I don't know your opinion about Vick, but this story is one that so many people don't understand. Tony Dungey is an exceptional man and this story explains more about why he's so great.
A coach's faith: Why Dungy helped Vick return
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Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
3 Day Rule Explained
I have recently rediscovered my love for the show "How I Met Your Mother" and this was at the start of the show. It starts with Barney answering the question 'Who made up the wait-3-days-to-call-a-woman-rule anyways?' Here is the answer:
By the way, he speaks the truth!
By the way, he speaks the truth!
Friday, September 4, 2009
My First Time
Wednesday was a monumental day. That may be pushing it a bit, but I had another first in my life: a tattoo. As many of you have said, I never thought I would see the day that I would get one. I have always wanted one, but I have been deathly afraid. Who knowingly puts themselves through a torturous process like tattooing? Well, ME!
How did it all come about? I knew what and where I wanted to get it, a cross on my wrist, but I didn’t have a design in mind. I started to seriously look through some drawings and other tattoos and I found it, a wooden cross with cool detail. I wanted to put a verse with it and I finally decided on Galatians 2:20. “I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.” I mean WOW. That verse is everything I was looking for.
I actually had been trying to get it done for two weeks by a guy who worked on some close friends. He ended up flaking on me two weeks in a row, so my friend Tiffany recommended another guy named Joe. I made the appointment and already had a better feeling about this guy. D-day was set for Wednesday at 5 p.m.
When I walked into the tattoo parlor, another guy was working on someone and I heard that noise, that buzzing and I was instantly more nervous. I met Joe and was glad to find out he was Christian too. He drew up my design and it was exactly what I was hoping for. Now it was time. I felt myself trying to stall. Ben was coming from work and wasn’t there yet. But the time was upon me and I wasn’t going to back down now. I kept telling him how nervous I was, but he kept reassuring me it would be fine.
When he did the first line, it wasn’t nearly as bad as I was thinking. I mean it hurt, but it was bearable. I gave myself a pep talk and I think it worked. Though I am pretty sure I was forgetting to breathe because about 10 minutes into it, I felt sick. It wasn’t bad or anything, I just was concentrating on the tattoo so much that I stopped breathing normal. Ben got me some water and a little piece of chocolate and I was fine (what a great boyfriend). Just a momentary lapse of, you know, breathing.
It literally was under 20 minutes from when I went back to his area to the finished product. I was thankful for that. He cleaned me up and I was out of there. The end product was better than I could have imagined. The detail on the cross is exactly what I was looking for and it’s the perfect size.
And that was it. I finally have my first, and most likely last, tattoo. Thank you all for the great comments on Facebook. I hope I proved I’m not just talk, but I am all about the action!
How did it all come about? I knew what and where I wanted to get it, a cross on my wrist, but I didn’t have a design in mind. I started to seriously look through some drawings and other tattoos and I found it, a wooden cross with cool detail. I wanted to put a verse with it and I finally decided on Galatians 2:20. “I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me.” I mean WOW. That verse is everything I was looking for.
I actually had been trying to get it done for two weeks by a guy who worked on some close friends. He ended up flaking on me two weeks in a row, so my friend Tiffany recommended another guy named Joe. I made the appointment and already had a better feeling about this guy. D-day was set for Wednesday at 5 p.m.
When I walked into the tattoo parlor, another guy was working on someone and I heard that noise, that buzzing and I was instantly more nervous. I met Joe and was glad to find out he was Christian too. He drew up my design and it was exactly what I was hoping for. Now it was time. I felt myself trying to stall. Ben was coming from work and wasn’t there yet. But the time was upon me and I wasn’t going to back down now. I kept telling him how nervous I was, but he kept reassuring me it would be fine.
When he did the first line, it wasn’t nearly as bad as I was thinking. I mean it hurt, but it was bearable. I gave myself a pep talk and I think it worked. Though I am pretty sure I was forgetting to breathe because about 10 minutes into it, I felt sick. It wasn’t bad or anything, I just was concentrating on the tattoo so much that I stopped breathing normal. Ben got me some water and a little piece of chocolate and I was fine (what a great boyfriend). Just a momentary lapse of, you know, breathing.
It literally was under 20 minutes from when I went back to his area to the finished product. I was thankful for that. He cleaned me up and I was out of there. The end product was better than I could have imagined. The detail on the cross is exactly what I was looking for and it’s the perfect size.
And that was it. I finally have my first, and most likely last, tattoo. Thank you all for the great comments on Facebook. I hope I proved I’m not just talk, but I am all about the action!
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