julie higgins

Get jiggy with your prayer

2011-04-04T08:38:00.003-05:00

It's easy to get focused on our daily affairs and become settled into a comfortable routine. "The Spirit of God whets our appetite by giving us a taste of what's ahead. He puts a little of heaven in our hearts so that we'll never settle for less." 2 Corinthians 5:5 msg Pray out of the box, get a little jiggy in your prayer life - walk on water by walking in the word!

Facts that make a difference

2010-11-08T13:20:00.003-06:00

Because of Respect Revolution 2010 in Springfield, Missouri:
- a baby's life was saved from abortion
- a teen was saved from suicide
- a teen girl is no longer cutting herself
- a rape victim sought help
- a group of girls told their counselor of sexual pressure they had been experiencing
- a girl being abused in a relationship is no longer in that relationship
- a girl involved in incest received help from a local organization
- a girl confessed to her mom on the way home, "I'm pregnant."
- from proceeds of the event: 150 families at a refugee camp in El Salvador received clean water, 1400 families in Haiti were fed and students in rural areas of Springfield were helped by our donation to Care to Learn.

What will happen at Respect Revolution 2011?

We can't wait to see!

Respect Revolution Journey

2010-11-08T11:08:00.003-06:00

After a visit to a refugee camp three years ago, I realized regardless of our social-economic background women struggle with respect. Rosa, a young mother in the refugee camp of Santa Ana, El Salvador, came running up to me as I was about to leave. Weeping she said she could not care for her baby and asked if I would bring him back to the United states. "I have no food and he is hungry," she said. From the expression on her face I realized she had lost all dignity and respect for herself. I knew I had to do something to give this back to her.

One year later, the first annual Respect Revoution tour had taken place and I was back at the refugee camp with a team of 15 volunteers. By partnering with a local church and the proceeds from Respect Revolution we were able to build Rosa and four other families a small house, send 150 children to school and provide water filters for clean water. To date at the refugee camp, over 30 homes have been built because of our initiative and we're going back in the Spring 2011 to teach the women of the map a trade for sustainability.

Not only in El Salvador but across the world we're helping in the same manner a small village of Chuko, Ethiopia. This year our focus will be on creating awareness of their need as we dig a water well and build a school and health center for Chuko.

I believe girls between the ages of 13-25 have the power to change their communities and communities across the world. As you and I partner with them, we can watch our cultures make a positive change right before our eyes. Will you come alongside us?

Respect Revolution 2011

2010-11-02T13:15:00.002-05:00

What can approximately 75 girls in one community do?
Reach approximately:
8,000 junior high girls
15,000 high school girls
60,000 facebook friends

That's what we're aiming for with 2011 Respect Revolution in Springfield, Missouri. Our high school and college leaders are making a stand for respect, not only for themselves but for women around the world.

CHARGE!

2010-01-31T06:30:00.003-06:00

Working with the girls of our high school Respect Team reminds me of Deborah in Judges 4. They're humble in their gifts and talents, confident in the forging forward with the mission laid before them and they're yelling CHARGE! They're respected by their peers and realize they've been given favor by their Father. They don't count themselves an expert in their endeavors yet they have their eye focused on the goal. They're not just engaging in conversations with those who are perceived honorable before the eyes of man, they're pouring life into those who others have turned their backs on.

Watching the team and volunteers for The Respect Tour has awakened me to the fact there's a stirring. A stirring in the hearts and actions of a new generation, who is forging forward; reviving, renewing and respiriting our communities and world.

A movement for girls and women

2010-01-23T22:23:00.007-06:00

We're starting a movement for girls and women to stand for respect and positive choices for themselves and others. We want individuals to realize the potential they have as a leader. With the Lord's power we can forge forward in making a difference in our schools, workplaces, communities, and world. We're at a place where men and women realize the benefit of walking along side of each other, impacting our world in a positive way. We have been in constant prayer for clarity of the Respect Tour, the vision God has laid on our hearts is he's creating a movement and to get ready. The Respect Tour is the beginning of this movement and we're getting ready.

Susan Boyle had a dream and faith

2009-04-17T09:06:00.005-05:00

Today I watched the most riveting, empowering video to Dream and Dream big.

Before you watch I want to ask you to think of a couple of questions before you watch:
What is your dream
Do you have the courage and faith to move forward
Susan states, “She has faith!” Do you?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY

1. The judges and audience laughed ~ outwardly judged Susan
2. Susan was honest upfront ~ I'm unemployed and never been married or kissed
3. She wanted to be like one of the best, well known singers in England.
4. When she stated she wanted to become a professional singer and the judge asked
"Why hasn't that worked out before", in her witty way "I haven't been given the chance before, but here's hoping it will change!"

I had several thoughts after watching this. Susan woke up, with butterflies in her tummy, knowing she would be laughed at, mocked, the audience and judges "would" judge her. Unfortunately, I'm sure she has already journeyed through life experiencing this.

But on the morning Susan woke up and decided to step out in faith and dream big, she confidently picked out her best dress and drove to the stand before the judges and mocking crowd. Before heading out on stage her faith was proven by saying, "I'm going to make that audience rock!" SHE DID!

Romans 8:15-16 It's adventurously expectant, greeting God with a childlike "What's next, Papa?" God's Spirit touches our spirits and confirms who we really are.

Today I'm moving forward with my dream to make my audience in life ROCK!

Be afraid, very afraid

2009-03-14T16:02:00.005-05:00

So my girlfriend and I are talking about her 6th grade daughter who is being bullied in school. When my friend asked her daughter if she was scared of this girl, her daughter shook her head yes. Hmm, my friend pondered, is this girl larger than you? Yes, the daughter shook her head again. Hmm, my friend hesitated, is this girl larger than me? (My friend is a size 2, most people are larger than her~crazy hesitation and question) Yes, the daughter shook her head and then added, "Mom even her breasts are larger than yours!"

Well....there you have it!
Be afraid, very afraid.

Chicago...

