I was raised in a family that visits. I don't understand having a life without it. It simply don't make sense. People can't know each other without it. Where has this idea vanished to? Where has it gone? Sitting 'round the table for hours is just what my family does. We might move to the couch or not, but an hour isn't enough and it is even seen as rude. I ain't got a clue how people visits for shorter than that. We seriously don't hide much if anything about much. The cold hard truth is said first and it is usually difficult, but hey.. why not?
I've had a few visits that were really cool in the last week. I'm lucky to get two good visits in a week. The first one was for a friend's 5 year old bro. He's in a Muslim family, so bringing a huge Christmas stocking over surely ain't never happened. I got a stocking bigger than him and packed the bottom with newspaper and filled the rest with some random gifts. When I walked in the house, my friend's mom looked at me like I was a alien. It was a bit funny. She quickly run off to make me some food and my friend's bro was super excited to get his gifts. She finally come and and visit with us for a few minutes. After all the gift stuff, we left and my friend told me that when he was 5 a Christian lady would always come over and give gifts and share about Jesus with the family. He's so thankful for that experience and he's sure that it is a major infulence in his decision for Jesus.
The most recent visit was with my mom's aunt. She's the one who is a out of control protector of me. She's barely able to walk, but she'd kill anyone for talking trash on me. I'm serious! She's just so blunt and honest about everything. It cracks us all up. She has a fairly limited understanding about the world, but they ain't a single important thing that she don't know for sure. Interesting how that works!! Don't ever tell her that you'll bring her something, cuz she'll never forget and she'll even remind you 3-5 times. It cracks me up. However, how would you know this unless you was to visit? It just gets to me that there are so so so many people who just about nobody pays any mind to and they are everywhere.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
Rotten Apples and Candy Apples
I've noticed that it's easier to find a rotten apple in a church than anywhere else. I used to make me mad. I would ask myself why this was. I'd get angry at the church. I'd question anyone who'd listen. I'd argue with people because I saw it one way and they saw it another. I've recently come to another understanding.
There's rotten apples everywhere you go. It's sad, but it is true. They ain't one place where people gather in groups where there ain't a idiot. However, the awesome thing is that it is easier to find and notice jerks at church because they are among lots of people that are far from rotten. There are simply more rotten people in other places. I refuse to allow rotten apples to ruin all that's good in my church. They are so few and far between. I love apples, and rotten ones are just what they are.... rotten. What else is there to say!
Candy apples are the best I've ever eat in my entire life. I am always willing to pay a pretty penny for them. I would spend 2.99 every day for one in the Cold Hard Town. Now that I ain't there, I can get 3 for the same price. It sure is different to pay 1/3 the price for the same thing. I was so much more thankful for that apple when it cost more. It is funny how that works. Apples come in all shapes and sizes and serve all types of purposes. I am so glad that apples exist even if some of them cost a lot of money.
There's rotten apples everywhere you go. It's sad, but it is true. They ain't one place where people gather in groups where there ain't a idiot. However, the awesome thing is that it is easier to find and notice jerks at church because they are among lots of people that are far from rotten. There are simply more rotten people in other places. I refuse to allow rotten apples to ruin all that's good in my church. They are so few and far between. I love apples, and rotten ones are just what they are.... rotten. What else is there to say!
Candy apples are the best I've ever eat in my entire life. I am always willing to pay a pretty penny for them. I would spend 2.99 every day for one in the Cold Hard Town. Now that I ain't there, I can get 3 for the same price. It sure is different to pay 1/3 the price for the same thing. I was so much more thankful for that apple when it cost more. It is funny how that works. Apples come in all shapes and sizes and serve all types of purposes. I am so glad that apples exist even if some of them cost a lot of money.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Work and Worry
I dream of donuts. What the heck? I took me the most amazing rest for 3 entire hours on Sunday. Why? I been workin' like an idiot. Everyone calls off at the lame donut castle, so I end up covering shifts after already being scheduled lots. The (sorry for putting they. It was a MISTAKE) money I earn is enough to pay for the gas to get there. Ha!
I've had lots to worry about. I ain't sayin' that I should have been filled with worry, but I'm human I guess. I wonder how I'll pay for this and that and how I can be two places at once. I noticed that everyone I know is feeling the same way. They's this thing called worry that is not a good thing. It gives stress which is worse. Then you end up sick and doing less than before. The good thing is that I give up on all of it about 1 month ago. At least for now, I ain't worried. I just go with the flow and do what needs done and that's it.
