Doom Two

She's awesome, she's fresh, she's the real deal, but I don't think she is enough to get me back.

He said he'd veto earmarks . . was adamant about it. And he signed that horrible 'save the greedy saps' thing.

I'm an independent now.

If I had my way I'd move to Canada. At least there you aren't suckered into believing in someone then slammed to the concrete when they lie.

And I have the right NOT to vote. Stinks when that seems to be the most patriotic thing you can do.

Doom

I flat out don't understand.

The mediator for the Vice Presidential debate has written a book that is Pro obama? And she's in charge of the questions?

The second main money earner for the freddie mac thing was/is obama? While it's a matter of record, he says NOTHING and is allowed to say NOTHING?

Obama says 'present' when he's in the senate (as apposed to 'yea' or 'nay'.) And the media is SILENT on this embarrasing record - which can be verified.

Obama wants to raise taxes on the people who hire/pay the people? Effectively punishing corporations for succeeding?

Stands for abortion on demand at the taxpayers expense?

Hidden beneath the robes of the ghost of Christmas present are two pathetic, scrawny, diseased children. They are named 'Ignorance' and 'Want'. And across their brow is printed the word 'Doom'.

Sorry, Jarred. I know you hate the word, know you think we'll be in trouble, but not 'doomed'.

Armageddon. Catastrophic. The end of the United States.

Doom.

The End of the Matter is This . . .

Wow and has God got a hold on all of it or what?

It's an awesome thing when you get to a place where you do something because you get to and not because you have to?

Mindless Wandering

It's when you know that you have scripture behind you and you get attacked by those who are supposed to support you. Because they want to keep an 'open mind'. And you feel like you've let God down if you listen to them. but you DO listen to them because isn't a christian supposed to be meek?

Or you get attacked and they don't say a word. Because they think you're doing 'just fine on your own'. Acting as unChristian as it gets and they leave you.

It's endless talk that goes around and around where you forget what started it all and just want peace. (you want to scream 'SHUT UP!" - it's got to be a kind of effective torture.)

It's loving someone and they use that love to work you into doing what they want.

It's manipulation. And I hate it.

My Mumbling Matra

"Mouth Control." Bless, do not curse.

"Put yourself in the other persons shoes."

What will happen to the other person if i don't forgive?

I must be really doing something right, because I am having a HARD time at work.

I Misspeak - - Again

Amy LaMore is so funny. Her indignation at my last blog absolutely made my day, my week, maybe my whole year. So let me rephrase:


Jennifer Maxwell knows me AS WELL AS anyone.

A Revelation

I'm teaching a class on Wednesday nights called "Bad Girls of the Bible." I am petrified. It's all the older ladies who know way way more than me and I am in front talking to them? It's unnerving. Although I try not to show it, this is HARD for me.

When i was reading Jaci's blog about her new puppy, she posted a picture of Julie with Jo Jo next to her. I whined like a baby: "I WANT that picture!"

Hang on - this all makes sense.

So there I am, shaking and nervous last Wednesday and right before class, Jennifer Maxwell hands me a folded piece of paper. It was Julie and Jo Jo.

Jennifer Maxwell knows me. I think maybe better than anyone.

Ike

As stupid as it sounds, I was so hoping Ike would swing this way. I LOVE a storm and the whole God-Power thing. I'm insured and so what if the house goes? It would actually be fun to redo things a bit.

I've heard, however, that it is death to be in the path of Ike. So I have the luxury of watching without the danger that Galveston and Houston have.

Wish it would get cold.

Fraility, thy name is 'Ken'

Our Bible study on Tuesdays is 'How to Love Someone you can't Stand." How ironically fitting.

Here at work. All caught up and trying to control the attitude.

I SO want to not make God angry. I do want to be what He asks.

It's a sobering thing to be conscience of your weakness. There is no doubt In my mind that only God can fix me. This time.

Every time.

A Day in the Life

Listening to Jaci and Jarred upstairs playing, James and Julee laughing and Jocelyn hitting the dangling bee I got her from Target and I just have to smile. Julee just called: "PaPa!! Com'ere!" to help her save Jaci. Jade just ran down the stairs, sliding on the wood. She's probably coming down here to toot again. She's gifted.


Jaci just hollered for James and Julee to help her. Too funny.

Virginia

Of course Brandee had to download these because I am the least computer literate person in the world. But you guys get an idea of these two cute kids Im hanging out with.

Have to tell you a cute story. I was in the hall and I thought I was alone, so I had a little gas. Okay, it was sorta loud, but after that plane ride I didn't care. Kaia comes tearing around the corner and says: "Daddy!"