2009-02-18T13:56:00.009-06:00

Sometimes we just have to get away from the everyday activities and our normal environment to gain perspective of our purpose. We were in Chicago less than 48 hours but Gracie and I made the most of it. Riding the subway to Downtown, which BTW was her first time to ride, was a thrill to watch her observe the difference in people. Our first person she noticed was the little old man in the blue hat - talking to himself and everyone around. He was loud, talking about absolutely nothing, yet brought a smile to the faces around him. Which was more than others were able to accomplish. We hit downtown around noon, walked Magnificent Mile browsing through many stores (American Girl, Nike, Feline's Basement, Guess, Macy's, Marshall Fields to name a few) and ended for a break at our fav - Corner Bakery! With our cup of coffee and hot chocolate in hand we journeyed to the river, stopping at the NBC studio where Gracie jumped up and down outside behind the news anchor's studio window. Yes, it showed that on air :). After a long day, we headed to the CTA to take the subway home. Crowded in with the other bizillion 5 o'clockers we stood and finally found two seats available. After about 30-40 minutes on the subway there were only two other men and us left on....we thought...until back in the corner was our little old man in the blue hat. I couldn't resist. I had to go over and take a picture. At first he was reluctant saying, "No, no, no, no" as fast as he could. Then I told him, "We just want to take a picture of your cute little blue hat." Well O.K., he decided. Snap I got the picture. He couldn't wait to see his picture, loved it and as we got off the subway he waved goodbye.

The next day Gracie and I were up early and headed back into downtown. After having breakfast at our fav - Corner Bakery, we headed over to the Sears Tower (the tallest building in the U.S.). Wow, that's incredible and everyone must journey up to the 103 or 99th floor. After we finished our hour or so of gazing at beautiful Chicago we headed back out to the streets to journey some more.

I realized several things on this trip:

1. Rarely do people smile if they don't know you, but when you take a chance and smile first - most often than not - they smile back. -:0).

2. The traffic ladies in Chicago are very friendly - we're glad because we asked each one we saw how to get from A-B & Y-Z, they always obliged and helped us.

3. Grace likes revolving doors. I should have one put in the house.

4. We held casual interviews on the streets of Chicago asking what "girl" advice they would give to an 11 year old. Great advice...I'll post it someday.

5. People who sing on the streets and in the subway stations have great voices - they should get paid more for singing.

6. Our hearts hurt for the homeless people who sat or laid there awake but lifeless. We smiled, they didn't.

7. Corner Bakery has an awesome staff - friendly, helpful and funny.

8. The people in Chicago are just like the people in our hometown - hard workers trying to get by - but if they saw someone in need, they would help.

9. We affect each other a lot and can change an expression or thought by an act of kindness.

10. I loved my time with my daughter, Gracie. She reminds me to chillout - enjoy life - turn the phone and laptop off. Go through the revolving door more than once. Ride the elevator to the top floor. Feed the pigeons on the street. Smile at the homeless and on the subway. Keep things simple like the little man in the blue hat: strike up a conversation, be able to laugh at yourself and smile at everyone around.

Gracie you poured in my life again without even knowing. But guess who else did too, the little man with the blue hat, without even knowing it he poured into my life.

So here's to a great trip Gracie and our new friend, the little old man with the blue hat!

The book is POUR and I'm writing

2009-01-13T13:25:00.003-06:00

Yesterday I met with the ghost writer to finalize our approach. She had some great points and we finalized the layout of thoughts (wow did I ever have a lot of thoughts).

My passion is to help females, young and old, realize their potential. I can't be a "mother" daily walking with these girls and ladies so to put what has worked for me in book form and workbook is our best bet. Plus we will host Pour conventions/gatherings, taping them to be on podcasts and viewed through our website. Monthly we will host Dr. Juliet Caceres, family and child psychiatrist, who will answer questions. We will have available podcasts/videos to help youth communicate with their parents on hard topics. We hope to have this available in schools next fall. At first, all of this was just going to be for young girls, but through my conversations and interviews I've realized there are some women up in age that still struggle with old "baggage" and self doubt. Many even are passing the "baggage" down to their children who unless travel the path of self discovery realizing their passions, talents, and strengths they will believe in the baggage and make it a permanent part of their life. Therefore our target market is females of all ages, but I think men will benefit from it as well.

The book and series is titled, Pour. What we allow "poured" into our lives we become. We have permission to stop the pouring, preventing it to take home in our mind thus orchestrating our perception of who we are or can become. There are areas of our minds that are unopened with new motivations & opportunities, therefore providing "Wow" and "Ah Ha" moments in our lives. The book will walk you through the process of opening those areas. One of the quotes in the book is: "What is poured into your life or you pour into others WILL someday bear fruit." The "field of bygones" could be portrayed in the book as a "spiritual" walk but will not, although in the appropriate settings it would be great. I've personally traveled to the field of bygones many times. To ensure a healthy life, the field of bygones must be visited frequently, ridding the baggage, struggles, and strongholds in our life that prevent us from success, opportunities and happiness. I portray struggles and hurts in the book as badges. Some choose to wear their struggles and hurts on their sash as a badge of honor as if to say, "Hey, look here, look what I've earned. Yea it was hard....want to hear about it?" Some never want to get rid of their "badge of hurt", and move on. Another part, I ask the readers to stand in the mirror from shoulders up, looking at themselves; see how long you can do that without having a negative thought about yourself? What is the first thought when YOU say your name?

I could go on and on about the writings. I have toiled back and forth on how to write this and finally have come to the conclusion to write what I say to people almost every week. "Ah ha"!

Pour

2009-01-08T14:08:00.005-06:00

Pour! What you pour into your child, they will someday wear as fruit in their life.

I'm asking you to hold me accountable to finish the task I've been working on for several years, writing a book titled, Pour. Feel free to leave a comment or your thoughts regarding the passages. Over the next few weeks and months I will post random passages from the book. My passion to pour into your life, plant a seed to bear fruit for a great harvest. The following is a passage from my first write:

The verbal or expressive choices parents make in helping their children travel through their twenteens (ages 14-21) will impact their life as adults. The fruit they bear will in part be the seeds you've planted and your continuation of pouring throughout their life for a harvest.

The other day I asked my son to water the flowers and plants. He gathered up the pitchers and began filling them with water. As I was pulling out of the garage and glanced around at our ferns and wilted flowers I thought to myself how water will help revive them. I drove on to the gas station to fill the car up with gasoline. While holding the nozzle in the car, with the gas pouring into the tank I saw a mother yelling at her child. As if her child were miles away and couldn’t hear, she spewed her point filled with profanity at him and slammed the door. About that time my pump stopped because my gasoline tank was full. I returned the nozzle to the pump, put the cap on, sat in the driver’s seat and shut the door. Driving by the boy behind the slammed door our eyes met and I realized his tank is empty. What his mother had just poured into him drained his little heart, soul and spirit.

Pour – a daily act into lives of those we interact with. Some pour pure water even filled with fertilizer to help us in our growth. Others pour acid that rips us from within. There are even those who pour sludge which keeps us dredging uphill.

