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Many of us have spent a considerable amount of time thinking, dreaming and praying for someday.

Someday I’ll be old enough to drive
Someday I’ll move out and get my own place
Someday I’ll have my dream job
Someday I’ll get these bills paid off
Someday I’ll meet my soul mate
Someday I’ll be happily married
Someday I’ll have children
Someday I’ll be married (again)
Someday I’ll get into shape
Someday I’ll stop smoking (drinking, using, etc.)
Someday I’ll stand up for myself
Someday I’ll say I’m sorry
Someday I’ll say I forgive you
Someday I’ll forgive myself
Someday I’ll believe that dreams come true

There are some somedays that are just that–Someday. Now’s not the right time. Just don’t let someday turn into I wish I had. It takes courage and perserverance to make Someday a real day.

But you’ve got it in you.

I just know you do…

Someday (by Rob Thomas)

You can go
You can start all over again
You can try to find a way to make another day go by
You can hide
Hold all your feelings inside
You can try to carry on when all you want to do is cry

And maybe someday
We’ll figure all this out
Try to put an end to all our doubt
Try to find a way to make things better now and
Maybe someday we’ll live our lives out loud
We’ll be better off somehow

Now wait
And try to find another mistake
If you throw it all away then maybe you can change your mind
You can run, oh
And when everything is over and done
You can shine a little light on everything around you
Man it’s good to be someone

And maybe someday
We’ll figure all this out
Try to put an end to all our doubt
Try to find a way to make things better now and
Maybe someday we’ll live our lives out loud
We’ll be better off somehow

And I don’t want to wait
I just want to know
I just want to hear you tell me so
Give it to me straight
Tell it to me slow

Cause maybe someday
We’ll figure all this out
We’ll put an end to all our doubt
Try to find a way to just feel better now and
Maybe someday we’ll live our lives out loud
We’ll be better off somehow

Cause sometimes we don’t really notice
Just how good it can get
So maybe we should start all over
Start all over again


I have a confession to make, which will probably come as no surprise to anyone who knows me well: I’m not a big fan of women’s bible studies. I know, that sounds horribly un-Christian of me, but most women’s bible study books just leave me feeling either angry, inept or both. And the Proverbs 31 Woman? Sheesh! Talk about an ego crusher! What woman could possibly attain that kind of virtue? It’s discouraging for me to have studies centered around the woman I should be instead of the one that I am. But when my friend Tamara (pastor’s wife) mentioned a women’s bible study, I knew it would be different than most, as she has the same aversion to most women’s bible studies as I do.

For the next several weeks, the guys at C3 will be discussing Wild at Heart: Discovering the Secret of a Man’s Soul and the gals will be studying Captivating: Unveiling the Mystery of a Woman’s Soul. Wild at Heart was written by John Eldredge and Captivating was written by John and his wife Stasi.

I’m looking forward to diving into this book and this study and I hope to share more with you in the coming weeks. If you’re interested in reading it, here’s a brief excerpt from the intro:

The mystery of the feminine heart was meant to be a good thing, by the way. A source of joy. Yet it has become a source of shame–women almost universally feel that they are “too much” and “not what they should be”. And men tend to pull away from the deeper waters of a woman’s soul, unsure of what they will find there or how to handle it. And so we have missed the treasure that is the heart of a woman, missed the richness femininity was meant to bring to our lives, missed the way it speaks to us of the heart of God.

Rest assured–this is not a book about all the things you are failing to do as a woman. We’re tired of those books. As a new Christian, the first book I (Stasi) picked up to read on godly femininity I threw across the room…In the 25 years since, I have only read a few I could wholeheartedly recommend. The rest drive me crazy. Their messages to women make me feel as though, “You are not the woman you ought to be–but if you do the following ten things, you can make the grade.” They are, by and large, soul-killing. But femininity cannot be prescribed in a formula…

Sometime between the dreams of your youth and yesterday, something precious has been lost. And that treasure is your heart, your priceless feminine heart. God has set within you a femininity that is powerful and tender, fierce and alluring. No doubt it has been misunderstood. Surely it has been assaulted. But it is there, your true heart, and it is worth recovering.
You are captivating.

