Out of all the remittance envelopes, Best Buy’s tastes the best.
I learned today that Iggy Pop is the same height as I am. He wrote a song about it:
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“Five Foot One”
I won’t grow anymore (x3)
Anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore
I’m only five foot one (x3)
I’m five foot one
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(I need to stop eating glue)
Chrysalis begins today. Big day. I’m all packed and ready to go and I’m full of anticipation and excitement – all 61 inches of me.
for $24.45. Amazing. I could buy two movies at Wal-Mart for that, and still have enough left over to make my own sandwich.
Chrysalis is two days away. I can’t wait. We have some great girls attending and I’m excited to see what God is going to do. I still have a divine peace about the whole thing and I’m praying it lasts. I’m not feeling nearly as much stress as I would have expected, so it makes me wonder if I’m forgetting something.
Mike and I raked 15 bags of leaves last weekend and the ginormous old tree still has a mass of green leaves left on its branches. So we will be doing much more raking in November. Mike and I have a great system worked out so it goes pretty quickly, but even with that it takes awhile. We have a lot of leaves.
I tore a nail on my thumb while working with the leaves. Tore it down to the skin. It still hurts and doesn’t appear to be healing. My hands are cold but my thumb is warm. Do we have an infection brewing? We’ll see. You never really notice how much you use your thumb until you injure it. The last time I said that it was due to a stapler mishap. Ouch.
Anyhoo, life is moving along nicely lately. God is good. So good. I’m constantly amazed at his love for me. I take it for granted, that’s for sure. I mess up every day, yet his grace is there to cover it. Always. Praise God.
Happy Tuesday, everyone. May the Lord bless you and keep you, and make his face shine upon you and give you peace, both now and forevermore. Amen.
Does anyone wonder what car salesmen do while they’re waiting for customers? They shop ebay to see what crazy good deals they can find.
Check out what’s on sale now:
The questions to the seller gave me a chuckle. And did anyone notice that she’s from Michigan? Not surprising, I guess.
As you can see, I chose to redesign my blog instead of putting away laundry. And the procrastination continues… Steven Banks, you’re my hero.
I washed most of the dishes yesterday. Check.
I finally typed up the minutes from the last Chrysalis board meeting and sent them to all the members, along with the reminder for next Monday’s board meeting. Check.
That’s it. I still need to vacuum and dust and clean the cat litter and put away the laundry. But I just couldn’t manage to squeeze it in between the 19 hours of tv I watched yesterday. Okay, that’s a bit of an exaggeration, but not much. What is my deal with tv? Why am I so lazy sometimes? I just feel like doing nothing. I come home from work and the fatigue overwhelms me. But it’s just an excuse most days. If I were to go slow and pace myself I could manage it. People have had to deal with worse physical obstacles than pain and fatigue. I just have my ups and downs, that’s all.
On a positive note, I’m listening to the new Bethany Dillon album on Rhapsody and it is divine. Simply beautiful. I love the way she sings about our Jesus. You can tell that they are very close friends.
Pele just tried to crawl into my lap and brought with her the scent of the litter box. I think that means it’s time to stop procrastinating. I’ll be back soon. Play some Sudoku while you are waiting…
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Litter box clean. Check.
It felt good to get that done and over with. I think now I’ll go put away some laundry (while I watch tv, of course).
Good night, Loved Ones.
Coffee + Donut Holes = Super Yummy & Nostalgic
Coffee and donuts reminds me of Grandma Selleck. Actually coffee alone reminds me of her. The scent of magnolias reminds me of her. Crochet reminds me of her. They are sweet, sweet memories. It’s been so long since she died that many of my memories of her have grown faint, sadly, so it’s nice when something simple like that brings her back to mind. And I believe the recent passing of Grandma Ruby is stirring up some old feelings of pain from Grandma Selleck’s passing. I miss her.
Some people are like Slinkies. Not really good for anything, but you still can’t help but smile when you see one tumble down the stairs.
Okay, not very nice, I know, but I thought it was funny.
As I was typing that last post I received a phone call from my dad. My Dear Great Grandma Ruby, just shy of age 98, passed away this morning. We knew this was coming, and she has been ready to go for some time now, but it still hurts. I don’t think I ever would have felt like I had enough time with her. I can almost describe her using one word: JOY. All the time, she oozed joy. Joy and love. When you walked into the room her eyes would light up and you would forget you were talking with someone who had lived nearly 10 decades. Her spirit never grew old. She remembered stories of her childhood like they had happened yesterday. She loved oatmeal, and I always felt kindred to her for that reason. Our shared love of oatmeal was proof that I was, in fact, related to this wonderful woman of God. Ah, well, what more can I say? We will all miss her so much.
This picture is of her and my grandpa (her son) on her 96th birthday.
As I’m writing this I am in the pre-coffee stage of my morning, so I may be attempting more than I can handle. But I just wanted to share something. Nothing profound or earth-shattering, it’s just that I love when God makes crystal clear what he is trying to teach us.
Our church is kicking off a “40 Days of Community” campaign. It’s a follow-up to the “40 Days of Purpose” that we participated in last year. Basically it involves the entire congregation reading through a devotional book and meeting in small groups to discuss the book. The topic of each Sunday’s sermon will coincide with the topics we are reading about. The whole process lasts 6 weeks. Last week a woman from the church e-mailed me to invite me to join in the “20-somethings” small group. I had been wanting to join a bible study, and wanting to get more plugged in at church, so I agreed to join. The idea of the whole campaign is to learn that we cannot go through life alone. We need to stick together. A hard lesson for a self-proclaimed introvert, but I welcome the challenge.
On the way home from work Monday I was listening to Joyce Meyer and her sermon was about needing to be in fellowship with other believers. Be in community, she says. There is that word “community” again.
Tuesday I was having lunch and reading a book I’ve been digesting for quite some time now, “Addiction and Grace” by Gerald May. I am not the fastest reader, and the book is quite in depth, so I generally read two or three pages in one sitting. The heading on page two of Tuesday’s sitting was “Community.”
Okay, God, I got it. You are trying to teach me about community. I am not an island. I need to reach out and love others. It’s not all about me.
I mentioned the self-proclaimed introvert thing. It’s true, I am an introvert. I like my time alone. But I think I’ve come to like it too much. And I’ve admitted many times over that I don’t like people. I’ve never felt convicted about that until now. I shouldn’t say such things. Besides, it’s not true anymore. I feel like God is changing me in that area. I’m starting to enjoy people’s company, and I think that what I thought was dislike for them was actually fear. Fear of what? I have yet to learn that. God is still teaching me this lesson.
