Encouraged to gather up the random fragments of thought and experience of my week, I realize that I miss the humor of my life. People used to say, "Maggie, you're so funny." Or, "You're so funny, Maggie." They have stopped. Is it because I am exposed to people who are so funny that I exercise that need and don't have to supply it for myself anymore? Or is it because I am not funny anymore? Don't answer.
Anyway, had our fingerprints taken for the adoption, today. It was a total non-deal. Fun. Over with. Now the next wait begins. And when that wait is over, the next incredibly-tedious-not-difficult-just-a-pain-in-the-hind-end bit happens and then another long wait. Repeat 2x, then he is here. How is that for a timeline?
I realized I have something I have always wanted. My house is full of books. Way too many books. I have a lot of good books that I enjoy. I guess that is why they say to write down your goals....so you know when they are accomplished.
I have been thinking about how many things fall into the category "Excellent slave; terrible master"
We watched The Blind Side last night. I think the best part is... I am not going to ruin it for any of You, my ethereal eight, who may not have seen it. We all awarded Sandy B. the Best Actress when it was over. I wonder what Lee Anne would do about Jesse James?
A conversation earlier this week went like this:
Older Child*: I am not happy for Summer.
Me: Who is Summer?
OC**: The season. This is Spring. Next is Summer.
Me: Oh, why.
OC: Because it is so hot, now.
Me: Do you mean you aren't looking forward to Summer; because if it is already this hot now, the summer will be really hot?
We are going backwards in the verbal expression department, folks, and it's all we had going for us.
This week didn't bring all good news, but something happened to me a couple of weeks ago that was simply shocking. Some great things had happened. Suddenly the bottom dropped out. Terrible things started happening all over the place. Then we got some bad news that was like a really nasty cherry on top of a crap sundae. I worried all Friday Night...like I was going to vomit. Woke up Saturday morning, couldn't worry. Not like numb, like...It. Is. Not. My. Job. Possibly for the first time in my adult life.
My mom used to have a sign, that was supposed to look antique, in her bathroom. It said, "Pray to God and Row Toward Shore" and there was a picture of two guys standing in a boat with a little fountain of water shooting up between them. I thought that was so smart. Until I got lied to about the salary of a job... ("based on $X.XX/hour"...she didn't tell me I was limited to 6 hours, four days a week and 4 hours on one day a week and it was salary, so there was no pay for extra hours). Then the person who hired me was fired because she was "taking too much medicine". I couldn't get my old job back, and couldn't live on what I would bring in. I told the new boss about praying to God and rowing toward shore. And he said, "That would be great, but you know how to do that." He was right. I had to sit down in my sinking boat and pray. We didn't lose our apartment. I was a janitor in addition to this job for awhile. We ate with our parents pretty often. Decided to need less. We are still here. I hope you have already heard this song, but if you haven't, here are the lyrics. I think it is the theme song of not knowing how to row my boat.
Matt Redman - Blessed Be Your Name
|album: Where Angels Fear To Tread (2002)|
Blessed Be Your Name In the land that is plentiful Where Your streams of abundance flow Blessed be Your name Blessed Be Your name When I'm found in the desert place Though I walk through the wilderness Blessed Be Your name Every blessing You pour out I'll turn back to praise When the darkness closes in, Lord Still I will say Blessed be the name of the Lord Blessed be Your name Blessed be the name of the Lord Blessed be Your glorious name Blessed be Your name When the sun's shining down on me When the world's 'all as it should be' Blessed be Your name Blessed be Your name On the road marked with suffering Though there's pain in the offering Blessed be Your name Every blessing You pour out I'll turn back to praise When the darkness closes in, Lord Still I will say Blessed be the name of the Lord Blessed be Your name Blessed be the name of the Lord Blessed be Your glorious name You give and take away You give and take away My heart will choose to say Lord, blessed be Your name
Thank you, Matt Redmon.
Yea, I am totally qualified on random... There is more random at ...
*by four minutes
**this by no means indicates Obsessive-Compulsive.