Genesis 39 & 40

Day 38 of Reading the Bible in 365 Days

Yes, I realize Day 37 was skipped.  Another crazy busy day filled with activities, conversations and many tests, for which I’m praying I passed.

Genesis 39 – Joseph had been taken to Egypt.  Potiphar, an Egyptian who was one of Pharaoh’s officials, the captain of the guard, bought him from the Ishmaelites.  The Lord was with Joseph and he prospered and he lived in the house of his Egyptian master.  When his master saw that the Lord was with Joseph and the Lord gave him success in everything he did, Joseph became his attendant and gave his charge over the household, the field and everything he owned except his wife.  He concerned himself with nothing but the food he ate.  Joseph was well-built and handsome and his master’s wife told him, “Come to bed with me!”  He refused her time and time again, day after day, because he was a Godly man, honest and true to God and to his master. 

When she finally got it through her head that he would never sleep with her, one day she sent all the servants away and when Joseph went into the house to attend his duties, she caught him by the cloak and begged him again but he left his cloak and ran from the house.  She called to her servants and lied to them saying he tried to sleep with her, she screamed and he left his cloak beside her and ran from the house.  Then, she told her husband and he burned in anger, believed her and threw Joseph into prison.  The Lord was still with Joseph, never leaving him and the prison warden saw the LORD was with him and gave Joseph charge over all those held in the prison and was made responsible for all that was done there.  The warden paid no attention to anything under Joseph’s care, because the LORD was with Joseph and gave him success in whatever he did.

Genesis 40 – Some time later, the cupbearer and the baker of the king of Egypt offended their master.  The Pharaoh was angry with his 2 officials and put them in the same prison where Joseph was confined.  Joseph attended them.  After they’d been there for some time, each of those 2 men  had a dream the same night and didn’t know how to interpret the dreams, so Joseph interpreted the dreams.  The cupbearer said, “In my dream I saw a vine in front of me, and on the vine were three branches. As soon as it budded, it blossomed, and its clusters ripened into grapes.  Pharaoh’s cup was in my hand, and I took the grapes, squeezed them into Pharaoh’s cup and put the cup in his hand.”  Joseph said to him. “The three branches are three days.  Within three days Pharaoh will lift up your head and restore you to your position, and you will put Pharaoh’s cup in his hand, just as you used to do when you were his cupbearer.  But when all goes well with you, remember me and show me kindness; mention me to Pharaoh and get me out of this prison.  For I was forcibly carried off from the land of the Hebrews, and even here I have done nothing to deserve being put in a dungeon.” 

Then the chief baker said to Joseph, “I too had a dream: On my head were three baskets of bread.  In the top basket were all kinds of baked goods for Pharaoh, but the birds were eating them out of the basket on my head.”  Joseph said, “The three baskets are three days.  Within three days Pharaoh will lift off your head and hang you on a tree. And the birds will eat away your flesh.”

The 3rd day was Pharaoh’s birthday, and he gave a feast for all his officials. He lifted up the heads of the chief cupbearer and the chief baker in the presence of his officials:  He restored the chief cupbearer to his position, so that he once again put the cup into Pharaoh’s hand, but he hanged the chief baker, just as Joseph had said to them in his interpretation.  The chief cupbearer, however, did not remember Joseph; he forgot him. Nice guy, huh?

Day 13 of Reading the Bible in 365 Days

Job 32-34

Job 32 – Elihu is angry with the three friends that came to talk with Job, because they were unable to convince Job of God’s wisdom.  Instead, the three tried to make themselves sound like the wise ones, taking away from God, and were still unable to sway Job.

Job 33 – Elihu is speaking to Job, telling him to listen and be silent, that he is wrong to say that he is free from sin and a righteous man, but that God is greater than man and God does speak to man one way or another.  It may not always be understood or grasped at a given moment but God does speak, through whispers, through enlisting his angels to assist when needed, through dreams and visions, etc..  Elihu is speaking wisdom to Job.

