Crossing the T

Doing the insane

Just a blast out to the internet via this silly blog of mine that I am sooo much happier than I was last year at this time when I was working for a really messed up group.  Last Spring, to disassociate myself from their willing and compliant mess, I just walked in and said, basically, "Enough, I want no part of this, I am walking out for good." That was an insane thing to do in bad and precarious economic times, but there are days when those quiet, lonely moments of prayer give you get that undeniable momentum to do something that others would never dare to do.  I am soooo glad I did!  It is a Merry Christmas.

Going nuclear at the mall

I try avoid this at all cost near the holidays, but unfortunately, I couldn't. I entered malls today, strip malls, next to a big shopping mall.  Just getting near the gravitational force of a mall at Christmas, drained me of all my available energy reserves -- malls deflate the core of everything near them.  Then it dawned on me, I discovered something from which our national security team might take valuable note. Now that Kim Jung Il is dead, I know what do with all the nuclear power he has. Or that Iran has.  Put it in a Dodge Ram, a mini-cooper, a Lexus SUV, a taurus, a basket on a bicycle, a Timbukt2 messenger bag - put in anything, then park it in a mall during Christmas, and watch it lose all power and be drained of all useful energy.

 

Kim Jung-il. Dead.

Kim Jung-il meets his maker.  Wonder what that's like.

Over hill, over dale, As we hit the dusty trail....

Sometimes a life change seems insurmountable, you wish for a break, a turn that just comes, a chance that someone gives you, a current that takes you along to the place you are intended to be. Yet sometimes that place you are intended to be is actually the fight that you find yourself in. We cannot flee the fight for goodness into which Faith places us. So over hill, over dale, As we hit the dusty trail....

Cyrano's Christmas Letter

A new writing venture perhaps....my friend, closing out an exhausting year, with unrelenting schedule, an absentee extended family, and the demands of a house full of kids, hired me to write her Christmas letter. Unsure of how a Cyrano-style Christmas letter would work, she read the draft to a friend, who proceeded to cry.  I'm not sure if it's good to make people cry at the happiest time of the year.  But the reality is, Christmas, while full of excitement and joy, is also the time where sorrows can run like a slow hidden stream, buried.  The letter goes out soon. We'll hear the reaction soon!   

break time?

I'm learning the lesson that when you work for yourself, you work all the time. Break time and bed time merge to be the same thing.  Exhausted, I crash, wondering who demands such insane work hours? I mean, really, this is getting crazy, who is the boss around here!?! Oh yea, me.