Drive, Drive, Drive...

Growing up I've often heard stories from my parents about silly or cute things I did when I was little. One of those stories involves my "first" time behind the wheel. Being an observant (and only) child I decided one day while at my great-grandmothers to take a "drive around town". My mom recalls me going into the laundry room with keys and purse in hand. I sat down on a little stool and then closed the door. From the other side my mom could hear me saying, in my sweet little voice, "drive, drive, drive..." As I got older I remember always being amazed and intrigued in the car. I would sit in the passenger seat and watch each thing the person driving would do. I'm sure I about drove my grandma crazy with the countless questions (why does the light turn? what does that sign say? How do you make the car go?).

One Christmas, I must have been around 5 or so, I got a little tykes car. You know, the big plastic car you petaled Fred Flinstone style. Well, that car was about all I played with for months on end. I was lucky enough to get to keep it in the living room and also got the matching gas station. I pushed that thing all around!

Fast forward a few years and I was learning how to drive the real thing! I had a minor mishap while learning to drive and most of my required 50 hours behind the wheel were clocked driving around a local grave yard. Yes, my mom had a hay day dishing out the jokes about not having to worry about hitting the dead people! After the day I passed my drivers test I was over the moon in LOVE with driving. I would come up with random errands or places just to get behind the wheel. The feeling of driving was a true glimpse into adulthood.

As I got older driving became less fun. After having a simi-long distance relationship with Scott in the beginning, I began to dislike driving.

I quickly realized today how much I've come to see driving as a chore. I guess I was spoiled before moving down here to the Hoosier state. In Ohio we were so close to any and all stores. I took shopping at whim for granted, knowing that every store I could dream of was a mire 10 minutes away (at most!). Today I planned on going to JoAnn's to pick up some supplies. I am learning to quilt and knit and needed some supplies not found at the local Wal-Mart. It was a 45 minute drive to the nearest store! I couldn't believe it! I was reminded again why I don't so much care for driving... and wish we were a little closer to shops!

I did manage to find the store though, sans GPS! ( a huge accomplishment!) and get the things I was needing to buy.

...And I can't say all driving is bad. There are times when I'm alone in the car and talking to God that I feel so connected and close to Him. Some of my greatest times of prayer and worship have happened in the car. If only those times happened more often. Maybe that's a good goal to strive for in this new year.

A New Year!

Welcome 2010!

I just spent the night watching the movie Julie and Julia and it has inspired me to start a new hobby (as I'm sure it has many other viewers) of writing my own little blog here on the internet.

A little about me. My name is Dawn. I am married to my husband Scott. We have been married for almost a year and a half! Together we are raising our fist child (a furry puppy) named Newbit (yes, he has a wacky name, it's a long story to be shared some other day). We are both Buckeyes recently relocated to the southern part of the Hoosier state. We are here to pursue our calling of working in ministry. Scott is an Associate Pastor at a local church (thus the reason for the BIG move). He also works with computers. I am getting ready to embark on my first quarter at the local private college to finish my BA in Early Childhood Education and will soon be on the hunt for some part-time employment.

So, that's a little bit about our little family. I hope this blogs serves as a way to stay connected with our family members near and far (and maybe make some new friends?) as I share our life stories.