Job 34 – Elihu is speaking to the three supposed wise men who came to counsel Job.  Job is being accused of blasphemy by Elihu.  He speaks of God’s greatness and power, all that he created and can take away in a breath.  No man (or woman) has the right ever to question God in what God has done, does or will do.  Man is to follow God’s ways, to turn from their wicked ways, repent, and follow God.  Anything less is wicked or evil.

Well, I have done plenty of going against God.  I have sinned, as we all have.  I have cried and pleaded with God, yelled at him, screamed at him and cursed him.  I have questioned him too many times to count.  I even turned my back on him at one point, but I’m glad to say that lasted for less than a day, before I came crawling back to him hoping he’d take me.  And he did.  I am a wretched soul for doing all of this to him.  And I admit my wrongdoing, not just to him, but to you.  I know many of you, if not all, have probably done the same.  It’s the human condition to question everything and I am a big questioner.  The really awesome thing about God is that he loves us without end, without reservation and his forgiveness is limitless.  He will always be there for us with his arms open wide when we are ready to claim him.

Have you questioned God, perhaps when you were mourning the loss of a loved one?  When you could not find work, perhaps?  When someone wronged you terribly?  Maybe you lost your home.  So many terrible things happen to us.  I find it very human of us to question God, become angry at God and want to turn away from him.  But, when I think about it, I believe what we long for more than anything else in this horrible existence called life (although not always so horrible) is our reconnection to God.  I feel that in the depths of our soul lies the remembrance of how it was with him before we came to Earth.  I believe he held our souls close to him and we knew him before we were born into these bodies and we spend our entire life trying to fill that void with whatever we can get our hands on, be it addictions, anger, crime, depression, and the list goes on.  I think what we want and need more than anything is to share that love with God.  And to be with God.  It’s not too late for us.  While we live, we have the opportunity to reconnect.  He doesn’t want us to wait until we stop doing this or stop doing that, or wait for us to get our life right or back on track.  It’s in those dark moments of resistance and of despair and brokenness that we need him the most and he wants us to call on him.  He wants to help us.  He’s waiting.

What do you think?

Day 9 of Reading the Bible in 365 Days

Job 11

Zophar the Naamathite replied to all Job’s complaining and questioning, asking him, “Can you fathom the mysteries of God?  …  Who can oppose him?”  And he said that if Job devotes his heart to God and stretch out his hands to him, put away sin and allow no evil to enter his tent, then he could lift his face without shame, standing firm and without fear, then life will become brighter, he will be secure, have hope and take his rest in safety.  But the eyes of the wicked will fail, escape will elude them and their hope will become a dying gasp.

Job 12

Then Job replied, “But I have a mind as well as you; I am not inferior to you. Who does not know all these things?  I have become a laughingstock to my friends, though I called upon God and he answered– a mere laughingstock, though righteous and blameless!”  He goes on to say all God is capable of — anything and everything.

Hallie:  “Basically, no one knows what God has in store, not even the things he created with his own hands.”

Job 13

Job is slamming Zophar and wants him to leave him alone.  Job wants to speak with God, one-on-one.  Job pleads his case before God, questioning why God is torturing him and why he will not show his face.  He speaks to God of all his cruelty that is undeserved.

Job 14

Hallie says this is a sad chapter.

Speaking of birth as if life lasts for but a second and death comes too quickly.  A tree has a longer life and even if it dies, a water may bring its rebirth.  Men have no hope, even for his children, but only for himself as he will not witness his children after he is dead.

Job 15

Hallie says this chapter is mostly about Job not being appreciative.  The Bible is like a riddle.

You perceive something else than what it’s actually saying.  We had to read this chapter a few times to even get what it was saying and we are still not 100%.

Eliphaz the Temanite is talking to Job, accusing him of speaking evil and rage against God and goes on to tell how the wicked will not escape God’s wrath.

