August, I attended a real estate convention in Austin, Texas. As Keller Williams' guest, they arranged for me to share a hotel room with another REALTOR® from NC...a woman I had never met in person. Although Cindy did not know me personally, she well knew of my business reputation. She had taken an early flight to Austin and was already settled into the hotel when I arrived...talking on the phone with my husband...telling him all about my flight from NC to Austin. We rarely spend time apart, and I was already missing him. We talked for about an hour, and then I hung up...tears streaming down my face and sobbing like a little girl.
Two days later, as Cindy was leaving the hotel, she said..."Elizabeth, I gotta tell you something. I had this idea of what you would be like...but when I heard you talking to your husband that first night...you totally demolished my image of you." I smiled and said, "Cindy...I LOVE my man!" She replied, "Girl...I haven't met him yet, but he must be one amazing man to make you react like that after ALL these years of marriage." I just kept smiling...knowing that Cindy had seen a side of me that I reserve only for my husband.
3) While I'm on a roll...let's go ahead and get something else out into the open. You know how little girls grow up watching fairytales about knights on white horses and princes who rescue the damsel in distress? Well...I have a ‘thing' for heroes. Please understand that I'm NOT referring to superheroes such as Superman and Batman. NOPERS! My heroes are men such as William Wallace in Braveheart and Robert Roy MacGregor in Rob Roy...men who, driven by the love of a good woman and for their just cause will lay down their lives without a moment of hesitation...men of conviction, courage and honor. These are my heroes.
Are we there yet?? Oh man...I've got to give Lisa and Martin TWO more secrets. (How am I doing, guys?) Let's change the subject a bit.
4) Most of my regular readers know that I studied Visual Design at North Carolina State University School of Design. What no one knows is how I came to be a student at NCSU School of Design. For four years of high school, I was absolutely certain that I would go to college to study either Veterinary Medicine or some other medical science. I had applied and was accepted into the School of Veterinary Medicine at NCSU. A few weeks before graduation, I had a moment of clarity and realized that I did not want to study any form of medicine...that I wanted to be an artist.
Immediately, I made an appointment to speak with the school advisor...who quickly advised me that I was making a big mistake. She suggested that I ‘not make waves' and just ‘go along with the plan'. I did not take her advice, and I called NCSU to apply for a position in the School of Design...clueless to the facts that the School of Design only accepted a handful of students each year...that they had already filled all of their openings...and that the School of Design required all applicants to undergo a live interview with the Design School staff. The gentleman who answered the phone asked me a few questions about my background and reason for waiting so late to apply. I was very honest with him, and he seemed genuinely impressed. A few days after my conversation with him, I received an invitation in the mail to go for my staff interview...along with instructions to bring my portfolio for review. Aside from the fact that I did not have a portfolio, I was ready for my interview!
On the day of my interview, I took a bus from Durham to Raleigh...and then walked 8 blocks, in pouring rain, before arriving at my interview...drenched from head to toe. As I waited, I noticed that the building seemed very quiet...too quiet...but I was so excited that I thought little more of it. Then, a grey-haired gentleman stepped out to greet me. He led me to a room and proceeded with the interview. He asked me why I was so wet...and then asked to see my portfolio. I presented him with three drawings...one from third grade, one from seventh grade and one from the day before my interview. I then explained to him that I had never actually taken a drawing or drafting class...but that I was a natural artist. I told him that I was the first person in my family to graduate from high school and that I had followed an academic course in school in order to please my teachers and family. I then looked him in the eyes and shared with him my lifelong dream of becoming an artist. He smiled, shook my hand and wished me luck.
Three days later, I received a personal letter from him...the Dean of the Design School. He told me that I was the first applicant he had seen in years that had the heart to fight for their dreams...that he could not hold me back...that he had made an exception and accepted me into the School of Design. I fell on the floor in shock!
5) Finally...the moment you all have been waiting for has arrived...my last revelation. Are you ready? Are you sure you are ready? Okay...I'm ready also. My favorite color is green...not just any green...apple green! ALL of my life...green has been my favorite color. I love green vegetables...green apples...green sweaters...green grass...everything green! I LOVE GREEN! (My house is even green.)
Well...Lisa and Martin...I hope you are pleased. I've revealed five things that you did not know about me. I fulfilled my contractual obligation, and I will wait for the check to arrive in the mail. OH YEAH...no check, huh? ::GIGGLING:: That was too much fun.
NOW...I must choose three unsuspecting people to whom I shall pass the ‘meme' baton. Eeenie meeenie miney moe...I choose:
Julie Neerings -- Julie is the sweetest and most gentle person I've ever known.
Courtney Cooper -- I only recently met Courtney, but she is compassionate and generous.
Gary McNinch -- A fellow KW agent...Gary is someone I admire greatly.
Okay guys...it's on you now. Open the door and show us what's hidden in the back of your closet!
Written and Posted by:
Elizabeth Nieves - Broker, REALTOR® -- The Elizabeth Nieves Realty Group @ Keller Williams (A Bilingual Real Estate Team serving Raleigh, Durham, Chapel Hill NC and surrounding areas.)