Bur In My Saddle, Rock in My Shoe and Beef in the Wind

Mrs. Mormon Nicey Nice sometimes gets her knickers in a twist too.

Here are a few reasons why:

Suburban racecar drivers. Racing from light to light, switching lanes willy nilly, and revving from every red light to 'BEAT EVERYONE' to the next red light. What? You are O.N.E. car in front of me and we are both sitting at the SAME stoplight. Your cool.

Those creepers who leave 'TAPED!' fliers on my garage door. Yea, I LOVE the information coming from you schlomo! If you I ever catch you and your little roll of tape on my property you will leave wearing it.

The gurfy rebound smell from hot men processing processed meats. May I illuminate on this reflection by sharing a smelly tale? Yes? It goes like this, RUSH concert, banging head 50 year old next to me, and multiple distracting windy beefy washes from seat 5V. Help me, it was nasty.

How my darling but extremely tall husband uses the visor in our SUV as a personal file folder. He never needs the visor because he is so tall. Thus, when the likes of my 5'6 self flips down the visor because of the sun, I get a beautiful cascading lap full of envelopes.

Dudes with 'small men complexes'. Making up for their little selves in a variety of obnoxious and ineffectual 'smoke screen' wannabe ways. It never works. We all KNOW. Okay? Okay.



I'm riding my bike. Lady in VW beetle pulls closer and rolls window down. "Good for you", she says. "My thought, yeah, you too lady, now just move along and just bite that piece of my bum hanging off the back of the bike seat. "Good for you too!, you are riding in a car". Kiss my grits, and just let me ride my bike in peace nosey Nelly.

The marathon kids birthday party. First we are going to come pick them up at like 7 am, go to breakfast, then go to the circus, hit a movie, go to play laser tag, hit the bouncy house, have some pizza, come back home to open presents, of course, start a campfire in the backyard, make smores, do a 'pretend' sleep over, tell ghost stories, play games, make homemade pajamas and you can pick them up about 2 am.
YEP, GLAD YOUR KID WAS BORN AND ALL, BUT CAN I PLEASE HAVE MY CHILD BACK NOW?....

Unleashed dogs in public places. You bet, I know, "He is a sweetheart and would NEVER bite anybody". Yeah, nobody in YOUR family! True. But my fam, from the other 'doggie den', that's another story.



Score keepers. Seriously, I can't even begin to gripe long enough about this one....or loud enough.... Suffice it to say, "Grow up". Who gives a rip? NOT ME. I couldn't 'keep score' between people if I tried. I honestly don't even NOTICE that brand of nonsense. If you try to 'keep score' with me, you will just end up mad, because I will never notice and beat you anyway.

Gimmick buyers. Loathe. If its not based on correct principles it will not last. There is no EASY button. You have to work hard for what you achieve, any crappy freebie short cut is for idiots. Don't ask me to dinner and then pop up some dry board with a triangle on it. Don't.

Over wavers. We have a somewhat darling little landscaper guy with white hair and gleaming teeth and an absolutely overly hyper, nonsensical waving reflex.... Its uncanny. I drive in and out of my neighborhood A LOT. If we have already, 'pleasantly waved', can I just please drive by unassailed by rabid friendliness? Do we have to wave EVERY TIME? How ya goin' get any work done with all that dang wavin' sir? Easy on the wave o' meter, thinking its broken.




ITS POSSIBLE I NEED A BREAK FROM REPETITION. YEAH,I'M SORTA DUE. YOU CAN CALL ME A MEANIE, BUT THAT RHYTHMES WITH SOMETHING JUEVINILLLLLLLEY FUNNY AND THATS ANOTHER POST ENTIRELY.

Time to get the 'bur outta my saddle', 'rock outa m'shoe' and 'turn on the fan' people. Thats all.

:)

Week 3 MVBL

(told myself i would keep a 'public' record of the happenings in my effort at weight loss - thats why i keep writing about it - its an accountability thing - o.k.)



PLAYING WITH THE WOOD TENNIS RACKET AND OTHER OBSERVATIONS

I played on my schools tennis team my freshman year and part of my junior year. I borrowed a racket from my mom's friend Glenn. It was a wood racket, probably 30 years old.

