I need more caffeine

Worship was SO great this morning. And then?????

Ever known someone whose voice simply lulls you to sleep? You are sitting there listening to that smooth as chocolate voice and suddenly you are dozing away.....hopefully not snoring.

He is a wonderful pastor. Such a tender heart and loves the Lord, a smiling, happy, smooth voiced man. Whose voice, unfortunately for me, lulls me to sleep each Sunday.

Know what I do for fun? I LISTEN to sermons by various preachers when I am in the house. Or in the truck for that matter. Where ever I am, I usually have that computer trained in to Charles Stanley, Dr. David Jeremiah, Kay Arthur, Jack Hibbs, Amir Tsarfati, Jon Courson, David McGee, David Hocking......I listen to them all when I am cleaning, sewing, gardening..... whatever I am doing!

I need to suck up the caffeine before I go to church..... I hope I didn't snore..... I hope I am not sleeping in church when the Rapture happens.....

Getting away with something WONDERFUL!

Such a beautiful Sunday!

I hope your Mother's Day Sunday has been as blessed as mine has been!

Just my luck...

A loooong time ago, I found a blog background that was just PERFECT. It had little girls in skirts and cowboy boots!

I am UNapologetically digitally scrapbookily challenged. Give me fabric and I can do whatever you want. Give me food ingredients and I can make you a meal that will make your mouth water. Give me an abused horse and I will give you a pocket-pony.

Give me a project of a blog background and you are in BIG trouble because I can't do diddly squat with it. And I am okay with that. Because God made people who can do that who LOVE to share their talent and I make great use of their lovely creativity.

So imagine my surprise when the blog background that I had gotten from Shabbyblogs.com simply disappeared from my blog. And of course, no matter how I try to get there, the site is unavailable, the facebook page message thingy is never answered. And I LOVED my blog background from them! It had little girls in cowboy boots! It was me! Totally me!

Alas! I had to go searching again. And I found a lovely blog background at The Cutest Blog on The Block. No little girls in cowgirl boots. But lovely roses on a barn background. Totally appropriate since I will soon start to put up a new shed row barn in these exact colors.

Pray for me.
I am praying for you.

"Think Romantical Thoughts"....Mike Wazowski

I love that movie. Monsters Inc, that is. They need to make more movies like that.

Good. Clean. Wholesome. Happy endings.

It has been some time since I have had time to write. Life moves so quickly these days and yet at times it seems to drag. I decided to write today for 2 reasons.

Today I witnessed "The MAJOR Drag".
Today I watched a most wonderful movie. (And NOT Monsters Inc.!)

So after church I changed, picked up my Buddy dog and headed for the feed store. And that is where I witnessed "The Major Drag".

Paying for my hay and layer crumbles, I then headed out to get loaded up in the hay yard and there were already 2 vehicles in front of me. That poor guy that was bucking hay had his hands full. As he was loading up the truck and trailer farthest from me, I had the UNpleasure of seeing and hearing what was going on at the other truck and trailer. And?

If looks could kill, that man would have been dead and he KNEW it once he looked at my face.

I never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, EVER thought I would be one who would stop believing in the magic and power of love, but let me tell you. My ex-husband killed that hope and magic in me and this guy just confirmed what I already reconciled myself to.

He is lucky I did not fly out of my truck and take him down. HOW DARE HE! If you take a person to spouse, you do NOT talk to them as though they were a dog. Holy snot. I don't even talk to my DOGS like that! Furthermore, why are YOU, the MAN, standing by the side of the trailer and watching, while your WIFE stacks the hay? And then you have the audacity to tell her she's doing it wrong? And make motions that you are going to slap her???

I pointed at him and said to my Buddy dog, quite clearly and loudly, I might add;

"And THAT is exactly why I choose NOT TO BE MARRIED."

He obviously heard me and looked up. And? He didn't even have the grace to blush. He just started yelling louder, as though that made what he was doing right. The man was a pig. Actually, scratch that. I don't want to insult pigs.

The little guy that was bucking hay came up to the window of my truck and told me he needed to finish loading this truck and trailer and get that guy out of here. I heartily concurred. Please. Get that creep out of here and do it quickly. Men like that need to get equal to what they are handing out.

Why is it people who are supposed to love you, feel they have the "RIGHT" to treat you like crap? Where is that written? Is it some sort of rule men learn in Man Class??? In all the years my parents were married, I NEVER heard my Daddy and my Ma talk like that to each other. Marriage is sacred, my Daddy always said, and women should be treated with respect and honor.

Good thing I was not that woman, because that man would have had a mouthful of my boot. She was in the perfect position to do so, but she never answered back. Just went on with what she was doing. By the time they were finally loaded and gone, the steam had stopped flowing out of my ears.

1 Peter 3:4 aside, while I held her in respect for not reacting in public to his treatment of her, after what I witnessed, I again reaffirmed that I will forever remain by myself. I think my Buddy dog and I do just fine together.

But this afternoon I turned on Hulu, (which is the only television I choose to have), and watched the most charming movie. Linda Hamilton in a 2006 movie called, "Home by Christmas". What started out as typical "Leave your wife for a younger woman" movie, turned out to be a "Testament to the resiliency, fortitude and creativity of a woman who was left for a younger and immoral bimbo" movie. They need to make more movies like this.

Good. Clean. Wholesome. Happy endings.
I loved it.

As strange as it may seem, this simple, predictable and silly movie, made me feel all the magic and hope that a relationship can bring to ones life. And how a man can either empower his woman or destroy her spirit, just as I witnessed in the Feed Store this day. I wonder why some men get it and others don't. It is the difference between  70 year marriages and a divorce before your 10th anniversary.

Marriage is hard work. It only takes one NOT working at it, to make it fail. I wonder if that guy will ever figure it out.

All I know is that if I am ever blessed enough to have another relationship, I would work for that magic. But at my age, meeting a nice guy holds the same odds as me being held as a bank hostage.

Think romantical thoughts y'all.