10/24/09

The Gals

One of the great joys in my life is laughing with my friends, I call them "the gals". I'm not a "talk on the phone, do lunch, window shop" kind of gal...never have been, probably never will be. But find me a spot with a bunch of women that love to laugh and I won't move all day. Throw in coffee or cake, I could take root and never leave.

Finding those women can be tricky sometimes, espcecially if you're new to the social scene. But thankfully, I found my gals quickly, the ones I knew I could count on to get me into trouble whenever we go out into public. Nothing too severe, just the occasional side glance or glare from another woman when we get too loud. I unfortunately snort sometimes when I laugh, hasn't happened in a while, but I have been know to rattle a window or two when it does.

Of course my children are usually nowhere to be found when I'm with my gals, unless they are trapped in a car with us. But usually they disappear the moment I connect with my gals. The embarrassment is too great for them to handle. But I have the peace of knowing that they too will someday embarrass their own offspring, so it doesn't really bother me too much.

I don't think husbands appreciate our relationships with other gals as much as they really should. Just think about what our homes would be like if we didn't have those gals in our lives. I shudder just thinking about it...the chaos, the weeping, the utter devastation...okay, it wouldn't be that bad. But having a good ole "laugh till ya snort" moment every few days has to be good for your constitution. And his.

So find that gal or gals in your life that make you laugh till you cry (or snort, whichever the case may be), grab a cup of coffee and plant yourself for awhile. Your husband and children won't mind too much. And if that lady in the booth next you starts giving you the "evil eye", just smile and ask her to join you...she might not have any gals of her own...

10/16/09

He Is.

This morning I opened the Word to hear from my Lord personally. That sounds kinda strange but for weeks now, I've been reading the Word not in a relational sense but as a goal, which is to read through the Bible in a few months. While that is worthwhile, I have found myself focused on that goal instead of reading and applying the Word personally. Not so this morning. I turned to His Word this morning to hear Him speak to me. Just He and I. No goals, no distractions. Just me and my Father. I went to Psalm 16, written by David...

Perserve me, O God, for in you I take refuge.
He is my Sheltering Wing under which I am protected.

I say to the LORD, "You are my Lord; I have no good apart from you."
He is my Portion and my Pardon.

As for the saints in the land, they are the excellent ones,
in whom is all my delight.

He is the Giver of my precious blessings of family and friends.

The sorrows of those who run after another god shall multiply;
their drink offerings of blood I will not pour out
or take their names on my lips.

He is Mighty to save.

The Lord is my chosen portion and my cup;
you hold my lot.
He is my Sustainer and Stronghold.

The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places;
indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.
He is my Hope.

I bless the Lord who gives me counsel;
in the night also my heart instructs me.
He is my Constant and Faithful friend.

I have set the Lord always before me;
because he is at my right hand,
I shall not be shaken.
He is the Armor I wear daily.

Therefore my heart is glad, and my whole being rejoices;
my flesh also dwells secure.
He is my Joy and Comfort.

For you will not abandon my soul to Sheoul,
or let your holy one see corruption.
He is Trustworthy and True.

You make known to me the path of life;
in your presence there is fullness of joy;
at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.
He is my All in all.

10/11/09

Loose Ends Vol. 1 No. 17

Since Hayden is in band, all the parents have to take a turn working the band concession stand at the high school football games...and our turn was this past Friday night. Besides selling hamburgers and Orange Crush sodas, I also got to see a fight that the cops had to break up, was coughed on 17 times, and actually sweated through my jeans. I made it through the evening though...I discovered that muttering under my breath, "I love my kid, I love my kid, I love my kid" seemed to help...I actually started chanting that phrase during the third quarter when the gallon size can of processed nacho cheese sauce fell on my foot. After that, all the other parents in the concession stand seemed to avoid me. They all gathered at the other end and at one point I thought I heard them whispering about "that weird woman with the wet pants that keeps talking to herself". They pretty much left me alone with my squirt bottle of ketchup and my hot dog tongs for the rest of the game.

October in Florida stinks. It's hot and it's humid. Putting up autumn decorations in 93 degree weather really stinks. Just thought I'd lay that one out there.

Kaitlin is back at school after a week at home for Fall break...she called an hour or so ago to tell us she forgot to bring her dorm room key back with her and she wants to drive home to get it. It's only 10 hours give or take.

I love it when the Lord refreshes old friendships.

I need a vacation from my brain.

A simple shopping story...

Her cart was dripping. The grocery cart she was pushing around the produce section of the big box store I had just entered was drippin...