The Little Ballerina

My husband has a new computer.
He takes very good care of it.

It's very petite...
like a little ballerina..

Mine's pretty much big and clunky...
like a dump truck.

He uses his little microfiber cloth
and keeps it very clean and dusted.

I never dust mine,
well, unless you consider blowing on it dusting.

He never has food around it.
I eat over mine
while reading someone's blog.
Of course, I blow it off when I'm done.
Too bad you can't blow off coffee with Hazelnut Creamer.
Got a few sticky keys goin' on.

At night, he cleans it off, plugs it in
and sets it neatly on the table.

Mine is on the floor...
dead...
with a cat laying on it.

Spelling Police

That's me.

If you send me a message...
or text me...
or put a status on Facebook...
and spell something wrong...
I will have to correct you.

I'm sorry...I know it's rude.
But I really can't help myself.
I feel like I have to tell someone
if they have misspelled something.
I try to ignore it and be polite...
but it burns within me!

You know, like when Jeremiah says,
"...But his word was in mine heart
as a burning fire
shut up in my bones,
and I was weary with forbearing,
and I could not stay."
Yep, that's exactly how I feel!

I feel like they really need to know
that they are spelling something wrong!
Even if they don't care, aka: Adam, Aaron, JJ
At least they can't accuse me of not telling them
when the worlds collide...as a result of their error!

2 Kinds of People

(Thought I should put a disclaimer here. This is
a depressing blog...and if you think you should
feel sorry for me, don't, I'm fine...just thought
this was kinda funny!)

So, there are two different kinds of people
you see at the airport.

Those that are overly joyous,
because they are picking up someone they love.

And those that are depressed
cause they are dropping off someone they love.

If you're one of the happy ones...
Life is great...
you look at those that are sad
and you feel bad for them,
but........you don't spend a lot of time thinking about them
cause you have a great time planned with your loved one!

If you're one of the sad ones...
Life's a drag...
you look at those that are happy
and you hate them,
or at the very least resent them
cause they have a great time planned with their loved ones
and you have nothing but an empty house
(albeit a messy house cause of all those loved ones)
and fading memories.


Just sayin'...

Images of Snow

Snow is a thousand flowers
the Chinese probably said.
Hundreds and thousands this morning
dropped their garlands on my head.
Last night the festoons started
long before we went to bed.






Snow is a white furred rabbit
the Chinese probably wrote.
Hedgerows and fields this morning
wear a similar fluffy coat.
Last night the winter danced back
with a white fur round its throat.





Snow is a treacherous fox-face
the Chinese probably thought.
It lurks in wait this morning
for the weak and overwrought.
Last night it laughed its head off
loving the fear it brought.







by Rg Gregory

Plan B

Aaron is leaving for school Sunday.
And it is seeking to bring me down.

So I've decided I need to think about positive things...
instead of dwelling on the fact that my youngest
is leaving me yet again...
making my life pretty much useless!

Ok...well maybe not useless...
I do still have my husband to take care of...
but he pretty much takes care of himself
and me, for that matter.

Except when he is complaining about the frig...
or grumbling about having to go out to the chicken coop with me.

And there are the chickens.
They love and adore me!
I keep telling myself this.

And Strider...he pretty much loves and adores food.
Someone does need to feed him, though.

And the cats
Someone needs to feed them so they have the
strength to kill each other.

So, here are the positives about Aaron leaving:

- There will always be graham crackers in the box

- There will always be cookies in the cookie jar

- I will no longer have to make 3 meals a day
   (Notice how most of this revolves around food!)

- One less room to heat

- I'll be able to find the phone at all times
   (I won't mention any names, Melissa)

- I won't get on my facebook only to find out I'm
   logged into Aaron's account...well...except when Heather is here!
   (So, that's why I don't know any of these people!)

- There won't be video games all over the floor downstairs
  
- His room will remain clean at all times!

Actually all these things are bringing me down...

I don't care about graham crackers and cookies...
(Well, actually I do. I should probably say I don't need them anyway.)
And as far as the meals...I love trying new recipes...cause I
never do when he is gone.
The heatless room...since it's usually a mess, it stays closed and heatless anyway.
If I can't find the phone...I don't have to talk on it!
The facebook thing...shhh...I can see what his friends are saying.
Video games? No overnighters with his friends where I make them all kinds of
goodies and they think I'm the best!

The room staying clean, I have to admit is a biggie!
But not enough to make me not miss him.

I wouldn't have had kids had I known they were all gonna leave me!
Well, I actually had heard of rumors of this ilk...
Didn't know it would happen so fast.

OK...thinking on the positive didn't work.
Plan B...

Ignore it til Sunday when he actually climbs up the steps of the plane.
Then deal with it...

Only a Boy Named David

I wanna be like David.

Everyone has someone in the Bible they want to emulate.
Peter, impetuous, always putting his foot in his mouth...
Yet did miraculous things for Christ!

Paul, intelligent, bold, completely self sacrificing...
Probably one of the greatest Christians in history!

Esther who gave up everything,
obeyed her cousin,
because she believed God would deliver her people.

