......revelations of one woman's reality of life, love, and all things hopeful...

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Today begins my quest for my perfect wedding gown. I'm so excited!

Terry's parents came to KY for a visit this weekend, and I am thrilled that Mrs. Shelia Taylor is going shopping with me. We are going to Danville first and then possibly into Lexington.

How fun!!!

Sunday, February 7, 2010

...that's why i'm so goofy...

Today TT and I attended church at First Baptist Somerset. We were greeted by some friendly greeters at the front door who automatically recognized that we were visitors. Then we were greeted my more nice usher-people who gave us the bulletin.
We walked into the large sanctuary and searched out a place to sit as people were obviously filing in from their Sunday school classes. We found a seat and sat. I began to glance around the place, admiring the beautiful sanctuary with its pipe organ and stained glass windows. Then I noticed something else....except for the nursing home where I work, I've never been under the same roof with so many senior citizens in my whole life.
Yes...I began to count the canes, walkers, and wheelchairs. I'm serious ya'll! I'm glad that God knows the number of hairs on our head...there were so many gray hairs there that I could not begin to count them. After a few "it's nice to have you" greetings and a couple of strange looks, TT looked at me as said, "We stick out like a sore thumb." Yes. Yes indeedy. We sure did. Eventually there were some younger people who came into the large sanctuary, and I felt less conspicuous.
There was this one lady sitting in front of us. I apologize that I don't remember her name (not that I would post it here on my blog anyway), but when she introduced herself to TT and me, I was too taken aback by her perfume to catch her name. I can't really say her age...maybe in her late sixties. She had her gray all covered with her platinum dye, and she had her curly hair-piece up on top of her hair just like she liked it. Now please don't misunderstand...I'm all about having my hair like I like it too, especially on Sundays, but I just want you to get the visual here....short, elderly woman with her platinum-blond bottle-job accentuated with a curly hair-piece, cooridnating sweater, blouse, skirt, necklace, earrings, and bracelet in burnt-orange, walking cane in her right hand, and big purse in her left.
Initially, she just said "Are you new?" She introduced herself politely and welcomed us kindly, then she stopped almost every person who walked past her to engage them in conversation. Awww, people love her I thought to myself.
The service started. The pipe organ boomed as the congregation sang out We have heard the joyful sound! Jesus Saves! Jesus Saves! I was digging it.
Next, a man from behind the pulpit asked the congregation to stand for the Presenting of the Colors by the Boy Scouts. Interesting I thought to myself. The sanctuary was quiet as everyone waited for the scouts to come through the back door with the flags. Awkward delay. Crickets, crickets. Obviously the boy scouts were a little late.
In the meantime, sanctuary still quiet, the lady says to me "Do you live in Somerset?" She kept talking, and I don't even remember what she said. I just knew the boy scouts were walking down the isle with the American Flag. We were supposed to be quiet and reverent and the lady kept talking to ME!
I must have had an uncomfortable expression on my face because she went on to announce, loud and clear, "I'm sorry! I've had a stroke! That's why I'm so goofy!"
Bless her heart!
Sweet little lady. Loud, but sweet!
That's why I'm so goofy!
I love it!
I act goofy sometimes too....at least this little lady has a reason. I don't know why I act goofy sometimes.
When the service had concluded, the lady patted me several times and encouraged me to come back again.
Just so you know, we did enjoy the service, and we plan to go back.
They have a contemporary worship service at 9 a.m. in a different sanctuary. I think we'll go to that service next week!

Thursday, February 4, 2010

On the Backside of 30 :0 Holy Moly!

That's right. This is the last night that I can consider myself to be in my early thirties.



Plus Six.

But I'm not sick about it! In fact, I would say that life is getting better as I get a little older.

Now that I'm thirty-six (well, almost), I can see rude people for who they are now....rude...and understand that truly it's not my fault. I can encounter a Royal Grouch and remind myself that, truly, behind every inconsiderate deed there is a need.

Now that I'm thirty-six, I can usually remember whenever I'm having a bad day or some personal crisis that somewhere, somebody in the world is having a REAL emergency. You know...at least I'm not searching for a kidnapped child or fighting cancer as some people are.

Now that I'm thirty-six, I can call my Dad, when I know that I've done the best I can do, and ask him for help. I'm not ashamed.

Now that I'm thirty-six, I can go to WalMart and buy the old-timey Oil of Olay. None of the fancy-schmancy-alpha-hydroxy-pro-vitamin-retinol-regerist-kind of Oil of Olay. Just Original Oil of Olay. I can wash my face and then slather it on my face and neck at bedtime. I just might smear it thickly on my arms, elbows, and hands too...merely because it smells sooo good.

In fact, it smells like my MaMa Chaffin's pillow. My cousins who are reading this post will distinctly remember the scent. How comforting! And by the way, the original Oil of Olay worked out just beautifully for MaMa Chaffin...she hardly had a wrinkle the day she died at 86 years young.

Yes, for now, thirty-six is comforting. Life is good for me now.

It's comforting to know ...

....that although I am in a new place, and I hardly know a soul....

....that even though my birthday makes me miss my Mother so much my heart literally aches inside my chest...

...that although I will likely never win American Idol or be America's Next Top Model...

...It's all going to be okay.

I'm so thankful for a fantastic family, an adoring adorable boyfriend (TT=one lucky man, TC=one wonderful woman:), a good job (in the current state of our country, this is a miracle!), some great friends back home in Alabama (you know who you are)...

The list could go on and on and on and on!

I can't fail to mention the most important Reason to be thankful...the Author and Finisher of it all, the Mighty Fountain from whom all these blessings flow, the One who gives and takes away, He who helps me accept the bitter with the sweet, the One who forgives all my sins and heals all my diseases...My Jesus, the One and Only.

Yes, I'm on the backside of thirty. And this backside (not unlike mine) of thirty is BIG.

I can't wait to see what this year has in store!

This is my Happy Birthday blog for the year!

Thanks for stopping by!

Monday, February 1, 2010

Go RED this Friday!!!!

Today is Feb 1st....the day I pin on my Little Red Dress! This tiny lapel pin is the American Heart Association's symbol for women's heart health, a cause near and dear to my....ummmm...heart:)
February is Go Red for Women Month...the month the American Heart Association dedicates to promoting awareness and prevention of America's #1 killer of women- Heart Disease.
This Friday, February 5th, is not only my birthday:), it's also National Wear Red Day! Wear something red as a personal reminder to take good care of your own heart and to remember those who have been affected by this terrible disease. If you don't have someone special to remember, you can remember my beautiful mother....I remember her and miss her every day!