See You Monday

My home internet is gone which means I won't be updating this weekend, I won't be able to enjoy a cup of coffee and blog hop on Saturday morning ... guess I'll just have to work on my novel instead

just kidding ... I'm not writing a novel ... maybe ... ummm ... have a good weekend!  See y'all on Monday!

Friday Fiction -- The Party

Today is Friday Fiction over at The Red Dress Club.  Today's prompt is to write a story about running into an ex at a grocery store from the guy's perspective.  So, this story contains a few words, and I would rate it at PG-13.

Ok ... onto the story!

The Party

The morning light wakes me up with its bright beams shining upon my face.  Well, really it is more likely afternoon light, and that last statment is so not my style.  Sometimes my brain suprises even my own thoughts.  Really, I think it all leads back to that bitch I broke up with last week.  See, she is a poetry major, and I guess I just learn well through osmosis.

I stumble my way to the bathroom as my thoughts creep back to her curvasive body.  Damn, if only she didn't have to be so annoying.  After a quick shower, and more memories, I head out to see if my roommate is up yet.

"Jeff!" I yell beating on his locked bedroom door.  "Get the hell out of bed, man.  We need to head to the store and get some food and booze for the ladies tonight."

I continue to beat down his door until I can hear a stream of cuss words flowing my way through the thin aluminum trailer door.  Satisfied with my alarm clock skills I make my way to the kitchen for some breakfast, well, er, lunch.  Whatever, its all food.

Jeff and I head out to his SUV.

"Damn dude, you're car is some messy shit.  Thank goodness you don't ever take girls out on dates or else you'd never get laid."

I smirk as he responds with an exaggerated eye roll. 

"Dude," he replies, "Just be glad that I drive your ass around town or else you'd be walking.  And I'm sure the ladies prefer a messy car over walking."

He cranks up the music, and we are on our way to the store.  See, we don't have to worry about all that formal shit like dates and all because we are known for our parties, often filled with drunk dancing girls.  Since the bitch is now gone from my life, I'm already planning to invite some of those girls into my room for a private party.  Yeah, it feels good to be rid of her.

We clammer out of the SUV and grab a cart each, one for beer and one for food.  It's a good thing Jeff's parents are loaded because we plan on throwing another spectacular party tonight.

Soon, our conversation turns away from the food we need tonight to the ass we hope to get.  Rolling down the frozen food aisle, I happen to glance at some pretty fine ass stuck high up in the air.  The owner must be searching for that very last frozen something, but I don't care as I enjoy the view from afar.

"Hey man, check out that ass." Jeff interupts my thoughts with his words, " I think she needs to know about our party tonight.  You're newly back on the market, you should let her know."

Well, I can't turn down a suggestion like that, so I start off in her direction.  As I'm walking, I'm trying to push thoughts of seeing her naked out of my mind and focus on the line I need to use.

'You must be tired because you've been running circles in my mind,' no why would she be running; 'Are you an angel?' no, too vague; 'Are you an astronaut because your ass is out of this world', yeah, that is my line.

"Hey babe, are you an ..." I stop abruptly because she turns around.  One singular thought is running around my mind 'oh hell no'. 

The bitch looks me up and down.  "Am I an astronaut? Oh Scott, will you ever grow up?"

"Oh baby, I knew it was you," I stammer as the blood heats up my checks.  "I just, uh, well, I wanted you to know about our, um, party tonight..."

She smiled and ran her hand down my cheek.  "Are you blushing?"  She leans in and whispers into my ear, "Do you miss me and my ass?"

I don't dare say anything or even move.  Shit, I did not realize the power she still holds over me.

Jeff finally makes his way over to our spot to save me from this awkard situation.

"Angie, what are you doing to our boy here?  Why don't you step back a bit."

"Anything for you Jeff," she snarks back.  "Scotty here just wanted to tell me about the party y'all are throwing tonight."  She turns my way, "Sounds like a good time.  I'll see you tonight."  And she saunters away swinging her nice ass.

"Dude," Jeff turns to me with a horrific look on his face, "you fuckin' invited her to our party?"

"I didn't really mean to, it just kinda came out."

"Man," he sighed, "you need a beer or two."

Thankfully we finished our shopping with no more bitch encouters and speed off to get the trailer ready for tonight.