I was looking through my son’s new iphone. He was showing me all the great tools and programs on the iphone. As he pointed to the “Notes” icon he said and I can keep track of my days on the notes. We continued to look at his phone together and I asked him if I could look at the notes, facebook, youtube, etc, sure he said. Looking through his notes I noticed on each day he had typed, Won or Lost. As I continued to look through each day I saw where after each documentation of won or lost he would have a explanation, “I empowered” “I helped” or even “I was tempted but didn’t give in”. On lost he had “I wasn’t compassionate”. I asked him what each one meant and he explained he keeps track each day whether he wins or loses. Wow! Without even realizing, he had just poured into my life and on this day he could journal, Won, I poured.

Field of Bygones

2008-12-10T10:42:00.001-06:00

The field of bygones….
A field filled with years and years of bygones.
A place the young at heart can simplistically understand but as years
of life grow on the hearts of individuals
the comprehension & understanding of the field of bygones becomes complex.

Some slowly drive by and watch in wonder
others step at the edge of the fence and
watch the field in the distance fill with people
who have traveled down the narrow path
to leave their bygones.

The bygones are churned in the ground
being used as fertilizer, similar to a compost
to be used for the next generation to step upon
Leaving their bygones.

As you dispose of your bygones in the field
A rebirthing begins within your heart and soul.
While some individuals chose to stay
and focus on their years of bygones
Others humbly empty their bygones, turn and walk away.

The moment you breathe the words,
“Be gone my bygone, Pour life into me.”
The spirit of the sacrificial lamb
Enters your body and begins filling the emptiness with life.

As you turn to walk the path to exit the field
A rebirthing, new energy, new life is felt.
It’s a new spirit beating inside of you.
Your heart is now beating in harmony
with the creator of the Universe,

At the exit of the field of bygones is
An inheritance book and
Upon the death of your bygones
A will is presented; it’s called the book of life.
Within this book of life you will learn
How to gain your inheritance as an adopted
Son & Daughter to the King of the Universe.

The King of the Universe has now bestowed upon you
Special offerings as his Sons and Daughters.
The book of life instructs you on how to
Claim your inheritance to the
Super natural strength and power.

Therefore, Radically Seek and
Boldly walk as an heir.

Hand of Grace - by Gracie age 11

2008-12-03T20:00:00.000-06:00

From the Hand of Grace

Able to always trust their God they begin to grow,
See a new prospective of life, peace, love, joy and kindness they show.
Others may say “You’ll never succeed or amount to anything.”
You should know they are wrong and forget and throw out,
All the words of hatred people will shout.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and all your soul and all your mind.
Therefore be like Jesus, through you let Him shine.
You be the one to change the world and make a stand,
Don’t wait for someone to come tell you that you can.
There is no limit on your potential and ability to do,
Just be sure it will build people up along with you.
This world was made to make you happy not sad,
so show the creator that His creation was not at all bad.
Every thing I am telling you is meant to speak to your heart and not go in one ear and out other,
so do the same as me-carry it on to your father, mother, sister or brother.

The only people in the world who eternally succeed in life,
have trusted in the Lord Jesus Christ

Alyson Stoner

2008-08-28T10:12:00.004-05:00

It was refreshing to see and meet Alyson Stoner this summer. While my daughter and I were visiting my nephew in Minneapolis, we went to the Great Mall of America. As we walked through the mall we passed a sign announcing, Alyson Stoner would be at Build a Bear from noon until 3pm. It was 11:45! Wow could life be any better? Gracie about jumped out of her skin knowing she could meet Alyson. I'll have to be honest, I didn't know much about Alyson but did recognize her beautiful face. Within minutes Alyson came walking up to the line of girls waiting to meet her. She is tall, thin, sparkling eyes, was dressed in green overall shorts and had a smile that any toothpaste commercial would die for. Immediately I could see her geniune appreciation for all the girls who were there. Her beautiful smile greeted each girl as they stood before her and never faded as she posed with about 400 girls for pictures. Gracie approached the table, conversed with her and then they took a picture together. Gracie's smile matched Alyson's as she walked away with a signed photo in hand.

Since then I have researched her bio's with Gracie and have come to a couple of conclusions. She's a wonderful role model for girls. She empowers and encourages girls and guys to be the best they can be, plus dream and dream big. Don't let others or circumstances stop what God has birthed in your heart. If you have a talent, use it and bless others with it. Be compassionate towards one another. Recently she volunteered to help inner city kids in LA. Alyson is also helping kids get fit with her Wii fit, http://www.getfitwithalyson/ (or visit http://www.alysonstoner.com/ ). Plus check out her movie "Alice upside down". It's real life issues young kids experience and a perfect movie for all ages to watch.

She's the new hero in mine and Gracies heart! She's from the Midwest, has a heart of gold, a geniune down to earth kind of gal you would sit on the back porch and chat with. Most importantly she's a positive inspiration to young girls.

Thanks Alyson! Keep up the great work. We look forward to meeting you again.

Boot Girl

2008-08-11T11:22:00.000-05:00

Today in went into one of my favorite shopping stores, TJ Maxx.
I love TJ Maxx because it has something for everyone. My intention of stopping was to find some capri’s and what a perfect day to shop since it was 90 degrees outside. As I was looking through the rack of shorts and capris, across the store I noticed two girls. I call them girls but they were probably 17-18 years old. One of the girls had boots on with her short/shorts, white see through shirt over her yellow bra and a winter scarf. Her eyebrows were plucked so thin and arched I had to walk closer to see if it was drawn on with a pencil. No they weren't penciled in, they WERE plucked. Her lips were pressed together like she was trying to blow a bubble out of her bubble gum for the first time. Her hair was curled so it could easily blow in the wind as she pranced from store to store. Good grief boot girl! Her friend was dressed summerish, walking shorts, long button down shirt over a cami with slip on sandals. She looked like a summer teenage girl who could if need be mesh into different crowds. I watched them as they nosed up and down different outfits and commented: “pashaw that one is awful and well maybe I would wear that”. I chuckled to myself and headed for the dressing room. I tried on 9 pairs of capris and none of them worked out. As I headed toward the dressing room monitor she asked, “Did any of these work out for you?” “No”, I said. “Well check out the glasses as you leave”, she said. Glasses, what glasses I wondered. Right in front of me were reading glasses. Urg!! I don’t want to buy them. I need them but do not want to cross over to the other side of needing to wear glasses to read. I looked at the rack hosting the reading glasses. They were pretty stylish and if I was going to even think about wearing them I would sport these around. Alright, I caved in, picked up a pack and headed to the checkout line. As soon as I turned the corner by the size 2 rack heading for the cash register, guess who is standing in front of me? Boot Girl! There is boot girl and her friend with their purchases, another pair of short shorts and sunglasses. As we waited I did what my mother would have smacked me on the head for doing as a child, I stared and I stared for a long time. Boot girl caught me staring too and she gave me the whip of the curly hair and put her boot foot out as if to say, “Yea I am all that I look like I am”. I proudly held my reading glasses in hand as I watched boot girl whip out her parents credit card and pay for her short shorts. She glanced back at me with her puckered lips, whipped her hair once more and booted her way out the door. I paid for my glasses and was out the door as well. As I strolled to my car I saw Boot girl driving away in her sporty SUV. I chuckled and thought, “I’d like to know what her mom is like! Whew, good luck Mom with Boot Girl.” I started my car and was getting ready to pull forward when all of sudden this bronze two seater Mercedes pulls into the parking spot right in front of me. Her hair is flat ironed straighter than when my hair is wet and her bangs are zig zaggy touching her eyelashes. The dark eyeliner defined her eyes and the gold lipstick enhanced her puffy lips. Waiting for her to depart from her car I sat in awe as the thought came to my mind, “It’s boot girls MOM!” First out of the car were boots, she stood up and the tight sweater confirmed she had two large girls. Her short skirt was color coordinated to perfection with the jewelry, boots and sweater. Yes, it had to be Boot Girls Mom because she too had a prance as she headed toward TJ Maxx.

