Proverbs 3 Living Bible Version
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Proverbs 3 Living Bible Version
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Sunday, December 16, 2007
P.S. Yes, I did take both pictures...
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
Sunday, December 9, 2007
Couple of days ago, while wearing my bozo look at the hair studio, I was reading an article in the magazine Real Simple. (Be advised: it is one of my most humiliating moments to have to sit for 45 minutes with hair dye on my roots, the rest of my hair sticking up all over and the brown dye around my hairline appearing to be a drawn on skull cap. That day, my brother-in-law walked by the window and then into the hall by the glass front door and I mentioned to my hair stylist as he passed by the first window, you know, a “that’s my brother-in-law” kind of comment. So, he starts for the door to tell him to come on in so he can meet him and I’m like totally going bonkers telling him to stop…I won’t be seen like this…my hair stylist, who is a man…did not understand my dilemma, even though I was sporting my bozo look. I suppose it grows on him and he thinks nothing about it.) ANYWAY…The article was written by a 40 something woman who was admitting that trying to improve her outside appearance was a losing battle. However, she found her mind was an open book and she was learning new things all the time. She was even studying opera… and enjoying it. The body battle would always be there. She would fight it with yoga and pilates and occasionally get to see results like a bit tighter set buns and of course, the consistent energy level it provided. The ability to study new things and become more educated in any area she chose inspired her. All in all it was an encouraging article written by an experienced woman who was finding educating the mind always has rewards…even up until the grave. I was almost finished with it and trying not to listen to the conversation going on with my hair stylist and another client. But we’re right there in the same room…and the things you hear in a styling studio can be very interesting. I was tuning them out rather well because of the good read in front of me until she started talking about the family (her daughter? Can’t recall) who home schools her children. Well, shiver me timbers, I couldn’t tune that one out on my stronger days. She went on to say that they have nine children. Awesome! I’m thinking…What a woman…what a feat…what a…What did she say? Did I hear her right? My hair stylist must have choked on it too, as he had her repeat it. Oh my gosh! I did hear her right…
“Yes, they home school but they don’t believe in educating the girls.” Did I just drop back into the past? WTF? “They believe girls do not need to be educated nor do they need college degrees…their role is to get married, have babies, be a good wife, raise the children and keep the house.” She went on to say, “They have mentors for the girls. Older women, like me, (reference to her), who mentor the females for their future role as wife, mother, homemaker.”
I tried to remain seated…but I found myself out of my chair and turned toward them…I am constantly aware of the fact that with my new job, my opinions must be censored…so I hung my head, with tears in my eyes I went to the restroom and fumed to myself and God. The African females who are suffer female circumcision surfaced into the mind battle and I was forced to stay in the restroom a bit longer so that my countenance did not betray me.
Of course, there mixed into the mind battle was the fact that I was raised the same way…and maybe, as a former smoker hates cigarette smoke more that a non smoker, due to the “been there - done that” effect, I was feeling more strongly about the issue than the average person would be…I seriously doubt it.
Whatever the case, I cannot understand whhhhhhyyyyy people, religious or not, come up with the notion women do not need to be educated. How can a parent decide something like that, that will affect their daughter’s future in such a dramatic way? How can they see female teachers, doctors, nurses, hello…police officers, lawyers, corrections officers, office executives, authors, etc…listen to female musicians, or even home school their children…and not see the need for females to be educated? We need skilled and intelligent females in every facet of life. It’s not just about baking cookies!
And that’s all I have to say about that.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
The foot picture
Friday, December 7, 2007
Emily after a run around town...she loved checking out Subway!
My friend Jessica and her daughter. We met 15 years ago (?) through church.
Doughnut seeds are a vital ingredient with little ones.
Our meeting at the mall.
Tonight Ariel is going to help me wrap presents...decorate the tree and possible complete the assembly of my Christmas cards...I'll post a photo addendum after that...___________________________________________________________________
And here it is...with this little Christmas Angel's help...the big PA and the Jolly Green Giant...I was able to see many things to completion...Thanks, you guys!
Sunday, December 2, 2007
I was presented with a cake and ice cream, a card, flowers with an incredibly soft teddy bear attached and an umbrella. You ask, an umbrella? Yep, to accompany me on my patrol in the back of my trunk, as a reminder that the crew at the jail are supporting their former co-worker aka Mary Poppins. I was deemed that knick name by inmates 2 1/2 years ago...as I worked the units and they watched me pull whatever was needed out of my backpack, singing as I worked, trying to remain cheerful...the officer's picked up on it and some never forgot. So, one of my biggest hecklers made certain I left with something to remember that they remembered...an umbrella. Since I am seen as Mary Poppins...and she carries the reputation of being "practically perfect in everyway" I did not suggest where I really thought the umbrella should go...
There was also an urban legend that traveled around the jail, that I read bedtime stories to the residents. Don't know how that one got started. Another urban legend was that I was a close friend to one in administration. No clue there either.
I am grateful for the opportunity to work there these past three years. I will not forget my roots in law enforcement. I believe my experience there will aid me in my role as a police officer. I believe corrections officers are frequently unappreciated. How silly for this to be since corrections is a vital part of the criminal justice system. I am truly thankful to have had the opportunity to serve as a corrections officer.
"872 checking Master Control"
"Go ahead, 872."
