Chariots of Fire, I am not

I've mentioned a couple of times about my character defect of not finishing things. I thought I would expound on that a little. Let me just tell you. I have many dreams, I dream of being things, but not becoming things. I'd like to be a doctor, I just don't want to become a doctor. I'm the type of woman who can pretty much do something if it needs to be done. I can change a tire, I just don't like to, it's just good to know that I can. I can do minor repairs around my little house, I just don't really like to. I love to have a beautiful yard, I just don't want to mow it, that's why there are lawn services out there.

There are many things out there that I have learned how to do, just to learn. Here's a few examples:
1. Cake decorating: My BFF and I decided we wanted to learn how to decorate cakes, make roses, flowers, write pretty with icing on cakes. So, we went to a class at Hobby Lobby and I learned how to decorate cakes. I can make a rose, make pretty borders, in general make a decent looking cake. I had a cake this year at our annual cake auction at church that was sold for $400. Cool huh? Well, after I conquered this skill I started getting calls from friends wanting me to make their children's birthday cakes. At this point, I had decided that decorating cakes was cool, but it made a gigantic mess, lots of cleaning little icing tips, making all the different colored icing, lots of stuff like that. I don't like little stuff like that. See, I like the idea of it, but the process is tedious, so I don't really decorate cakes anymore. However, my BFF? She now does it for a living, was the head decorator at a high-end grocery, she is amazing at it. Me, I have icing tips rusting in a bowl next to my sink.

2. Knitting/crocheting: For years, I wanted to learn how to knit. I could imagine myself sitting watching TV, knitting wonderfully beautiful sweaters, scarves. So, I bought some books, and learned the basics. I then cornered a lady at work who knows how to do all those things. I learned, one Christmas, I knitted 6 scarves for my neices, (I have 11 neices and nephews from two brothers, one brother has 7 kids!!) Then, I wanted to learn how to crochet, I did. I can do it. I made one cotton washcloth over spring break a couple of years ago. My other BFF? She learned to crochet when I did. She now crochets baby blankets, hats, scarves, afgans, etc. Me, I have a basket full of at least 12 different yarns, 5 sets of knitting needles, books and other various yarn type accessories sitting in a basket, in my living room under my TV.

3. My home: I love my house. I told myself when I graduated college that if I was single when I turned 30, that I would buy a house. So, I did. It was built in 1937, it's really cute. Before I moved in my friends helped me paint the kitchen, that was in 2002. I still have cabinet doors where the front of the door is painted, but the back is not. I started painting the trim in my hallway on New Year's Day this year...still not done. I am looking at a louvered door right now where the sides are painted, but I just could not bring myself to paint those stinking louvers!!! My front door is this heavy wooden door with the original lockset on it. The day I signed the papers on the house, the doorknob snapped in two. Now, this is not the type of doorknob you just run out and replace, the little pin that connects the two knobs is "special" and I think I am going to have to get one made to replace it. So, for 4 years, I have lived with no doorknob on my front door.

4. HTML: When I discovered the world of blogs, I convinced myself that I would teach myself HTML. That Sunday at church, they asked if anyone was interested in working on the church webpage. I bravely told our pastor after services that I was learning HTML and would do the webpage. Well, not so much. It's so confusing. I've learned little things, colors, copying source code, playing around with it. I'm just hoping that my pastor won't call me up expecting great things.

My roommate calls me Martha Stewart because I can tie a pretty bow on a present, or make a slipcover for a chair, or, hang pictures on a wall, bake a great cake...etc. I, on the other hand, know me. I'm just glad you all cannot see into this spare bedroom I am sitting in right now, I don't mind washing laundry, I just have an aversion to putting it away. I went out and bought a twin-sized bed for this room...so I would have somewhere to throw my clean clothes. (It's piled up behind me right now...I dig for clothes each morning) So, I have deemed myself: The Lazy Man's Martha Stewart. That's me.

Physics is working against me

Here's the deal, I have found out that I am a little insecure about writing this blog. I have started second-guessing myself and figured that my life was a little boring. But, again with the character-defect of not finishing stuff that I start, I am here, pushing thru.