Leaving the parking I dialed my soon to be 15 year old son and gave him a bit of advice. “Son, beware of girls who wear boots with short shorts on 90 degrees days. Furthermore if you should meet a girl like this and desire to bring her home realize she will have to journey with me until the lips become unpuckered, the eyebrows fill in, she learns boots and 90 degrees days don’t go together and that not everyone wants to see what color her bra is. Plus the only reason for “whipping of the head” is to catch someone when they’re falling not brushing them off. Lastly, whoever the precious dear is to come home with you must be able to mesh with all walks of life. We will not have the “holier than thou” boot girl attitude flying around. We will go feed the hungry, sing in the nursing homes and help clothe those who are homeless.” He laughed and said, “Alright Mom, got it”.

Lastly my Grandma always reminded me, “You have to give permission for someone to demean you. Don’t ever let them do it but don’t ever put yourself up on a pedestal so high only to be knocked down.”

“Boot girl, my grandma taught me well!”

They're Watching

2008-07-22T09:10:00.000-05:00

I’m staying at a friend’s lake house while their on vacation. Our families are usually together every weekend mutually enjoying our time but on this occasion we’re alone. To be honest, it’s very different without our friends here. We’ve been “lake rats” together for almost 10 years now. Debbie and I enjoy our early morning coffee, devotion and conversation on the veranda overlooking the peaceful, calming waters while our husbands and my son rise early to enjoy the perfect wakeboarding waters. The girls usually wake up mid-morning ready to go tubing. The community where their lake house is has quaint Adirondack style homes and the families who fill the homes are just as wonderful. Since we have been visiting with our friends for years, the families of this small lake village have welcomed us as a part of their village. Our children have grown fond of one couple and each time we are down they run out onto the veranda to see if their boat is uncovered, which means they’re here. We’ve become great friends and through the years have invited them over to our home for Christmas parties.

Today the wife of the couple told me her husband asked Jesus to be his Savior. I thought how wonderful, he now is being instructed by the King of the Universe, his heavenly Father. She mentioned how he felt most Christians were hypocrites, freely passing judgment upon others. But it was the question from his bicycle partner, “Setting religions aside, if you die on the way home, where do you think you will go? Heaven or Hell” that encouraged him to begin thinking beyond the hypocrisy of his past experiences plus what he observed in our friends and us. She mentioned he had been observing us and our friends for years and realized we were the same in all situations. We had no idea he had been watching or perhaps we would have strived to be better. The point is, you never know who is watching. Colossians 4:4 “Use your heads as you live and work among outsiders. Don’t miss a trick. Make the most of every opportunity. Be gracious in your speech. The goal is to bring out the best in others in a conversation, not put them down, not cut them out. “

A great reminder to myself to humbly walk, allowing my Father to orchestrate my steps, taking advantage of all opportunities that lie ahead.

Enjoy your time with your Father.

Princess Lady

2008-07-16T10:30:00.001-05:00

Once upon a time, in the quietness of her bedroom surrounded by her stuffed animals & webkinz, colorful bed linens, pillows and posters of Hannah Montana, sat a Princess. Seasonally she would celebrate changes about her: the loss of teeth, increase in height, intellectual accomplishments, sports victories and new High School musical dance moves. One day as she looked at herself in the mirror she noticed her body changing in numerous ways and the thoughts of her image began to change too. She knew she was nearing the age of becoming a Princess Lady. She wondered if today would be her day of celebration. All the Princesses at the schoolyard would gather together, some curious who or if any had received the honor of ladyship while others still youthful/childlike in thoughts and actions would continue playing with no curiosity at all. The Princess enjoyed her youthful manner thus far, each night she would pray thanking God for creating her as a princess and for the perfect time to receive her ladyship.

The following day just after waking up, her Ladyship arrived…she became a Princess Lady. The Princess ran to find her Queen Mother to tell her of her ladyship. In the gathering room with Princesses siblings the Queen was folding the laundry. The Princess bellowed out as she ran into the room, “I’ve received my ladyship. I’ve received my ladyship. This is the day the Lord has chosen for me to become a Princess Lady”. The Queen arose to give her now Princess Lady a warm congratulatory hug and kiss, “We must celebrate this evening since the Lord must know you are physically, mentally and spiritually ready to become a Princess Lady”.

The table was set with the honoree at the head of the table. On her plate was a beautiful gift box. Below the gift box were two ribbons of her favorite color. When she opened the box her photo was inside. “You sit here Princess Lady”, said the Queen. The family gathered around the table to honor, Princess Lady. “What is the box for”, asked Princess Lady? The Queen began explaining, “The picture inside reflects this day, the day the Lord chose for you to become a Princess Lady. The box represents your pure body, reflective in the image of God. The ribbons are your arms and legs to tie tightly around your body. With the ribbons tied tightly you are a treasured gift. You are to protect your gift, keeping it pure. Your Gift is the most valuable treasure only you will be able to give away. Although you could be tempted to share your gift before it’s time, it is the Lords choice for you to present your gift to the mate the Lord chooses for you. This mate will be one you are equally yoked with. He is preparing this mate for you right now to love and honor you. On the day you chose to marry before God and Man, you will be able to untie the ribbons and present your most precious gift to your husband.