Reading these chapters makes me see Job differently.  I’ve always been told and taught that Job was a blameless man who had everything stripped away from him, yet never stopped worshipping God.  However, these chapters make me believe that Job is questioning God, yelling at God, accusing God, blaming God for torturing him.  Are these not sins?  To me, it sounds as though he wants to turn his back on God, because it seems God turned his back on Job.  Am I wrong here?  Am I misunderstanding all these chapters we’ve read?  In the past, all I’ve learned is from “church going people” and ministers.  We have never sat and read the Bible chronologically and are learning all sorts of things we did not realize before.

I am not saying God turned his back on Job.  He was allowing Satan to test him.  We know this.  What I’m inferring is what Job is seemingly feeling in this and earlier chapters.  I just wanted to elaborate.

Question to my Readers

I have been so swamped with incoming work and helping Hallie following her knee surgery and physical therapy, etc., that I’ve had no time to creatively write or work on my books, read, any sort of creative project besides my jobs.

My next project that I will be squeezing time in for is reading the Bible in 365 days with Hallie, mostly because:

1)  we tried doing this before and got creeped out by what we read about Lot and his daughters and stopped reading it and need to read all of it;

2)  can’t find a church anywhere around us nor in the surrounding cities that we fit into and need to learn the complete Word of God;

3)  I was not raised in church and neither has Hallie been, but I would like for both of us to know more about God and Jesus and the Books of the Bible

I was thinking I would share our daily study with all of you if you would be interested.  I will make time for this as well every late afternoon or evening after our reading/study.

Before I decide to do this, please let me know if you’d be interested in reading of our daily Bible study/reading, and if I should get a space upgrade and keep the Bible study on this page, which is about to run out of space (that’s why the space upgrade) or to add a separate page that will only be directed to people who decide to sign up to read that particular blog.

Tell me what you think (comment me).  We will be starting this Bible reading/study on Feb 1, so blog posts on this page (or a separate blog that I haven’t decided to create yet) will begin Feb 1.

Thanks!  I appreciate all of your input, negative as well as positive.

*hug & a smooch*

-Carol

 

Just a Quickie

A quickie post/update.  What were you thinking?  ;)

I just wanted to drop in and say a few words.  Some of you may know what’s been going on.  Some may not, so just a quickie update as to why I haven’t been blogging lately.

Hallie had knee surgery Dec 26 so we have been very very busy.  She has been busy sleeping, eating, watching movies and trying to hobble around on her crutches.  I have been feeding her medicine every 4 hours and changing the ice for her knee, helping her in every way that I can.  She started physical therapy yesterday and we have to do those exercises at home twice a day, also.

Plus, I’ve had tons of work pouring in, so getting up in the wee hours of the morning and staying up late to get as much done as I can.  The dogs have needed to go out about every 15 minutes it seems.  I do not hardly have time to clean my house, no time for working on either book, no reading even though I took out 4 books on inter-library loan for research purposes.  I think I got to page 3 of one book.

I don’t know why I even thought I’d have time to read anything, much less write, much less clean.

Hallie is being a great patient, though, very thankful for all the help she’s receiving and keeping her sense of humor and staying her upbeat, happy self, considering she’s experiencing this pain, a level of pain I can’t possibly understand as I have never had any kind of surgery.

Anywho, just wanted y’all to know I think of y’all often but haven’t gotten a chance to get blogging.  Before Christmas was pretty insane, as well.  When things calm down a bit, I’ll get back to it, but that will probably not be for a few more weeks.  Trying to work from home full time plus be full-time mom is keeping me pretty busy, and it’s all good.  Just trying to stretch my schedule.  When I learn how to do that, I’ll let y’all know.

I hope you guys had an amazing Christmas and celebrated the birthday of Jesus (since without Him, there’d be no such thing as Christmas).  I hope you all were able to spend it with people you hold close to your heart.  For this new year of 2014, my wish and prayer is for all of us to be blessed with good health, loved ones to share our days with, good hearty belly laughter, silliness, happiness, prosperity and faith.

Love ya!  *smooch*

-Carol

Doing Somethin’ A Little Crazy

Ok.  Maybe a lot crazy.

