Hello Everybody,
As usual, I was skimming through my emails, deciding which ones were worth me reading and which ones I should just delete. For the most part I can say I delete many 100's of Forwards everyday, but for some reason, I decided I would open this one. It was an email (forward) from my Mom, simply entitled, "God's Cake". I have posted the story below. It kind of helps put things in perspective for us. Sometimes things might not always go our way, but like I have said before, and will keep saying, there is a meaning and a purpose to everything in life. No matter what the gunk maybe, sometimes it takes all that gunk for us to get the big picture, or what I like to call the final result. Most of the time, that gunk leads us straight to what we needed to find in the first place. Life may not always be easy, or carved out in stone for us, but if it takes all that gunk to get me where God wants me, then I say bring it on.
God's Cake
This is about the best thing I've ever read as an explanation. We all
wonder many many many times over WHY?
Sometimes we wonder, "What did I do to deserve this?" or "Why did God
have to do this to me?" Here is a wonderful explanation! A daughter is
telling her Mother how everything is going wrong, she's failing
algebra, her boyfriend broke up with her and her best friend is moving
away.
Meanwhile, her Mother is baking a cake and asks her daughter if she
would like a snack, and the daughter says, "Absolutely Mom, I love your
cake."
"Here, have some cooking oil," her Mother offers.
"Yuck" says her daughter.
"How about a couple raw eggs?" "Gross, Mom!"
"Would you like some flour then? Or maybe baking soda?"
"Mom, those are all yucky!"
To which the mother replies: "Yes, all those things seem bad all by
themselves. But when they are put together in the right way, they make
a wonderfully delicious cake! "
God works the same way. Many times we wonder why He would let us go
through such bad and difficult times. But God knows that when He puts
these things all in His order, they always work for good! We just have
to trust Him and, eventually, they will all make something wonderful!
God is crazy about you. He sends you flowers every spring and a sunrise
every morning.
Whenever you want to talk, He'll listen. He can live anywhere in the
universe, and He chose your heart.
Mi Familia
Jeremy, Dallas and James
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Count Your Blessings
Normally I try and think about the things I can blog about, somehow hoping that inspiration will come my way. Well, today it did. I decided to drive into Lincolnton earlier today just to get out of the house and make my weekly trip to the Dollar Tree. One would think the employees there would know me and my son by name, after all, I only shop there, like EVERY week. I swear between the Dollar Tree and Wally World, they are my home away from home and thank God for them. As usual, James and I walked around and did a little shopping. I decided I would go ahead and buy a few baby shower items for my bestfriend, Amy who is pregnant and due in the beginning of April. The plates, napkins and cups were just all to cute to pass up. So, after making our purchase, James and I headed off to Subway to pick up some lunch. A Marinated Meatball Sub was calling my name and I just had to have it. As we pulled into the parking lot I noticed an older man looking at the ground and he was kind of dirty, but me being in a hurry and with that sub calling my name, I quickly got James out of the car and we made our way into Subway. I placed my order and out the door we went. This time, I noticed the man again. He was standing by the stop sign and bent over looking for change. His hair looked liked it hadn't been washed in days and his clothes had very noticeable stains. He did not appraoch me, but as I sat in my car with my son, about to head home, I realized just how selfesh I can be at times. Here is a man looking on the ground for every bit of change and here I am in my car, I just stopped for lunch, I have had a shower and my clothes are clean. I sat there for a minute before I pulled off and watched the older man as he crossed the street. I immediatley thought, maybe I should give him some money, but knowing that I only had my bank card on me, crushed my spirit. As we drove off and headed towards our house, I couldn't help, but think of all the blessings God has bestowed upon me. I have a roof over my head, clothes to keep me warm and food to put in my mouth. Most importantly I have a place to call HOME! There are so many things in life that we take forgranted and sometimes we all can be so selfesh! As we pulled into the drive way, I thought to myself, what if that person were me? What if I was the one standing by the stop sign, bent over and looking for change? Would someone help me? Or would they just walk away? This brought many tears to my eyes and made me realize how much I should count my blessings. You may think you have everything in the world, but in an instant it can all be gone. It made me realize, I shouldn't care so much about the material things. Do we need money to survive? Of Course, but money only goes so far and money isn't everything. Clothes with designer tags are just the same as those from Wally World. Just be thankful you have something to keep you warm. I hope this man will be a reminder to me every day, especially now with the holidays quickly approaching. I need to start thinking more about others and not so much about myself. I shall forever count my blessings and I will never forget this man for reminding me just how blessed I truly am. Thank you God for giving me so much more than I deserve!
