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31 August :( No job for meWell, I just heard back from Monroe Clinic. They gave the job to someone else. So sad, but oh, well. That just means something WAY better is waiting for me "just around the bend." I'm actually kinda excited to see what it will be.
 28 August Lost & 4400Tom Baldwin, Diana Skouris, Richard, Lily, Isabelle, Shawn, Kyle, Maia, Marco. So, no you probably don' tknow what I'm talking about, but that's okay. All last year I wanted a buddy to watch and share "Lost" on ABC with. NOW all summer I have been watching "The 4400" on USA. And am in dire need of another buddy! Basic premise: Over the last 60 (?) years 4400 people have disappeared, been abducted. Suddenly in a ball of light they are all simultaneously returned outside of Seattle. None of them have aged, none of them remember anything, they are simply back. Now, some of them are exhibiting abilities, telekinesis, telepathy, mind control, etc. I know, it sounds very weird, but it is very compelling. It's been nominated for three Emmy's. Tonight was the season finale. OH MY GOODNESSS!! compelling isn't even the word. It is the epitome of a perfect finale. Wraps up all the immediate loose ends leaving just enough loose ends for the next season. AND confirmed various suspicions from those of us watching regularly. SPOILER ALERT: I KNEW JORDAN COLLIER WASN'T DEAD AND THAT HE WAS GOING TO BE SOME KIND OF SAVIOR/RESURRECTION FIGURE!!!!! Not only is he not dead he even comes back LOOKING like Jesus. Of course! AND, my most favorite part, Diana actually kisses Marco, there has been this great chemistry between them. BUT, they are definitely "beauty and the geek" and to make things even richer, he's wearing this CRAZY shirt at the end when she kisses him. I looked on the website for a picture, but they don't have any up for the finale yet. Anyway, I had to get on here and write because i am just dying for someone to talk to about this crazy finale. I LOVE this show!! WOW WOW WOWWhat can I say, WOW. I just got home from FishFest '05 in Waukesha. What a lineup! What a day!! I saw more concerts today than I have seen sum total of myentire life! And WONDERFUL concerts. So blessed, so anointed, so much FUN!!!! I have a TON of pictures, a significant sunburn, and so much joy. I'll have pics up soon and more to say soon, but it's 1230 and I am going to church in the morning and am running most of the day. So, I am going to leave this as is and write more, hopefully, tomorrow. I pray your evening and day have been as blessed as my day was (and is!). Brush his hairBeth Moore -- (For those who don't know, Beth Moore is a well-known women's Bible teacher based in Houston, Texas. She has written several books and does videos of Bible teaching from around the world.)
Knoxville airport all waiting to board planes: I had the Bible on my lap and was very intent upon what I was doing. I'd had a marvelous morning with the Lord. I say that because I want to tell you it is a scary thing to have the Spirit of God really working in you. You could end up doing some things you never would have done otherwise. Life in the Spirit can be dangerous for a thousand reasons not the least of which is your ego... I tried to keep from staring but he was such a strange sight. Humped over in a wheelchair, he was skin and bones, dressed in clothes that obviously fit when he was at least twenty pounds heavier. His knees protruded from his trousers, and his shoulders looked like the coat hanger was still in his shirt. His hands looked like tangled masses of veins and bones. The strangest part of him was his hair and nails. Stringy gray hair hung well over his shoulders and down part of his back. His fingernails were long. Clean, but strangely out of place on an old man. I looked down at my Bible as fast as I could, discomfort burning my face. As I tried to imagine what his story might have been, I found myself wondering if I'd just had a Howard Hughes sighting. Then, I remembered reading somewhere that he was dead. So this man in the airport...an impersonator maybe? Was a camera on us somewhere?.... There I sat trying to concentrate on the Word to keep from being concerned about a thin slice of humanity served on a wheelchair only a few seats from me. All the while my heart was growing more and more overwhelmed with a feeling for him. Let's admit it. Curiosity is a heap more comfortable than true concern, and suddenly I was awash with aching emotion for this bizarre-looking old man. I had walked with God long enough to see the handwriting on the wall. I've learned that when I begin to feel what God feels, something so contrary to my natural feelings, something dramatic is bound to happen. And it may be embarrassing. I immediately began to resist because I could feel God working on my spirit and I started arguing with God in my mind. "Oh no, God please no." I looked up at the ceiling as if I could stare straight through it into heaven and said, " Don't make me witness to this man. Not right here and now. Please. I'll do anything. Put me on the same plane, but don't make me get up here and witness to this man in front of this gawking audience. Please, Lord!" There I sat in the