But of all the wonderful people in the Bible...
I wanna be like David.
Yes, he was a great king...
but had many issues'
(that's the new word for 'he was messed up')
many setbacks,
couldn't control his flesh,
etc. etc.
We won't go on...
His frailties are endless...
like me...

But he wrote things like -

"But thou, O Lord, art a shield for me;
my glory, and the lifter up of mine head."

"in thy presence is fulness of joy"

"I shall be satisfied when I awake with thy likeness"

"One thing have I desired of the Lord,
that will I seek after;
that I may dwell in the house of the Lord
all the days of my life,
to behold the beauty of the Lord,
and to enquire at his temple."

"This poor man cried, and the Lord heard him,
and saved him out of all his troubles."

"Thou art fairer than the children of men"

"From the end of the earth will I cry unto thee,
when my heart is overwhelmed..."

"Whom have I in heaven but thee?
and there is none upon earth that I desire beside thee."
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"My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the Lord:
my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God."

"For a day in thy courts is better than a thousand.
I had rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God,
than to dwell in the tents of wickness."

David loved God!
That was his one and greatest attribute!
He loved God.

God said about David,
"...I have found David, the son of Jesse,
a man after mine own heart,
which shall fulfill all my will."

I wanna be a woman after God's own heart.
I want to love Him the way David loved him.
Yeah, David messed up...
But he always came back to the Lord...
cause that's where his heart really was.

And the more he loved God...
the closer he got to Him...
the more he fulfilled his will.

If I love God...
if I seek Him...
and if I find Him...
I will be that much closer
to fulfilling His Will.

And that's what I want.
For Him to be pleased with me.
So, someday I might hear the words...
"Well done, thou good and faithful servant...
enter thou into the joy of thy Lord!"

Dirty Jobs

My poor husband.
Sometimes I feel bad for him
having to put up with me.

There are some things that I just don't care about...
Like keeping the frig organized.
As long as I can find what I'm looking for...
...well...as long as I know something is in there...
...ok, well...as long as stuff doesn't fly out at me when I open it,
I'm good.

After we go shopping and are putting stuff away,
I catch it...
"What on earth is goin' on in this frig?"
Now that my youngest son is home from college
I can blame him...
"Aaron's home you know...'wink wink' "
(see Nov. "Percy did it")
So he painstakingly, puts everything in order...
again...
while mumbling to himself about disorder.


But some things do bother me...BEARS.
Russell has to walk out with me to close the chicken coop...
...every single night...
(well unless someone is visiting...then he makes them go!)
cause I'm afraid of the dark...and bears
I try to be brave and go by myself sometimes.
But I don't even get past the corner of the house.
I'm paralyzed by thoughts of being eaten by a bear.
(This comes from a book I read to the kids when
they were little..."Wild Bear Stories from Kodiak Island"...
I've never been the same since. And why was
I reading this to the kids at such a tender age?
No clue...let's go on)
Everyone tells me that a cougar is far worse...
that they'll stalk you.
But the thought of them eating me
doesn't bother me in the least.
It's just the bears!
I have a girlfriend...Yvonne.
She's like..."Well, I figure if the bear gets me...
it's God's Will...God saw fit for that bear to eat me.
And I'll be in Heaven!"
I don't have a problem with God's Will
or being in Heaven...
it's the being ripped apart limb from limb
part that I struggle with!
So every night. 365 days a year,
he mumbles about not having shoes he can just slip on,
(I bought him Rubber Boots for Christmas hoping to
put an end to that complaint),
sighs, and trudges out to the chicken coop
with me so I can close the girls coop door,
so the bears won't get them.

Yeah, He's got a dirty job...
but someone's gotta do it!

New Song

"And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God: many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the Lord. Ps. 40:3

I love music. Always have. My brothers and I used to sing a lot when I was a kid.
Beatles and...well, pretty much the Beatles.

As I got older, I branched out...
All the 70's rock n' roll bands.

Then when I was 22...
Something wonderful happened...
I became a new creature.
Everything changed in my life.

I felt different...
I thought different...
I still loved music
but my music had to be different now,
because I was different!

Why would I any longer want to listen to lyrics like:
"I wanna make it with you"...
"Wasting away again in Margaritaville"...
"Love the One you're with"

Why would I want to listen to words
that not only don't represent what I feel or who I am,
but dishonor God and His Word.

I googled new songs that are popular now:

"We drove to Cali
And got drunk on the beach
Got a motel
Built a fort out of sheets..."

Know what this song is called?
Teenage Dream
Is that what you want your teenager
running around singing?

Country Western?
Ten Rounds with Jose Cuervo...
All my exes live in Texas

I didn't even have to look up the lyrics for those!

"Therefore if any man be in Christ, he is a new creature:
old things are passed away; behold all things are become new."
II Cor. 5:17

We are to be different than the world.
Not sing about getting drunk,
leaving our spouses,
being without hope in the world.

Jesus died so that we could be different.
Why do we want to be the same?

"And he hath put a new song in my mouth,
even praise unto our God: many shall see it,
and fear, and shall trust in the Lord."

You see that?
When people hear your new song,
they might get saved.

No ones gonna get saved from
hearing you sing the same things they are singing.

Their gonna get saved by seeing that you are different.