With the music thumping loud and friends arriving at our door, I feel the power Angie displayed at the store slowly leaving my rigid muscles.  The alcohol seeps in with a new power, and soon I'm rocking our party, inviting girls in and passing out drinks.  I even convince myself that Angie has forgotten about tonight's party.

Soon I find myself perched on the corner of our porch talking with a really pretty girl.  Oh what's her name ... Sarah, Sue, Stacey ... oh hell, whatever, she has great boobs!

Just as I'm warming Great Boobs up to the idea of letting me show her my bedroom, I see a familiar figure walking up the stairs of our porch.  It's like a magnet pulls her in my direction.

"Hey Scott.  Oh Samantha, could I have a moment here with our boy."

Oh, Samantha, that's her name.  Oh no, I hope she doesn't leave now.

"Oh Angie, sure," Samantha stammers as she scurries out of the way.

Damn, why does Angie have to be so much of a queen bee?

"Scott, could we speak in your room?"

I sigh as I turn to walk off to my room.  Like I have any choice in the matter.  The alcohol that once replaced the power has now expanded its hold on me.  Instead of thinking about Stacey, I am now entertaining thoughts on how I can now 'hit it and quit it' with Angie tonight, because seriously, her ass still looks good.

Once in my room she sits in my desk chair while I sprawl onto my bed.  Her prowess turns into puppy dog eyes as she looks at me.

"Scott," she starts slowly, "I miss you.  I need you in my life.  I know I can change, and I will be good to you.  Please let me back into your life."

I sit up onto the edge of my bed.  As a stare deeply into her eyes I think, 'Maybe she is sincere.  Maybe she didn't mean those hurtful words the other night.  Maybe she does still love me.'

"Well Ang," I reply with my smirky smile, "I think I can take you back this time."

The smile on her face lights up my room.  As she giddily saunters in my direction I think maybe this will really work out this time.  Anyways, I still have that diamond ring hidden in my dresser.  

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I hope you enjoyed my fictional story.  Please visit the Red Dress Club for more stories!

It's tough not to Worry

²⁵"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? ²⁶Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? ²⁷Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life^[b]?

 ²⁸"And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. ²⁹Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. ³⁰If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? ³¹So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' ³²For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. ³³But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. ³⁴Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

I have memorized Matthew 6:28-30 with the hopes that I would stop worrying.  It didn’t help … I still worry.

My obsession with the end of Matthew 6 started when I was a freshman in college.  I was trying to come up with a screen name for AOL instant messenger.  I am horrible when it comes to coming up with names and titles and such.  So I was talking to the people who happened to be in my dorm room when someone brought up one of their favorite Bible verses … yeah, you guessed it: Matthew 6:28.  You could be NOworries628.  and that became my screen name.

So, I had to memorize the end of Matthew 6 to explain my name to all the random people I would soon to chatting to on AIM.  And of course explain how these verses changed my life, and I know longer worry because I have the knowledge stored in these wonderful words.

While they are truly wonderful and amazing words sent from a Father who loves us; they have not changed my life.  And while my screen name for a few things remains NOworries628, it’s more of a reminder of God’s reminder to not worry as much, or it’s an oxymoron to my personality … I’ll let you decide on that one.

I have had (still have) always will have a lot in my life to worry about, and this collection of verses does help out in my life.  Sure, having this knowledge hasn’t cured me from worrying, but it has reminded me that I am not in control.  One of my favorite lines is 6:27 – “Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?”

Although I also think that these words are often taken out of context and used to explain some crazy behavior.  Like that person who never pays attention to anything because “God will take care of me”, or people who don’t pay bills because “God will provide the money.”  Have they ever thought that perhaps God did provide, but you just missed it while you were busy explaining to all your friends about how ‘you don’t know how, but someday God will fix my money problems’.  Perhaps you’re friend mentioned an insignificant job opportunity that maybe didn’t seem good enough … well that could have been God providing for you.

God doesn’t always provide in the ways that we want.  I want to make more money.  God has not given me a new job like I would have liked; you know, just plopped down an open position in front of me so I could be accepted and start work with my new salary the next day.  But he did provide me with a friend who I talked to, who let me know about an opening in her company.  He did provide me with the confidence I needed to (hopefully) ace my interviews.

And now, even though it’s hard to see sometimes, He has provided me with the peace and patience to wait.

“Therefore, do not worry about tomorrow for tomorrow will worry about itself.” 6:34

So today I will pray for patience, and I just might add that it would be cool if I could know what will happen with this interview, but I will also add for peace and for the understanding to see and acceptance to handle what He does provide for me.

