My fort of Boxes

I prayed for the moving guys today. This weekend is supposed to be over 100 here and I am sure that they are working.

We are all moved in. Things were packed and the movers complimented us on how everything was done when they got there. : ) Then it was done. If they have come the day before, it was major chaos. I let B. pack up the office. I was , as normal, trying to do it all by myself. And getting frustrated. That is so hard for me.

I always want to do it all myself. I had to force myself not even to enter the room. Otherwise I would start taking over.

I had to laugh though. We had different priorities on what room should be unpacked first. For him, it was the computer and office setup and for me, it was the kitchen and bathroom : P But we packed together and we unpack together.

Another funny thing has been the dreams. For the first several days, I had weird dreams. One was about eating a chili cheese hotdog. The other was working at a library that was only open from 12:30 to 2:30 and at 2:30 exactly all power was cut off in the building. I had to feel my way out.

And the most peculiar was the one where I was driving with Mom and the power went out. Not just the streets but the cars. We got out to walk and I remember walking past a car with a family inside. When I looked in the car windows, it looked like they lived in it. The look that the little girl inside was just so unbelievable sad. All the cars were stopped all ascew and just ahead of those cars, there were bodies lying all around.

But the last one was the night before's. I dreamed I made the kitties ketchup sandwiches. I am never where my brain comes up with this stuff.

Good night and dream not of ketchup : P

A Sword, Strippers and Children

A couple of nights ago, I came home after dinner with T and asked B. what he thought about the name of Patricia Hazel for a girl's name. Every now and then, we discuss what we would like to name our kids. Patricia Hazel is my current favorite for girl and John Andrew is his current favorite for a boy.

No worries, people. This is not my way of announcing anything. We just have decided to give it a year to work on saving for a house and getting my health all taken care of and then working on kids.

Although after this story, I may change my mind. I have a friend. She is a lovely, sweet woman who thinks of many before her own needs. She came in to work this morning stating that she hadn't gotten any sleep. I was curious so I asked if she wanted to talk about it. She shook her head no. I then asked which daughter was it about. She just grimaced. She has three kids. One daughter lives at home with her and the other in a house that she owns. They are both about my age. Or as someone put it today, old enough to know better but not enough to care....

Well, she got a phone call from the out of the house daughter, N. at 3 or 4 this morning. N. was quite upset. She had just had her car window stabbed with a sword. Yeah. A sword. Apparently she was dropping a friend off and her two other friends were in the backseat. Well, they got to the address. The friend got out as another guy came out of the house. A whole lot of yelling and cussing insued. Then a whole bunch of strippers came out of the house. Yeah, strippers. And the yelling and cussing went up a couple knouches.

Apparently one of the strippers was more than just a little upset or something because she started attacking N's car. She was throwing all sorts of things at it causing all sorts of dents and scratches.

And then she got a sword and tried to put it through the car window. It was actually thrust hard enough to break the glass and put a hole in the window. N called the police and her mom. Well, then N decided the police, who had decided it was a she said she said situation, weren't doing enough. So she decided to yell at them and accuse them of siding with the strippers.

Woa. And all this time she is on the phone with my friend, JC. With all the commotion, JC's husband wakes up. In his Phillipino accent, he begans saying son of beech, son of beech, that's it. These girls are crazy. We are moving to the mountains. JC is half fussed at N and half trying to calm her husband down. The situation finally calmed down and N didn't get arrested thankfully.

Now, I really feel bad for my friend. She really has a great heart. I know she has been really frustrated dealing with her daughters. But I could NOT stop laughing while she is telling me this. At one point, I told her I just can't shake this vision of a Red Sonja stripper stabbing the car.

And they say library workers have a quiet and dull time... just tell me this when did you go to work and get a sword and stripper story?

Good night and watch out for sword carrying strippers.

Stonehenge is now a flower bed path...

I notice things. Some of them because they are out of place in my normal days doings. Some because they are something I see every day and they change.

Saturday, I noticed a man walking down the street. Just an ordinary man. Normal clothes, normal shoes, normal everything but one thing. He has carrying a cross. Not just in his hands or arms. It was over his shoulder. It was taller than he was. My first thought was Pick up your cross and follow me. And then I thought that it was better than Jesus' own. It had wheels on it.

The second thing I noticed was something I drive by regularly. There is a corner on a street near my house. It is a plain ordinary corner. Someone used to plant wild flowers there. They also used to have a bunch of rocks put there. They were just plain rocks, about the size of a good sized book or bigger. I decided it was our own version of Stonehenge. I didn't know how it had been put together. I just enjoyed seeing it. It has been through different formations and for a while recently it had been missing. It eventually got put back up though. But right now it has become a border. A flower bed border... I am sad to see it used so practically.

I really liked that it changed and I never knew if it would still be there or how it would look. The joy was in the not knowing. Perhaps it will change again. Or maybe the joy is in the not knowing but hoping it will be back. I'll just have faith in the unseen and the unknown.

I have faith in the unseen and unknown God. Part of my joy is him is in the learning and the seeing.

Good day and keep your eyes peeled. You'd be amazed at all you see.