So, I met this random person from India the other day. I love random people. It was amazing cuz he works at a donut shop too. ROFL! How did you know?? No for real....., each and every time I've seen this guy I felt like I should tell him about Jesus. I see tons of people every day and I must say that there are only a few people every year that I feel like I should tell them ........................ Well, I finally did tell him. The funny thing is it wadn't the least bit strange. It was just a 10 min. conversation. I guess there have been a few others who have explained it to him, but he still doesn't get it. Now I have to find him a Hindi Bible. He told me that he ain't able to understand English that well. He asked me how much it cost and I told him that I didn't know. He thought I was a liar. LOL. How would I know how much a Hindi Bible costs off of the top of my head?? Really??????
I've had lots to worry about. I ain't sayin' that I should have been filled with worry, but I'm human I guess. I wonder how I'll pay for this and that and how I can be two places at once. I noticed that everyone I know is feeling the same way. They's this thing called worry that is not a good thing. It gives stress which is worse. Then you end up sick and doing less than before. The good thing is that I give up on all of it about 1 month ago. At least for now, I ain't worried. I just go with the flow and do what needs done and that's it.
So, I met this random person from India the other day. I love random people. It was amazing cuz he works at a donut shop too. ROFL! How did you know?? No for real....., each and every time I've seen this guy I felt like I should tell him about Jesus. I see tons of people every day and I must say that there are only a few people every year that I feel like I should tell them ........................ Well, I finally did tell him. The funny thing is it wadn't the least bit strange. It was just a 10 min. conversation. I guess there have been a few others who have explained it to him, but he still doesn't get it. Now I have to find him a Hindi Bible. He told me that he ain't able to understand English that well. He asked me how much it cost and I told him that I didn't know. He thought I was a liar. LOL. How would I know how much a Hindi Bible costs off of the top of my head?? Really??????
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Talking
I've always been a talker. I been talking since I started. I'll talk to anyone. The problem with talking to everyone is that there are too many people out there who want to talk to anyone and not a single person will talk to them. Beyond that, if I have a conversation with anyone, I'm ready to keep talking to that person often. I want to know what makes people tick. These conversations often let me in on information that ain't to fun. That's a sort of obvious one I guess. Well, in the end I've spent so much time talking and not any time with any focus. I just talk and talk and talk. You get the picture.
In linguistics class I learned that guys talk more than girls. Most people were shocked. I wadn't at all. I knew it. I had a very long conversation with my co-worker about life the other day. He's just about the only person who freely shares the true good and bad openly with me at work. I'm glad that they ain't a ton more. It's not easy to give good advice. I give him the best advice I could, but I still felt as if I was being above the situation. I told him what I thought about the situation and then said, "Yep!" The advice was based on what I thought God wanted him to do and the advice was clear. He got it! The amazing thing is that I think that I got more out of his problem than he did. I guess I should have said that I got more out of the solution.
In linguistics class I learned that guys talk more than girls. Most people were shocked. I wadn't at all. I knew it. I had a very long conversation with my co-worker about life the other day. He's just about the only person who freely shares the true good and bad openly with me at work. I'm glad that they ain't a ton more. It's not easy to give good advice. I give him the best advice I could, but I still felt as if I was being above the situation. I told him what I thought about the situation and then said, "Yep!" The advice was based on what I thought God wanted him to do and the advice was clear. He got it! The amazing thing is that I think that I got more out of his problem than he did. I guess I should have said that I got more out of the solution.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Nothing
Today I tried to force myself to write something, but I just couldn't get anything to come up. I tried and failed. Failing is not fun. Even if it is in the smallest of tasks, it isn't fun! However, when you are not trying anything, nothing gets accomplished. I been tryin', but I get nothing in the end. Good thing that nothing needs to be done.
So, today's blog is about nothing. There's stuff on my mind, but nothing gets put on this screeen.
So, today's blog is about nothing. There's stuff on my mind, but nothing gets put on this screeen.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
I'm Not Taken
Somebody stoled my phone from my work. I think it was a customer. I was angry for about 3 minutes and then I realized that it made somebody's day to get it. I guess they gonna enjoy it more than I did anyway. It took my time from me. They wadn't a minute that went by that I didn't think about it when I had forgot it at my house. It was like a leash. I used it too much. No joke! In fact it used me. I give it my time, energy and money. For what!!?? I turned around and said to myself that they took my phone, but I got myself back. Ha! I'm gonna enjoy only having texting and a much lower phone bill. I'm not taken!