So, this past weekend was Memorial Day, had the day off, did not do squat. Stayed on the couch, watched a few movies, saw my dad. That's about it. I did learn that my sweet dog Daisy cannot tolerate corn on the cob. I went to the store to get a few things and they had corn on the cob on sale, it was pretty, still in the husks, so I bought a couple. I go home, cook it up, munch it down in the most un-girl like manner. (I later found a kernel glued to my cheek, like 2 hours later) I took the leftover cobs out to my pooches. They gobbled them down, cob and all. Later, while I was watching a movie, Daisy starts pacing...Looking worried...Looking at me, pleadingly...Then she did it: threw up corn, on the floor (of course on the floor, where else would she throw up?) Poor baby. She was just embarrassed, hung her little head down and ran off. So, note to self: no corn on the cob for Daisy, she get's rice crispy treats instead.

I am now down 35 pounds. I started in January 2006, have gone down almost 2 sizes. I am pumped about this. So I go to buy clothes over the weekend and actually started crying in the Target dressing room, not for my usual reasons, but because the clothes fit and looked really good! I am sure the ladies in there were a little worried. I just could not believe it. I was so excited with the little outfit I had on, city shorts, the long shorts you can wear to work. (I swear, I read an article about it in the New York Times Fashion section) a frilly, lacy cottony top (that I did not buy because it was sleeveless, not ready for that just yet) I looked really good. Shorts! I have not wore shorts in years, I wore them to work today with my cute new pair of black pointy toe heels.

The original intent of shopping over the weekend was to find a bathing suit. I actually don't remember when I bought the suit I currently have, let's just say that it had to be at least 5-6 years ago. So, I need a new one right, my boobs are falling out of the old one. I must have tried on 15 suits at Target. For some reason, this year 99% of the swimsuits out there are halter style with absolutely NO boob support. I looked like a 70 year old woman with something to prove in those suits...Not suitable for public viewing. I actually laughed out loud in the Target dressing room during this episode.(Yes, the dressing room was the source of my many mood swings on Saturday, I should have to carry a note from a doctor to give to the attendant: Warning, likely to go off at any minute) I ended up getting one a TJ Maxx (love, love that store) I went swimming in it on Saturday...still with the boobs falling out...AAHHGG!!! A work friend's daughter works at Lane Bryant and she measured me for a bra last week...36DD, try putting those in a halter swimsuit!! Physics are working against me.

Milk?

This morning, I was driving across town to the adminstrative offices of the place I work. To do so, I basically drive a couple of miles on one of the main streets here in Plainview. At one intersection there is a convenient store, and not much else. As I was pulling thru the intersection, there was a woman crossing the road. She looked like she has just woken up, sweatshorts and t-shirt. And, in her hand was a glass pitcher...full of milk. Milk. Just crossing the street, carry a glass picther of milk. What?

What? Me Obsessive?

Here I am, I am alive. I realized something about myself this week. I tend to get a little manic at times, get really involved with something, then, just stop. Like this blog. I started it on May 4, was excited about writing, end then, just wasn't. But, in my attempt to overcome this little character defect, I am here, writing for all 5 of you who are actually reading this and coming back. (A big thanks by the way for that!!!)

So, what's new with me? Not much...Let's see, this week, I sprayed my yard for fleas. I tend to work pretty hard at that, with four animals, fleas can become a big problem once they start. My kitties are sporting their lovely purple and white flea collars, much to their chargrin. My pups have had their flea baths, much to their horror. (My little Daisy is so smart...How smart is she? I can just say the word "bath" and she gets all, "What, me? Bath? I don't need no stinking bath!!" Her entire face will actually fall, her ears will prick up, she stops smiling/panting and just stares at me like she is trying to use that Jedi trick of telepathy to make me start thinking about hotdogs.) I spent money on this stuff to spray the yard, seems to be working and then...And then...My lovely neighbors across the alley choose to put their lovely chewed up, ripped apart mattress in the alley by the dumpster, which is on my property. So, this mattress is actually resting on my fence. And I am just certain that it is flea infested, judging from their yard and their dog. AAGGHHHH! Tomorrow, I plan on going and buy more stuff to spray the mattress, so to stop the spread of the forementioned fleas to my yard, then to my dogs, then to my house, then to my bed!!! These neighbors are really pretty nice people. And, I don't want to be a bad, meany neighbor, but I have actually called the city three times in four years because of the junk they tend to throw in the alley. I must admit, it's not the best of me that comes out. It's that ugly, nasty me I mentioned in an earlier post. Ok, enough of that.