Your body will continue to grow and change; your heart will be more open to love therefore your soul must stay focused on God. The day the Lord formed you he created a perfect plan for you. He is entrusting you today with the gift of ladyship, to grow as a lady of the Lord using your gifts and talents for his glory.

Your body has been changing and will continue to change through the years. As your body continues to transform from a girl to a woman; you will notice changes in the private ladyship parts, hips & legs, waist and even your facial features. None of us are completely alike; God has made us all unique yet in his image. While your body is changing so are your emotions, intellect and spirit. He has given you a mind to be full of knowledge and treasures. Your everyday activities will be stored in your treasure box called a memory bank. Therefore be wise in your decisions of activities, conversation and relationship, for this too helps mold us in become who we are.

Remember throughout your lifetime, “I thank you, High god – you’re breathtaking! Body and soul, I am marvelously made! Psalm 139:14

Last Breath

2008-07-11T15:00:00.000-05:00

Today a friend of mine took her last breath.
The moment I heard of the news I gasped.
I felt the earth should pause and
The cars on the highway should move to the side.
The birds, crickets and wildlife should quiet and
All human beings should stop but for a moment
To honor my dear friend who too has stopped.

In honor of Sophie Marie Carmichael, a woman of faith and great fighter against cancer.

Boundaries

2008-05-28T12:12:00.003-05:00

I'm on vacation looking out over the ocean. The waters are surrounded by beautiful sand.

I took this opportunity to explain to my kids just as God has set boundaries of protection for the land, it's my responsibility as a parent to set boundaries of protection for them until they're old enough to set them. It's natural to have some waves or even hurricanes along the way, but it doesn't mean it can't be repaired, reset and return to journey again together. Find a safe, secure boundary together, then as each of you gain trust, confidence and respect for one another begin pushing the sand out further. This will allow your pool of trust to someday reach sea size. Each year as my children get older I realize the boundaries change yet our journey along the sand is together.

Bouquet of Flowers

2008-05-19T11:52:00.003-05:00

I love the picture of Grace picking flowers, it reminds me to focus on the "greatness" of the moment. In her opinion all flowers can become a beautiful bouquet and she presented this bouquet to me with much love.

Are you focusing on the weeds in life more than the beauty of the flower? Get childlike in your thoughts and find the "greatness" in each moment. You may be missing out on a beautiful bouquet.

Father

2008-05-13T07:38:00.005-05:00

Our driveway is 1/3 mile long. Each morning the walk down is full of conversation with my daughter as we wait for her to catch the bus but the journey back is with my Father. I call him by what he is to me....my Father. I ask him to open my mind to opportunities I could not orchestrate on my own but through him are possible. Open my mind Father to receive your blessings, help me to stay focused your tasks and not those I feel take precedence. Give me discernment in my conversations, help me to speak through your annointing and not through my flesh. When I speak to my children, let it be as if you are using me as you puppet to speak your words. Help me to remember you first loved my children but then gave them to me, entrusting me to love them unconditionally and raise according to your scripture. Remind me who I am as your child and that you have a purposeful plan for me. Help me to reflect on my blessings rather than what we as humans would naturally reflect upon.

As I continue to walk and talk to my Father I lay all my thoughts and concerns before him. Before I reach the bend in the road and with the quietness of the surroundings, I pause to lift my arms. As a very small child lifts their arms to be held, I too in complete submission, humbleness and faith reach as far as my fingertips to receive his embrace. With outstretched arms towards my Father, I begin to hear from him and life's burdens begin to be lifted. My mind, heart, and soul begin filling with him. I realize my worries, concerns, pain, anticipations, hopes and dreams are beyond my fingertips. I can manage what is within my touch therefore I place before him the details of my life which are beyond my fingertips. Those details I have no control over, but through my Father the unthinkable is possible. Sometimes I just stand in awe while other times I weep before him.

As I walk out of the wooded area and crest the hill towards home, I look to the open pasture on the right and know my journey for the day has been placed before my Father. Now what should I worry about....Nothing! I'm ready for the day.

Little Slugger - One...two...two & half....three

2008-05-12T13:56:00.004-05:00

It never ceases to amaze me when I hear a parent yelling to their child over the hoards of people, "one...two...two and a half....don't make me say three....did you hear me....don't make me say three....THREE!" Again, today, I witnessed the wonderful parenting skills of counting to three. Although when the kids reach elementary age they're going to think two and a half...don't make me say three...THREE is part of the numeric system. If you have used this system and it has worked magic for you read no further. However I've only publicly witnessed the unsuccessful counting parents in Wal-mart, Target, busy malls, grocery stores, parking lots, churches, and etc. Today I watched Little slugger as he was off and running, by the time Mom yelled two and half he was around the corner. Then when Mom reached three he had already reached his destination, the toy isle. There he was enjoying his climb upon a scooter. Mom, still at the checkout counter believing the counting system is going to work. Hello Mom, I have news for you, it's not working. All the other people in the checkout line including myself have watched Little Slugger run as fast as his 12 inch long legs can go while big sister is standing there yelling three with Mom. With my arms full of items I watched Mom threaten big sister for all she's worth if she leaves the counter, "Dont YOU leave, I'll be right back. I have to go get Little Slugger". Off she goes dashing to the toy isle and now headed back asking Little Slugger if he heard three. By this time I wanted to interject and say, "The entire store heard THREE! Guess what, one...two...three is not working."

I commend those who have used the numbering system for "child control" and were successful. However for those who use it and it doesn't work, I have a suggestion. Observe the families in public areas who have all their peeps with them and in a controlled fashion. Ask these individuals, what parenting skill are you using? What's your success record with going out in public and not having to raise your voice above the crowd? How many times has Little Slugger ran away from you at the store? How many times have you had to threaten your child in the store? Lastly, ask does you child know how to accurately count one..two..three...four...etc? I would guess these families have discussed positive behavior in public will equate to positive, happy times upon arrival back home.

I know in my household when my children were young and we had an incident in public, the kiddos had a "happy chair" they sat in when we returned home. This happy chair provided great moments for them to think about their choices and how they wouldn't make those same choices again. There also were times we would just leave the store, head home and guess what....no trip to McDonalds or Chuckie Cheese. Yes, I did miss out on some play group times with my friends too but it didn't take too many trips straight home for my Little Slugger and his Little Sister to realize consequences or reward.

