It feels nice to come to MY home and relax with nothing pressing I have to worry aboot! To catch up on e-mail, or stare at the wall- thats nice to from time to time-, or watch a Simpsons video, etc. I truly enjoy living alone. I wish I had a bit more free time to actually accomplish a few things 'round here though. I was sent to Dunwoody this past week for management classes. Overall it was... interesting but nothing to incredibly motivating or overwhelming or anything. I had to go bowling yesterday, basically just to represent the store I suppose. One really nifty moment for today: I signed for my check and my new 'label' is "Area Manager" not swing shift mgr or crew mgr, but area manager. It felt preetty good. My name is in a section all by it's lonesome (on the top of the page tee hee). Anyhoo, I still don't feel ... competent in my role but I'm gettin there.

Bible Study FWD / MAC Lovers Unite or My Poor Paperweight

A new pastor was visiting in the homes of his parishioners. At one house it seemed obvious that someone was at home, but no answer came to his repeated knocks at the door. Therefore, he took out a card and wrote "Revelation 3:20" on the back of it and stuck it in the door. When the offering was processed the following Sunday, he found that his card had been returned. Added to it was this cryptic message, "Genesis 3:10." Reaching for his Bible to check out the citation, he broke up in gales of laughter. Revelation 3:20 begins "Behold, I stand at the door and knock." Genesis 3:10 reads, "I heard your voice in the garden and I was afraid for I was naked."

I liked, so I posted. No FWD burdening here! :)


HELP! My very good friend (term being used somewhat loosely as he IS verbally bashing my Beautiful Mac) has referred to my Beautiful Mac as an 'overgrown paperweight'. I unfortunately am lacking in the technical knowledge of computers to combat such abuse. I do know that as a mindless e-mailer/surfer/blogger I have had significantly less problems with my Beautiful Mac, if any, as opposed to the countless 'other machines' I have been subjected to in the past. I now know what it is to type on heaven, there are no other machines, only my Beautiful Mac.

Why can't other areas in ones life be this easy? ... ;) Hmmmm, Thank God my beautiful Mac doesn't have free will or the ability to reason.

I went to church with my friend Stacy this Sunday. She has recently taken over the 'children department' and has asked me to help her. While I'm totally diggin the idea I'm not sure that it's for me. It's not my church for starters and before I could become that devoted to a ministry I would want to be a member. Secondly their ministry leaders other than Stacy are a little lost as far as what to do. The most I can gather is that the couple formerly in charge had a big program going and it's just too much for the helpers to take over. It's a very small church. The youth room or house rather, they have a separate building, is huge. A large lime green brick building you can see a mile away. It's neat though, you walk inside and step into 'an alternate existence' so to speak. It's set up in a space theme with bold bright neon colors with planets bulging off the walls and a stage that is a reconstruction of the interior of a space ship. The couple was from Australia and seemed to have great ideas to keep the kids interested. Wonderful games and crafts and lunch and a 'video moral' of sorts. You see they had filmed those puppets, you know the ones that look like their heads are about to fall off from the jaw up every time they talk (I love those puppets) acting out some various situations with an emphasis on how to act in said predicament. I think the program has potential but it needs a few kinks ironed.
There weren't a lot of kids there Sunday so I didn't get an accurate portrayal of how things normally go. All the 3-6 yr olds stayed with all the big kids so nothing was on anybodies level if you know what I mean. I liked the kids though. Alot. I got a 'hipling' immediately, other than Stacy's girls of course. You can't treat kids like they are a chore, 'something' to babysit or feed or teach. You treat them like your friends like literal little people! I did not get the impression that the adults other that Stacy felt very positive about any aspect of what they were doing.
This seems like a door but I'm a bit apprehensive. On the one hand it's not completely feasible to go to McDonough every Sunday and I do like the kids at Stacy's church and I want to part of a ministry. On the other.. I'm not sure If it is the church for me and I don't know if I'm ready for something like this.

Dude. Righteous pity party I threw yesterday huh. I mean it was bitchin' man. The 'House of Brain' got totally rocked but it's not too trashed out, I swear. You can tell there was a big commotion cause there are still straggling thoughts hanging out here and there but most are passed out on the couch and floor with all the broken stuff and empty Budwoeismeer bottles on the floor. And of course I have know idea where the horse is from which came that HUGE pile over in the corner. Whose idea was it to get it drunk in the first place?

It's Saturday morning, my afternoon of sorts, and I have five glorious dollars that I can call mine. Yes it's money hard earned, by myself, and for me only and I should feel greatful and proud that I earned them and yet I feel they 'mockk and speet' at me considering I cashed my check at four yesterday. This sets the next two weeks up to be quite miserable. I do however have a whopping full tank of gas that cost a whopping thirty four dollars! I don't have groceries or dogfood (thank goodness for incompetence at work because I take home the messups and feed the pups as for myself I get one free manager meal a day yummm), I need cat litter badly, my mother is broke and needs money, and my bills are 'slightly'(insert a most sarcastic expression and overly emphasized quotation fingers) behind. Mercy. My grandmother has been operating as a small loan office from which I have collected money from and paid back on pay day with excellent consistancy and for this I can only thank the Lord. I did not take the much needed extra time off this week as having done so I would have greatly impeded my battle against financial demise. I can 'rest' when I'm caught up! :) Now it's off to unplug myself from this very line of thought, any thought for that matter, as I wish, hope, possibly in vain, to get some significant ammount of sleep today. I was hoping to ride but I just haven't felt physically up to it.

I'm tired today. I didn't leave work on time this morning and I didn't lie down when I got home. I eventually got to bed about 3pm. I was so upset and depressed after work. I wasn't able to go to church because I didn't have enough gas to get there. Besides that I'm a little leary of driving my car that far considering I just got it back. I know I have enough gas to get to work but I don't know if I can get back. :)
It's a good thing my roomate doesn't work tomorrow so I can ride my bike if I feel like it, well even if I don't feel like it too I guess LOL.
Gotta go to work.

God is good and oh so patient. I don't know why we find it so hard to trust in him. Why is it the trivial things of this world can be so bothersome and terrifying and maddening and so hurtful. There is so much that I take for granted that he has so freely given. I have so much and I give so very little. The really sad thing is that the things that bother and madden and hurt do so by my own choice. Granted this flesh is weak and frail, but I believe that too is a consequence. It is a result of my inability to let go of it, to 'unplug' and let God be in complete control. Control, such a vague 'pray and read youe bible' concept, and yet it can literaly be that simplistic. It's ironic that dependency is something we stuggle to rid ourselves of in most aspects of our lives and yet in everything we should be dependant on him.