Thursday, October 14, 2010
The Neighbors Chickens
Okay, so if you know where I live, you pretty much already know that is considered Redneckville. Or at least that is what I like to call it. I mean heck, we live literally five minutes up the road from a town called Boger City and Lincolnton. The name Boger City pretty much gives it away. Anyhow, behind our house lives our neighbor who owns Chickens and Roosters and at one point, I believe they had goats. Maybe they still do, but I haven't seen or heard them in quite some time. Well apparently, these chickens really are FREE Range Chickens. They Should be called FREE ROAMING chickens, because they sure do LOVE to ROAM our yard. I mean, if I get woken up at 4-5 in the morning one more time by my dog literally barking his head off and scaring the ever loving piss out of me, I am going to SCREAM. You see, it wouldn't be so bad if our back door was all metal, but it's not. It's one of those glass doors, you know the kind where you can see everybody and everything outside and they too can see you. Not only must my dog, Gunnar, bark extremely loud, but he finds the need to pounce on the door as if in attack mode. I am seriously waiting for him to break the glass one day. I am thinking we need to invest in some blinds or curatains here soon. Bye-Bye Unemployment money, Momma's gotta go buy some blinds! LOL...
So, in having said all this, if you two are an owner of FREE ROAMING chickens, please make sure that you have a sturdy gate (with no holes), so your chickens don't get out and the neighborhood dogs don't think it's hunting season every day of the week!
So, in having said all this, if you two are an owner of FREE ROAMING chickens, please make sure that you have a sturdy gate (with no holes), so your chickens don't get out and the neighborhood dogs don't think it's hunting season every day of the week!
Monday, October 11, 2010
If I Could Ask God a Few Questions...
Just like many people, I have always wondered what God's reply might be to some of my questions? Whether the questions be big or small, I still wonder what the Creator of the World might say. So, I have compossed a short list of questions I would LOVE to ask him someday. So, lets get started with the following.
1. Why did Eve have to eat the apple first?
2. Where do boogers really come from, what is there purpose and why do we seem to have more when we are sick with a cold?
3. Will we need to pee and poop in Heaven?
4. Do all Dogs go to Heaven?
5. Is there really a cure for AIDS out there?
6. What really happened to the Dinosaurs?
7. How come some people have more struggles than others?
8. Who really shot JFK?
9. Do you have a favorite color?
10. Will I get to eat Chicken and Dumplings in Heaven?
11. Why do Men have to be so Stubborn?
12. Will we remember those left behind?
13.Will I ever patent my invention for Human Bumper Cars?
14. How come when I make a salad at home, it doesn't taste near as good as that of a restuarant?
15. Why must there be rich and poor?
16. Do you like to Dance?
17. Do you have a favorite song?
18. Why must our bodies create gas?
19. What was Mary thinking when Jesus was born?
20. Why only two of each animal when Noah was building the ark?
Have you ever wondered what you might ask when you see your Maker's face? I know I do all the time. Some questions might seem more significant than others, but many people spend billions of dollars each year, asking doctors and "physics" for the all the answers. Why not ask the One who has the answers to EVERYTHING?
To be Continued...
1. Why did Eve have to eat the apple first?
2. Where do boogers really come from, what is there purpose and why do we seem to have more when we are sick with a cold?
3. Will we need to pee and poop in Heaven?
4. Do all Dogs go to Heaven?
5. Is there really a cure for AIDS out there?
6. What really happened to the Dinosaurs?
7. How come some people have more struggles than others?
8. Who really shot JFK?
9. Do you have a favorite color?
10. Will I get to eat Chicken and Dumplings in Heaven?
11. Why do Men have to be so Stubborn?
12. Will we remember those left behind?
13.Will I ever patent my invention for Human Bumper Cars?
14. How come when I make a salad at home, it doesn't taste near as good as that of a restuarant?
15. Why must there be rich and poor?
16. Do you like to Dance?
17. Do you have a favorite song?
18. Why must our bodies create gas?
19. What was Mary thinking when Jesus was born?
20. Why only two of each animal when Noah was building the ark?
Have you ever wondered what you might ask when you see your Maker's face? I know I do all the time. Some questions might seem more significant than others, but many people spend billions of dollars each year, asking doctors and "physics" for the all the answers. Why not ask the One who has the answers to EVERYTHING?
To be Continued...
Friday, October 8, 2010
This One's For You Amy...