I challenge you to take on the Mrs. Doubtfire or Mister Rogers tone of voice and demeanor. Use these words, "Oh Little Slugger, it saddens me that you've decided to run 100 miles an hour away from me. That's so sad because we'll have to skip McDonalds and go straight home. I think you're going to enjoy some time in the happy chair. I bet next time you'll behave like we've discussed and we'll have a wonderful time on our adventure."

An adventure, that is exactly what it is.
Parenting is an adventure.
Enjoy!

Mother's Day

2008-05-10T22:33:00.003-05:00

Today I honor Elizabeth Graham and Donna Gayle Higgins.
They have helped mold my heart and soul.
They believed in me when I felt no one did.
Their laughter brings laughter to me.
Their happiness gives me joy.
The one thing they couldn't begin to explain, I had to experience on my own;
the love I'd have in being a Mom.
My children have molded my heart and soul
I believe in them when they think no one else does.
Their laughter brings laughter to me.
Their happiness gives me great joy.
The one thing I couldn't begin to explain is
the love you have for your children and what an honor it is to be a Mother.

Bus Ride

2008-05-06T10:52:00.007-05:00

I carpool to and from school with two of my girlfriends. Our motto is, "No kid left behind", although it has happened. During the school year all three of us have had "family issues" affecting our carpool schedule. Cynthia and I both work from home while Jane, who is a stay at home mom, volunteers enough to equal anyone's busy schedule. Recently we had to revamp our carpool schedule to get us through school year. I attempted, even began putting it on an excel spreadsheet, to readjust our driving duties. Interrupted by numerous calls, appointments, school and family activities, I failed to get it completed. Gratefully I passed it off to Jane to figure out. Within a couple of days, Jane returned back to us the sheet of paper with new driving schedules and at the bottom of the paper the formula in how she determined who was driving when. It looked fine to me so I called Cynthia to see if it looked alright to her. She didn't quite like it and as we hung up we decided we'd just keep our old schedule. Soon my husband arrived home, I showed him the schedule and told him about my conversation with Cynthia. He said, "This is a great schedule and you should call her back to see if she understands she drives less."

My first random thought was; I am spending so much time on this blasted carpool schedule...to...there are starving people in the world and we are concerned about this crazy carpool schedule. URG! Then a revelation came to me, THE BUS. Lets just put the kids on the bus. The kids will be last on the bus on the way to school and first off on the way home. Quickly I called Cynthia and Jane, they were in agreement. The following day I called the bus barn to schedule a bus pickup for the children. Done, they're scheduled. Yippee!

The next morning Gracie and I had our usual morning: coffee, breakfast, devotion and a quick game of Yahtzee. We got all of our stuff ready for the jaunt down our 1/3 mile driveway to catch the bus. I could tell Gracie was feeling some butterflies about riding the bus for the first time.

I remember my bus driver, Randy Johnson. He was so strong he picked up a car blocking the road which was stuck in the snow and moved it out of the way. All the kids had their faces smashed up against the window ooing and awwing. All the girls on the bus thought he was the most handsome thing they'd ever seen. As Randy drove our bus down the road, periodically looking up in his mirror to check on the kids, he'd have about 10 seats FULL of girls smiling dreamingly and waving back at him. He would flash a grin and keep on driving. Since all the seats up front were taken by the others girls, I had to sit in the back of the bus by that mean "Barry" boy. I threatened Barry every inch of his life that if he ever laid a hand on me I would clean his clock. With my teeth grit together I would say, "Barry you get near me and I'll clean your clock". I guess I made a believer out of him because he never bothered me, although down deep inside I wasn't sure if I could clean his clock.

Unsure of the exact arrival time of the bus, Gracie and I were ten minutes early which gave us time to talk about which seat she was going to chose. She decided she'd just sit in the front close to the door. Good choice! Soon the bus arrived and since it was the first time for it to stop at our driveway, all the kids stood as if they were giving Gracie a standing ovation for getting on the bus. Gracie's bus driver is a sweet Grandpa, Mr. Jim. The bus stayed still until Gracie chose her seat...at the back of the bus. I slowly turned around trying not to look obvious, but wanting to see Gracie. The bus STOP sign was pulled in and the bus slowly took off. With a smile on her face as big as the United States, there Gracie was waving goodbye from the back of the bus.

I hope Gracie's bus experience is as memorable as mine was and if she does meet a "Barry" boy I know what our next discussion will be as we travel down the driveway to meet the bus.

5th grade girls: Princess Lady and The Gift

2008-04-15T09:38:00.002-05:00

I have a fifth grade daughter. I am challenged each day to see if I am smarter than a fifth grader. Some days I win other days I lose. On this particular day, I won. It wasn't the spelling test words, the history lesson nor the math problems, but rather information pertaining to the dreaded "fifth grade" puberty movie that was going to be watched at school. I remember -many, many years ago - watching the dreaded movie and wondering who in my class knew all the information before the movie. I remember looking over at Patty who looked like she knew everything about the movie and Tracy who at recess had already briefed some of the girls. I didn't want any surprises for my daughter, Gracie. I wanted her to hear the truth from me and to know she can always ask any questions. A week before the dreaded movie we had a Saturday night date which began in my bathroom. Before we left the house for our dinner and movie, I showed Gracie all the "princess lady" supplies. A princess lady is simply a princess who on a special day becomes a lady and from that day forward she will be a princess lady until she gets married and becomes the Queen. I explained to Gracie, "You're a princess and these supplies will not be needed until you become a Princess Lady". How exciting she thought! We sat in the floor together examining all the supplies and answering all the questions a fifth grader may have. We put the princess lady supplies in her bathroom and set off to dinner. During dinner we discussed anatomical names for the body parts. I explained to Gracie "The Gift" of the body. "Your body is a gift you will someday give to your husband. Your arms and legs are the ribbons and your body is the box. Tightly tie your ribbons around your box so the gift you have within is not given until the day you marry." I answered few more questions then we finished our dinner and were off to the movie. As we sat through the movie, I would casually glance at my beautiful princess...hair in a ponytail, glasses, braces...still a princess. Soon she will become a princess lady!

The day came for the dreaded movie. Off to school my princess ran out the door. All day I wondered how the other princesses at school were handling the movie. Before soon my princess ran into the house, eyes as big as half dollars, commissioning me to the bedroom for a private discussion. As we sat in the floor she emptied her backpack with more "princess lady supplies" for us to examine. She confidently said, "Mom, I already knew all the information they showed on the movie". "Good", I said. She told me stories and comments from the other girls that made me laugh so hard my stomach hurt. Then she handed me a pamphlet, "Mom this is for you in case you have any questions".

