Here is photo collage to sum up the rest of 2012. It was filled with reuniting with old friends, going out, game nights, visiting family, work, poker, doggies, training with the Cohort, a kitchen gadget engagement shower, work on Christmas, a horrible attempt at burrito making, Rock Band, and my last day at the theater. I ended the year with twenty-three pairs of Chuck T’s, and brought in the new year by bowling with Chris and friends.
Handsome Daddy. June 16, 2012
“Any man can be a father. It takes a special man to be a dad.”
— Author Unknown
Father’s Day is tomorrow so it was only fitting to write a special post for my awesome Dad. First, let me explain why this post is called “Handsome Daddy.” My old phone would announce who is calling by saying, “Call from BLANK.” When I told Dad about this, he replied, “So when I call does it say, ‘Call from Handsome Daddy’?” I assured him it did and since then he is always Handsome Daddy in my phone. In fact, now he is my only contact with a nickname. So, as you can see my dad is the jokester, and he always has me laughing.
Dad, thank you so much for all that you have done for me. You’re always so strong in every situation, which helps me to be strong, too. You always put a smile on my face by something silly you’ve done or something you’ve said. I love our “I love you more so I win” wars. I like that you text me Jessie’s messages to me, because how else would I know that she said “arff arff” which means “I love you” (It’s a good thing you can translate for her too!). I also love our “your face thing.” Chris and I both really enjoy our game nights/movie nights. I know that you always have us cracking up. I’m especially thankful for not only my relationship with you, but yours with Chris as well. He really loves you and you mean a lot to him; more than you know I’m sure. I’m grateful for knowing that I can come to you with anything, and you’ll help me out. Thanks for helping me to appreciate The Beatles and Johnny Cash. I am thankful for your bravery in killing bugs around the house. Thanks for all your fun stories from your childhood. Thanks for letting me go crazy at the grocery store and get whatever is looking good at the time. Thanks for getting me so into the comic book movies; I always look forward to our Daddy-Daughter dates when a new one is coming out. Most of all, I am thankful that you are my dad. Bubby and I are super lucky to call you our dad. I know I’d be missing out on a lot of hugs and giggles if you weren’t my dad. Thanks for all that you do for me, and thank you for all the things I know you’ll do for me in the future. I love you Dad (more, so I win!)
When you’re having a rough day, just look back on this and realize how much I love you! You’re the best Daddy in the whole entire world, and I couldn’t ask for anyone better. Happy Father’s Day!
My Angel Mother. May 25, 2012
“All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.”
— Abraham Lincoln
The month of May means Mother’s Day and my mom’s birthday, so I decided to write a special post about her and how much she truly means to me. So, Mom, this is for you. (Hope you don’t mind some of the pictures I chose!)
Mom, can I just say that you truly are the best mom that I could ever ask for. You do so much for me and everything that you can for me, and I am so very appreciative. You honestly mean the world to me. I have no idea where I would be without you. Of course, you’re my mom so I love you, but I also love you because you’re a great person. You always hold me up when I am having a rough time. You accept that I’m a cry baby and let me have my moments. You love me unconditionally and show that to me daily. You support me in everything that I do and always encourage me to do my best. Your smile when you see me warms my heart. You were strong for me when I needed you to be. I could go on and on.
I hope this short little letter can help you to understand and see at least the smallest ounce of the millions of gallons of how much you mean to me. I know I can come to you for anything. I’m so thankful for the relationship that you and I have. God blessed me with the best mom there is. I love you, Mom.
Smiles & Good Friday April 7, 2012
I’ve been thinking about a few things recently, and I thought I’d share with you!
I don’t even remember the store I was at anymore in this particular instance, however it happens often, but that is irrelevant to the story anyway. Wherever I was, when I checked out, I was being pretty friendly (having a job where I deal with unfriendly customers sometimes has made me a much friendlier customer). My cashier, on the other hand, was not. She never smiled at me or said anything like “How are you?” or “Have a nice day.” As my “I Am…” states, I love to smile. “Smiling is my favorite,” as Buddy the Elf would say. I always feel a little offended in some way when I don’t get a smile back. I left the store thinking she was rude because she wouldn’t smile back at me. Then I got to thinking. Maybe something bad has happened to her recently and smiling is just too hard for her right now. Maybe, even though she was unable to smile back, my smiling helped to brighten her day a little. Or maybe, my first thought was right, and she was just unfriendly and just doesn’t like to smile. Either way, I’m going to stick with smiling. Hopefully my smile can help someone who really just needs a smile.
Then, there was yesterday. Yesterday was Good Friday, in case you didn’t know. The day that represents Jesus dying on the cross to forgive our sins. 1 Peter 2:24: “He himself bore our sins” in his body on the cross, so that we might die to sins and live for righteousness; “by his wounds you have been healed.” What an amazing feeling. But I didn’t come here to preach to you (although, there is nothing wrong with sharing the Word). I came here to tell a story about yesterday. Chris (my boyfriend) and I went to Wendy’s, my favorite fast-food restaurant at the moment. Our service was terrible, the cashier was rude, and they had to re-do our order because they messed things up. I left the place angry and annoyed about it. Then I thought about it being Good Friday, and what that day represents. I realized what had just happened to me there that annoyed me was nothing like what happened to Jesus who didn’t even complain. I must admit, thinking this didn’t instantly change me attitude, although it should have; however, I am still human, and it took me thinking that for a while for it to finally make me realize that my “bad” experience at Wendy’s is nothing compared to what Jesus went through for me.
So, next time you have an unfriendly cashier or waitress or the next time you feel like you’re having a bad day, remember that someone is going through something much worse. If you can’t think of any normal scenario that is worse, then think about what Jesus went through. It may sound lame, but it may help you to have a more positive attitude, which is something I strive for. I’ll be working on this myself. Let’s take this journey together. We need a new perspective.