I will post to this blog this weekend and update everything (adjusting your focus).  But I’ve also just now started a new blog.  It’s not a photo blog.  It’s a health and wellness blog.  A fitness/work out and diet blog.  Nothing to do with photos except maybe my before and after shots.  Starting with my before shot as my header.  Then, will change to the “new me” header when I’m done.  And maybe posting shots along the way, although I’m not fond of posting pics of myself.

90 day plan.  Losing all the weight I’m planning on losing.  I’m challenging myself.  I’m killin’ myself with these workouts. I’m crazy.  I’m hungry.

Sweating my butt off.  And that’s a good thing.

So, if ya wanna check out my craziness, or if you need support in your fitness and weight loss challenge, or you just want to offer your support in my insanity, come on over.

90 Days – Flab to Fab

http://90daysflabtofab.wordpress.com/

Visit to Podunk

Well, besides the post from a little while ago with the new job, working from home, more time with my family, etc., we took a small road trip.  Maybe I should call it a day trip.  It all started with a story I was writing and the name of the town I came up with was Swampbottom, Mississippi.  I actually did a search to see if there was any such name in existence and found Swamp Bottom Restaurant in Poplarville.  Actually, it was listed in Poplarville, Mississippi, as well as Bogalusa, Louisiana, so I just typed in the address to my maps on my phone and it directed me where to go.  I did call first to be sure of what their hours of operation were.  Packed Mama and Hallie in the car and took off.

We had imagined, with a name like Swamp Bottom, it had to have a swamp close by, maybe Spanish moss hanging down from the trees, a restaurant front full of welcome, romance and intrigue.  Right?  What do you envision when you hear the name Swamp Bottom?  I read some reviews on the restaurant and they claimed to not only have a wonderful menu filled with seafood, burgers, poboys, and not only that, but breakfast was served, and they talked of how part of the restaurant was a store which had many food items in stock to purchase, and they had daily entertainment with a Cajun band or else Cajun music was played to fill the restaurant with that zydeco ambiance loved by so many.  Me, not so much, but many, nonetheless.  I was only looking forward to the scene, the vision of the restaurant and maybe swamp, and see if the food was worth the trip.  Well…

We drive for a little over 2 hours to get there and the map leads us to this place called Crossroads.  Now, let me remind you, I did call them.  A woman answered and with a raspy, smoker’s voice, she said, “Hello?”

I said, “Om, is this the Swamp Bottom Restaurant?”  Because usually when you call a place of business, they answer with the business name, right?  Wrong.

“Oh yes,” they said.  “This is Swamp Bottom.”

To which I said, “Oh good.  Can you tell me your days and hours of operation, please?”  So, I truly believed this would be a great visit to an interesting place.  I mean, I had come up with this great town name and found it to be a restaurant.  It was meant for me to go there, right?

We get to the correct address and see the sign that says Crossroads.  No Swamp Bottom.  No spanish moss.  No swamp.  Maybe a half acre lot.  Just a boring grassy and gravel lot just off the road with some sort of snow cone shack built to the left of it.  No frills.  No thrills.  Just a lack luster wood frame small shack of a restaurant and did not feel welcoming at all.  I call again.

Again, with the raspy smoker’s voice, she answers, “Hello?!”  Obviously, not in the happiest of moods.  Perhaps she’s been pulling too many shifts?  I doubt it.  I’m sure she was not so busy waiting on tables, she didn’t have time to go out for her usual smoke.  There was no one there.  I mean, no customers.  No cars.

I ask, “Is this Swamp Bottom Restaurant?  I’m parked outside and I have the correct address, but the sign says Crossroads.”

“Yeah, the same people work here though.  It was just bought out from the previous owner and we changed the name is all.  Everything else is the same.”

“So y’all serve breakfast?”  I ask this, because it’s not quite 11:00 and I was curious as there were no cars.

“No, we don’t serve breakfast.  Why?  You want breakfast?!”