blue vinyl chair begging His Highness, "Please don't make me witness to this man. Not now. I'll do it on the plane." Then I heard it..."I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to brush his hair." The words were so clear, my heart leapt into my throat, and my thoughts spun like a top. Do I witness to the man or brush his hair? No brainer. I looked straight back up at the ceiling and said, "God, as I live and breathe, I want you to know I am ready to witness to this man. I'm on this Lord. I'm you're girl! You've never seen a woman witness to a man faster in your life. What difference does it make if his hair is a mess if he is not redeemed? I am on him. I am going to witness to this man." Again as clearly as I've ever heard an audible word, God seemed to write this statement across the wall of my mind. "That is not what I said, Beth. I don't want you to witness to him. I want you to go brush his hair." I looked up at God and quipped, "I don't have a hairbrush. It's in my suitcase on the plane, How am I suppose to brush his hair without a hairbrush?" God was so insistent that I almost involuntarily began to walk toward him as these thoughts came to me from God's word: "I will thoroughly finish you unto all good works." (2 Tim 3:7) I stumbled over to the wheelchair thinking I could use one myself. Even as I retell this story my pulse quickens and I feel those same butterflies. I knelt down in front of the man, and asked as demurely as possible, "Sir, may I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?" He looked back at me and said, "What did you say?" "May I have the pleasure of brushing your hair?" To which he responded in volume ten, "Little lady, if you expect me to hear you, you're going to have to talk louder than that." At this point, I took a deep breath and blurted out, "SIR, MAY I HAVE THE PLEASURE OF BRUSHING YOUR HAIR?" At which point every eye in the place darted right at me. I was the only thing in the room looking more peculiar than old Mr. Longlocks. Face crimson and forehead breaking out in a sweat, I watched him look up at me with absolute shock on his face, and say, "If you really want to." Are you kidding? Of course I didn't want to. But God didn't seem interested in my personal preference right about then. He pressed on my heart until I could utter the words, "Yes, sir, I would be pleased. But I have one little problem. I don't have a hairbrush." "I have one in my bag," he responded. I went around to the back of that wheelchair, and I got on my hands and knees and unzipped the stranger's old carry-on hardly believing what I was doing. I stood up and started brushing the old man's hair. It was perfectly clean, but it was tangled and matted. I don't do many things well, but I must admit I've had notable experience untangling knotted hair mothering two little girls. Like I'd done with either Amanda or Melissa in such a condition, I began brushing at the very bottom of the strands, remembering to take my time not to pull. A miraculous thing happened to me as I started brushing that old man's hair.... Everybody else in the room disappeared. There was no one alive for those moments except that old man and me. I brushed and I brushed and I brushed until every tangle was out of that hair. I know this sounds so strange but I've never felt that kind of love for another soul in my entire life. I believe with all my heart, I--for that few minutes--felt a portion of the very love of God. That He had overtaken my heart for a little while like someone renting a room and making Himself at home for a short while. The emotions were so strong and so pure that I knew they had to be God's. His hair was finally as soft and smooth as an infant's. I slipped the brush back in the bag, went around the chair to face him. I got back down on my knees, put my hands on his knees, and said, "Sir, do you know my Jesus?" He said, "Yes, I do." Well, that figures. He explained, "I've known Him since I married my bride. She wouldn't marry me until I got to know the Savior." He said "You see, the problem is, I haven't seen my bride in months. I've had open-heart surgery, and she's been too ill to come see me. I was sitting here thinking to myself. What a mess I must be for my bride." Only God knows how often He allows us to be part of a divine moment when we're completely unaware of the significance. This, on the other hand, was one of those rare encounters when I knew God had intervened in details only He could have known. It was a God moment, and I'll never forget it. Our time came to board, and we were not on the same plane. I was deeply ashamed of how I'd acted earlier and would have been so proud to have accompanied him on that aircraft. I still had a few minutes, and as I gathered my things to board, the airline hostess returned from the corridor, tears streaming down her cheeks. She said, "That old man's sitting on the plane, sobbing. Why did you do that? What made you do that?" I said "Do you know Jesus? He can be the bossiest thing!" And we got to share. I learned something about God that day: He knows if you're exhausted because you're hungry,
you're serving in the wrong place
or it is time to move on but you feel too responsible to budge.
