I figured I'd better start working on my Wednesday post now to make sure I didn't miss another week of it due to some extraneous bullshit. So voila. Here I am.
I fully admit that I have been saying bullshit (or its related expletives) a lot on the blog lately. Just keeping it real. Hopefully I'm not offending anyone. Even my most devout Christian friends have told me that they appreciate the honesty and candor with which I write. I guess that means that while they might not say 'bullshit' at the supermarket, they are living vicariously through me. I think I'm okay with that, damn it.
I know you all very much want to know how the kids' summer visit with Shoes went, but I haven't posted much. I haven't posted much because I don't know where to start or what I can freely share. I know that Shoes reads the blog and while that does not bother me the least bit, I don't feel like listening to him whine about the very detailed and strongly-worded email that was sent to my attorney after the kids got home. He might not want me to mention the flea infestation or the rated-R movies that have Able Mabel now terrified of even going to the bathroom alone. So I won't blog about those things. I'll ask all of you for prayers about those things instead.
Do you know that I still have not finished the girls' embroidery? Mabel is half a unicorn from completion and what... I just quit? Shame on me. I need to be finished already. Hayley's will take weeks at this rate.
My work has basploded. My manager quit without notice so his work had to be divided between me and the guy that started ONE WEEK beforehand. It's been crippling to say the least. It's one hell of a way to advance a career, I'll tell you that! Also, I very jealously guard my time... I'll give extra at my choice but it won't come at the cost of my marriage or my children. I've always been very clear about that: God, family, then work. No negotiation. I am fully okay with that limiting my climb.
My Maytag Neptune washer is a pain in the ass. This particular brand (as it turns out, because I didn't find this bit of detail in any reviews 5 years ago) is notorious for problems with the inner clothes basket becoming unbalanced. There us no agitator (which I love) but that means it can fly around in there all crazy if its really full. Maytag didn't build it strong enough to keep up. Anyway. The hubs needs to look at it because that thing sounds like our newlywed bed during the spin cycle.
It would be nice if I could depend on Shoes to help pay for things like school clothes, supplies, or football. Good thing I got used to 'jackass' instead of nice a long time ago. (In this case, jackass is an adjective and not me calling anyone a name...because that would be disrespectful.)
I need to ask you all to pray for us. For something not related to the kids or Shoes. We are dealing with some... well, with some bullshit that cannot be avoided. Our marriage is great, which we need to pray for as well while we give this bullshit what-for. Please pray for patience, endurance, protection, and for unfailing faith in God's plan. He has a way for us. This is something I can't be more clear about, but, Friends, please pray.
I talked to Judy the other day. She is getting settled into her new apartment. She has endured a lot of changes in these past few months, and for that I am proud of her. I remain concerned about a few plans, but I have chosen to give it to God and just try to enjoy talking with her instead - even when she ignores those concerns. Hmpf.
I have some administrative help at work this month. Today my administrative help threw up on herself. I thought she sneezed when I heard it. I mean, it did sound like a juicy sneeze... Like perhaps she blew bubbles out her nose or something... but no. It was not a sneeze. It was vomit seeping all over her pink velour shirt. Part of me felt bad for her. The other part legitimately wondered how she didn't feel that coming. Random violent office-puking? Come on. I guess that's a bit judgy. Oops.
I'm in a mood today, Folks. Aren't you glad you joined me for this ride?
So, exactly what are your ideas on how best to combat a 3 year old who watched Paranormal Activity 1 and 2 and is now afraid there is a ghost waiting to eat her behind every corner?
I am intrigued (again) by Amanda Soule and her family, who have just taken on more chickens, this time to raise for meat. I am thoroughly in love with how they live off of God's land, raise farm animals with respect, and reuse to the best of their abilities. I wish I had the time and the ability to forge ahead in suburbia to find a way to integrate my children into life the way she does. It's impressive.
New favorite song: "The Way" by Jeremy Camp. I tried to link with YouTube, but Blogger is giving me fits. Go listen!