I hate this body

You know, I'm just gonna be honest with you guys.

I hate this body I am living in.

I HATE it.

I know I shouldn't hate.  But this is my semi-annual rant about living in constant pain.

Bullies

My son is being bullied.

I'm not just talking about being called names like stupid or gay (which he has been called).

So long Charter!

"I'm going to reach in there and slap her in the face.  I can do that with this new U-verse, right?"

I said as the person on The Food Network show was annoying me.

So we finally got rid of Charter.  U-verse is finally in our area and we have actual TV channels again.  Granted, it's only for 30 days (free trial) because we aren't paying $70 for TV, but we'll be able to watch The Cardinals as they (hopefully) make it back to The World Series.  I'm a very fickle sports fan.  I follow the St. Louis teams only when they are doing something good.  I really can't tolerate baseball beyond that.  The games are too long and too boring.

I have to just say, I love my family.

I mean...I REALLY love my family.

Kris and Katherine were having a discussion this evening.

Kris asked Katherine to do him a huge favor.

Juggling time

So, I mentioned briefly in the last post that I got a job.

There are some reasons I haven't written too much about it.

The superficial, untrusting-of-God part of me is nervous that I'll get fired after three days for no apparent reason.

The other part of me is wanting to be professional and make sure that I am presenting this new company I am working for in the best light.  By not mentioning their name and details, etc...

I can say this:

Why is the bacon gone?

I feel as if I should do a parody of the Pirates of the Caribbean parody "Why is the Rum Gone?" to talk about this impending bacon shortage.

What will this mean?

It means I will be sad.

Or I will be willing to pay obscene amounts of money from my new job (I GOT THE JOB!) so that I can continue to consume this delectable treat!

I Need A Miracle

I caught myself broken and crying.

Again.

For the millionth time in 6 months.  (I just realized that tomorrow will be SIX MONTHS since I fell apart at the foot of the Cross, and gave my guilt and shame to Jesus.  There WILL be celebrating!)

I've come to accept this.  These tears.  And sometimes I LONG for this to happen to me.

I embrace the tears and all of the emotions they bring.

Random...it's all random

While brushing our teeth this morning, I found myself reflecting on all of those old TV shows (and some new ones) that show couples brushing their teeth together.  Kris was brushing his teeth.  I was brushing mine.  So, in between brushes and with a mouth full of foaming toothpaste, I said "We're like those couples on TV who brush their teeth together."

He responded, mouth full of toothpaste as well, with "We don't have two sinks."

I ammended my statement to "We're like those POOR couples on TV who brush their teeth together!"

Say what???

We have dinner with my mother-in-law on Monday nights.  Generally, because I take the kids to Cindy's, Kris takes them home, since we have to drive two separate vehicles.  Tonight, they were listening to the Bible on the way home, apparently.

Kris came in this evening and told me, very quietly, "We were listening to Exodus.  There is some bad stuff in there."

I was like "What?"