He knows if you're hurting or feeling rejected.
He knows if you're sick or drowning under a wave of temptation.
Or He knows if you just need your hair brushed.
He sees you as an individual. Tell Him your need! I got on my own flight, sobs choking my throat, wondering how many opportunities just like that one had I missed along the way...all because I didn't want people to think I was strange. God didn't send me to that old man. He sent that old man to me. John 1:14 "The Word was made flesh and dwelt among us, (and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,) full of grace and truth." Princes n Frogs - more musicSo, again, I'm listening to my online radio station and heard this great song!! Here are the lyrics. Enjoy!
You hate men is what you say
and I understand how you feel that way All girls dream of a fairy tale But what you've got's like a used car sales man Trying to conceal what's wrong behind a smile and a song And I'm not saying that boys are not like that (What you talkin' 'bout babe?) But I think you should know That some of us will grow Because. . . Chorus: All princes start as frogs, and all gentlemen as dogs Just wait till its plain to see What we're growing up to be Some frogs will still be frogs Some dogs will still be dogs Some boys will become men Just don't kiss us till then You found him is what you say And we all want you to feel that way The frog you've got seems cute enough to kiss And maybe frogs seem like that's all there is But just because you haven't found your prince yet Doesn't mean you're still not a princess What if your prince comes riding in While your kissing a frog, what's he gonna think then So look into his eyes Are you a princess or a fly All princes start as frogs, and all gentlemen as dogs Just wait till its plain to see What we're growing up to be Some frogs will still be frogs Some dogs will still be dogs Some boys will become men Just don't kiss us till then 24 August SomebodySo, I have Launchcast radio on Yahoo at work. And today this song by Reba McIntire came on. It's called Somebody. It was good, very encouraging, made me smile. You can look at the album and listen to a sample here. You can also load it to play in Media player here. Or, you can just read the lyrics here:
Somebody (Dave Berg/Sam Tate/Annie Tate) At a diner down on Broadway they make small talk When she brings his eggs and fills his coffee cup He jokes about his love life And tells her he's 'bout ready to give up That's when she says,"I've been there before But keep on lookin' 'cause maybe who you're lookin' for is..." Somebody in the next car Somebody on the morning train Somebody in the coffee shop That you walk right by everyday Somebody that you look at But never really see Somewhere out there is somebody Across town in a crowded elevator He can't forget the things that waitress said He usually reads the paper But today he reads a strangers face instead It's that blue-eyed girl from two floors up Maybe she's the one maybe he could fall in love with Somebody in the next car Somebody on the morning train Somebody in the coffee shop That you walk right by everyday Somebody that you look at But never really see Somewhere out there is somebody Now they laugh about the moment that it happened A moment they'd both missed until that day When he saw his future in her eyes Instead of just another friendly face And he wonders why he searched so long When she was always there at that diner waiting on Somebody in the next car Somebody on the morning train Somebody in the coffee shop That you walk right on by everyday Somebody that you look at But never really see Somewhere out there is somebody 23 August funny picSo I'm sitting here waiting to see if my pictures will upload to my friend's computer. VERY unsuccessfully. Long story; so while I wait I'm watching StarGate SG:1 on Tivo i'm surfing other blogs. Two in specific. Gigglechick, which is listed on my Blogs List, which I read almost every day. Then she linked a Michelle's site, A Small Victory. She has this pic on it and it made me laugh. Thought I would share it. (if either of those bloggers read this and don't like me talking about them, just leave a kind comment and I will happily remove your info.) Enjoy!!