So, I have decided to take a trip down memory lane for a minute. I decided to blog about this because last night, just like every night before bed, my mind aways starts to wonder. I think this is why I have trouble going to sleep most nights, but last nights wonderings were of good times. I literally started busting out laughing while laying in bed. Before I can say why, let me first tell you about my Best Friend, Amy. I don't think she would mind me blogging about her, but just in case, Amy, here is my apology in advance. LOL
Amy, is a lot like me, very Strong willed and very STUBBORN at times. We also have our differences though. We have been bestfriends or bestgirls, as we would call ourselves since we were just little squirts. You could tell this, because we were literally at each other's houses every chance we got. If Amy was going somewhere, you could also bet that I was going to be there too. We were like, as Forest Gump would put it, "Like Peas and Carrots" We did everything together and made the most of it while doing it. I consider her Mom, Linda to be my 2nd Mom. I also consider myself very blessed to have a true friend like her. Amy, Hun, I love you! Don't change for anything!
Amy and I have had our share of heartbreak(s), but we have also had some of the best days of our lives. (Side note-I now have Kellie Pickler's song in my head) So, with that being said, Let's take a little trip down memory lane. Are you ready Amy? Cause here we go. How about we start with softball. Amy and I both used to play softball for Northside Baptist Church in Charlotte, NC. Man were those the days!!! I normally played Short Stop or First Base and Amy was normally the Pitcher. We spent many hours praticing in our parents front yards. She was Lil' A and I was, as Amy's Dad would call me, Big D. Why I couldn't be Lil' D is beyond me. I always assumed it was because I was kind of chunky. Who knows? Rick, do you have the answer? It's okay if you thought I was chunky too! Haha
Anyway, I can remember always getting prepared and warmed up for our games. God forbid it rained, or we would be SOOOOOOOOOO MAD! I think I can even remember some of the silly little cheers we had if I try hard enough. "We need a single, just a little single, S-I-N-G-L-E, single, single, single" That is far better than the traditonal "Diarrhea Song". Yes, you all know what I am talking about...when your sliding into first and you feel a little burst...you get the point. Well, normally we would have our games on Saturday Mornings. As we got a little older, we both moved onto different teams. I remember good ole Mallard Creek. Anyway, our older sisters, Nichole and Stacy are also close in age and also grew up together. They both worked at Diary Queen off Mallard Creek Church Road and our parents would sometimes take us there after the game. Of course being younger sisters and knowing that our older sisters had to clean up before they could punch out for the night, it was tradition for Amy and I to spit, spit balls everywhere, and I do mean everywhere. Looking back now, I realize how retarded we were, but at the time, it was our revenge! LOL
So, Nichole and Stacy, if you too, are reading this, I am sorry! I sure do appreciate all the hook ups on those Oreo Blizzards though...umm, I can taste it now. I guess that is why I was so chunky? Rick?
Now, moving onto our teenage years...
Here came the dating and rebellious years...OH BOY! Remember how I said we were both Stubborn, well, yeah, some of us more than others. HINT, HINT
Amy has always been the "tell you like it is" kind of person, which in most cases would get her in trouble. I would kind of take my chances from time to time, but not Amy, if she wanted to do something, no one was going to stop her. So when it came to boyfriends and going out on dates, someone telling her no, was not going to be an issue. So, here came good ole Big Bob Stog (Amy's first true boyfriend, as I like to call him). Bobby is his first name. Bobby and Amy went to the same school together and I knew how much she liked him because she was willing to stay after school and watch him play baseball. Pretty soon, Amy and Bobby were officially a couple. Which now, brings me to our First Double Date. I had never been out on an official date, sure there were the Elementary boyfriends and little crushes, but never a guy coming to my house to pick me up and take me out on a date. I think my Mom was more excited than I was. I remember because, we just had to go shopping! I was more worried about puking all over the place than I was about my outfit for the night. Thank God, my Bestgirl was going to be right there with me. So here comes my date, David, to pick us up. Like I said thank God Amy was there with me! So, we all get in the car and head up towards Huntersville to go to Fudruckers for dinner. My date asks me what I want and I think I told him a small order of fries (Big Spender that I am). Again I was more worried about puking all over me and my date. So we have dinner and normally one has conversation, but me, NOOO. I