Katdishionary, Part 10

That’s right, people! This is the 10th installment of the never-ending series of blog fodder known as the katdishionary. As I mentioned in my last installment, all previous katdishionary words are compiled for your convenience on the tab marked “katdishionary”. Um, except this one.

But I’ll get around to it eventually…

And now, on with the katdishionary:

IEEKEE (pronounced EYE-EEE-KEY)

Definition: A international home products Dutch corporation that designs and sells ready to assemble furniture, appliances and home accessories.

Origin: The pronunciation is from my Japanese mother, who despite living in the US for over 50 years, still calls IKEA I-ee-Kee. I’ll probably share some more interesting pronunciations with you in future posts, because chances are pretty good she’ll never read this. She never uses computers, unless you count slot machines and ATMs.

Katfight (pronounced kat-fite)

Definition: “The consequences of one’s being a stupid @$$ and being found out by a Kathy. Theses consequences include more verbal violence than physical, but if it comes to it, the Kathy will hurt the perpetrator.”

Origin: A comment from my friend Jake Lee from Very Much Later who offered this new entry into the katdishionary after reading my post Pardon me while I rant incessantly: Selling ARCs for fun and profit. Thanks, Jake.

Prostitot (pronounced pro-sti-tot).
Definition: A popular form of dressing young girls incredibly inappropriately, made more convenient by major retailers who seem to sell clothing intended for tiny pop stars and groupies

Origin: Comments section of my post Super Skanktacular Saturday Giveaway! where I gave away a priceless set of Bratz dolls bearing a striking resemblance to the Kardashian sisters:

The competition was fierce, as there were many good entries into the contest, but commenter Erin was chosen by the judges for introducing us to a new word, prostitot:

“Great giveaway! Here is why I want my two year old to have them. I’m a bit overweight so I’m not properly able to display for my prostitot the styles and fashions that will attract all the boys and girls in her youth group. These shameless hussy dolls give me the chance to properly model for my sweet innocent little girl the way modern tweens dress and act!”

(Thanks, Erin. Don’t you just love educational toys?)

This concludes this addition to the katdishionary. Keep those cards and letters coming!

Stay Hungry (Repost)

Excerpt from Duma Key by Stephen King:

How to Draw a Picture (Part 3)

Stay hungry. It worked for Michelangelo, it worked for Picasso, and it works for a hundred thousand artists who do it not for love (although that might play a part) but in order to put food on the table. If you want to translate the world, you need to use your appetites. Does this surprise you? It shouldn’t. There’s no creation without talent, I give you that, but talent is cheap. Talent goes begging. Hunger is the piston of art.

For those of you who are blessed (or cursed, depending on your perspective) with the desire to create, what drives that desire? What do you hunger for?

It is the ultimate luxury to be able to make a living doing something you love. Sure, there are parts of every job one might consider drudgery, but such is life.

As I’ve mentioned, I am a painter. And while I can’t say with a straight face that it’s a living, it is a job I love. While I certainly utilize my creativity in my work, most projects are hardly art. Murals are the exception to this, but they do not represent the majority of my work.

I often hear leaders in business and ministry stress that you should not take criticism or rejection personally. While I agree with that to a certain degree, I guess I’m hard wired to believe differently.

How can you pour your heart into a creative endeavor – writing, creating music, painting, poetry, etc., and then NOT take it personally when your work is criticized or rejected? Especially when it is rejected by the so called experts?

I’m learning only the bravest of souls dare to subject themselves to this type of abuse.

Hunger is indeed the piston of art.