With a slight grin on my face I knew NOT to be smarter than a Fifth grader. "Thanks Gracie!", I said with a hug.

If you have a daughter who is still a princess, take the time to explain the incredible details of becoming a princess lady. Create a comfortable atmosphere for her to ask questions and see princess lady supplies.

Make time for your princess!

Let them eat cookies

2008-04-10T14:18:00.002-05:00

Last year my father in law passed away from lung cancer. Through the course of four months all of us kids would take turns driving to Kansas City to take care of him while Mom worked. As his body shape changed because of the cancer, his energy level plummeted and the pain intensified so did the craving for cookies. We were so concerned for his well being and health we would only give him cookies after he ate a good meal.

One day while while I was caring for him, he decided he wanted egg drop soup for lunch. Off I went to Golden Eggroll for the soup. Upon my return he was still sitting at the table waiting to eat. I hurriedly got it ready and placed it in front of him. I sat across from him, staring, waiting for him to take his first slurp. For some reason I felt this overwhelming urge to just tell him how much I love him. So I did. There was a long silence.

Lee, aka Dad, Grandpa, fix-it man, Macgyver, etc., was always positive. Rarely do you meet someone who always sees the glass 1/2 full. He did. He was the life of the party, entering the room with a big "HELLO" and bunches of hugs. He would chase the little children around the room until he'd catch them and "booge" - tickle them until their laughter was so hard it would turn to silence and their faces were red. He was one of a kind.

After our long silence, he looked up at me and said, "You know what I think?" With all the attention I could give him, I waited for his next words. "I don't think I feel good anymore and I don't want this soup". He got up from the table and stumbled to his bed. Now sitting alone at the table looking at his soup bowl full of soup I began to cry. At that moment, I knew Dad wasn't going to live much longer and one thing needed to change.

I got up from the table, went to the pantry and got a brand new box of cookies out. With the box of cookies in hand I went to his bedroom and asked, "Would you like some cookies?" Without looking at me, he nodded yes. I sat at his bedside while he ate several cookies, cleaned up the crumbs and let him rest.

This taught me a valuable lesson. At times in life and especially if you're caring for someone, things aren't normal and well, just can't be. Life is short and at different seasons can be extremely short, therefore let them eat cookies. Sit and enjoy a cookie with them. Hold their hand, kiss them on the head and cheek, hug them as much as possible and tell them how much you love them.

After mine and Dad's table moment I began scooping out ice cream and placing it in a cup so when he would wake up in the night it would be ready for him in the freezer. I also started putting cookies in a zip lock bag and placing it under his pillow so all he had to do is grab it in the night.

I miss him and am so thankful we had our cookie times together.

Evangel Ladies

2008-04-03T18:12:00.005-05:00

Tonight I speak to the ladies of Evangel University.

My prayer is they will leave from our time together with a burning desire to build their identity through Christ.

They will realize they can do great and mighty things through the power of their Father.

They will give God total control over their mind, body and spirit.

They will look at themselves as women of faith, such as Deborah, Esther and Ruth did.

They will spend time with their Father.
Ephesians 3:20 - God can do anything, you know - far more than you could ever imagine or guess or request in your wildest dream! He does it not by pushing us around but by working within us, his Spirit deeply and gently within us.

They will remember:
I Samuel 16:7 Looks aren't everything. God judges persons differently than humans do. Men and women look at the face; God looks into the heart.

They will seek who they can become through their Father's eyes and not the eyes of the world.

They will realize:
I Cor 15:10 But whatever I am now, it is all because God poured out such kindness and grace upon me.

May what God has created deep within your heart, harvest for the world to see. God is using women of God to change the world - let him use you.

Julie

What your Lipstick says about you!

2008-04-01T08:48:00.004-05:00

Lipstick Personality Test

Stays close to original tip slant
Abides by the rules
Great follower
Does not like too much attention
A little self-conscious
Somewhat reserved
Likes a schedule
May occasionally color hair to attract attention
YOU ARE QUIET, sweet and well-behaved. You abide by the rules and do not like to cause trouble. You are not loud or obnoxious at all. You do not like being the centre of attention. The only exception is that you may color your hair occasionally, to attract attention from boys or fit in with a group of girls. You are very good at sticking to a schedule. You tend to be a follower rather than a leader in social groups. You are able to be alone and enjoy your own company. You can sometimes be self-conscious. You would like to learn to be more outgoing.

Rounded, smooth tip
Easy going
Peacemaker
Even-tempered
Steady
Likable
Generous
YOU ARE EASYGOING, relaxed and likeable. You have a calm and confident personality that draws many admirers, both male and female, to your side. People like to be around you and you have the potential to win many friends. You are a natural diplomant and you are good at being the peace-maker when your friends have arguments. Your friends trust you for advice. You are generous with your friends and you are very good at cheering up someone who is feeling blue. Your serene manner shows other people that you are self-assured and you like who you are.

Sharp-angled tip
Opinionated
High-spirited
Dislikes schedules
Selective of friends
Outgoing
Likes attention
Argumentative
YOU ARE HIGH-SPIRITED, energetic and independent. You have strong opinions and you stick to them, no matter what other people say. You are quite outgoing. You tend to be a leader in your social groups. You are very choosey about who you call your friend. You are quick-moving and active. You have the natural ability to be good at many sports. You may not be much of a team person though, because you hate sticking to a schedule made by someone else. You like to "play things by ear" and see what happens, not plan everything in advance. You love to be the centre of attention. You are also argumentative and may have a hot temper sometimes.

Sharp-angled, curved tip
Creative
Enthusiastic
Energetic
Talkative
Loves attention
Falls in love easily
Helpful
Needs schedule, but dislikes one
YOU ARE CREATIVE, fun and outgong. Your enthusiastic manner wins you many friends. You have a positive and accepting outlook on life. You are very energetic and talkative. You are able to carry on a conversation on almost any topic. You can always make someone feel comfortable around you. You love attention and you will do your best to get it. Your friendships are very important to you. You fall in love easily and you are a born romantic. You are also a helpful person and your friends know they can come to you to get good advice. You dislike sticking to a schedule, but you probably need one. You are a likable and giving person.

Tip rounded to a point
Lovable
Family-oriented
A "doer"
Can give orders easily
Domestic
Exaggerates sometimes
Stubborn over little things
Needs people around
YOU ARE HIGH-SPIRITED, energetic and independent. You have strong opinions and you stick to them, no matter what other people say. You are quite outgoing. You tend to be a leader in your social groups. You are very choosey about who you call your friend. You are quick-moving and active. You have the natural ability to be good at many sports. You may not be much of a team person though, because you hate sticking to a schedule made by someone else. You like to "play things by ear" and see what happens, not plan everything in advance. You love to be the centre of attention. You are also argumentative and may have a hot temper sometimes.