think I kept my mouth shut the whole entire time. From there we decide to ride out to the driving range, where I had never been. I don't even think I had picked up a golf club before. Man, was this going to be interesting. So, Amy goes, then Bobby and then David. Now it's my turn. So I take a couple swings and hit the first couple of balls. Then I think to myself, piece of cake, I got this. Thing is, I didn't have this. I go to swing and instead my golf club goes flying into the green. I think I about wet myself from laughing so hard. Great start to this double date! I still to this day don't know what my date was thinking. So, moving on. From the driving range we headed out to the Movies. Which was perfect for me cause again I don't think I had said anything all night. Again, thankful my bestgirl was right there with me. After the movie it is time to take Big Bob Stog home. We arrive at his house and Amy and Bobby go inside. At this point I am thinking "oh crap, I have got to say something" so, let the awkward silence begin. FINALLY, here comes Amy back to the car (what were you two doing? Sucking face?) So, it's now back to my house so my date can finally drop me off. So here we are, me, Amy and David all riding in the car, dead silence. Next thing I know an advertisement comes on the radio for Mother's Day. Finally something to talk about! I say "Oh My Gosh, Mother's Day is this weekend? I haven't gotten my Mom anything yet" Those were literally the only words I said all night. How pathetic! It's hard to believe I was asked out on another date by David, but I was. Just like Amy and Bobby, David and I had some good times, but then the breakups came for both Amy and I. As the months past on, we two moved on and found new boyfriends. So here came the two Jason's. We used to always have to say, wait, My Jason or your Jason? It was a bit confusing at times. Now remember the rebellious part I was talking about earlier? Yeah, well we will get to that in a minute and also the reason behind me laughing last night. Amy met Jason (now her hubby) while working at old Navy together. Lord I thought this girl was CrAzY about Bobby...now she was even more CrAzy over Jason. The girl was IN LOVE. You know someone has it bad when they are off work, but still go into work just to see their boyfriend. Yeah, that person was Amy. I think I spent 70% of my time at Old Navy with her, and half the time I didn't even buy anything. Somethings definitley not right with this picture. Anyway, both Jason's, Amy and I all spent a lot of our time together. Needless to say, my Dad was not a big fan of my Jason. Which brings me to the laughing part...Amy was spending the weekend with me as usual and so being the rebellious teenagers that we were, and having had my Dad tell me I was not to see Jason that weekend. We began our plot to "sneak out". You see my room was located just off the back deck and it was "easy" to crawl in and out the window. Or so we thought. I had no intention of "sneaking" out until Amy's Jason called and said we could me up some where with my Jason. That's when the wheels began to turn in my head, so, being the GREAT friend that I am, I agreed we would "sneak" out that night. So, Amy says lets practice crawling in and out of the window. I figure, why not let Amy try first. My bed was already up against the wall, so all we had to do was step off the bed and crawl right through. Piece of Cake. So, Amy goes and makes it out. Now it's time to crawl back in. (Again Piece of Cake)Ummmm, not so much. Amy literally gets stuck in my bedroom window. Her Butt is literally hanging out the otherside and I am trying so hard not to laugh because God forbid we get caught. I had a candle holder also against the wall that went flying. Of course it was green, so it left a big green mark all down my wall. I can still remember my Mom asking "Where did that big green mark come from"? So, needless to say there was no "sneaking" out that night. Remember, I was Big D and if Lil A couldn't get back in, how the heck was I?
So as my mind was wondering last night, that is what it came to. I can still remember Amy saying "Oh $%^&, I think I am stuck" "Your gonna have to help me" and that candle flying down my wall.
Amy we have had some good times and I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world! Here's to many more good memories to come! Love You!
Amy, is a lot like me, very Strong willed and very STUBBORN at times. We also have our differences though. We have been bestfriends or bestgirls, as we would call ourselves since we were just little squirts. You could tell this, because we were literally at each other's houses every chance we got. If Amy was going somewhere, you could also bet that I was going to be there too. We were like, as Forest Gump would put it, "Like Peas and Carrots" We did everything together and made the most of it while doing it. I consider her Mom, Linda to be my 2nd Mom. I also consider myself very blessed to have a true friend like her. Amy, Hun, I love you! Don't change for anything!
