I'm not sure if it has been the busy or the lazy or a mix of both but I have not been very diligent to this blog of mine. Not that I have many if any readers but either way, writing is calming and right now at this point in my life I need calm. Way too many things have been going on lately. Some for the better but so many seem for the worse. This leads me to sit and ponder the "why do these things happen" thoughts that so many of us have when life hands us lemons. I know that one is only given only so much as they can handle but it honestly seems overwhelming. At what point is one allowed to step back and say "ENOUGH!" or are we ever allowed to say that? Does this mean I do not have faith that everything happens for a reason and that while I may not understand the reason now it will present itself later? No, I have faith. Believe me, I have faith. It may not be a traditional faith but it is a faith nonetheless.
The first thing that always comes to mind when I get to an odd point like this is the poem "Footprints in the Sand." I imagine these times in my life where I feel alone and lost and wonder if there is someone carrying me through it why do I feel so alone and lost? Why do I question what is happening in my life? Shouldn't it be different? Shouldn't you feel like you are being supported? So yes, you turn all your thoughts to faith in these times but again, why do you feel so lost? Why do you question what is going on around you? It seems opposite of how one should feel during these type of times. If we have faith we should never feel lost or alone. Does this mean that our faith is broken? Does this mean that one is not doing something correctly with their faith? Does my faith mean any less or more than your faith? What about those that find faith through tragedy? Does their faith mean anything different? Why should it matter when and how you found your faith? Why does anyone care?
So many questions and so few actual answers. It all brings me back to the beginning of why so many things have to happen to each of us. Or why it seems like only certain people have all the bad things. I suppose I am just looking at the wrong side of this. Good things come out of the bad all the time. I just need to sit back, take it one day at a time, and let life happen. And remember that it all happens for a reason.
Enough of my rambles for the day....
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Saturday, May 30, 2009
I hate roaches!
I have an unreasonable fear of roaches. Silly I know, but I still have it. I scream like a little girl. Yes, me, screams like a little girl. Hard to believe. So, with all this stupid rain these stupid creatures have decided that coming into people's homes is better than just staying outside. They can live through nuclear war but a little rain sends them running. Explain that one to me.
My first terrible experience with a roach happened in college. One morning at NCM I was reaching into my closet to get a shirt out and a dead one fell on me. It was awful. I screamed and woke up the rest of the floor.
My second and by far the worst experience happened on my first manager shift at Quiet Flight. It was a Sunday morning at 8:30 am. I was cleaning and putting some things away and I walk into the Oakley section when this thing falls from the sky and lands on my hair and proceeds to crawl on my face. YES MY FACE! I screamed and threw it to the floor. Needless to say my scream sent all my boys running to see what was wrong. Around the corner came Shalon, Phillip, and Joey to see what was wrong. All I could do was point at this evil thing that had fallen on my face. It was awful and for about 6 months I couldn't walk through that section in Oakley.
So suffice it to say that when I see them I am not exactly eager to kill them myself. My father tried to kill the one that ran into my closet last weekend and while it was funny to see my father get on all fours chasing the thing around it was not killed. I have no idea where he went. I'm afraid he will be inside a shoe one day.
I tell you all this because last night I went to pick Bobbie up before we went out to Lights and Sirens and as I am standing in her kitchen waiting for her I see something crawling across a pan in the drying rack. It moves and I ask her to turn on her light because it was big. She turns on the light and we both scream because the damn thing was 3 inches long! 3 INCHES PEOPLE! Yes, I know that means this is a Palmetto Bug but all that means is larger FLYING roach! UGH! EW! So, she gets me a shoe and starts to remove the pots and pans from the drying rack. With each dish she takes out we scream because we see something move. She finally gets them all out and the damn thing is in the bottom of the sink....hiding! So we turn on the water and he hides on the side of the sink that is facing us so we can't see him. She peeks over the edge and screams which makes me scream and then says...."I saw an atenna." He goes to crawl out of the sink and I miss him and he dissapears down the side next to the fridge. All the while we are screaming like little girls. We promptly left after this because I couldn't handle any more. I HATE ROACHES!
I need to find someone to put on speed dial to come kill them for me.....Any Takers????
My first terrible experience with a roach happened in college. One morning at NCM I was reaching into my closet to get a shirt out and a dead one fell on me. It was awful. I screamed and woke up the rest of the floor.
My second and by far the worst experience happened on my first manager shift at Quiet Flight. It was a Sunday morning at 8:30 am. I was cleaning and putting some things away and I walk into the Oakley section when this thing falls from the sky and lands on my hair and proceeds to crawl on my face. YES MY FACE! I screamed and threw it to the floor. Needless to say my scream sent all my boys running to see what was wrong. Around the corner came Shalon, Phillip, and Joey to see what was wrong. All I could do was point at this evil thing that had fallen on my face. It was awful and for about 6 months I couldn't walk through that section in Oakley.
So suffice it to say that when I see them I am not exactly eager to kill them myself. My father tried to kill the one that ran into my closet last weekend and while it was funny to see my father get on all fours chasing the thing around it was not killed. I have no idea where he went. I'm afraid he will be inside a shoe one day.
I tell you all this because last night I went to pick Bobbie up before we went out to Lights and Sirens and as I am standing in her kitchen waiting for her I see something crawling across a pan in the drying rack. It moves and I ask her to turn on her light because it was big. She turns on the light and we both scream because the damn thing was 3 inches long! 3 INCHES PEOPLE! Yes, I know that means this is a Palmetto Bug but all that means is larger FLYING roach! UGH! EW! So, she gets me a shoe and starts to remove the pots and pans from the drying rack. With each dish she takes out we scream because we see something move. She finally gets them all out and the damn thing is in the bottom of the sink....hiding! So we turn on the water and he hides on the side of the sink that is facing us so we can't see him. She peeks over the edge and screams which makes me scream and then says...."I saw an atenna." He goes to crawl out of the sink and I miss him and he dissapears down the side next to the fridge. All the while we are screaming like little girls. We promptly left after this because I couldn't handle any more. I HATE ROACHES!
I need to find someone to put on speed dial to come kill them for me.....Any Takers????
Friday, May 29, 2009
My First Blog
Yup, This is Me. Welcome to my life, my thoughts, my randomness, and my eccentric lifestyle. I can be a very predictable person and a very random one. You never know what you will get. So....welcome to my blog.
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