What else? Another telltale sign of my manic/obsessiveness? As I have mentioned earlier, I help out at church with our Media stuff. I do things like design announcements to project during church, powerpoints for sermons, lyrics to our worship songs. Well, tomorrow is a Women's conference at church. My pastor's wife is speaking, and I love, love this woman and want her powerpoint to absolutely rock. So, in my mind, I build this powerpoint, thinking, this is going to be the best, most beautiful, life changing powerpoint ever. The women at the conference will see it and fall to their knees praising God...see, this is how my mind works...scary huh? Ok, so I don't really know alot yet about graphic design, but I downloaded this program, a trial program, for 30 day only and I love it. So, since I only have 30 days on this program, I feel the need to spend every waking moment on it, trying to suck the marrow out of this program before the 30 days are up...I now have 27 days left... Today alone, four hours on this powerpoint, just messing with it, changing colors, fonts, changing them back, changing the custom designed background on my new program...shopping online for more graphics...There was actually a time in there that I could not tell if my right hand was still attached to my arm...the mouse felt like another appendage...I actually left work early to work on this thing...So, I get a couple of versions together and run them up to the church this afternoon, I am wearing my just-got-out-of-work outfit of a white tanktop, sportsbra (uni-boob and all) and baggy jeans, (because all my jeans are baggy right now!!) and run up there, thinking, no one will be there...wrong!!! Yes, there are people there and here I am in my tanktop and uniboob. (now, I don't generally wear tanktops in public, but with my recent weightloss and sporting my fake-n-bake tan, I think, what the heck?) So, I confidently walk in, march up to the media stuff and act like I am the bee's knees. Guess it worked, no one laughed, pointed or screamed in pain.

So This is Mother's Day

Mother's Day could be a very bad day for me every year. But it's not. Three years ago in March, my mom passed away from lung cancer, she was 59. She went into the hospital on December 31, they did surgery to remove the tumor, but found that it had spread. She had chemo, got an infection and spent the last 8 weeks of her life in a hospital room. I loved my mom, and life has been very different since then. I don't even remember the rest of that year, 2003, except that I got Daisy, one of my dogs. It's only thru the grace of God that I still had my job, friends, and a church. I discovered that I am not very good at the whole grief thing. I miss her terribly, especially on days like today...but not in a bitter, angry, kind of way. You see, God has been so incredibly generous to me in the way He has surrounded me with wonderful, loving women of God who love me so much. At my mom's funeral, about half of the people who came were from my church, my church family I should say. That's just an example of the healing power of God's love and how He uses his church.

This morning at church, we did the whole Mother's Appreciation thing, and we have some incredible mothers at our church. There is one mother, a single mother with 4 children, one set of twins, a boy and a girl, and two other daughters. When I first met her the twins were 3 years old, they are now 13 (i think) and the mother is a grandmother. You want to talk about a rough life, she had it, every excuse to have a rough family of her own, but she has an incredible family and she is an incredible mother. She is an LVN and has started work on her RN. Her children all serve the Lord and are wonderful kids. She is a total inspiration to me and lots of people thru her incredible testimony of God's powerful hand in her life.

So, instead of being all sad today, I have rejoiced because of the wonderful mothers around me. One of my BFFs has included me into her family, and her extended family. It's is to her moms house that I go on holidays, Christmas, Easter and Mother's Day, where my friends two daughters brought me a rose today, they never leave me out of things like that. Although I don't have a biological mother on this earth anymore, I have several spiritual mothers who more than make up in my mom's absence.

So, Happy Mother's Day to all the wonderful, loving, giving, sharing, sacrificing, hiney-wiping, snot-cleaning, hugging, caring moms out there. Good work!!!

At What Point Does the Chin Fat Go Away?

I mentioned in an earlier post that I have recently lost about 30 pounds, right? Well, I'm still going and blowing on that, trying really hard. As many other women, I have been on every diet out there. But this time? This time it's different. I decided in November of 2005 that I had to lose weight, I was at a point that I was not happy. So, I gave myself permission to just have my way for December and November. I ate anything and everything. No worries thru Thanksgiving, my birthday, Christmas. The whole time, I was gearing myself up for January 2006. And I did it, and I am still doing it. It's been really a blessing. I even had to, not got to, buy new clothes. Now, I know this is vain, and you may roll your eyes when you read this, but I am also tanning, like in a tanning bed. (Save the: That's not good for you bit, I know) This is the first time since high school that I actually am not a pasty white. (By the way, I'm a redhead and I have redheaded skin too) So, I am feeling pretty good about myself lately. Until...