Flat top
To the point
High morals
Needs approval
Careful about appearances
Very dependable
Conservative
Quick mind
Loves challenges
YOU ARE STRAIGHT-FORWARD, honest and intelligent. You don't like a lot of small talk. You are aware of your opinions and good at speaking your mind. You do not respect people who tell lies or exaggerate their stories. You are very dependable and even somewhat conservative. You are a keen thinker who loves challenges. You have the natural ability to do exceptionally well in academic situations. Your high morals lead you to disapprove of people who act immaturely or in a sleazy manner. You are careful about your appearance, from your clothes to the way you act in front of others. You want people to like you and need the approval of friends, family and teachers.

Flat top concave
Makes a great detective
Makes friends easily
Inquisitive
Adventurous
A prober
Complex
Exciting
YOU ARE ADVENTUROUS, curious and intelligent. You have an excellent eye for detail, good people skills and a smart mind. You would make an excellent detective! You are outgoing and friendly. You make friends quite easily. People find you exciting and interesting. You are inquisitive and love to delve into the "why" and "how" of things. When you are fascinated by a problem or social situation, you will not rest until you have analyzed it completely. You are complex and not everyone gets you, but most people like you anyway. You will have an exciting life!

Sharp angles both sides
Spiritual
Curious
Seeks attention
Mysterious
Big ego
Faithful
Looks for easy way
Loves life
YOU ARE SPIRITUAL, confident and outgoing. You have a strongly developed spiritual sense! Your curious nature leads you into many interesting situations and friendships. You are an attention-seeker who needs to be noticed. You are self-assured and confident about yourself. You love flattery. You want others to praise you and look up to you. You are somewhat mysterious, and people find this attractive. Many people like you. In love, you are very faithful. You have an open, adventurous attitude to life. You love new situations and you could even have a daredevil nature. You can be lazy occasionally and you often look for the easy way.

My lipstick shapes vary somewhat, although they all are curved with a sharp point. I guess that's typical for women, we're able to change our minds on a daily basis. I have tried to keep my lipstick to the original tip slant. It doesn't work! I've tried to create a flat top - no way - the sharp angle begins without me even noticing it. I'm destined to be who I am - one sharp angle, pointed tip lipstick girl.

If I need to head out for a battle, I'll chose one of my lipsticks with sharp angles on both sides...I have several of those.

Amazing Love

2008-03-21T21:01:00.006-05:00

When I hear the song "Amazing Love" I am reminded of the sacrifice my Father, Jesus Christ, made for me. How beautifully written are the words to this song by Billy James Foote, helping us remember the sacrifice our Lord Jesus made on the cross. You are my King, Jesus and it is my joy to honor you in all I do.

Amazing Love
I’m forgiven because You were forsaken.
I’m accepted. You were condemned.
I’m alive and well, Your Spirit is within me
Because You died and rose again.
Amazing love, how can it be?
That you, my King would die for me?
Amazing love, I know it’s true:
It’s my joy to honor you.
In all I do... I honor You.
You are my King.
You are my King.Jesus,
You are my King.Jesus,
You are my King

Texting...it's a whole new world

2008-03-20T21:28:00.004-05:00

My husband and I are in our forties: middle, late...it doesn't matter. We call each other daily on our cell phones, to talk. It's never a long conversation and sometimes we will even preface the conversation with "real quick question", ask the question and end with, "love you bye". We've been comfortable with our style for as long as cell phones have existed. Now enters our 14 year old son, who by the way does not have a cell phone, but to communicate with his friends or reach him when he's with his friends, you have to know how to text. Last year on the 11 hour drive to Colorado I couldn't figure out how to write a sentence. You have to press 6 five times to find your word...press enter...press 8 nine times to find your next word...press enter...forget it. I gave up, until I bought on Ebay a Nokia 6820 with the flip open keypad. The phone cost 50 bucks, now I have my own little keyboard and I can type paragraphs on my phone. If you want to communicate with anyone under the age of 30 you better learn the lingo. The following is a great texting lingo website, http://www.netlingo.com/emailsh.cfm, it lists every possible acronym in texting. When you create a text message there is a letter counter at the top of the message, counting down to zero as you punch away your text, showing how many letters or spaces you have left in your text message. I watch this with every message because I can only send 300 messages a month. Yes, I never thought I would come close to sending or receiving 300 text messages a month but when you're texting teenagers you really need unlimited. There's one thing I've noticed with teenagers, they send a lot of one word text messages: hey...whtruup2 (what are you up to)...idk (I don't know) and ltr (later). Here is a bit of advice if you are a parent or grandparent and want to keep the communication open with your children; get texting on your phone - study up on the text lingo on the netlingo website. There are 79 million people texting these days. You don't want to be known as...KPC (keeping parents clueless). BFN

Excuse me but "your girls" are showing!

2008-03-18T13:24:00.006-05:00

I'm amazed when I watch t.v., especially if my (just turned) 11 year old daughter is sitting with me, to see how "the girls" are exposed on nearly every commercial and show. We were watching Dancing with the Stars last night and my daughter asked, "How does she keep her girls from falling out?" Hmm, I wonder if she uses duct tape to hold those "girls" in place. The only recent show we watched and didn't see "the girls" was, Am I smarter than a fifth grader. Go figure, fifth graders are smarter and know to keep the girls covered up. What possesses a female to show, "the girls"? What goes on in their minds as they're getting ready for their day, pause...look in the mirror and think, "Wow, my girls are looking good." It's inevitable we'll see "the girls" on t.v., but when "the girls" are exposed in person that's quite awkward. While I was picking my daughter up from an event a lady came bebopping towards me. All I could see were her "perky girls". "Julie, Julie", she kept yelling, I wanted to be absorbed like paint on the wall and disappear. As she approached me, my first thought was to yell, "Stop, I think your girls are in a race to the top and I don't want to see which one wins." As the lady and I were finishing our conversation, I looked down at my daughter who had the expression of "good grief what's up with those girls" and we walked away. I knew the question would be asked before we reached the car, "Why do some females show "their girls"? Good question I answered and therefore we ask, "Excuse me, why do you let your girls show?"

"The Who's"

2008-03-14T08:57:00.003-05:00

The Who's can rub off on you
The Who's will lift you up or bring you down
The Who's help mold your inner being
The Who's are all around
Who are you?
A Who?
Or you?