Phooey!

CCE ALERT!!!!

Cadbury Creme Eggs have been spotted at Cowboys in Attalla.

Happiness is also finding CCEs either waaay before Easter or waaay after!

DARE I say, “I am?”
Not because I’m ALL sufficient.
How dare I say, “I am?”
Because it’s all that I CAN do.
If I say, “I am,”
Will you understand me?
When I say, “I am,”
Will you AGREE that it is true?
How can I say, “I am?”
You ask…
Because I say, “I am.”
But that IS God’s reply.
Even still, I know, “I am.”
Once more to explain myself,
I STILL say ‘cause I am.
Still you wonder…WHY!?
The reason WHY I say, “I am.”

BECAUSE!

God created me. God is the reason I can do anything I do. God is the source of all that I’ve been given. God is the only truth I know. After years of being the god of MY OWN universe, I heard God say, “Just Be.” To which I replied, “Oh God…my God, I am.”

Happiness is... a new pack of Sharpies, the 29-color set!

I'm Lot's Wife
I don't know how I ended up her, but that's who I am acting like these days. When Michael opened up the floor yesterday for comments, I took a huge breath about to blurt out that I am Lot's wife. Just that nothing else. I told myself, "You don't want to do that." Could've made for some interesting Vineyarding, huh? Anyway, I said nothing. "Mother looked at me and said, Don't you have something to say?" I said nothing. God, who in His mercy hasn't turned me into a pillar of salt, said to me, "You need to go get prayer." I said to myself, "I don't want to, but I will." I told Michael, "I don't really want to be prayed for, but God said I need to be prayed for." What I didn't tell him was that I am Lot's wife.

This was the content of one of those fowarded e-mails this morning; I found it worth sharing.

Three things in life that, once gone, never come back -
Time Words Opportunity

Three things in life that may never be lost -
Peace Hope Honesty

Three things in life, that are most valuable -
Love Self-confidence Friends

Three things in life, that are never certain -
Dreams Success Fortune

Three things that make a man/woman -
Hard work Sincerity Commitment

Three things in life that can destroy a man/woman -
Addictions Pride Anger

Three things that are truly constant -
Father Son Holy Ghost

Um, help...?

Okay, I need help. I know you don’t know me well enough to realize this, but I take great PRIDE (evil, I know) in being a self-sufficient, independent, what do I need anyone for person. (God hates this, yes I know) So, the lesson I am learning so far this year is that the “God Stuff” that seems unfair sometimes (we weren’t promised fair, I know) is so that people will need each other. After all, if at some point people didn’t need each other, there would be no bonding/no relationships formed/none of the very thing that God desires for us to have in our loving of our neighbor as ourselves, right? So, practice makes perfect, here goes: I am going to need proofreading help; Mrs. Handy has so graciously agreed to help. I am so thankful. I need help with graphs in my Economics class; so far so good. BUT I’ll have a test before long, and the book says if I am struggling with graphs, I should seek help immediately. Anyone proficient in this area that’s willing to take a look with me? I pray so. I thank you in advance for your consideration. Perhaps after getting through this, I can learn to ask for help on the deeper more expository things. (God is in it, I just know!)

I have chosen today as Madlibs Day. If you have never played Madlibs, you are in for a treat. You follow the directions below and end up with a funny story when all the blanks are filled in. Please comment with your responses, and I will follow up with your personalized version of the story. Come on and play, and be creative in your answers.

Choose a Noun
Choose another Noun
Choose a Past Tense Verb
Choose Either His or Her
Choose a title

34th Post

Oh the epiphany...No cacophony...No epiphany. 34th post/34th year. I know its a stretch, but I look for the correlation in things. Just suppose, juxtapose! A couple of things...

I have this acquaintance called Stevie Joe. He was going sometime this week to get a tattoo of a banjo on his knee. I think this is excellent! He'll get to tell everyone that he came from Alabama with...Well y'all know the rest. Speaking of tattoos, I love fruit roll ups. If you want some normal flavored fruit roll ups, you have to get some unusual things. For instance, once they peeled off like a maze in itsy bitsy pieces. This time they had Scooby Doo pictures and sayings printed on them, so you can tattoo your tongue. Itsy bitsy maze pieces, not fun. Tongue Tatts? Boatloads of fun! I don't have a tattoo. (nothing wrong with them, just don't have one) They looked so real and sooo cool. If I was gonna get one, it would definitely be on my tongue. Not sure what it would depict, perhaps just an "S". Yeah, like a monogram on my tongue! Perhaps this is worth further consideration. After all, the hubby and the mom hate the idea of my getting my nose pierced. They felt the same way though about the bellybutton, and y'all know that story.

I haven't blogged daily this week for I have been busy with the "Acrodemics." That's a new word I have invented to describe an academic feat of preposterous proportions; my taking on five classes this semester.

Sometimes we just feel like
we have something to prove.

I set out to prove I didn’t need a college education. I didn’t. I scored a six-figure income without one. But it was blood, sweat, tears, and sometimes all of the above without much integrity. Now that I have proved I didn’t need one...I - I want one.

Its funny how in school, all I cared about was getting through and having a career; doing the real thing. Now all I care about (other than Jesus and y’all) is the school thing.

