I'm sick - therefore, mama don't want to cook dinner. Add to that daddy was off to a gun show to hear a WWII veteran speak. So, I asked my youngest daughter if she would run into chick-fil-a to get the two of dinner. While I drove around the parking lot in an effort to keep the flow of traffic moving, little did I know what story was unfolding.
As she gets in the van, she says, "Did you see that group of hoodlums standing right inside by the door? There must have been 7 of them?" I say, "Yeah I saw them." She says, "Well, when I walked by one of them told me to come back and walk by again. Then I heard dad call my name." I said, "You heard A dad call your name?" (In my mind, I was so thankful!) She said, "NO, I heard MY dad call my name. So I walked over there until my order was ready." I said, "Oh Dad and his friend stopped by chick-fil-a on their way out."
Well, now I just had to know what dad was thinking. So I called him - hoping he would answer his cell - he's tends to not. After many rings fully expecting it to go to voice mail. "Hey." he says. I say, "So were you about to bust some heads in the chick-fil-a" He says "Them punks were making comments to all the girls as they walked in and then I heard them say something to MY daughter. I don't know what they said, but I know it wasn't good." And in the background, I hear my husband's friend say, "Yeah we were about to spear them with our bayonets"
I'm thinking daddy isn't gonna let his little girl out alone until she's 35!
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Monday, January 9, 2012
Ink
When I was 16 I admit I dated a "bad boy". He dropped out of high school, had a criminal record, was an alcoholic and had a tattoo. I will admit, reluctantly, that he wasn't the best choice. From that relationship, I secretly wanted a tattoo. I never discussed it and I never acted on it. Tattoos were not socially acceptable and I wouldn't have had a clue or the guts to figure out what it took to get one.
Fast forward to my 40's. Tattoos are much more socially accepted. However, at 44 I didn't want to appear to be going through a midlife crisis or be accused of trying to act like I was still 20. But I began to drop hints to my husband and my kids that I really wanted a tattoo. I think they were shocked at first, but then this past mother's day, they gave me their blessing.
I knew right a way what I wanted. So I went on Google translator and put in the word "redeemed" and translated it to Hebrew. I printed it out - sent it to a tattoo artist for a price. He told me to be careful with Hebrew because each mark could change the meaning of a word. So I took my print out to a pastor and asked him if he would translate my Hebrew word to english. He told me it meant "defiled one". OK - NO! I'm not having "defiled one" permanently inscribed on my foot.
This past weekend, I finally got up the courage to join the world of ink. It's just a little tattoo. But I am really excited. I didn't go with any Hebrew words. Instead I put my husband and my initials on my wrist. I will admit, somewhat reluctantly, that I feel like a "bad girl" - but I can tell you, regardless of what I put on my arm, I know that I am not the "defiled one". I am REDEEMED!
Fast forward to my 40's. Tattoos are much more socially accepted. However, at 44 I didn't want to appear to be going through a midlife crisis or be accused of trying to act like I was still 20. But I began to drop hints to my husband and my kids that I really wanted a tattoo. I think they were shocked at first, but then this past mother's day, they gave me their blessing.
I knew right a way what I wanted. So I went on Google translator and put in the word "redeemed" and translated it to Hebrew. I printed it out - sent it to a tattoo artist for a price. He told me to be careful with Hebrew because each mark could change the meaning of a word. So I took my print out to a pastor and asked him if he would translate my Hebrew word to english. He told me it meant "defiled one". OK - NO! I'm not having "defiled one" permanently inscribed on my foot.
This past weekend, I finally got up the courage to join the world of ink. It's just a little tattoo. But I am really excited. I didn't go with any Hebrew words. Instead I put my husband and my initials on my wrist. I will admit, somewhat reluctantly, that I feel like a "bad girl" - but I can tell you, regardless of what I put on my arm, I know that I am not the "defiled one". I am REDEEMED!
Monday, January 2, 2012
Happy New Year 2012!
I set up this blog thing in October 2011, but didn't get very far. It's very intimidating to me. However, this is the beginning of a new year, as good a time as ever to jump in and give this a go.
I think I should begin with the thought behind "Everyday Dawn" - it may give you a little insight as to who I am and how I think.
First and foremost, I believe that each day we can begin a new - in reality each moment we can begin a new - but let's stick with the over all idea here. I am so grateful that I am not stuck without options. I love that I always have options to start again - I do not have to continue down a path feeling that I have no choice. That is so exciting because I know that when I make a mistake, I do not have to live as though I will never have success. Honestly, it's more difficult for me to remember that other people can make mistakes and then choose to do what's right. But I'm often reminded that everyday is a new dawn for me as well as for you.
The second thought behind "Everyday Dawn" is quite simply that every day and I mean every day I experience some silly, weird, amazing thing while I'm out doing my normal every day stuff. I take a quick trip to the post office - I will come back to the office with a story to tell. I stand in line at the grocery store - I will come home with a story to tell. Life is hilarious to me. So I hope to share some of the stories I bump into during my every day.
I tend to live my life as an open book - I am who I am. I hope you will be willing to share some of your life stories with me. So God Bless You in 2012 and hold on tight, 'cause this will be a thrilling ride!
I think I should begin with the thought behind "Everyday Dawn" - it may give you a little insight as to who I am and how I think.
First and foremost, I believe that each day we can begin a new - in reality each moment we can begin a new - but let's stick with the over all idea here. I am so grateful that I am not stuck without options. I love that I always have options to start again - I do not have to continue down a path feeling that I have no choice. That is so exciting because I know that when I make a mistake, I do not have to live as though I will never have success. Honestly, it's more difficult for me to remember that other people can make mistakes and then choose to do what's right. But I'm often reminded that everyday is a new dawn for me as well as for you.
The second thought behind "Everyday Dawn" is quite simply that every day and I mean every day I experience some silly, weird, amazing thing while I'm out doing my normal every day stuff. I take a quick trip to the post office - I will come back to the office with a story to tell. I stand in line at the grocery store - I will come home with a story to tell. Life is hilarious to me. So I hope to share some of the stories I bump into during my every day.
I tend to live my life as an open book - I am who I am. I hope you will be willing to share some of your life stories with me. So God Bless You in 2012 and hold on tight, 'cause this will be a thrilling ride!
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