Sunday at church, we had a professional photographer come and take pictures during our services. The photograher is a friend of mine I've known since college and he's really, really good. Here's his website if you are ever in the Texas panhandle and want your picture taken: Jason Johnson Photos (check out his blog for a couple of pics from our church and our pastors.) So, anyway, I was at the computer that runs our worship projection system and he snapped my picture. Tonight, I saw the picture, it was in profile. I was anxious to see it, to see how I look you know, after losing the weight. My questions is this: at what point does the chin fat go away? I hate pictures of me, especially from the side because I inherited my grandmother's chin, and evidently her neck too. I have given myself a diagnosis: reverse body dismorphic disorder. (I do work in the mental health field you know) Anorexics tend to believe that they are bigger than they really are, I have the reverse of that, I am not as thin as I think I am...and profile pictures of me are just the proof I need of that. So tonight I am thinking, maybe I have not lost that much weight...that chin fat is still there. How unfair!!!

But, even as I sit here typing, I am encouraged...I mean 30 pounds is nothing to sneeze at, right? I'll just have to make sure that all photographs of me taken from this day forward be shot face front, absolutely no profiles!!

Love being single

Most of the time, I really don't mind being single...the freedom, able to go when and where I want to...at large church functions, when someone's kid is acting up. (don't get me wrong, love the kids!!) But then there are nights like tonight. I got home kind of late from a birthday party for my friend, my little pooches were missing me so I go into the backyard to kick around the soccer ball when I see something...a tiny, little gray kitty...(sorry about this...) dead...in my backyard, little, formerly fuzzy, kitten...deceased...And being the strong single woman that I am, I wished for everything that I had a man...to take away the little gray kitty...No, I had to go get my shovel...load it up and dispose of it...Now, I am a pretty resourceful woman...I put a floor in my bathroom all by myself...I can unclog a drain...mow my yard...change a lightswitch all my myself...but I would have given my left thigh for a man to carry away that little gray kitty. (I'd actually give my left thigh for a change in the wind direction!) Then, I am suddenly hit with the realization that my sweet little pooches are the ones who made that gray kitty that way!!! Here they are, panting little smiling, panting faces looking at me expectantly and all I saw were Cat Killers!!! I know they were probably trying to play with the kitty...they play with mine all the time and the little kitty was overcome...so sad...so sweet...so wished I had a man.

So, in some weird way, this got me pondering being single. Nothing like a dead cat in your backyard to make you do that huh? I realized that I have aged...my idea of marriage has changed. Fifteen years ago, what I really wanted was a wedding, white gown, flowers, singing, honeymoon night. Now, I could really care less about the wedding (Ok, not so true) but what I want is a man...to carry out the dead cats...
Just kidding, that would be one of the perks!

On a more serious note, although dead cats are pretty serious, I have a great value for marriage. The way it symbolizes that relationship between Jesus and His church is a beautiful thing. And, even though I do want a nice wedding, what's more important to me is the relationship...the family thing...children...having the spiritual covering that comes from a husband. That's what I want now. And even though I am capable of doing all those things I listed before and I truly deeply believe that being single does not discount me in the Kingdom of God, I look forward to the day that I won't have to do all those things. Now on that wedding thing...I'm not sure if this is any kind of record...but I have been a bridesmaid 13 times. THIRTEEN!!! (two times for one brother...but hey, that counts!)

Why can't I just keep my mouth shut?!?!?

Do you ever have a day where you are less than proud of yourself? When something happens and your reaction is so ugly that you want to run and hide? Ok, I'll call that 'Monday.' I have worked at the same place for 11 years. I love it, it's a great place to work, great benefits, flexibility (meaning I can run to the bank and it's no big deal, or go get a haircut, etc). This also means that I have worked with the same people for several years...close to 6 with the one I am about to talk about. When you work with someone that long, it can become almost like a brother/sister kind of thing. Well, my coworker and I kind of "got into it" yesterday. It got ugly, me standing up, him pointing fingers, telling me to sit down, me totally shaking, quivering..(I hate when I get that angry because I just want to cry, and everyone know, there's know crying when you work with men) It ended up with me storming out of his office...no resolution. I go back to my office and I am hit with the absolute ugliness that just came out of me...no mature communication, no professional demenure, just ugliness. I like to think that I have been in the workfield, managed several programs, worked with the public, etc for 11 years so that I should by now be able to overcome my 12 year old tendencies to shout, call someone a "ninny" and run away. Not to mention, foremost, that I totally did not represent Jesus to this coworker, just ugliness. I was totally embarrassed...