"872 is 10-7 / 10-98 at your time"
"872, you're clear at 0000 hours."
Now, I can sit back and enjoy my coffee...Kudos to Malone...the other recent time serve...
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Today, I got to visit with some awesome ladies...some in person, some by phone, some by text messages and emails...whatever the method...I love time with the females in my life!
Sunday, November 25, 2007
She's very content in her home with her Mommy and Daddy...I think they feel the same about her, too.
Friday, November 23, 2007
I was unable to post last night as I arrived home from work at 12:30 AM. I’m not one of those people who must stay up for hours when they come home from second shift. I am in the bed no later than 1 AM, most of the time it’s 12:45 AM when I climb in beside my snoozing partner.
However, my thoughts last night were on my faith. My first night back at work after a 10 day vacation…and we have three call ins for third shift. First day of my work week, it’s my primary; I am the one who will be hit for overtime. I simply despise OT. I was reminded from inside to not get worked up over the thought, to pray and leave it in God’s hands. So, I did. No worries, I just did my job and prayed each time OT thoughts surfaced. End result: the OT worked itself out and they didn’t keep anyone. So, driving home remembering to thank my most awesome scheduler, I got to thinking about how much I leave in His capable hands and how I can trust His ways. I thought about the sense of peace I can have when I do allow Him to coordinate things even if they don’t come out the way I want them, too.
Craig and Becky’s situation at the hospital…yep, I was praying over many issues that night…and it allowed me to remain calm. “Peace I leave with you…”
I find myself disabling my serenity quite often, over different situations. The resolving factor is always prayer. It’s not any different from our parent / child relationships. We take care of them, providing, assisting and protecting…we would hate it if they looked at us with worried eyes and questioned our ability to do these things. We want them to rest in knowing we’ve got it covered. If they are worried we want to reassure them, it’s all good…Mommy has it under control.
My faith has taught me that about God. One of my favorite verses from the Bible is found in Philippians chapter 4 verses 6 and 7. “Be careful for nothing (said another way…don’t worry bout it); but in everything by prayer and supplication (communicating through prayer and asking for what you need, want, for help, etc) with thanksgiving (being thankful in every situation) let your requests be made known to God…and the peace of God, which passes all understanding will keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus.
It can’t be said any plainer. Don’t worry, pray instead, be thankful for what you have going on, trust God with your thoughts and desires and you will have peace.
Prayer is like worry with legs on it…
And so last night, I wanted to post that I was thankful for my faith…the ability to climb up into my heavenly Father’s lap and talk to Him about being scared, hopeful, thankful, etc…and experience the peace that comes as He lays His hand on my head, stroking my hair, whispering to me, “It’s okay, my child, I’ve got this under control. Rest here on my lap. Breath…”
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Sunday, November 18th, 2007---Day 8 of the Twelve Days of Thanksgiving
Craig and Becky go into labor. I was spending hours at the hospital. All was well. In a dramatic turn of events, I was thankful for law enforcement. You must think, Lady, you are in law enforcement already. Yes, but I needed help that night. The choice of action could have caused me grief with my entrance into my next job. My involvement could have misunderstood. When it is personal you are best to call in others, so your actions are not misinterpreted. I was able to hand it over to a hospital security officer and Metro. You can go through life and not really realize how important officers are until you need them. They are there when you call. Willing and able to assist. To Serve and Protect. They do their job well. When I grow up, that’s exactly what I want to be… a Police Officer.
Monday, November 19th, 2007---Day 9 of the Twelve Days of Thanksgiving
On this day, Emily was born. I watched my son take on the role of husband / father and play it well. I applaud him. Becky went through more than just delivery by cesarean. So did Craig, but Becky did not have the support of a few that she should have had support from. I watched Becky take on so much that I am not even permitted to share. On her special day, she had to deal with issues that she should not have had to face….ever. I watched her be brave and strong. She did not melt down and allow herself to be consumed by the turn of events. She has awesome coping skills. She is able to put it on the back burner and tell herself she can deal with it at a more appropriate time. Her daughter will learn to be a strong woman from her. Emily will learn to be loving and compassionate from her. I believe she will learn to weigh what is important and act appropriately. So, on that day, I was thankful for strong women, namely Becky. I’m thankful that Emily will be raised by a strong woman who does her best to do right. I am also thankful for other strong women who have already endured about the same as Becky did that day. You know who you are as you read this posting. Thankful that your example speaks to so many younger strong women. An example that shows them, doing the right thing, dealing with the situation in a way that looks out for the best for your own family unit, pays off. How your husband and your children come first before any others. How you are admired and appreciated.
I’m thankful for my strong daughters.. I am surrounded by strong women…and I’m so thankful!
Tuesday, November 20th, 2007---Day 10 of the Twelve Days of Thanksgiving
Today I am thankful for my husband. Thankful that he continues to grow as an individual, a husband, a father and grandfather, etc. May he never say, “I’ve lived long enough I can think and do what I want.” I have heard older people make statements like that. But Papa grows…sometimes he fights it…but he grows. I’m proud of him as I see him hugging his son in the hospital, holding his newest grandchild and talking sweet and loving to her. I’m thankful he doesn’t live in the past allowing the present and the future to slip away. He accepts challenges even those within himself. And I’m thankful for him…for the many years we have shared and are going to share.