I had to go buy another book today. It was used and still cost me $53.63. I have two grand invested in this semester so far. Sometimes I wonder if I wouldn’t be better off paying myself what I am investing in this education o’ mine. But then again, I still feel like I have something to prove; something to prove to myself and no one else. After all, I have to live with me, and me drives a pretty hard bargain.

No this isn't an infomercial, nor is it a funny little story about some mishap in the powder room. It is what it is. Here goes...

The weather for my trip to GSCC bookstore today couldn't have been more appropriate. It looked like Spring. It felt like Spring. It even smelled like Spring. I practically floated through Allen Hall toward the bookstore, as I silently sang Zipadeedoodah. The attendant brought out my big heavy box of books. I looked at my receipt. I wish I could've seen the look on my face; the attendant did. She responded sympathetically, "I know."

The cost of tuition for Spring '06: $1350.

The cost of books for Spring '06: $532.25 (apparently they charge by the pound!)

The consolation prize? One Schick Quatro for Women free(?) sample placed in in the heavy book box. And NO, there were no refills included!

Now I find myself silently singing Just a Spoonful of Sugar Makes the Medicine Go Down... If only I had stopped at Cothran's on the way home.

"Consult not your fears but your hopes and your dreams. Think not about your frustrations, but about your unfulfilled potential. Concern yourself not with what you tried and failed, but with what it is still possible for you to do." -- Pope John Paul XXIII

Spring Semester '06 begins 1/11/06!

The Right Place at the Right Time

On our way to the candlelight service at Vineyard a few weeks back, Mom and I dropped off an unknown roll of film at Walgreens. Being the impatient person I can be, I decided to go for one hour processing. Being the impatient person I can be, I decided not to wait for the developing. After all, I had a few more errands to run before church. The service lasted till around 8:30, and Mom and I headed straight for Walgreens. There was one customer ahead of me who was looking at her photos. While the attendant was looking for my photos, Mom and I noticed several interesting ones “on display.” Mom said, “To heck with her pictures, I want these.” To which the attendant replied, “Well, this guy came in earlier with an original roll of film from 1976. These are the ones he discarded. Normally we have to destroy these daily before closing at midnight, but due to the unique content this gentleman gave his permission to share these.” He offered us our choice for the cost of the photo processing. Mom chose three plus an 8 X 10. I chose three. Scroll down to see my choices.

Cost of photo processing: $0.90
Original photos of Bear Bryant: Priceless

Five Things I Hate…The Auto Edition:

I hate traffic jams

I hate jacked up or lowrider autos (especially the ones that bounce)

I hate pumping gas

I hate having to pass in the right lane

I hate Hummers

(Sorry, this is all I have time for this morning.)

My Most Embarrassing Moment - EVER


I just didn’t know to be embarrassed. Glencoe Elementary scheduled a talent show. This third grader had an edge, or so I thought. My 16 year old stepsister (actually she was my half, step aunt; but I was told to call her my stepsister) was a majorette at Glencoe High, and she had all the best disco albums. I asked for her professional opinion and choreography. We decided I would dance to “Superfreak.” Please try to think back to that song and its lyrics. It would have one of those not-suitable-for-immature-audience-explicit-content-labels had they existed in 1979! Also I was one of those girls who matured faster than others, so I wore one of my half, step aunt…um…I mean step sister’s disco, majorette costumes. (Think sequins, and fringe) To top that off, I wore enough make-up to suffocate Tammy Faye.

The routine was an interpretive dance of sort, in which I rolled around on the floor and performed other assorted, age inappropriate disco moves. I'll spare you all the details. (I still remember some of that routine) I couldn’t understand why after I gave it all I had, and the music faded out, that the audience didn’t break into thunderous applause. After all, a kid sang a Shirley Temple song, another sang a Michael, Row Your Boat Shore Song; you get the picture, right? No one sang and danced, let alone with such pageantry, such flair, such entertainment value. I really couldn’t believe it when the winner’s name was called, and that name wasn’t mine. I do not even remember who or what had won. It was THAT unforgettable. I had been robbed!

I still pondered the injustice on the school bus ride to the Hair Affair (my mom’s beauty shop). That’s when reality reared its ugly head. You see Mom had been quite busy curling hair, and hadn’t had time to see the performance beforehand. I insisted she and Shirley, and a few various hair appointments, show me where I went wrong. Rick James belted out “She’s a very kinky girrrrl…doot doot doot doot…The kind you don’t take home to Muthaaah… How was I supposed to know what all that meant? Then I knew I was supposed to be embarrassed. However inappropriate that display was, let me just tell it like it is. I was still The Best.

Five Things I Found: The 2005 Edition

Vineyard in Gadsden

FreeZone in church

FreeZone in places other than church

Karaoke in my living room

Bloggin' on my laptop


Five Things I Found Out: The 2005 Edition

God is God, I am not.

Sometimes God just does things with little to no drama.

Dead dreams are worth resurrecting.

My husband adores me even more than I knew.

No matter what you do, sometimes someone just isn't going to like you.


TGITTS...TGITTS...

Thank God It's Two Thousand Six!!!