Amy and I have had our share of heartbreak(s), but we have also had some of the best days of our lives. (Side note-I now have Kellie Pickler's song in my head) So, with that being said, Let's take a little trip down memory lane. Are you ready Amy? Cause here we go. How about we start with softball. Amy and I both used to play softball for Northside Baptist Church in Charlotte, NC. Man were those the days!!! I normally played Short Stop or First Base and Amy was normally the Pitcher. We spent many hours praticing in our parents front yards. She was Lil' A and I was, as Amy's Dad would call me, Big D. Why I couldn't be Lil' D is beyond me. I always assumed it was because I was kind of chunky. Who knows? Rick, do you have the answer? It's okay if you thought I was chunky too! Haha
Anyway, I can remember always getting prepared and warmed up for our games. God forbid it rained, or we would be SOOOOOOOOOO MAD! I think I can even remember some of the silly little cheers we had if I try hard enough. "We need a single, just a little single, S-I-N-G-L-E, single, single, single" That is far better than the traditonal "Diarrhea Song". Yes, you all know what I am talking about...when your sliding into first and you feel a little burst...you get the point. Well, normally we would have our games on Saturday Mornings. As we got a little older, we both moved onto different teams. I remember good ole Mallard Creek. Anyway, our older sisters, Nichole and Stacy are also close in age and also grew up together. They both worked at Diary Queen off Mallard Creek Church Road and our parents would sometimes take us there after the game. Of course being younger sisters and knowing that our older sisters had to clean up before they could punch out for the night, it was tradition for Amy and I to spit, spit balls everywhere, and I do mean everywhere. Looking back now, I realize how retarded we were, but at the time, it was our revenge! LOL
So, Nichole and Stacy, if you too, are reading this, I am sorry! I sure do appreciate all the hook ups on those Oreo Blizzards though...umm, I can taste it now. I guess that is why I was so chunky? Rick?
Now, moving onto our teenage years...
Here came the dating and rebellious years...OH BOY! Remember how I said we were both Stubborn, well, yeah, some of us more than others. HINT, HINT
Amy has always been the "tell you like it is" kind of person, which in most cases would get her in trouble. I would kind of take my chances from time to time, but not Amy, if she wanted to do something, no one was going to stop her. So when it came to boyfriends and going out on dates, someone telling her no, was not going to be an issue. So, here came good ole Big Bob Stog (Amy's first true boyfriend, as I like to call him). Bobby is his first name. Bobby and Amy went to the same school together and I knew how much she liked him because she was willing to stay after school and watch him play baseball. Pretty soon, Amy and Bobby were officially a couple. Which now, brings me to our First Double Date. I had never been out on an official date, sure there were the Elementary boyfriends and little crushes, but never a guy coming to my house to pick me up and take me out on a date. I think my Mom was more excited than I was. I remember because, we just had to go shopping! I was more worried about puking all over the place than I was about my outfit for the night. Thank God, my Bestgirl was going to be right there with me. So here comes my date, David, to pick us up. Like I said thank God Amy was there with me! So, we all get in the car and head up towards Huntersville to go to Fudruckers for dinner. My date asks me what I want and I think I told him a small order of fries (Big Spender that I am). Again I was more worried about puking all over me and my date. So we have dinner and normally one has conversation, but me, NOOO. I think I kept my mouth shut the whole entire time. From there we decide to ride out to the driving range, where I had never been. I don't even think I had picked up a golf club before. Man, was this going to be interesting. So, Amy goes, then Bobby and then David. Now it's my turn. So I take a couple swings and hit the first couple of balls. Then I think to myself, piece of cake, I got this. Thing is, I didn't have this. I go to swing and instead my golf club goes flying into the green. I think I about wet myself from laughing so hard. Great start to this double date! I still to this day don't know what my date was thinking. So, moving on. From the driving range we headed out to the Movies. Which was perfect for me cause again I don't think I had said anything all night. Again, thankful my bestgirl was right there with me. After the movie it is time to take Big Bob Stog home. We arrive at his house and Amy and Bobby go inside. At this point I am thinking "oh crap, I have got to say something" so, let the awkward silence begin. FINALLY, here comes Amy back to the car (what were you two doing? Sucking face?) So, it's now back to my house so my date can finally drop me off. So here we are, me, Amy and David all riding in the car, dead silence. Next thing I know an advertisement comes on the radio for Mother's Day. Finally something to talk about! I say "Oh My Gosh, Mother's Day is this weekend? I haven't gotten my Mom anything yet" Those were literally the only words I said all