So, I spent the day in my office, only to be called to our boss's office at 4:00 for a "come to Jesus" talk. It went really well, and we all made up and are getting on with it. I apologized for my behaviour, it's better now. But, God has been working on me lately in the area of my mouth...and it's tendencies to just open and unleash nastiness and ugliness onto anyone within a 10 foot radius. God is so faithful to us...He is faithful to show us who we are, the good and the bad. Yesterday, I was made aware of my heart...which is a hard thing to deal with...but, more so, I was made aware of His wonderful mercy, gracy and forgiveness. God is so faithful to let us take the same test over and over and over and over and over and over until we pass it. His goal for us is not perfection, but relationship. God is not looking for us to some day wake up and be perfect, no sins, loving, gracious to everyone, holy light shining out of our ears...If that were His goal for us, then we would never had needed Jesus to die on the Cross. If we had in us the ability to even be remotely perfect, the Cross would have been a mute point. But, we are not perfect...the Cross was the final, complete redemptive work that gave us life, hope and joy.

Even though I was a total butthead (is that right, is butthead one word or two: butt head?) God is gracious, He is not offended with me, he loves me. That's how I am able to sleep every night.

In the past few months, I have experienced a healing and restoration in my life. I will spend more time in the next couple of days sharing about it. But let me just sum up with God is faithful. God is good.

All creatures...

Here are pics of my sweet little guys. Pardon the picture quality. I am one of those sad sacks who has not gone out and bought a digital camera, so these are scanned.


This is Daisy, my little sweetie!!!


This one is DooWee, the wannabe Sheltie. He looks nothing like his brothers and sisters, but has a tail that has grown out to look like Daisy's



This is Sophie, the feline fur generator...especially this time of the year.



And finally, Boo, aka "The Love Monkey" He loves to be held, squeezed, giving love bumps on the chin.

I started out with just Sophie. Then some friends, actually my BFF mentioned in yesterday's post, moved to an apartment and I suddenly inherited Boo. Later, right after my mom passed away in 2003, my other BFF's Sheltie has puppies, and she gave me Daisy...Daisy was a blessing from God, after my mom died, Daisy was such a source of comfort and joy to me. Then, well, I figured Daisy was lonely...so I got Doowee from another friend because he was the most gentle in his litter...it's was all a show, gentle my foot...he was a wild child, but has calmed down pretty well now. So now, it's me, my non-pet-loving roommate, and my four critters. I love them...but there are times...for example

So, last night I got in bed, spent from a day of shopping. I go to pull up the covers and there it is...a mystery spot, several mystery spots...I looked at it, it's kind of yellow...doesn't really smell, not water, not pee. what the heck is it??? So, I had to strip my bed at 11:30pm!!! Love them, not necessarily all the byproducts.

Morning...what the #$$%?

Why is it on a Saturday morning, when I could lay in bed, dream the morning away, that I totally can't sleep. Then, I go ahead and get out of bed, dragging my hiney up, open my Bible, then instantly fall asleep. It's cruel, I'm am so sure that if I lay back down, I'll be totally awake,,,so I'll get up...then go back to sleep...

So today I am going shopping for clothes. You see, my old clothes no longer fit me, I have lost about 30 pounds in the last few months and my clothes don't fit. Did you get that, they don't fit!!! THEY DON'T FIT!!! Which is an absolutely wonderful and fun thing, but, I have to buy new clothes...I don't mind shopping, I just have to drive 50 miles south or 70 miles north to get to good shopping. The town where I live has a Superwalmart, and one other little store...so...guess I am on the road again. It's not all bad, I am meeting up with my BFF, her husband and their new little baby: Mini--she's a Yorkie. A tiny, furry, yelpy, runny, Yorkie...so tiny, you want to just put her in your pocket, I guess you actually could. I think if my BFF could, she would try to nurse this little thing herself...

Last night, my church had a marriage conference. Why, you may ask would a single, never married, 34 year old woman need to go to a marriage conference? Actually, I help run our video/worship projection system at church and I was working, not attending, although I could have attended, but I ended up playing 3D Pinball on the computer with the soundboard guy instead. I have attended and participated in many marriage conferences over the years...sometimes an effort of great frustration for me, but more often an effort of great blessing. I am not claiming that hey, you see, I have attended these conferences, I know about marriage, I can handle it...I am not that delusional...yet.

