Many of you are probably wondering about the name of my blog. Here is my story.
A couple years ago, I was driving home from the grocery store in my old Dodge Durango. I was in a hurry, because I had to drop off my groceries and get to another one of the many demands of my life (probably Little Leage Football!) My teenage son sat next to me and my younger daughter the back seat. I turned off the highway onto the street near my subdivision. The road curved sharply so I couldn't see what was around the corner. As I headed around the corner obeying all the trafic laws (always five to ten miles over the speed limit!) there standing right smack dab in the middle of the road...yes, a chicken in the road. Did I mention that I don't handle frightening situations well? Have I mentioned that I don't handle stressful situations calmly and rationally? Hmmm. I started screaming in my high pitched voice "There's a chicken in the road!!!" at the same time my foot is going through the floor board slamming on my brakes. I could'nt run that chicken over, no matter how dumb it was. That was something my Dad would have done (and did!) not me. My kids started laughing uncontrollably at me and to this day, my son will yell out randomly "There's a chicken in the road!" I am often the recipient of the family jokes.
OK, So why name my blog this? Well, I have thought often about that chicken and how I seem to always be encountering "chickens" in my road of life. Just when I'm riding life's highway, I am caught off unaware, of some big challenge blocking my way in life. Sometimes I have to sit there and be patient and wait until it passes. Other times, I figure out a way to drive around the challenge quickly and all will be well again And then there are the times that my stubborn and rebellious side of me just slam on the gas and drive right through it! Ha ha!
Friday, September 10, 2010
It was my last day of school of my ninth grade year. I remember it like it was yesterday. The bell rang for school to get out and me and my friends were heading down the connecting road that lead from the school to McDonald's to get some ice cream. We got as far as the LDS Seminary building and the "Stoner" girls were standing there waiting. I hung around with one of the girls at the beginning of the school year, but she wasn't my type, so I stopped hanging around her. Her name was Gale. I remember she walked up to me and told me she wanted to fight because "I stole all her friends away." It was such a dumb reason and I told her that. She told me that if I didn't fight her, then I would have to fight "Shannon." OK, well this "Shannon" just stood there...towering over me and I was shaking so bad. My friends seemed to lose there senses and kinda stepped away, leaving me on my own. Gale pushed me and I knew I right then that I had two choices. Run or fight. I was a girlie girl. I couldn't even play sports because I was so uncoordinated! There wasn't really anywhere to run, so I shoved her back. Although I didn't know it, we were attracting quite a crowd around us. Including boys. I just felt frightened and humiliated. How could my last day of school take this kind of turn for the worse? She shoved me and I shoved and then it all happened super fast. It turned into a huge "cat fight!" She was clawing me and I was clawing her. I remember feeling dizzy because I was so scared. I shoved her and she fell down on the curb where there was a parked car. She hit her head on the hub cap of the tire and she tried to get up and I pounced on her. The next thing you know...I'm sitting right on her and she is clawing me and I clawed her shirt. All at once, her shirt flew open, buttons flying and there she is with her shirt wide open, showing here entire bra! The boys all started cheering, need I say more. We both got up at the same time and she was so embarrassed, as she tried to fix her shirt. I turned around at that moment and headed for the school. It was done and I won. But I didn't feel like a winner. I was crying. My friends consoled me as we got into the school. I remember that evening clearly. My mom wasn't home when I got home from school that day. I waited. I heard her truck pull into the drive way and I ran to her. As she opened her door, I burst into her arms and cried like a baby! It was my first and only fight. I fought hard and I fought dirty. Dirty, as in tearing off her clothes! Ha ha! I laugh about that often. I will never forget the look on her face when her buttons popped off her shirt! I never did make it to McDonald's that day...