Talking and Waiting

sigh ...

I will tell you the interview went well ... when I'm not over-analyzing, over thinking, going over each detail in my head, critiquing what I said and what I didn't say ... for the few minutes I have peace, I will tell you the interviewed went well and I totally rocked their socks off

but I'm not good at waiting ... I'll tell you more tomorrow :-)

Now onto some funny!

or conversational Tuesday ... bite me, I had a long weekend!

On the way home from Birmingham Leah was whining --

Leah: (yelling) Christy, Christy, Christy
Me: What's my name?  It's not Christy ... it's Mommy
Leah: I no like Mommy
Me: Awwww, I love you Leah
Leah pouts
Andrew: Well, how would you like it if Mommy stopped the car and left you on the side of the road?
Leah: I like Mommy now

This conversation was supposed to be a secret, but it is way too funny to tell ...
My younger sister (and by younger I mean 22) got a Bijion puppy a couple of months ago, and her and my mom were out walking the pup on Sunday.  The neighbor noticed the puppy and brought out her dog of the same breed.  They checked each other out and then kinda kissed ... like licked each other in the face.
Sister: Mom, is it ok for them to kiss before Sandy is fixed?

This is my favorite, and I think we re-told it a million times this weekend.  Leah is taught (and is pretty good at it) to say "Excuse me" after she burps or toots.

So, we are driving into town and we hear
Leah: Excuse me
Andrew: Leah, did you toot or did you burp?
Leah: I burped ...
(ten second pause)
Leah: with my butt

I love that girl!

Welcome new friends!

Found at the Lake

I am so excited to have found The Red Dress club and their weekly writing link-up.  This week was seriously the coolest way to have a theme.  I just had to play along!

The following story is fictional and derived by choosing the following numbers:

6, 8, 2, 5

Found at the Lake

The early evening sky shook from the boom of the thunder clap.  He knew it was a warning; a noise telling people miles away about the destruction below.  He knew it was meant for him as the way the sky communicated its thoughts.  He knew it was the world telling him to seek shelter.  The only problem was finding a place to hide.

He looked over at the deserted picnic area.  Long ago the patrons had all left.  They packed up their left-over food, footballs and frisbees, and drove to the safety of their own homes.  But Dan didn’t have a home to drive to, a place with a tv and a solid roof, with lights to burn in the night and a kitchen for hot food.  

‘Whatever’, he scoffed to the thoughts in his head.  He didn’t need those distractions in his life.  He had Nature.  He had the morning sun to heat him and the nightly moon to light his night.  He had nuts with the squirrels for breakfast and fish from the lake for dinner.  He was a real man, not a pansy who needed a house to feel good about himself.

He also shivered at nights and swatted away the bugs.  He saved up donations for a good pair of tennis shoes to run from the cops when they came shining their lights around his Nature.  He’d be damned if they were to put him in a cell with it’s cold silver bars and hard benches or even worse a ‘shelter’ with sappy sweet people who did not understand; who could not understand.

The darkening sky screamed another warning with a louder thundering clap.  The boom reverberated in his ears, faintly bringing back a memory from a time ago.  A song rang in his ears; a man crooning with a twang; lyrics about thunder rolling.  He shook his head to clear the memories, but they came anyway.

Mostly dull moments flooded his mind.  The alcohol had helped to dull the pain, as had the drugs supplied by friends for favors.  Favors that were now the reason he knew that the bars of a jail cell were cold and the toilet paper rough.  Behind the dull moments he may be able to glimpse a glance of happiness, but he didn’t try.

He remembered the life changing events as blurs of colors.  He remembered the multiple doctors’ offices with chairs akin to the beds in jail.  He remembered the somber looks on their faces, the day they gave him the news of her passing.  Not that day, no, that day was meant to be the happiest in his life; in their lives.

“Fuck!” He cussed to the thundering sky as his tears mixed with the rain falling down.  He ran out of the rain to the nearest shelter.  He ran pounded his tennis shoes into the mudding ground.  He ran with his belongings thrown over his shoulder.  He ran past the closest shelter because of the glint of a car in his peripherally.  He ran the way he had run the night the doctor’s told him.  He tried to outrun the rain the way he tried to outrun the guilt of leaving that brand new baby girl in the hospital bed.

