2005 Mustang-Just a Guy Car?

Well, one of you said that the 2005 Mustang is a "guy car" only. Mabey I will have to rethink this. I know it's sporty, sounds good, etc. But I had never thought of it as just a "guy car". So give me some input here.

2005 Mustang?

Sorry guys, been busy. Oh, it's all good, just trying to keep up.

GIve me a vote: Do you like the 2005 Mustang? And if you vote yes, what color?

Thanks!

"In matters of style, swim with the current; in matters of principle, stand like a rock."

– Thomas Jefferson

When confronted with a Goliath-sized problem, which way do you respond? "He's too big to hit" or, like David, "He's too big to miss."

Loving-Kindness

The teacher asked the pupils to tell the meaning of loving-kindness. A little boy jumped up and said, "Well, if I was hungry and someone gave me a piece of bread, that would be kindness. But if they put a little jelly on it, that would be loving-kindness."

Make it a point to find one person today, that you can share some "loving-kindness" to. You may be surprised how blessed you will be.

A Thought...

Others can stop you temporarily-----you are the only one who can do it permanently.

Maegan's Birthday

Omg'ness, I remember it like yesterday! 11:30 pm on July 7th, we leave Granny Duh's house to head for the Birth Center in Hixson. We had decided to have natural childbirth, I mean really...no hospital, no drugs, no doctor (just a mid-wife). Most everyone thought we were crazy for not at least going to a hospital, but at that time if you went to the hospital they made you do all "routine" stuff (if you've had a baby you know what I'm talking about!). My dad was one of the most verbal I think, he said, "Lisa, all these conveniences of doctors and hospitals and you want to go back in time and use a witch doctor." I never understood exactly what he meant by calling my midwife a witch doctor, and personally I didn't want to know anymore, afraid of what he would say next.

The ride from Ringgold to Hixson seemed extremly long that night. We got there, only to find out that I was only 4 centimeters.

Things were going pretty well, until I started throughing up (sorry for you guys with weak stomachs!) but it was every 15 to 20 minutes for probably 2 hours. And other than that, things went pretty much as expected for the next several hours.

I do remember walking out to the waiting area where everyone was, oh it must have been about 5 am, and I saw my dad and Hoyt (moms husband), playing cards. That struck me as so strange that morning. And of course David's mom, my mom, and my grandmother were just chatting away.

At 9:02 am Maegan was here, and her journey began. She was a good baby and other than getting sick everytime we put her in her car seat, she was pretty happy. To this day, she still gets car sick when we are traveling, but I didn't figure out she had car sickness til she was probably 8 years old.

She will kill me for telling this story, but when she was about 6, she and I were sitting in the living room, folding clothes I think. And out of the blue, she said "What the h___ are you doing?" I looked at her in utter surprise cos we were very careful of what shows she watched on TV, and we just didn't talk like that, so I coulndn't figure out where in the world she had heard that. So I thought maybe I was hearing things, so I said, 'What did you say?", and she replied with the very same answer! And she was looking at me straight in the eye jus like it was normal. Finally, I said, "Maegan, where did you hear that?" to which she said, "Star Trek". Yep, she and David loved Star Trek and I hardley ever watched it, but at least I had my answer. So that day, we had the opportunity of talking about not saying things unless we know what they mean. Looking back it was so funny. And even now, when we're watching a movie or just out in a crowd and hear a "bad" word, we can't help but say, "Maegan, that's a bad word".

She has grown into a very beautiful and sweet young lady. She loves serving God and others. She loves her Dad beyond any measure, and rightfully so. He has been as strong and steady example for her through out her life.

I know many see her as strong and independant (which she is) but what most do not see is the soft and tender side. She gets the "I'm strong and no ones gonna see me weak", from me and I wish I knew some way to change that, for her sake. And I will continue to pray and trust God on that one.

Well, enough reminiscing, but hey I'm the mom and doesn't that give me the right?

Hope everyone out there has a wonderful and blessed day. And a special wish for the Birthday Girl to have a day full of joy and blessings and I will quit here Mae, with a few questions for you to start your 19th year..

ASK YOURSELF:
What are the options?
What are my priorities?
How can I grow?