I still don’t dare consider myself any type of serious writer, and my limited exposure to the world of publishing has temporarily put any personal aspirations on hold. But then I remember one of my favorite quotes, and it gives me a bit of courage. Hope it does the same for you.

“What you really have to do, if you want to be creative, is to unlearn all the teasing and censoring that you’ve experienced throughout your life. If you are truly a creative person, you know that feeling insecure and lonely is par for the course. You can’t have it both ways: You can’t be creative and conform, too. You have to recognize that what makes you different also makes you creative.”

– Arno Penzias, 1978 Nobel Prize winner for physics

Who God loves

“God loves human beings. God loves the world. Not an ideal human, but human beings as they are; not an ideal world, but the real world. What we find repulsive in their opposition to God, what we shrink back from with pain and hostility, namely, real human beings, the real world, this is for God the ground of unfathomable love.”
~ Dietrich Bonhoeffer

Warning: Twitter update w/much talk of yarking

It’s been several weeks since I’ve done a twitter update. I’ve been busy with some other stuff, then I got sick this week, etc. So, when I sat down to compile my tweets from the past few weeks, I started putting some things together based on tweets and the timeline.

Do you want to know a theory of mine? Editing makes you sick. As always, these tweets are in backwards order. If you’ll notice, early on, @billycoffey was sick (while still maintaining his no-vomit streak). Guess what he was doing when he got sick? Editing. Then, a few days later, I got sick. Guess what I’ve been doing? Yep–editing. So there you go…

Of course, it could have been that deep-fried Monte Cristo sandwich I ate the other night, but you never know…

A very edited version of the best of me (or not) on the twitter for the past couple of weeks:

@billycoffey Bet that moment was right up there w/reading your book. Snort!

RT @billycoffey: SNOW DAY endorser Don Mattingly named manager of Los Angeles Dodgers

RT badbananaWhen Frodo was saved by giant eagles after walking all the way to Mt. Doom, I bet he was all “WE HAVE GIANT EAGLES?!?!?!”

I am convinced there is some unwritten ordinance that requires that at least one nail salon occupy space at any strip mall.

“Children need encouragement. If a kid gets an answer right, tell him it was a lucky guess. That way he develops a good, lucky feeling. – J Handy

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go back to bed & pray that I start feeling better or Jesus comes back.

Subtitled: I think I have food poisoning. Please feel free to submit many haikus tomorrow.

I am sick. I was going to write a katdishionary post tomorrow, but b/c @marni71 & @redclaydiaries inspired me, tomorrow: Platypus Rainbow 2

Okay, feeling crappy. Gonna try and get some rest. Miss me!

Well, @billycoffey may be the Cal Ripken of not puking, but I broke my streak in spades last night. Ugh!

Daughter: I’ve been hanging out w/the other Asian girls at school. Me: you’re 1/4 Asian. Daughter: I know,but still.

Decision is a sharp knife that cuts clean & straight. Indecision is a dull one that hacks & tears & leaves ragged edges behind.~J McKeithen

RT beckfromfrogandtoad The kids are s-p-e-l-l-i-n-g their conversation to keep it a secret from me. INGENIOUS!

@ExpeditionNovel It would probably be a mostly true work of fiction. Or, as I like to call it, a Faction.

@ExpeditionNovel Thanks. I appreciate that. But when it comes to my own writing, I have a tendency towards devastating laziness

@gyoung9751 More of a life verse, really. (in reply to gyoung9751 @katdish “if veiled threats of violence work, I’m willing to go there.” A theme for the advertising campaign?)

@salamicat I want you to read @billycoffey’s book because you want to, but if veiled threats of violence work, I’m willing to go there

RT @billycoffey: There is magic in this world, I will say. God is the magician. And we are His hands. – #SnowDay

RT @marni71: @katdish Don’t think it’s robots, but I don’t think they can help u since they R busy w/their banana eating & poo flinging

@marni71 Do they have actual humans working there, or just robots?

