Redhead – Deana O'Hara – Speaker, Comedian, Writer

Confusing a redhead with a scratching post is a mistake people only make once. Just because we don’t start cat fights (secure women don’t need to) does not mean we are afraid to finish them.

I can remember when my husband bought me a diamond tennis bracelet for Christmas 15 years ago. I’ve never owned anything so pretty in my entire life. It’s not like we had a lot of money either. He just wanted to surprise me, and surprise me he did. I love that bracelet.

We were at a New Year’s Eve party at a friend’s house and I showed it to someone. I wasn’t bragging about the bracelet I just wanted to brag on my husband for being so romantic.

Besides, she asked.

Her comment?

“I guess that’s why (her now husband) likes me. I’m not high maintenance. ”

I said, “You’re right. You aren’t high maintenance, but you sure have one hell of a manicure.”

That would be when the men separated us. Good thing too.

I do not for the life of me, understand cat fights.

And if you are going to ask a woman where she got something, don’t get all catty when you don’t like the answer.

We aren’t the competition y’all.

In all fairness I did not realize I had broken my ankle on the beach.

Yes, it hurt.

No I could not walk on it properly.

But as long as I stepped on the ball of my right foot, and walked in sand, I could move around pretty well.

Besides I paid $100 to ride those horses.

On the beach.

In the ocean.

In the Bahamas.

I’m not going to let a little pain get in the way.

I did not find out my ankle was broken (Tibia) until I got home and had it x-rayed. That’s when I realized that I rode a horse, bareback, in the ocean with a broken ankle.

I think that makes me a hard-core cowgirl.

My husband thinks that makes me a stubborn redhead. What can I say, guilty as charged.

Stubborn or not, broken ankle or not, I had a wonderful time on the Girls Getaway Cruise sponsored by Premier Christian Cruises. Four days of insightful speakers, comedy via The Comedy Angels (Man they are hilarious), and great music with Selah. A few of us even got to come on stage and “sing” with Selah. That was a blast. Oh yeah, I’ll be holding that over my praise and worship leader husband for sure. I got to sing with Selah. BAM!

Because of my injury and needing special assistance by the airlines, I even got to sit with one of my favorite bible teachers, Jennifer Rothschild, on the flight from Orlando to Dallas. And yes for those who know me — it took a lot to hide giddy. I also prayed heavily before opening my mouth, “Dear Lord, what ever you do please don’t let me sound like an idiot.”

That lasted five minutes. We were talking about the comedy angels and I told her I was friends with one of them. She asked which one. I said, “The Redhead.”

For those who don’t know, Jennifer is blind.

Yep. I really did that.

I could have said, the one from Washington DC who compared Target to hell. That she could have gotten. Not “the redhead. ”

Oh well. She was gracious and didn’t point out the uselessness of that description, and for that I’m grateful.

Jesus Knows Me

bull-headed

Opinionated

Stubborn

Redheaded

rides horses with a broken ankle

get’s my words mixed up

Sometimes fearful