His father would be so proud.

the South Will Rise Again.

Went to lunch today for BBQ. Being from Texas, I smirk when people say they know a good BBQ place. While the food was good, it was NOT BBQ.

The Church here is so like home, except the song leader was un . . . . .

. .. . . re . . . . .

. . . . . lee . . . . .

. .. . . . drag . . . .

. . . . ging . . . .

I've never been so glad to see the back end of "Stand Up for Jesus"


Virginia is a Yankee state, I don't care what the mason dixon line says.

These people are weird. And rude. And it's unreal that they won the war.

Airport Observations

I stand there, waiting for the call to wait in line so I can wait to check in, wait to find my seat, wait to take off, wait to land . . .

anyhow,

There I was, listening to my music watching people in the airport. I saw dozens of chubby couples, the wife almost always in front of the 'Dun-Lap' guy behind her. She looks perpetually irritated, he looks anxious that he is the cause for that irritation. And the only thing that I can't keep out of my mind is the fact that once those two giggled and whispered and 'did laundry' all the time. She ached for his call and died a little death when he kissed her. He hurried home to be able to touch her hand, smell the scent of 'her'.

But somewhere along the line they became disillusioned with that, or with each other, or maybe with life.

So what were people thinking as they watched me?

I think I need to remember that.

Attitude

My attitude is really beginning to worry me.

I know I've said this before, but, MAN! I am getting worse and worse as I grow older when it comes to speaking my mind. I listen to myself and can actually see me outside of me, lunging in slow motion, my arm out stretched hollering "NNNNNOOOOOO!" as I try to stop the words exit my mouth.

Is it because I love less? Because while I care what people think, I don't care nearly like I used to. Not at the expense of shutting up.

. . . and then . . .

... maybe that I love too much to shut up.

Nah, not that.

The Lottery

Because I'm fixin to go to Norfolk and then to Denver, I've been trying to wrap things up so Robert Fuselier doesn't have kittens or have all his hair fall out while I'm gone. Worry to that degree is SUCH a tiring waste of time. Every day I ask myself WHY I work there. It's to keep Robert Fuselier sane, I think. I am the only one he chills down around. So I bought him a Message Bible.

I'm entering into the show world again. Emily Mann will be showing my mini Tornado and Sara Stewart will be in charge of Hercules. What kind of idiot am i, huh? But those girls are NUTS about horses and showing. And I have a lot of horses.

It all comes down to using what God gives you to further God and not you.

It's a lottery. You don't ask God to bless you with that 45 million so you can show Him what you will do for Him. You take that 45 dollars and show Him what you will do for Him

So I guess I've won the lottery.

MP-3

Wow and how horrible has the last few weeks been? And just when I think I can't be hurt anymore . . .

God kicked me in my complacency. It's nice to actually grin while I type that. So I'm up late - it's 10:45pm!- buying music off Yahoo music so I can shut the door and work in oblivion tomorrow. I hear this stuff and it makes me relax.

and then . . .

My jaw hurts from bracing against the inevitable.

Thing that Makes Me Stop and Go "Hmmmm. . . "

And interesting observation:

I had a eye blurring, fighting-throwing-up, pulsating headache all day yesterday. I dreaded class with Emily Mann and Sarah Stewart because I was afraid of getting sick all over the place or falling off the horses because my equilibrium is effected by these headaches.

But I rode and I taught and my head felt better and better and better until it was gone.

Really gone. For the first time in literally 3 weeks. Gone.

Maybe it was the smell of Chief's sweat. Or the way Tesster obeyed. Or the laughter of those little girls.

Gone. Honest. Gone.

Blame it on Robert

Robert won't let me ride to work this week. It's hard on the horse and hard on me.

Personally, I think it's harder when I don't get any alone time with my horse, God and myself. Makes me sour.

And after yesterday, I think Robert's going to regret this decision.

. . .and the hits . . .

While I love Amy more than my luggage, I so wish she wouldn't worry. I have no idea how to stop taking on so much. So it's a bummer to know that I'm worrying her.

That being said . . .

There comes a point where all you can do is tie a knot and not let go.

Even if you don't want to.

I feel like I'm too old to have choices.

My God and I

There I was, sitting in the pew, singing 'Faithful Love' and crying because Christ is truly the ONLY one who will not let me down. It was so cool to have a and having such a heart so full of gratitude that it spilled out all over my face . . .


. . . and then . ..

. . . and then Mike and Jenn went forward to place membership and Mike ended up getting baptised by Robert.

Proof positive that God loves to give out gifts when we least expect them and in quantities that are unreal in their proportions.