He slowed to a stop as he reached the welcoming cover of the trees outside the parking area.  He felt welcomed into nature.  This was where he belonged with the trees, the squirrels and the nuts.  He did not need, no; he did not want those memories.

Turning away from the parking area was the same as turning away from the past.  The storm was not nearly as bad when he was under the cover of his Nature.  He walked slowly now, his tennis shoes sucking down with each step into the thoroughly soaked ground.  He walked to the shore line desperate for a drink to quench his thirst.  

By the time he reached the shore, the worst of the storm had passed.  He settled down on the rocky abandoned beach and unlaced his precious tennis shoes.  He waded into the shallow lake and scooped the delicious water into his parched throat.  As he ducked down for a second helping he noticed the glint of something shiny in the water.  Instead of scooping more water he reached into the sand and pulled out a gold locket.

The look of the locket felt familiar.  Something about the weight of the clasped heart in his hand made him think that some memory should be rushing back to him.  Perhaps it was something from the past; perhaps it was just an imagination from a hallucination.  Before he could ponder the meaning of this new treasure he saw something else in the water, or rather someone else.  A girl, her hair floating around her head, was brought up to his leg by the current; the same current that had brought him the locket.

With horror, he lifted the girl out of the water.  She was heavy, a deadweight in his arms.  She was young, possibly in her late teens or early twenties.  He knew there was nothing he could do to help her, so he laid her on the shore at mercy to Nature.  He wasn’t shocked.  Living in nature had lead him into this same conclusion a time or two before, but something in him was different this time.

He remembered the smiling family that dreaded day; the smiles that quickly turned to frowns.  He knew the family of this girl would be worried.  Something in him needed to somehow let this girl’s family know what had happened to her.  Her family needed to know she was now in Nature’s hands.

He risked everything he usually ran from, laced up his tennis shoes and found the nearest police officer to relay the location of the young girl.

The next day he woke up dry in the soft comfort of a bed in the nearest shelter.  It was alright.  Maybe this time would be different.  Maybe this time he would not run away.  Maybe this time someone would understand.

As he laced up his tennis shoes to head towards breakfast the local paper ran a story about a young girl who had lost her life.  A young girl, orphaned at birth by the death of her mother and the disappearance of her father who searched in vain to find that man, keeping the locket of her mother close to her heart. 

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Random Thoughts

I was walking through the halls on my way to work, and I heard a woman telling her friend to get her some coffee.  She said she would like a cup of coffee with 6 creamers and 2 packets of equal.  That is alot of creamer and sugar ... and it got me thinking ... when do you stop saying you like coffee, but really you like drinking creamer and sugar?  and is it even considered coffee if you add the same amount of creamer and sugar to it?

Many of my friends have been participating in the SITS better blog thing.  I would have loved to play along, but you have to buy a book for $15, and we don't have a spare $15.  One day they talked about the design of their blog and asked for feedback.  I would love to hear your feedback on my design!

Y'all my anxiousness is starting to get bad ... like I can't sit still bad.  I've been typing this entry for like 2 hours because I can't stay on this site ... I keep clicking off and checking my email, or facebook, or twitter, or other blogs, but I can't read the other blogs so now I have like 20 blogs open to finish reading and comment on ... oh yeah, and I'm working two ... probably like another hour until my PCR is over though

The other day Audrey was whining to get out of her pack-n-play, and I turned around to see her doing this --

I want to make this!

I found these adorable chalkboard windows over at Feed the Soil.  She also has a wedding website on how to make a DIY wedding in under $2,000!

I don't think I told y'all about Leah's first studio haircut!  She wasn't quite sure about it, and was a bit alarmed/annoyed that her hair was falling down her shirt and 'tickling her neck.'  It was really cute, and she got a sucker afterwards!

what?  of course I have a picture!

I made this collage of all the pictures I took on my Auburn trip, and another one of angels with a verse ... I really need to print some of my pictures out to hang around the house (add another item to the list)

Wow, I've typed a bunch of random ... guess that's what happens when you keep clicking off and coming back to type

I'm sorry y'all, I'm just like everywhere

Oh, Andrew called me a bit ago.  First, you need to know that Andrew always drinks/eats everything sugar-free.  Sugar just doesn't sit well with him.  He called and told me he was super thirsty at the grocery store with the girls today, so he grabbed a coke...after 3/4 the way through, he noticed that it was real Cherry Coke, not DIET cherry coke.  He seriously sounded like a kid at a birthday party who had just eaten half the cake.  We'll see how the rest of his day goes, lol!  He is totally going to crash soon!