The news has really gotten to me recently. This 'white' stabber in Michigan who was after called Jewish and then a Christian Arab is getting on my nerves. I mean.... how obvious is it people. Wake up! He worked at a party store in Flint, his mom has a Muslim name (so does he), his neighbor says he was 'religious' and the media has kept a blabbin' about how he could be anything but what he is. Just google AP stabber story and you'll see for your-own-self. I tried my best to not believe it. However, it is what it is.... This makes the third in a sting of mass killings similar to this. DC then Texas and now this! Maybe Obamer will have another Ramadan meal at the White House and the stabber can go have a beer and make up with the nation. However, I'm not taken by their hogwash.
The news has really gotten to me recently. This 'white' stabber in Michigan who was after called Jewish and then a Christian Arab is getting on my nerves. I mean.... how obvious is it people. Wake up! He worked at a party store in Flint, his mom has a Muslim name (so does he), his neighbor says he was 'religious' and the media has kept a blabbin' about how he could be anything but what he is. Just google AP stabber story and you'll see for your-own-self. I tried my best to not believe it. However, it is what it is.... This makes the third in a sting of mass killings similar to this. DC then Texas and now this! Maybe Obamer will have another Ramadan meal at the White House and the stabber can go have a beer and make up with the nation. However, I'm not taken by their hogwash.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Country Done Come to Town
I heard that song on the way over to my friend's house. It made me think of a visit from my aunt. I've only seen here 7 times in the last 15 years. They ain't too much for her to say. It seems that she wants so badly to not be of humble origins. It just floors me. Everything is about class and money. Why does it have to be about those things? I really don't care!
I heard her a knockin' on the door. It was not a good sound. I knew that it would be awkward and she'd inquire about my income and all other types of information. I mean.. I ain't seen her much in years. Why does she care?? Her life revolves about being what she isn't. She works at a factory and she wants people to think she is rich. She was borned in a cabin and she wants people to believe that it was a castle. How might she be able to get this by me? I know. It is obvious. She can't get out 1 sentence without using a nonstandard form of English. Arrr. My favorite from today was 'sightseed'! I mean really.. I'm far from critical about my home language. Whatever I say at that moment is what I say. She corrected me to my face the last time I went to her house for a family dinner. I said the word brung and she informed me that it was supposed to be brought. I mean really...!!???!!
So, then I inquired about my other aunt's church. I guess her husband is a preacher in a local city. I know he means well, but it certainly isn't my idea of a relevant church. I asked if it was more of a northern or southern style Free Will Baptist church. She turned around and told me that it was northern. I liketa fell on the floor. I mean.... really? All of the people that goes are from the south except the preacher. It was a direct slam on the family church which is very very hillbilly. They don't care either. It just is what it is. I told her that I enjoy going to the family church for special events. I like the music. I then told her that I like my church too. After all, that's why I go there!
I heard her a knockin' on the door. It was not a good sound. I knew that it would be awkward and she'd inquire about my income and all other types of information. I mean.. I ain't seen her much in years. Why does she care?? Her life revolves about being what she isn't. She works at a factory and she wants people to think she is rich. She was borned in a cabin and she wants people to believe that it was a castle. How might she be able to get this by me? I know. It is obvious. She can't get out 1 sentence without using a nonstandard form of English. Arrr. My favorite from today was 'sightseed'! I mean really.. I'm far from critical about my home language. Whatever I say at that moment is what I say. She corrected me to my face the last time I went to her house for a family dinner. I said the word brung and she informed me that it was supposed to be brought. I mean really...!!???!!
So, then I inquired about my other aunt's church. I guess her husband is a preacher in a local city. I know he means well, but it certainly isn't my idea of a relevant church. I asked if it was more of a northern or southern style Free Will Baptist church. She turned around and told me that it was northern. I liketa fell on the floor. I mean.... really? All of the people that goes are from the south except the preacher. It was a direct slam on the family church which is very very hillbilly. They don't care either. It just is what it is. I told her that I enjoy going to the family church for special events. I like the music. I then told her that I like my church too. After all, that's why I go there!
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