Friday, March 31, 2006

Directionally Challenged

"Officer. He was wearing a blue hoodie, jeans and was about this tall. Yes, that's Mrs Towel, that's her."
Yesterday, my great friend Mrs Towel called me to see if I could leave work early. She had to go a complete stranger's house to pick up a FREE coffee maker that she found on Mrs Towel is one of the bravest people I know so I was really surprised that she wanted me "chicken little" to go with her...I guess to identify the body should anything happen. Unfortunately, I was not brave enough to ask my boss if I could leave early so I could go pick up a FREE coffee maker. Mrs Towel said she had Plan B and we hung up. Not ten minutes later my boss "asked" me to run an errand so I got to leave work early. I called Mrs Towel as soon as I could. She was safe and sound with her FREE coffee maker. The guy she was getting it from left it on the curb for her to pick up. Maybe he was as scared as she was. Oh the joys of living in Metro Atlanta.

Did you know that I-285 at Chamblee-Tucker will NOT take you to I-85 North? I found out the hard way. Once you get on the exit ramp, there's no turning back. There really should be an "oh crap!" lane that takes you back to where you were before you took a wrong turn. Hmmm...maybe I share my idea with the GA DOT. If they like it, imagine the road construction we would have. Like we don't have any now. It's really crazy to have a "Don't go there!" segment on the news so you'll know which interstate to stay off of on the weekends. Oh the joys of living in Metro Atlanta.

So back to my directionally challengedness. I got on I-285 when I shouldn't have and was totally going in the wrong direction. Heading towards Chattanooga instead of Lawrenceville, I called Pattycake for directions. Then I called Queen because she is the Queen of Everything so certainly she could get me to my planned destination. If you are wondering why I didn't just take the next exit and circle back around, then you have never driven in Atlanta traffic at quitting time. I could have gotten to Chattanooga faster.

Shout out to Pattycake for hanging in there with me!

Shout out to Queen for really being the Queen of Everything!

Shout out to Mrs Towel for finding FREE stuff on craigslist!

And a big shout out to all the other directionally challenged people out there! Can someone pick me up for the next meeting? You know I'll never find it.

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Quest for Sanity

Today has been a day of varied emotions, spiritual warfare, and a quest for sanity.

First of all, the auditors are here. AGH! They'll be here about 4 weeks. yippee. I want to be an accountant because?????

Secondly, I found out a friend's grandfather passed away yesterday. We prayed for her Sunday as she was going to share with him how to know Jesus as his Lord and Savior. This causes me to think about my family, especially those who are not saved. We aren't a close family, unless someone hurts one of us, and then it's "Katie, bar the door!" I've prayed for my unsaved family members for so long that I get discouraged at times. Then God reminds me that their salvation is more important to Him than it is me. So I pray again.

Also, on my mind today is a the end of a friendship. We used to be so close, on the phone every day, with secret nicknames for each other. Now we hardly talk; it seems only when we have to. When did our friendship die? Was it a slow and painful death? My guess would be yes. If it's dead, then why does it still hurt? Dead men feel no pain.

I have to pretend that I am unaffected or otherwise I will be judged as over sensitive, too emotional, and confrontational. They say that it is more emotionally healthy to be honest, open, and transparent. Apparently, they weren't talking about those of us who are passionate redheads.

So what's a girl to do? I'll tell you what this sensitive, emotional, feisty redhead is going to do.

Run to Jesus!

In my distress I called upon the LORD, and cried unto my God: he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry came before him, [even] into his ears. Psalm 18:6

Be still, and know that I am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the earth. The LORD of hosts is with us; the God of Jacob is our refuge. Selah. Psalm 46:10-11

Monday, March 27, 2006

Motherhood and the March of Dimes

Several of my friends have children. A couple of them are brave enough to post the ups and downs of motherhood. You will enjoy their sites whether or not you are a parent. See and

While on those sites, please support the March of Dimes.

I first became involved with MoD when my best friend's precious daughter Emily died at only 5 days old from a pinched heart valve. That same friend now has two healthy, very active sons. Very soon after that, a friend I have grown up with lost her baby. The list goes on and on of friend's whose lives have been affected by birth defects and losing a child. Conception, pregnancy, and healthy births are miracles that we take for granted. The March of Dimes walks are coming up soon. Please go online and help stop premature births and birth defects. You CAN make a difference!

Sunday, March 26, 2006

The Story Behind the Name

Hi ya'll

My Indian name is Red on Head. When I was a baby, two Indians tried to kidnap me in a store in Silver Springs, Florida. The humorous part is I had red (orange) hair, blue eyes, and very pale skin. I would NOT have fit in very well with the rest of the tribe. Security was alerted and I was found and returned to my parents. My friend Country Ham tells the story so much better than I. She gave me my Indian name.

Ironically, my great great grandmothers were both Native American Indians. One married an Irish man. I suppose I got my red hair from him.

Jesus forgave my sins and became the boss of my life when I was about 26 yrs old. My life has never been the same. I love Him!

That's how I got my name. More later. Stay tuned.