night. How pathetic! It's hard to believe I was asked out on another date by David, but I was. Just like Amy and Bobby, David and I had some good times, but then the breakups came for both Amy and I. As the months past on, we two moved on and found new boyfriends. So here came the two Jason's. We used to always have to say, wait, My Jason or your Jason? It was a bit confusing at times. Now remember the rebellious part I was talking about earlier? Yeah, well we will get to that in a minute and also the reason behind me laughing last night. Amy met Jason (now her hubby) while working at old Navy together. Lord I thought this girl was CrAzY about Bobby...now she was even more CrAzy over Jason. The girl was IN LOVE. You know someone has it bad when they are off work, but still go into work just to see their boyfriend. Yeah, that person was Amy. I think I spent 70% of my time at Old Navy with her, and half the time I didn't even buy anything. Somethings definitley not right with this picture. Anyway, both Jason's, Amy and I all spent a lot of our time together. Needless to say, my Dad was not a big fan of my Jason. Which brings me to the laughing part...Amy was spending the weekend with me as usual and so being the rebellious teenagers that we were, and having had my Dad tell me I was not to see Jason that weekend. We began our plot to "sneak out". You see my room was located just off the back deck and it was "easy" to crawl in and out the window. Or so we thought. I had no intention of "sneaking" out until Amy's Jason called and said we could me up some where with my Jason. That's when the wheels began to turn in my head, so, being the GREAT friend that I am, I agreed we would "sneak" out that night. So, Amy says lets practice crawling in and out of the window. I figure, why not let Amy try first. My bed was already up against the wall, so all we had to do was step off the bed and crawl right through. Piece of Cake. So, Amy goes and makes it out. Now it's time to crawl back in. (Again Piece of Cake)Ummmm, not so much. Amy literally gets stuck in my bedroom window. Her Butt is literally hanging out the otherside and I am trying so hard not to laugh because God forbid we get caught. I had a candle holder also against the wall that went flying. Of course it was green, so it left a big green mark all down my wall. I can still remember my Mom asking "Where did that big green mark come from"? So, needless to say there was no "sneaking" out that night. Remember, I was Big D and if Lil A couldn't get back in, how the heck was I?
So as my mind was wondering last night, that is what it came to. I can still remember Amy saying "Oh $%^&, I think I am stuck" "Your gonna have to help me" and that candle flying down my wall.
Amy we have had some good times and I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world! Here's to many more good memories to come! Love You!
Thursday, October 7, 2010
A Blessing In Disguise
Okay, so I have debated on where I should start my Blog History. I have finally decided that I will take you back to July 17th 2009 when I lost my job of 3 and 1/2 years. It's funny the things you can remember on days when bad things seem to happen to you, and how little you can recall details when something good happens. For me, I guess I knew what I was walking into that day, it honestly came as no surprise to me. I remember I had on a black dress and I can remember the horrible gut feeling I had as soon as I pulled into the parking lot at work. It was one of those feelings that you get when you know your about to hear/get the most horrific news. I guess it was God's way of preparing me for what was to follow that day. I walked in, clocked in as usual and begin my daily chat with the girls to catch up on the last's nights happenings. Boy did we ever have some stories to tell...Most of the conversations started as "So last night" or "OMG your so not going to believe this" or my favorite from my friend (we'll call her H), "I am sooooooooooooo EXCITED" that one never got old. After chatting with the girls and checking the billion(s) of emails I had and beginning my daily work rountine, I finally turned to the girls and said and I quote "I think they are going to let me go today" I can remember the CrAzY looks I got from my co workers, and them saying over and over again, "Dallas you are crazy" "Why would they let you go?" When I started to pack up my things on and around my desk before lunch time, I think that's when they finally realized just how serious I was being. I literally stuffed garbage bags full of my belongings and carried them downstairs during my lunch break. I can still remember the call I made to my hubby and telling him I wanted him to be prepared because I thought I might lose my job that day. To my surprise he remained calm and reassured me everything would be okay no matter what the outcome. Those were the words I needed to hear.
After lunch, I clocked back in and again my co-workers all told me I was crazy and that I needed to un-pack my stuff because I wasn't going anywhere. Around 3:30ish that day, I finally decided to get up and go tell others that I was close too that I thought this might be my last day. Again the comments came. I can remember one of them coming by with a note (which I still have today) and it simply saying "Stay Positive" with a huge smiley face on it.