Do you know what’s great? Sending an email to Amazon only to get a computer generated auto-reply that does not address the issue. – NOT

Wise counsel >RT @billycoffey: @kelybreez I’ve never known @katdish not to be. Wouldn’t want to get on her bad side, though.

@TchrEric Good morning, Eric. You’d better have a great day. (in reply to TchrEric @katdish Morning bossy lady! :))

@billycoffey Again, you’re welcome. It’s what I do. (in reply to billycoffey @HeatheroftheEO I think @katdish thinks she’s a role model and spiritual guide to everyone.)

Did you know you can get War & Peace free on Kindle? Much lighter than its original hardcover version.

When I asked why she was selling it, she said because people collect them. Oh, that makes it okay.

Can y’all read what that says? I bought it off some troll who doesn’t care they’re taking money from the author.

@HeatheroftheEO She’s too stubborn to be molded. (in reply to HeatheroftheEO RT @katdish: @TchrEric I consider myself more of a role model and spiritual guide to @billycoffey (I thought you led @redclaydiaries too?)

@TchrEric I consider myself more of a role model and spiritual guide to @billycoffey

@TchrEric I’m a bossy everything. (in reply to TchrEric @katdish Oh….and you would know about the “bossy mom” thing right? :))

If eating peanut butter straight out of the jar is wrong, I don’t wanna be right.

Yes…THAT Don Mattingly!

“Everybody needs a snow day! To slow down and take a breath of what really is important.” ~ Don Mattingly

@learell RT @katdish: Does anyone know when the new Angry Birds game is coming out? // One day before my wife leaves me.

Just looked at the fundraising stuff my kids brought home. 3 beautiful, full color catalogs of crap I don’t need.

“And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy”~Gibran

“I’ve no time for broads who want to rule the world alone. Without men, who’d do up the zipper on the back of your dress?” – Bette Davis

@TchrEric Did you know that @billycoffey hasn’t puked since Christmas Eve, 1995? That’s impressive.

@billycoffey I think I just threw up in my mouth a little. (in reply to billycoffey @katdish Something’s loaded.)

@billycoffey Bases loaded? (in reply to billycoffey @katdish It’s the bottom of the ninth.)

@billycoffey Are you still the Carl Ripken of not puking? Is your streak still alive?

Kitchen Tip: Never store paprika next to cinnamon. #oatmealfail

“I haven’t thrown up since Christmas Eve, 1995. I’m the Cal Ripken of not puking.” – @billycoffey

RTnoveldoctor Deep-frying makes everything taste better. Except maybe disappointment. And Junior Mints

@HeatherSunseri Remember the good old days when you put on mascara while driving instead of checking your emails?

@PaperIsDue Are you saying Paper is Due is not your real name? (in reply to PaperIsDue I think of you all by your twitter names. If I ever meet you in real life, I will call you the wrong thing.)

@MarketerMikeE Don’t sell yourself short, Mike. I’m sure you’ve annoyed lots of people on twitter. (in reply to MarketerMikeE I haven’t annoyed enough people on Twitter, I’ve decided to take a crack at it on Facebook.)

*?*&@#!!! Ahh…I feel better now.

Having a corn dog for lunch. Was going to go w/mustard, but I’m trying to eat more fruits & veggies. Ketchup it is.

So…trying to check off a bunch of stuff from my To-Do list this morning. Think I need to take a short breather. Hello, #AngryBirds!

@sarahmsalter Oh, wait…it’s not directness I struggle with. It’s sarcasm

@sarahmsalter You know, I struggle with being direct sometimes, but I think I’m getting better, don’t you?

Too subtle?

Writing my endorsement for @billycoffey’s soon to be released debut novel, #SnowDay. How’s this?: “Buy this book, or you’re dead to me.”

@CandySteele So, what is that? Squitter? (in reply to CandySteele @katdish In the squirrel world, they are only allowed 15 characters. Unless you’re a ninja squirrel.)