P.S. you need to click on the picture and make it bigger or the funny part doesn't work. Taylor, the Latte BoySo, one of my morning radio show's has been playing this song off and on for like 4 months or more. They actually played BOTH of my favorite spoof songs in May when it was my birthday, AND I didn't have to request either one. Anyway, so one of them is the song performed here. All the music is from the original CD and artist, but this video just makes the song even funnier. So go to Taylor the Latte Boy and watch the video. You can also look at this website; this one is a cartoon but is at least as funny as the Latte Boy song. This one is called Toast. Enjoy!!! he he he
By the way, I got all of this from my morning show, Marlar in the Morning where you can find more fun stuff like audio files, cool web links, and more!. You can also subscribe to his daily e-mail by sending a blank email to marlarsheet-subscribe@yahoogroups.com! CA Child SupportSo, I was reading through the headlines today and saw this: "High Court Protects Kids of Calif. Gays." So, I read it. Those of you who know me know that I believe gay marriage is wrong and would be VERY problematic in our society. However, that issue, in my mind, can be set aside for the purpose of this article. This article explained that California Supreme Court has ruled that if a Lesbian woman or Gay man has established a legal right to the child even if they do not have a "biological" right to the child that they can be ordered to pay child support and support the chidl they established a legal right to. My point in bringing this up is that halfway through the article there is the following quote:
"Today's ruling defies logic and common sense by saying that children can have two moms," said attorney Mathew Staver of Liberty Counsel. "That policy establishes that moms and dads as a unit are irrelevant when it comes to raising children."
WHAT?!? Okay, defies logic and common sense? I hate when the media takes a huge issue like gay relationships and then picks out the dumbest quote they can find from the other side. I HATE that! You know this is one of two things. 1) he is the dumbest guy they could find or 2) He simply was misquoted or partially quoted or intentionally set in a bad light. Why can't the media TRY to make it a fair fight. I get SO sick of the media sometimes. Even the conservative editorialists I read aggravate me sometimes. THIS is why I don't read newspapers very often. It drives me CRAZY! 21 August :( Sad girlSo, today was a little sad for me. I have been giving one of the high school kids at my church a ride to and from church twice a week for about a year. She is leaving us.
 We are very excited for her as she starts this new chapter in her life, but sad since she is moving from Wisconsin to Kansas. Hopefully she can come visit sometimes. So, I wanted to put a note on here in case she reads it soon to say, "Renae, I love  you and will miss you immensely! My rides will be boring  for months to come." That is, unless I get that job in Monroe and move to Brodhead, then I won't have that long of a ride.    ENJOY YOUR NEW LIFE, RENAE!!!19 August GroceriesOkay, so, yeah, sometimes I'm easily amused. Today I had a moment of ironic amusement. I am dog sitting for my friend Charity. She has a Huskie, a Lab/Weimaraner, and a Lab/Springer mix. So, 3 big dogs who shed a lot. She is on her way to Maryland to visit her husband who is a Marine going to school out there. So, I got some groceries for myself. She has a lot, but she eats different stuff than I do. So, I decided to go to Aldi's down the street instead of Super Wal-mart across from it. I bought ALL my groceries, applesauce, cottage cheese, 3 pizzas, sliced cheese, sliced chicken, cereal, spaghetti sauce, 12-pack of bottled water and a few other things I can't think of right now. Total of all listed was $24 and change. Then I went across the street to Wal-Mart to get Coke, Milk and coffee beans. A single twelve pack of Coke, one gallon of milk, one quart of milk, 3/4 pound of coffee beans. Sum total $15 and change! Well, all I can say is that I will be shopping at Aldi's whenever I need groceries. The irony of that $9 is immense in my mind. Have a good one! 18 August UnplannedI had not intended or planned on doing much politics talking on my blog and website, but I just can't ignore what is happening. I have to put my two cents in here. I have posted a letter from a friend of mine serving in Iraq right now. And I am going to back him up and point out what appears to be fairly obvious to me.
For those of you who don't know Cindy Sheehan is the mother of a soldier, Casey Sheehan, who was killed in Iraq. She is protesting the war in Iraq outside of President Bush's ranch in Crawford Texas.
GRRRR, I just spend a half hour or more writing and looking up links etc and then I hit publish and it deletes half this message. I'll try to re-finish it later tonight. GRRR. Bottom line, I disagree COMPLETELY with this mother's protest in Texas.
  16 August Job InterviewI have a second interview this week!! I interviewed for two jobs last week and the full-time one called last night at 7:45 PM!! to set up a second interview for Thursday at 330. So, say a prayer for me!! Wahoo!! My Friend's letterThis is the response I got from the guy in Iraq from my church. Just consider it.