I have discovered that I really like using this...see it...those three dots together...implies a pause...timing...do I use it to much...not sure...

I totally understand

Yesterday I started this whole thing...in reading over my post I realized that I put myself at 35...really, I am 34, for 6 more months at least. So this got me thinking about that age: 35. It's halfway to 40!!! 40!!! I still see myself, and I think I could pass for, let's say 25. If you don't look too closely. So, just a quick correction.

Guess you gotta start somewhere

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The Proverbial Woman

Ok, so over the last few weeks, I have been exposed, if not overexposed, to the wide world of blogging. Many hours spent reading over blogs by women, mostly moms, some single women, some men. I have read blogs on politics, fashion, family, babies, lots and lots of babies, mommies, daddies, why the world sucks, why you suck, why I suck...well, surely you know what I mean. So, I have pondered this idea...why would anyone want to read stuff that I write? I don't have some cool marketing or webdesign job in some overrated city. I don't go out to bars, pick up men, or travel extensively. (are you kidding, with gas, having to pump the gas, pay for the gas, watch my car suck the gas away!!) I live a simple life, if not somewhat boring life...I read, I watch TV, I work, I hang out with friends, go to church, you get the picture. But, I have an eye for things that are wonderful, beautiful, tweaky, quirky, silly, and I always have these thoughts in my head thinking....I gotta be crazy. But, I figured I'd put it out there, see what happens...test the waters.

I have always wanted to write. Somewhere at my parent's house are spiral notebooks, with running horses splashing through water on the covers. In these notebooks are my junior high renditions of my version of what my friends now affectionately call "Crotch Novels." (men have pornography, women have crotch novels) As I am now, a mature, 35-year old single Christian woman, I won't even pick one of these things up. As I was then, I read about 3-4 of these a week, I just knew that was how love was. You know the ones I am talking about: Sinful Journey, the story of Josephine, an exotically beautiful, penniless farmer's daughter, forced for work for the rich, willful, land owner and of course, devastatingly handsome, Dirk Rock. The cover of the book shows Josephine, the bodice of her dress carefully hanging on to her alabaster shoulders while Dirk holds her in his strong, abled arms. Wind blowing over them, quiet desparation in their eyes as they passionately sort out what their love means...Ok, you get it, right? I can see my pudgy, awkwared little self, age 13, barely a woman, tacky plastic oversized glasses so popular in 1984, never had sex, writing these stories. I even made out character profiles and everything. Funny huh? I wonder where those notebooks are? I should find them and burn them...or maybe post excerpts on here. I can't even go there in my mind anymore AAHHGGG! Ok, I digress, I was talking about me wanting to write. I just know I have it in me. Blogging seems like the opportunity to see if it's in me.

A little about me: Christian, Single, never married, 35, and, well, let's just say I still would have no authority to write a crotch novel. I'm happen to be proud of that fact...there are not very many of us left in the world.

I live in Plainview, Texas, stuck in between Lubbock and Amarillo...you know that part of Texas that is square at the top, I live almost directly in the dead center of that square, maybe a little south of dead center. I work in the public mental health field as I have for almost 11 years. I am one of those people who gets to tell other people how to do their jobs and what they are doing wrong. Done it forever, could do it with my eyes closed!!! But, hey, the benefits are great, flexible, love the poeple I work with...

I have two dogs, two cats and a roommate. I am part of a church called Harvest Christian Fellowship, a spirit-filled, Kingdom of God loving church where the women are women and the men are men. I love my church!!! I love Jesus. He is so very, very good!!! I'll will probably be writing about Him often. Things like what He has done, is doing, is not doing...etc. So, expect more of that. I am not a preachy Christian. I believe that Jesus and His salvation is something that comes about thru relationships, sharing your life with people, accepting people where they are and hoping for better. So, if you aren't really the religious type, don't run off quite yet...remember me no preachy!

Ok, so I don't have children, I do have animals...Ok, here's the lineup: Daisy, the matriarch of the home, a 3 year old Sheltie. Next, is DooWee- a 2 year old mutt, wanna-be Sheltie. The cats are Boo 12 years old, a furry little love monkey whom I love and Sophie 5 years old, well, she's a cat, she keeps to herself as long as I feed her. Pictures to follow.

Ok, so there's the nutshell. I'll be back... (cue music, curtain falls)