Finally at 4:30 I got the dreaded email from my Supervisor stating to please come see her before I clocked out for the day. Right then and there I knew exactlty what was about to happen, but at the same time, I had wonderful peace come over me and I heard a small voice telling me "Everything will be just fine" I grabbed some of my things and made my way down the hall to my supervisor's desk. That walk seemed like it took an eternity! From there we made our way in the Human Resource office and of course here came the horrific news. I remember I didn't cry, which for me is very unusual. I did get a little teary eyed, but I never cried. I can recall being so proud of myself for that. Why I don't know, I guess it was just a feeling of satisfaction for me. After "talking" I walked back over to my desk and packed up the rest of my belongings. I had some help from one of the IT guys, and in case you are reading this ( thanks), you don't know how much I appreciate that. I remember getting in my car and leaving. I remember thinking over and over again, What am I going to do? Where is the money going to come from? Why am I so stupid? Why did this have to happen to me? What is the purpose of this? Well, some of that I am still trying to figure out. I may not have all the answers, but one thing I do know is that God has a plan for me. I have always said that when one door closes, another one opens and I still believe in that saying today. Whether the purpose of me losing my job was so that I could spend time with my son and actually get to enjoy watching him grow up, or just to open my eyes to other opportunities, this truly has been a blessing in disguise. I was approved for Unemployment, and even though it's not much, God has provided and continues to provide! Sure there have been days that I have struggled and thought, "okay God, what is to become of this"? Sure there have been plently of days that I have thought "Will I EVER find a job"? And even though I have literally applied for 200+ jobs now, I know that something awesome is out there and waiting for me. I know this because I have faith in God. One of my good friends, Jason, that I talk to often via chat on facebook reminded me of Matthews 6:28-34. It simply states this: "And why do you worry about your clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you not even Soloman in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, What shall we eat, or what shall we drink? Or what shall we wear? For the pagans run after all these things, and your Heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of it's own." So, I have told myself not to stress and not to worry, for I know that God will take care of me, for I am a child of his. Yes, I get tired of sitting at my house most weeks, but the end result will be something great, I just know it!
After lunch, I clocked back in and again my co-workers all told me I was crazy and that I needed to un-pack my stuff because I wasn't going anywhere. Around 3:30ish that day, I finally decided to get up and go tell others that I was close too that I thought this might be my last day. Again the comments came. I can remember one of them coming by with a note (which I still have today) and it simply saying "Stay Positive" with a huge smiley face on it.
Finally at 4:30 I got the dreaded email from my Supervisor stating to please come see her before I clocked out for the day. Right then and there I knew exactlty what was about to happen, but at the same time, I had wonderful peace come over me and I heard a small voice telling me "Everything will be just fine" I grabbed some of my things and made my way down the hall to my supervisor's desk. That walk seemed like it took an eternity! From there we made our way in the Human Resource office and of course here came the horrific news. I remember I didn't cry, which for me is very unusual. I did get a little teary eyed, but I never cried. I can recall being so proud of myself for that. Why I don't know, I guess it was just a feeling of satisfaction for me. After "talking" I walked back over to my desk and packed up the rest of my belongings. I had some help from one of the IT guys, and in case you are reading this ( thanks), you don't know how much I appreciate that. I remember getting in my car and leaving. I remember thinking over and over again, What am I going to do? Where is the money going to come from? Why am I so stupid? Why did this have to happen to me? What is the purpose of this? Well, some of that I am still trying to figure out. I may not have all the answers, but one thing I do know is that God has a plan for me. I have always said that when one door closes, another one opens and I still believe in that saying today. Whether the purpose of me losing my job was so that I could spend time with my son and actually get to enjoy watching him grow up, or just to open my eyes to other opportunities, this truly has been a blessing in disguise. I was approved for Unemployment, and even though it's not much, God has provided and continues to provide! Sure there have been days that I have struggled and thought, "okay God, what is to become of this"? Sure there have been plently of days that I have thought "Will I EVER find a job"? And even though I have literally applied for 200+ jobs now, I know that something awesome is out there and waiting for me. I know this because I have faith in God. One of my good friends, Jason, that I talk to often via chat on facebook reminded me of Matthews 6:28-34. It simply states this: "And why do you worry about your clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you not even Soloman in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, What shall we eat, or what shall we drink? Or what shall we wear? For the pagans run after all these things, and your Heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of it's own." So, I have told myself not to stress and not to worry, for I know that God will take care of me, for I am a child of his. Yes, I get tired of sitting at my house most weeks, but the end result will be something great, I just know it!
A Little About Me...