ASK OTHERS:
Will you forgive me?
Will you help me?
What can I do for you?

ASK GOD:
Who am I?
What is Your will?
What is eternal?

What a lovely day! Even tho' I haven't been feeling my normal perky and "on the go" self lately, today has been lovely.

David & Faith got up early to go to the Farmers Market with Papa. They spent the whole morning there and came back with lots of good stuff...watermelon, canteloupe, okra, cucumbers, peas, and corn on the cob. We all love corn on the cob, but we're used to getting it at Wal-Mart, already shucked! Well, I just finished shucking 34 ears (all alone, cos Mae and T conveniently had made plans to go out to lunch). Now, I know that's probably not alot to some of you, but I'm a city girl, inside and out. And actually it wasn't that bad.

It brought back memories of being a little girl and sitting on Nannie & Papa's porch. I'm sure it wasn't so, but it surely seemed true that every day they sat out there on that porch with neighbors, shelling peas, stringing beans and shucking corn. For them, it didn't appear to be work at all, just a normal day of enjoying the weather and spending time with friends and family. Then after all the work was complete (always close to dark it seemed) they would all gather their foods, and head inside.

My Nannie was an awesome cook. I'll never come close to what she could do and she seemed to do it perfectly every time. Of course I didn't realize it then, but many times since those days I've often wondered how she did it. No flops, no burning the bread, no forgetting the desert in the oven. She was an amazing, but quiet lady.

I think Mae must get some of her love of cooking from Nannie. Mae loves to bake, and even more she loves to see people enjoy. As I think back again, Nannie was much the same. She would do all this cooking, and then she would continue to serve everyone...more drinks, more warm food. Most of the time I remember her eating AFTER everyone was done.

I sure wish she were still around to answer some of my many questions. But, overall I can look and recall her actions and know what a servant she must have been. Sure puts me to shame!

Well, I have much to accomplish today, but most of all I just want to enjoy the blessings of today. Til next time...

Guys...Is this REALLY possible or REALLY fairy tale?

Here's the story. What I want from you is to know if this is a true picture of how you feel, or is it just a girls' dream.

His name is Johnny Lingo. He lived on a Pacific island. The custom on his little island was this: when a young man found a girl he wanted to marry, he paid his future father-in law a certain number of cows for the daughter's hand.

Now, two or three cows could buy you an average, perfectly adequate wife. Four or five cows could get you a highly satisfactory one. Johnny loved a girl named Sarita. Sarita had always been very plain. She was thin, her shoulders were hunched over, and she walked with her head ducked down. Yet Johnny paid Sarita's father eight cows. The islanders said to one another, "Eight cows? This is ridiculous. He got cheated." It was the talk of the community.

A visitor who had heard of the eight-cow betrothal came to Johnny's house to do some business with him. As they were talking, Sarita entered the room to set a vase of flowers on the table. And it seemed to the visitor that the flowers weren't nearly as fresh and beautiful and vibrant as the wife of Johnny Lingo.

She was not at all the Sarita he had heard about. She was one of the loveliest women he had ever seen. There was even something in the lift of her shoulders, the tilt of her chin, and the sparkle of her eyes.

Johnny noticed his guest's wide-eyed response to his wife. When Sarita had left the room, Johnny said to his guest, "Have you ever thought about what it must mean to a girl to know that her future husband had settled on the lowest price for which she could be bought? Did you ever wonder what it must feel like to her, when other girls boast of what their future husbands had offered to pay for them? One says, "Four cows." Another, "five cows." How does she feel, the woman who was only sold for two?

"I decided this must not happen to my Sarita," Johnny said. "I wanted to marry Sarita. I loved her and no other girl. I wanted Sarita to be happy...but I wanted even more than that. I wanted her and everyone else to know that she is worth more than any other girl to me."

What a wise man. Because of his love, she became the most beautiful woman on the island.

End of story. But my question is this...what are guys really willing to give for the girl he loves, or the girl he will love? Is it what everyone else is "giving"? Is she worth more than the going price? Ok, I'll stop here and listen to you!

I have my opinion, but I want to hear your thoughts and views, first.

Yes or No?

Is love a feeling?