“Om, not really.  I simply saw online where y’all served breakfast.”

“No, we no longer serve breakfast!  We open at 11:00!”

So, we drive around the podunk town and see nothing but fields and pastures and old houses.  Maybe a home owned tire company.  An old expired gas station turned into a minute mart that didn’t look frequented.  We drove down one road for about 5 minutes just to see what we could see, which wasn’t much of anything, and then back and it was 11:00.  Oh my.  A truck drove up to the entrance just before we did.  Does this mean they have good food?

We walk in and there’s a sign that says “Please wait to be seated” and no one comes to seat us, so we stand there for a few minutes.  Someone ventures out of the kitchen to tell us to, “just sit anywhere ya want.”

Is that zydeco music I hear?  Real cajun music?  No.  There is no band.  There is no piped in music, either, so we sit in silence, which is fine, I guess.  Mama, Hallie and I look at each other as if we are all sorely disappointed.  I had actually thought of asking them if they wanted to look for something else, that this restaurant is obviously not what we were expecting nor looking for.  But, I figured I’d give it the benefit of the doubt and tried to be hopeful for mouthwatering food.  I mean, no romantic, welcoming, picturesque view of the restaurant didn’t mean the food wouldn’t be awesome.  I could skip all the ambiance as long as the food was memorable.  Boy.  Was it memorable!

We get the menu and there’s not much to it.  Some of the things we were expecting from reading the online reviews weren’t even on the menu.  The prices were kind of high considering we were in Podunk.  Oh, I mean Poplarville.  And who knew we’d go through all these places to get there.  We drove through Little Rock.  I thought Arkansas was further north.  And we drove through Sandy Hook.  Seems like there was another place normally found in New York, but I guess I don’t care enough to remember, or either I’m trying to block out the entire experience.

We finally decided on chicken fried steak and mashed potatoes.  Hallie got fried shrimp and french fries.  Let me just say the only thing that was worth the use of our taste buds was the root beer we ordered.  You can’t mess up bottled root beer, right?  This restaurant experience had us crying in our beer.  Ok, maybe I’m a bit melodramatic, but honestly, I figure the only reason they are still in business is because they are the ONLY restaurant within a 20+ mile radius and those people who live in this podunk town have never been exposed to the more worldly flavors exhibited at most other small town restaurants, including the likes of McDonald’s, which I don’t frequent myself, but would have been overjoyed had we eaten there instead of wasting our hard earned money at this place.

Oh, and sorry I didn’t have a photo to share.  It wasn’t worth taking my camera out of my purse.  By the way, not only were the online reviews of this place completely exaggerated, but they only had maybe 4 different kinds of desserts that did not look appetizing, and the so-called store did not consist of anything they said they had online.  All we saw was a small glass case next to the register filled with a few, a small few, candy bars, and a small refrigerator behind us in front of the register that held the plated single servings of those few so-called desserts.  Perhaps this is a rather harsh post and review of Crossroads, but I’m just telling you that you should NOT believe all the hype you may hear about a place online.  With that said, feel free to take my opinion with a grain of salt and go take a gander at this place.  Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.  If you happen to drive past Crossroads, be sure to cross that road, keep looking for the next road, and the next, and the next, until maybe you will come across some other podunk restaurant.  I hope they will be better.

Ch-ch-ch-Changes

Are ya singin’?  I knew I’d been offline for a little while, but didn’t realize it was over a month.  Sorry.  Again.  I have been so busy trying to adjust my new schedule, and just hangin’ out with my kiddo, since she’s out for summer.  I have undergone many changes in my life and it’s exciting, nerve-wrecking, as well as relaxing most days.  So what have I been doing?  Well, I turned in my 2 weeks notice to the monster boss.  Yes!!!  I had been with that place for a little over a year, no insurance, no retirement plan, and was promised a raise after 4 or 6 months.  Never got one.  The girl who had been there 2 years had never received a raise.  Now, she has resigned, as well.  She and I both deserved better.  We deserve to be appreciated.  I can learn to go without medical insurance, as I’m a pretty healthy person, thank the Lord.  Hallie is covered under her dad’s insurance.  Plus, I can always go to the VA if I have to, but usually when I do get sick, I just wait it out and get better naturally, with a few days time.  Retirement plan?  I will have to reestablish one eventually, but no time soon.