@CandySteele @redclaydiaries He certainly has an economy of words. But maybe not for a squirrel

@redclaydiaries GAAAA! Where’s my backscratcher (in reply to redclaydiaries @katdish Good idea. How bout a dog hair snuggie?)

@redclaydiaries You know what your avatar needs? Some dog hair. Maybe one of those ribbons made of dog hair.

@redclaydiaries Hey! Like you new avatar, just can’t get used to it. Keep wondering who that chick in my friends column is. Delete

Thinking of writing a song about washing my daughter’s clothes all day. Working title: “Glitter in the lint trap”

Anyone who says a dog is not useful has never spilled a plate of rice on the kitchen floor.

Sorry….had to rant. Carry on…

I’m so sick of unethical people.

And you are on my crap list in black sharpie.

If you have a publisher’s copy of a book marked “not for resale” & you choose to sell it, you’re taking money away from the author.

Well, duh…I had no idea Angry birds had secret powers.

@melissa_rae There are some who follow for the courtesy refollow & then dump you. Gotta lay the unfollow hammer down on them.

Fixin’ to go eat some Tex-Mex. If you don’t know what that is, so sorry. You’re missing out.

Motivation and intent mean a great deal to me. Don’t NOT do something b/c you’re afraid to get caught, don’t do it b/c it’s WRONG.

@duane_scott Who me? Bossy?

Never been much for computer games. So how is it that Angry Birds is appealing? It just makes me smile.

Playtpus Rainbow 2 (subtitled I think I have food poisoning)

Last year I underwent some outpatient surgery and asked my readers to submit a haiku or haikus to entertain me whilst loopy on pain medication. As I type this post, it is 1:45 p.m. on Thursday, I have been in bed all day with a bucket on my nightstand. Right after I finish typing this, my plan is to go back to bed and start praying that either I start to feel better or Jesus comes back, whichever comes first.

I know for a fact that many of you are quite creative. With this in mind, I am asking that you again submit via the comments section your own haiku or haikus. Please keep in mind that I may be in a fever induced state of semi consciousness, so I’m sure they will all be wonderful.

I will begin with the haiku that inspired the original post, courtesy of my friend Wendy from Weight What:

Haikus Are Easy
But Sometimes They Don’t Make Sense

which I emailed to my friends Jeff and Tamara, who responded in kind:

Haikus Are OK
If You Like That Sort Of Thing
The Giving Wombat

to which I responded:

Sometimes I wonder
What life is really about
Platypus Rainbow

Should you need further inspiration, check out last year’s submissions here: Platypus Rainbow Revisited

So there you have it. Dazzle me. You’ll be glad you did…

(Or not.)

Special thanks to @redclaydiaries (Steph) and @marni71 (Marns) for tweeting something about “rainbow platypus” and “barfdish”. It’s nice to know y’all got my back when I’m barfing into a bucket and off the interwebs.

Exciting Announcement!

Monday is Billy Coffey day here at Today is no exception. However, rather than reading a post from Billy, I’d like to share some exciting news about Billy.

Today, he is announcing that Snow Day is available for pre-order online. It’s a great book. But don’t take my word for it, here’s what others are saying:

“SNOW DAY is the kind of book you savor, then read again. Simple, yet profound. Spare, but beautiful. I loved this book.” ~ Mary DeMuth, author of the Defiance Texas trilogy and Thin Places 2010

“Everybody needs a snow day! To slow down and take a breath of what really is important.” ~ Don Mattingly, 1985 American League MVP 2010

“With SNOW DAY, Billy offers further proof that the blogger-turned-author is a trend we’ve barely touched on. Honest, insightful, and packed with the writing people fell in love with online, SNOW DAY makes me proud to be a blogger.” ~ Jonathan Acuff, author of Stuff Christians Like 2010

“Billy Coffey has a way of writing that draws you into his story, which then allows you to find yourself in it. In this book he’ll encourage you to pay attention, to laugh, and to wonder.” ~ Vince Antonucci, author of I Became a Christian and All I Got Was this Lousy T-Shirt & Guerilla Lovers 2010

“Buy this book, or you’re dead to me.” ~ katdish 2010

(There are many more glowing reviews, but I think that last one speaks volumes, don’t you?)