I do have a couple of prayer request ... one of the secretaries at church just found out she has breast cancer.  Please pray for the doctor's strength in helping her deal with this disease.  oh, and my interview at 10am on Monday.

Have a good weekend all!!!!!

p.s. -- why do my .png thought dividers still show up white?  they are made on transparent ... grrrr

Thunk an Answer

I thunk a funk of writing interesting stuff.  Probably because I am nervous as ... well nervous as a person who has an interview on Monday (at 10am) that could be life changing.


Shut up, it's my blog and I can exaggerate if I wanna.


So, I saw this on Jane's blog, and it seemed like fun, and maybe later on I'll write about how my heart is already in the process of moving to Birmingham and my mind is screaming, you don't have the job yet dummy, and now my heart (and mind) are freaking out a little lot when there is absolutely nothing I can do to change anything right now, and looking into my mind is a scary thing.


I colored pictures out of Leah's color book after she went to sleep last night.


Onto Thursday Thunks

1. What is the most common question that you are asked (in life) that is none of the questioner's business?

Are y'all going to have more kids? or Are y'all going to try for a boy?

I don't know.  Do you really want a look into our family?  Do you want me to tell you that honestly neither of our babies were 'planned' like most families.  Leah was a wonderful surprise, Audrey was a thought we were talking about...  but really, who gave you permission to try to throw in your opinion into our family dynamic.  It's worse when it's complete strangers who ask me this, like the random dad at the playground the other day.  I dunno dude, but why don't you leave me your number, so I can give you a call when my husband and I discuss it.


yeah, I do kinda want another baby ... someday (in a few years), but please stop asking me.  Stick with your own family ... like the playground dude who has 3 kids with 3 different moms ... shall I start talking to you about your family?

2. Who makes you happiest right now?

3. Would you consider yourself to be spoiled?
No, because my husband will never let me be spoiled ... I think he enjoys keeping me grounded (which is why I like question #11)  My daughters though ... yeah, they are spoiled!


4. Do you want to be famous one day?
eh, how about being locally famous?  nah, I don't really care :-)

5. Could you handle being in the military?
No, nope, no way, nada, uh uh


Did you know I was almost a military wife ... well girlfriend?  Way back when Andrew was going to join the army (for the band) but then the band got shipped out like a week before he signed his papers.  true story

6. Do you believe in Karma?
I believe in God.  but sure, I believe that good things seem to happen more to you when you help others, and bad things seem to happen more when you are mean.  Perhaps it's just a state of mind, or the Holy Spirit, or karma

7. What’s the stupidest thing you ever did with your cell phone?
That I did with my cell phone?


ummm, drop it in a toilet?  changing clothes in the bathroom while talking on the cellphone is not recommended

8. Who knows a secret or two about you?
Andrew

9. Who is the most experimental person you know?
experimental?  well, I'm a research technician so we are pretty experimental here
(ba dom chi)


but in high school, I did date a kinda redneck "Hey y'all, watch this" kind of guy who laid on the ground and let his buddy jump over him in a four wheeler.  Is that experimental?

10. Last thing you did that ticked off your S/O (or if not in a relationship) most recent S/O?
lose something ... I'm always losing something and my lack of organization pisses him off


and I procrastinate so I put cleaning off to the last minute


and I'm not very good at cleaning the dishes before I put them in the dishwasher


and that was probably all in the last few days ... a'int marriage great ...

11. Have you ever purposely been irritating to someone? If yes, explain.
Yes, all the time


explain ... because it's fun!  That's just me.  I get in these goofy phases and I love to irritate the people I love, and probably the people who don't know me.


Want an example?  I often wake Andrew up by signing "Rise and Shine and give God the glory, glory" while bouncing on the bed, and usually persuading Leah to tickle him ;-)

12. What's crazy to you?
The government suing it's own state and other countries suing a country in our state like it's any of their business

13. Who (other than the three of us TT writers) writes the most interesting blog?
too many to name, for reals, considering that I'm like following a million blogs, or something like that


Oh and Jane, because I got this idea to answer these from her!


That was fun!  My brain feels a bit better ... maybe ... ummm ... ok, back to looking up macrophages.




although I would rather be doing this ...

is it Friday yet?

sigh

rather is it Monday afternoon yet?