So, my last day with that company was May 21st and oh, what a joyful day that was!!  When the leaving part of the day came, I mean.  No more 30-40 minute commutes there and 30-50 minute commutes home, depending on traffic, of course.  I was paying anywhere from $50 to $75 every 4 days for gas alone.  No more of that.  Hallie is out of school for the summer, so no 20 minute commutes to school and then 20 minutes back + the commute to work.  We can sleep late, which means no getting up at 4:00 or 4:30am.  Joy!  It all started with a little conversation I had with God…

I was struggling.  Really struggling to find another job.  I could not understand why I could not find something else.  I was miserable working for the monster boss, being intimidated by him, his making me and the other girl cry on several occasions.  Can you say Jerkwad?!  Well, he was one.  I’m sure he still is, but not my problem.  Anywho, I reached a point where eventually I went off on him when he talked down to me as if I was a stupid person.  You take it long enough and eventually you just blow up!  I said, “I’d appreciate it if you did NOT talk to me like that!”  I think it kind of scared him.  He was speechless for once.  When I just blurted it out, it kind of scared me, too.  I was afraid I’d get fired, but at that moment, I halfway didn’t care.  I was not going to take that anymore.  So, he became a tiny bit nicer.  Some days, it even seemed as if he took a bottle of nice pills.  SOME days.  Go figure.  I reached a point where I believed I learned how to deal with people like him.  And let me tell you, I’ve worked for some devils.  I used to work in law firms if that tells you anything.  Attorneys are a different breed of people.  They just are.  This monster boss, however, was the worst ever.  And he wasn’t even an attorney!

I also realized that I’d been sent to that office to befriend the other girl that worked there.  At first, she had her walls up higher than mine if you can figure that.  I thought I was the most untrusting person on the planet.  Nope.  She would not let me in.  Those walls were fortress strong.  She was going through some personal issues and I was so worried about her and tried to reach out, but she was not going to give an inch.  Months passed.  Eventually, her walls started to weaken.  Slowly.  We did become great friends, confiding in each other, hugging, crying together, and just being there for one another.  She’s a special person.  I knew she needed me.  I also realized I needed her.

So, finally, after getting turned down for jobs I’d applied to and some of them just ignored me altogether, I prayed a very specific prayer.  For me, praying is more or less a friendly or not so friendly conversation with God, depending on my mood and frustration at the time.  It might be disrespectful to complain to him and talk angrily to him, ignore him, etc., but one thing God does appreciate is your authenticity.  I’m not going to pretend to be all sweet to him when I’m pissed off at him.  At least I’m honest with him and he knows it.  I do later apologize for my rudeness and hateful attitude.  My conversation went something like this:

“God, I think I know why you sent me here.  I needed to learn how to deal with extremely difficult people, as if I haven’t already, and you sent me the most difficult of all.  I learned how to deal with him instead of constantly fight against him and hate his guts.  I learned to not hate him.  I think you also sent me here to become friends with (I’ll call her…) Sarah, because we would both benefit greatly from a friendship and we needed each other to grow.  You sent me here to grow, and I realize growth is good for living.  Growth is not always comfortable.  It’s pretty uncomfortable for the most part.  And I do feel I’ve grown in many ways here.  However.  No insurance.  No retirement plan.  No raise in the 1 year plus that I’ve been here.  No future here.  Long commute and gas is expensive.  I miss my kid.  I chose to be a parent because I wanted to raise her, not just pop her out and let her fend for herself or let someone else care for her while I’m at work all day and only spend 2 hours a night and weekends with her.  I want to raise my child.  I know it’s pretty slim to find a chance to work from home, but I’ll do anything, as long as it’s legal and it pays the bills, as long as I get to raise my kid.  I want time with her before it’s too late and she’s gone off to college.  I want more time to cook healthy meals.  Time to clean my house.  Time to finish my book.  Just tell me why I’m still here.  There’s nothing left here for me to learn.  There are no further ways in which to grow at this hellhole.  Please help.  I don’t know what to do at this point.  Please help.”