People who protest the Iraqi Insurgency, have been warped, mentaly. By people like Michael Moore and other extreme-left wingers. They have every right to protest, I think that it is in the constitution. Something under the right to assemble. President Bush isn't the problem, try blameing every politician everywhere before his time. You know back when Saddam massacred his own people. Why wasn't anything done then? President Bush got rid of a cancer on the Earth, and helped a people become free. All soldiers, those who fought and lived or died, were or are, part of giving and perserving of freedom. Both in Iraq/Afghanistan and the United States. We soldiers fight here to keep Iraq stable, and to help keep the bad stuff over here(Iraq) instead of over there(in the US). I understand that people loose loved ones during war. Why wasn't anyone protesting American lives being killed in Vietnam? No, protesters were just out forpolitical gain, just like they are today. If I saw a rotester and they spoke to me, I don't know what I would say. Sometimes the best thing is to just walk away. I do support what is going on over here, huge amounts of progress have been made since the end of the war. Iraqi's are excited about having there own nation. It's really wonderful. People you just have to look past the shrot insignificant protester/s. Reality, and doing what God want's is more important than what people want. President Bush understands that, and that is what has kept him in office, and continuing to guide him in all he does. Jesus Christ is with our president, and folks he can't go wrong there. Have a great day. 11 August ProtestSo, I saw this article on Yahoo news and just felt so sad for this woman. I have written to a friend of mine in Iraq, in Baghdad city to see if he wants to say anything to anyone protesting the war. I really feel like if we could hear from the soldiers about all the advances that have been made and stop listening to all the garbage in the press, then maybe we wouldn't have so many morale problems and protesting. Anyway, hopefully I'll write more later. Also hopefully, he will e-mail me back soon and I can post his letter.
P.S. Those of you who know me well, I have a job interview for a part time job this afternoon and an interview for a full-time job tomorrow at 1. I would rather have the full time job, but I will follow whatever God's leading is. Say a prayer for me!
 09 August Catalinos PlaceSo, I was browsing around other blogs today and found Catalino's Place. He is a soldier in Iraq. At least, I assume he is still over there. His last entry was July 18. He had a ton of pictures on his site and I snagged the beautiful sunset pictures. That is what we're fighting for. The ability to enjoy a beautiful sunset with family. To appreciate the little things in life. I know, without question, my hats are off to all the men and women overseas. Anywhere overseas. Not just those in Iraq. All of them. I am so grateful for the freedoms afforded to me because of the sacrifices these families make. Check out his blog. Maybe drop him a note. THANKS Catalino for letting me copy your pics. I know I didn't ask, but I'm being grateful and kind so I figure you probably won't complain. Leave me a comment if you do want to complain. Have a great one everybody and say a prayer for not only the men and women overseas, but their families too. DON'T FORGET THE FAMILIES!! Otters r Fun!So, my pastor did this "Building Better Relationships" seminar at our church this spring. The first session was about personality styles and finding yours and learning to live and work and cooperate with it. He is an otter, as am I. Today at work I got a catalog that had a lot of those "Successories" type things in it. I ran across one with a card and an otter pin. This is what it said:
MAKING WORK FUN
In many animals, the urge to play dies as
they grow older. But otters are so smart and
creative and curious, they remain playful all their lives.
Does this interfere with their survival? Not at all.
Otters use all their gifts to excel at whatever
they do; playing builds their knowledge, speed,
and dexterity, the skills that make them
masterful hunters and swimmers.
There is also a beaver one, the last line is very amusing. I laughed. The beaver is one of the other four animal/personality types. They didn't have a lion or retriever pin. Sorry!
Anyway, I should try to get some work done. Enjoy a smile on me!  06 August Free moneyI made a quick $20 today by typing some sutff up for my mom. Yeah! I love making easy money. Unfortunately, it sets my day's schedule back, but hey, for $20 I would do a lot of things. Plus, I can sit here and putz at the computer and half watch "When Harry Met Sally" and listen to ZOK at the same time. Not a bad way to spend an afternoon. he he he Back to my recipes. :D 04 August I hateI hate trying to do entries and personal stuff on my computer while avoiding my boss. I'm always waiting for her to sneak up behind me and catch me. The funny thing is that it probably wouldn't matter. I just felt like trying to put something up while she was on the phone. he he he |
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