I still played. I stunk. But, I played.

I have always used the proverbial wood racket in most instances in life. My shoes especially. My athletic shoes have never fit me. I have freaky wide toes. When I walk or run the toes on my left foot hurt and go numb and keep me from going for more than an hour or so, without issues.

I have always bought my tennis shoes at Ross. They have either been too big, or too small, or something.. but alas, I have just always made due. They are at Ross for a reason, someone else already went, "Woah, these shoes hurt". Blisters, blisters and did I say blisters.

This week I went and had my feet checked. Turns out my right leg is shorter than my left. So the left foot is taking a beating.

So- I bought decent shoes. I feel reborn. Seriously, I am new. Woah, to the MAJOR difference!

If I just spent 600 on my car, can't I spend some sweet moola on my feet which I use all day and all night and in between? Justification, yep. Time for decent shoes. Overdue.

So, I am jogging again. Yep. Walking didn't feel fast enough, so off I went...

JOGGING! Awesome.

My calories have been too low actually. I haven't hit 1,000 even a day. What I'm afraid that has done is sort of 'frozen' my loss. My bod is rebelling, and holding tight because of the shock to my system.

This would normally freak me out. But, alas, I have traveled this road before many times and I know eventually, my bod will let it go....might take a couple weeks though.

I'm off now for a walky/joggy/runny trail deal. Try not to watch if you drive past okay :)

On to week 4!

PS. Our team won for the 2nd week in a row! Team Orange rocketh.

Bending Branches Not Broken

We could playfully call it a 6 month sabbatical. We surely could label it in a literary phrase, "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times." Yes. We could. However, I think I will always remember it for the sustaining faith this experience has given.

When Marc worked for 10 days selling solar panels. He decided to memorize a scripture a day. This one was poignant and particularly applicable.

Helaman 5:12 "And now, my sons, remember, remember that it is upon the rock of our Redeemer, who is Christ, the Son of God, that ye must build your foundation; that when the devil shall send forth his mighty winds, yea, his shafts in the whirlwind, yea when all his hail and his mighty storm shall beat upon you, it shall have no power over you to drag you down to the gulf of misery and endless wo, because of the rock upon which ye are built, which is a sure foundation, a foundation whereon if men build they cannot fall.

Simply told, its been a 'doozy'. This 6 months of unemployment chapter of our married life has finally been "CLOSED". Marc met with the owner of a company today and finalizes everything on Tuesday next week. But it is DONE. O.V.E.R. Finished.

Shafts in the whirlwind. Yes. Hail. Yep, you bet. Gulf of misery??? Nada.

We made it. Barely. Our gratitude first goes to our Heavenly Father and his son Jesus Christ, from which we know all blessings flow. And also to those who helped 'lift the hands that hang down'.



You know who you are :)

You are those who:
Bought us gamma lids for our food storage buckets
Bought baby bracelets from me
Put $20.00 in my wallet (surreptitiously)
Traded work for services instead of cash
Gave us financial saving graces
Helped Marc prepare resumes, get ready for interviews, networked, etc..
Offered jobs to our kids
Cheered us on the whole way
Found ways to help us, help us.
Offered 'until you can get by' jobs to us
Treated our kids to a myriad of things we couldn't afford
Helped with repairs inexpensively
Took time to ask how we were
Prayed for us

and

Literally -LIFTED US through this experience.

Our heart goes out in grateful thanks



Here is the irony. Marc will be heading up the landscaping for Microsoft again. With the company that got the bid out from under him 2 years ago. He so loved that campus,and has not been the same professionally since it was taken. Now restored to him, he will have the same commute, the same everything.... Ironic? Maybe.... Blessed? Certainly. We have been blessed and are SO GRATEFUL and SO THANKFUL.

Yay!!!!! Now, I wonder whats next on the 'earth trials' docket? :)

QUITE A RIDE IS THIS EXPERIENCE WE CALL LIFE!......HOLD ON FOLKS YOU NEVER KNOW WHATS NEXT!!!!