The Beginning

The “shop” as we so endearingly refer to it, is our auto body collision repair business that we started in April 2000.  My husband grew up in this industry at the very shop that we purchased from his uncle.  We actually have a great testimony of how we came to be the proud owners of this fine establishment. 

It was Thanksgiving and we had gone to Cloudcroft, NM with all of my family and with my sweet in-laws.  We had an eventful few days filled with eating, shopping and hiking in the mountain air and the weekend had come to an end.  The plan was for us to drive John’s parents home and then we would proceed home to Austin.    As we traversed the winding roads down the mountain, conversation turned to John’s uncle’s body shop in his hometown.  He was well passed the age of retirement and none of his five sons were interested in taking on the task of managing the family business.  We are not sure if it was planned or not, but seeds were planted that afternoon.  Seeds of dreams, plans, visions of uprooting and moving to a small West Texas town.  We didn’t know how it would happen.  It seemed crazy and scary, yet at the same time, it felt right.

After we dropped his parents off, we talked non-stop the remaining five hours of the drive home.  We had no clue how to buy a business.  We had a huge task ahead of us.  We had never borrowed that kind of money before.  We both had good, stable jobs.  Is this really what we should be thinking?  Truthfully, we had felt a sense of urgency for a good three months past that we never could put our fingers on.  It was a stirring for change.  Was this what God had been preparing us for, getting us all primed up and ready to receive such a notion of becoming entrepreneurs?  We had to weigh out all of our options.   

 I was in my second year of teaching elementary school.  And, I loved it.  I had finally found my calling, my passion; and, I put my heart into it.  I loved my students, their parents and I especially loved my colleagues.  I was blessed with a fantastic principal and team teachers.  This was really not the right time to go and change everything.  And, John was the top-paid technician at a body shop that was within walking distance of our home.  He walked to and from work everyday and enjoyed coming home for lunch and a daily dose of “Days of Our Lives” (his secret addiction).  Life as we knew it was about to change. 

To Be Continued…


Longhorn Family

Her first Texas vs. Tech game in 2009. We won!

We come from a divided family, so to speak.  I am from Austin and graduated from the University of Texas (at Austin)let’s hear a loud “Hook’em”!  John’s adult children grew up in Lubbock and are pretty much die-hard Texas Tech fans.  We are actually all pretty civil toward one another when it comes to this rivalry, but I am tempted to make that snide phone call offering my condolences every time we (the Longhorn family) beats Tech.  But, alas, I do refrain.  So humble of me, don’t you think? 

This afternoon, Sam (the five-year old) comes up to me and declares that he is a Longhorn, and mommy is a Longhorn and little sister is a Longhorn and we all do the hook’em horns sign.  But, he pursues, he has never seen Daddy do the hook’em horns sign (picture little fingers attempting to make a hook’em horns).  He is wondering, he says, is Daddy a secret “what is that place in Lubbock”?  I remind him.  He says, “oh, yeah.  Do you think Daddy is one of those Red Raiders?”.  I hide my amusement and say, “So, you think Daddy might be a secret Red Raider?”.  He replies with, “Nah, he wouldn’t be.  He has a Longhorn family.  He has a life (he meant wife) who is a Longhorn.  We just need to tell him to do ‘hook ’em horns’ with us.” 

We are a Longhorn family.  I just need to remind my sweetheart.  Although, Red Raider country is not looking too bad as my kids are growing and I know will one day be choosing a university.  No, Lubbock, is much closer than Austin.  I think I might be able to be a Texas Tech supporter (maybe someday).

Good Hair

It is amazing what a new haircut and color can do for a person.  I got my hair cut and got some highlights and lowlights put in it, and now I am a new woman!  My new hairstylist guru Michael at Christy’s Hair Studio and Spa in downtown Big Spring is a true artist.  I have several friends who have gone to him for years and one day I just decided that it was time for me to give him a try.  Trying out a new stylist can be a very nerve-racking experience.  I went to the same girl for over 10 years.  She is located in north Austin and I am in West Texas.  The haircuts were becoming few and far between.  Yet, I was still having a hard time finding someone in my area.  But, I am so glad that I finally took the steps to find someone new.  Like I was saying before, I am a new woman!  I have not received so numerous compliments on my hair in a very, very, very long time (maybe never).  My husband loves it.  My friends love it.  Even my 5 year-old son has been telling me that my hair looks really pretty.  I would even venture to say that my non-friends (if I have any) are quite envious of the new do!  Can you tell it has given me some new found confidence?  If anyone is in need of a stylist, I would like to HIGHLY recommend Michael.  He is a Picasso.  The cat’s meow.  The cherry on top.  Cooler than the other side of the pillow.  Amaaaaazing! 

He also gave Sam a haircut.  I don’t know if it has had the same effect on him.  I haven’t been able to get him to let me do the fauxhawk since that day.  (Big frowny face!)

Proverbs 22:1

A good name is more desirable than great riches; to be esteemed is better than silver or gold.

All Cleaned Up

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