Once I said that and got it off my chest, I felt a little lighter, although still anxious and a bit angry with him, because I felt sort of like he wasn’t listening to all my earlier prayers.  I felt he was ignoring me.  But when I had that conversation, I felt he was actually listening.  I was hopeful he was listening.  I actually said the prayer out loud at the office, while everyone was gone to lunch.  It felt better saying it out loud rather than saying it inside my head.  I had to get it outside of myself if that makes sense.

Not even a week passed, and I received an answer to my prayer.  I was contacted by this online company with an invitation to interview for a job I did not even apply for, although I’m registered with the company.  I interviewed and was hired.  I started out working 10 hours a week while still keeping my day job and when he promised he’d give me 30 hours a week, I put in my 2 weeks notice at the office.  Now, I’m home.  I’m hanging out with Hallie, sleeping in later, not late, but later.  Hallie gets to sleep in a bit later than me.  More time with our pets.  More time to cook healthy meals, so Mama comes over more often to have supper and hang out with us.  Money to pay the bills.  Working through my computer.  No commutes.  Hardly even paying for gas.  More time to clean.  More time to write.  Life is good.

More to follow…

Beta Babe

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Week 12 of 52

Well, howdy y’all. How are ya doin?

Me? Feelin’ a bit overwhelmed to tell ya the truth. You ever feel that way? Lately, I’m just tired, stressed, so forgetful I think I have the early stages of Alzheimers, too much to do, not enough money, not enough time, dealing with a hot-headed person at work, not enough patience, obviously not enough faith in God nor myself, and it’s all a bit too much to deal with right now. So, with that said, I’m getting it out of my head and putting it in my pocket. I’ll pull that out and look at it a bit later. I figure if I ignore it, it won’t exactly go away, but I can ignore it for a little while before having to deal with it again. No, for now, in this very moment, I will blog, I will think of happier times with Hallie (not the bad teen attitude I dealt with last night and this morning). I will try to think of the positives. What are the positives? Let’s see…

I’m so much of a list maker (I am a Virgo, so I can’t really help it. I’m cursed to be this way.)
1) I have an awesome kid (even if she does occasionally get testy), who is one of my best friends;
2) I have the world’s sweetest, loving mom, who is one of my best friends;
3) I have some really great friends who love me and make me feel special;
4) I love to blog, when I have time (or should I say “make” time);
5) I have furbabies that I love (yes, even our murderous cat, Tiger);
6) We still have our beloved Buddy, whom my brother saved last week (more on this below);
7) I have a job that helps pay the bills (even if I don’t like my job the majority of the time);
8) Hallie and I are over our sinus/allergy crud and my poison ivy is on its way out;
9) I have a home that comforts and protects us;
10) I have a car that runs;
11) I am happy my brother lives next door who helps look out for all of us;
12) I am happy to live in the country, which is not always peaceful, but a darn sight quieter than livin’ in the city. Been there, done that. Threw out the return ticket;
13) I have so much to be thankful for and so many blessings (that I seem to take for granted the majority of the time) and I thank God and Jesus for all they have done for us, and still do;
14) I love to write (although I do experience the occasional block, set back and self sabotage);
15) I love photography (although I do experience the occasional block, meaning my eyes are too closed, my legs and arms are too busy, so I don’t always participate in the beauty that surrounds me 24 hours a day);
16) and the list could go on and on, but I feel better now. So, I’m gonna work on focusing on the positives for the rest of the day. Let’s see how long I make it.

What’s been going on in your lives over the past week?