Dally, Dilly Dally, Dilly Dally O'Malley, Tex, Smiley Anne, these are all names that I have been called many of times, but most of you know me as Dallas Welch, formerly, Dallas Dulin. I am the proud child of Larry and Laura Dulin. I am 28 years old (HOLY COW), have a wonderful husband, Jeremy and a son, James, who by far is the light of my world. We also have a dog, Gunnar, who I have spoiled rotten. We now live in good ole Iron Station, NC. Yes, people always ask, "where the heck is Iron Station?" Well, if you know where Lincolnton, NC is, you can pretty much consider me there. We are literally five minuntes up the road. I married my husband, Jeremy on February 4th of 2006, even though are marriage certificate will tell you otherwise. In April of 2008, we decided we would try to start up our family and well, on March 21st 2009, our Miracle, James Ryan Welch finally arrived. He is my Butter Bean, My Nugget, Stinkbug, and Bundle of Joy all wrapped up in one. It's hard to imagine my life without him. There is not a day that goes by that he does not make me smile. God has truly blessed me! Even though, Gunnar and James have jealously issues at times, they are my babies and I love them to pieces.
Jeremy is my rock. He is one of the hardest workers I have ever met and one of the most stubborn men I have ever met in my life too! He always puts James and I first and I am truly thankful to God for bringing him into my life. Even though we met in Middle School, we did not start dating until our College Years. It's funny how God puts certain people in your life. Even though you might not get the full picture now, trust me, someday you will. If someone would have asked me 11 years ago, "Hey do you think you will grow up to Marry Jeremy Welch"? My answer then would have been no. Boy was I WRONG! God brings certain people in your life, just when you need them the most. He has a plan and a purpose for EVERYTHING!
Now, about Gunnar, Gunnar is my big baby, my Gunnie Guns or as I like to call him, my Huckleberry Fin. Where I came up with those names? Who knows? Poor Dog. Gunnar is now 5 years old (I think), he is a weimeraner and requires A LOT of attention. Jeremy and I got him before we were married, so I guess you could call him Jeremy's dog, but ultimatley, I am responsible for spoiling him. Jeremy is definitley his Master. If Gunnar runs off I could yell at him for days to "get back over here". Jeremy, noooooooo, all Jeremy has to do is say "Come here boy" and just like a fat kid running towards the ice cream truck, here comes Gunnar running and wagging his tail. Go figure! Gunnar is my snuggle buddy, and he literally thinks he is human when it comes to bedtime. He's gotta be there, right smack up against you. Makes you feel like your in a Hot box or something. He especially comes in handy on those cold winter nights. He is my buddy and I wouldn't trade him for the world. I could do without his annoying licking sounds at 3 in the morning, but other than that, I really can't complain. He is a good dog.
So, why start a Blog? Well, good question. I have always enjoyed reading the stories of other people lives. Whether it be good times, or hardships, I am a sucker for a good blog. So, I guess I decided why not? I consider myself somewhat of an interesting person, I have many stories to tell, some not so exciting as others, but hey, I'll give it a whirl. Afterall, everyone has a story to tell...
Jeremy is my rock. He is one of the hardest workers I have ever met and one of the most stubborn men I have ever met in my life too! He always puts James and I first and I am truly thankful to God for bringing him into my life. Even though we met in Middle School, we did not start dating until our College Years. It's funny how God puts certain people in your life. Even though you might not get the full picture now, trust me, someday you will. If someone would have asked me 11 years ago, "Hey do you think you will grow up to Marry Jeremy Welch"? My answer then would have been no. Boy was I WRONG! God brings certain people in your life, just when you need them the most. He has a plan and a purpose for EVERYTHING!
Now, about Gunnar, Gunnar is my big baby, my Gunnie Guns or as I like to call him, my Huckleberry Fin. Where I came up with those names? Who knows? Poor Dog. Gunnar is now 5 years old (I think), he is a weimeraner and requires A LOT of attention. Jeremy and I got him before we were married, so I guess you could call him Jeremy's dog, but ultimatley, I am responsible for spoiling him. Jeremy is definitley his Master. If Gunnar runs off I could yell at him for days to "get back over here". Jeremy, noooooooo, all Jeremy has to do is say "Come here boy" and just like a fat kid running towards the ice cream truck, here comes Gunnar running and wagging his tail. Go figure! Gunnar is my snuggle buddy, and he literally thinks he is human when it comes to bedtime. He's gotta be there, right smack up against you. Makes you feel like your in a Hot box or something. He especially comes in handy on those cold winter nights. He is my buddy and I wouldn't trade him for the world. I could do without his annoying licking sounds at 3 in the morning, but other than that, I really can't complain. He is a good dog.
So, why start a Blog? Well, good question. I have always enjoyed reading the stories of other people lives. Whether it be good times, or hardships, I am a sucker for a good blog. So, I guess I decided why not? I consider myself somewhat of an interesting person, I have many stories to tell, some not so exciting as others, but hey, I'll give it a whirl. Afterall, everyone has a story to tell...
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