In classic Coffeyesqe style, Billy has written a story about how life imitates art, and art returns the favor. Read all about it at his website today.

BTW, Snow Day would make an excellent Christmas gift for anyone on your shopping list that can read. On second thought, it’s also available in an audiobook format, so it’s pretty much perfect for anyone.

Okay, you’re probably thinking I’m just saying that because I want Snow Day to sell a bazillion copies. And while I certainly can’t deny that, if you’ve read my blog for any amount of time you also know that I would never recommend a book I didn’t think was thoroughly worth your time and hard earned money. Snow Day truly is such a book. Pinky promise.

Tell us of pain

An excerpt from The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran

“And a woman spoke, saying, Tell us of Pain.

And he said:

Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.

Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.

And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;

And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.

And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.

Much of your pain is self-chosen.

It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.

Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity:

For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,

And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has moistened with His own sacred tears.”

Nine years and counting

Monday, September 11, 2001

My day began as most did back then. Awakened by the soft cries from the baby monitor, I dragged myself out of bed and made my way upstairs to tend to my baby girl, just over a month old. With a full tummy and a clean diaper, she fell asleep in my arms and I enjoyed the few precious moments of quiet before my four year old boy came bounding down the stairs.

My husband was enroute to the airport. He had reservations for a flight to California. A flight that would not take off that morning.

By 7:00 a.m. CST, my son had eaten his breakfast and was watching Franklin the Turtle on Nick Jr.

A few minutes before 8:00 AM, the phone rang. I correctly assumed that it was my husband calling to check in.

“Good morning,” I said.

“Are you watching TV?”

“Cameron’s watching Nick Jr. Franklin’s on and…”

“Turn on the news.”

“What’s going on?”

“Turn on the news!”

“Okay, but…”

I watched in stunned silence as smoke poured out of the north tower of the World Trade Center.

Moments later, still on the phone with my husband, my mind tried to compute what my eyes were seeing on the television screen.

I thought to myself, “Are they showing a re-run from a different angle? No, that’s not the case because the building beside it is already burning.”

What I and millions of others were witnessing live on television was United Airlines Flight #175 crashing into the south tower of the World Trade Center.

“What does this mean? What does this mean?!?

“It means we’ve been attacked. It means we’re going to war.”

  • 8:46 a.m. EST American Airlines Flight #11 strikes the North Tower of the World Trade Center
  • 9:03 a.m. EST United Airlines Flight #175 strikes the South Tower of the World Trade Center
  • 9:37 a.m. EST American Airlines Flight #77 strikes the Pentagon in Washington, D.C.
  • 10:03 a.m. EST United Airlines Flight #93 crashes in a field near Shanksville, PA.

Nine years later, I wonder if so many who stood in unison and promised, “We will never forget” choose to forget 364 days of the year. (And yes, I include myself in this group.) The recent news about building a mosque in the shadow of where the twin towers stood has been the source of much impassioned debate. It has brought back many painful memories of that fateful day. And I don’t think that’s necessarily a bad thing. Because it was, and still is painful. Amid all the calls for tolerance and understanding these days, one fact remains for me:

The world where I tucked my children into their beds the night of September 10, 2001 ceased to exist on the following morning.

And while I will be tolerant of others who do not share my beliefs, I will NEVER be tolerant of those who set out to destroy that world. My kids will never live in that world that existed before 9/11, and I’m angry about it still. Forgive? I’ll be honest, I’m still working on that one. Forget? Not very likely.

Where were you the day the world changed forever?

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