As you can see above, Hallie’s Beta Induction Ceremony was last week. She’s in the Jr. Beta Club again this year. She’s a brainiac. She’s earned it. I’m a proud mama if ya can’t tell.

Hallie and I are doing the 21 day meditation challenge together in the mornings. I started over since she came home from Spring Break, so we could do them each day together. They are quite enjoyable, and I love the music, and Deepak’s voice. I don’t know if practicing the meditation has helped me any, thus far. I am trying to learn how to be still and silent and just be. That is a feat in itself. Plus, it’s a nice quiet bonding time for me and Hallie, so that’s always good. We completed Day 8 this morning, so perhaps we will have established a new daily habit by the time we reach Day 21.

I’m working on notes for my upcoming Camp Nano project, which have been some most enjoyable jaunts, but alas, I never seem to have allotted myself enough time, I get carried away, and then my alarm goes off, telling me I need to either go to bed, or finish getting ready for work, depending on the time. Always depending on the time… I want to be more like Hallie, not care what time it is, take my time, my sweet time, in everything I do, never wear a watch, and let someone else tell me when I need to do something. Does anybody really know what time it is? Does anybody really care? ;) 5 more days till Camp begins! I’m totally stoked!! At least I’m excited instead of a nervous wreck, so that’s good. Last time, I started a few days late, was acting like a psych patient on a caffeine drip, and didn’t quite make my word count, which sent me into a complete funk, even though I refused to admit it at the time. Who is happy when they fail? I mean, really. Truth is, I didn’t organize my time properly and this is why I failed. I’m prepared this go round, and I’m chomping at the bit to get started. Ideas are pouring out of my mind, out of my subconscious, out of my dreams, out through my fingers and I’m typing the notes as fast as I can, or scribbling, or taping them on my handheld.

Hallie and I actually made time to spend with some of our best chums over the weekend, so I’m slick with social time and catching up with some peeps.

Still, no sight of Carlie. :’( Miss that sweet, fluffy baby.

We had been putting Buddy on the yard cable during the day instead of his kennel. That way, he could lay and roll in the grass, or get in his other dog house, roam around and have some more stretching room, since the weather had been mostly nice. Well, I guess Doug happened to go outside and heard Buddy barking, and it was coming from the pond! Buddy had escaped his cable somehow and either jumped or slipped off the pier into the pond. He was dog-paddling (if he’s a dog, do you say ‘dog-paddling’, or just ‘paddling’?) himself back up onto the pier, or attempting to. Don’t know why that boy didn’t paddle his way to shore and just climb/crawl out, but he was trying to get back up to where he fell off. Bless him. I’m sure that boy was getting tired, and started begging for help. Thank God that Doug heard him when he did, or sweet Buddy would most likely not be with us. We heard about it when we got home, and we just loved and loved on that sweet Buddy, telling him we were sooooo glad Doug saved him and he was okay.

Mama is not well, yet, but she is much better, so we’ll take it. ;)

I reckon I’ll mosey on over to my 101 things in 1001 days and update that. I don’t know that I have anything to update, but ya never know.

Y’all just holla when ya have a prayer request, and please pray for those below, if ya don’t mind.

1) Please pray for Kristie and David, for comfort and peace.
2) Please pray for Jennefer about her job, as well as her co-workers. Please pray that her co-workers to treat her with love and kindness.
3) Please pray for Sherree to quickly sell her house.
4) Please pray for Carlie to be safe and well.
5) Please pray for Carlie to come by sometime and let us know she’s ok.
6) Please pray for Mama to get well and feel good again.
7) Please pray for Patrick to find the woman of his dreams, fall in love and get married. Pray he finds her this year.

So, yeah, I know this was a bit long-winded. Sorry ’bout that. Lots goin’ on, huh? It’ll be short and sweeter next time. ;) Y’all have a groovilicious week!!! Enjoy the sunshine if ya have any. Try to take time (not like me) to notice the beauty around you during the day, each and every day. Love yooze guys!!! *smooch* *squish*

-Carol