Here's the deal. I got to bed almost every night with socks on because..well, because they make me feel safe. Not mention the fact that my feet are perpetually cold so it behooves me to wear socks to bed. Now, as I said, I go to bed with socks on. But in the morning, I wake up with bare feet. This is not an unusual phenomenon as I understand. It happens to a lot of people.
I hate it. I have lost almost all of my Eeyore socks because of this. See, because when I wake up in the morning, it doesn't really occur to me that I went to bed with socks on and woke up with them off. This doesn't help when you spend most of your time in hotels and housekeeping just takes the sheets in the morning. They don't check for socks...why would they??
Anyway..the other night, I was in bed. Tossing and turning because I had a million thoughts and worries going through my head and just couldn't make it all stop. After a couple of hours and total random thoughts floating around in my noggin, it occurred to me my feet were bare.
WTH??
How did my socks come off my feet while I was awake and I was completely oblivious to the action?
Of course, I pondered on this for at least another hour...
UGH...I just wanted to sleep and that's the one thing that avoided me!!
Saturday, January 19, 2013
Thursday, January 10, 2013
There by the Grace of God...
I read the following on Facebook not too long ago:
Conversation with God
Me (in a tizzy): God, Can I ask you something?
God: Sure
Me: Promis you won't get mad?
God: I promise
Me (frustrated): Why did you let so much stuff happen to me today?
God: What do you mean?
Me: Well, I woke up late,
God: Yes
Me: My car took forever to start,
God: Okay...
Me (growling): At lunch, they made my sandwich wrong and I had to wait
God: Hmmm
Me: On the way home, my phone went dead, just as I picked up a call
God: All right
Me (loudly): And to top it all off, when I got home, I just wanted to soak my feet in my foot massager and relax but it wouldn't work. Nothing went right today! Why did you do that?
God: Well..let me see. The death angel was at your bed this morning and I had to send one of the other angels to battle him for your life. I let you sleep through that.
Me (humbled): Oh...
God: I didn't let your car start because there was a drunk driver on your route that might have hit you if you were on the road. The first person who made your sandwich today was sick and I didn't want you to catch what they have. I knew you couldn't afford to miss work.
Me (embarrassed): Oh...
God: Your phone went dead because the person that was calling was going to give a false witness about what you said on that call,, I didn't even let you talk to them so you would be covered.
Me (softly): I see...
God: Oh, and that foot massager, it had a short that was going to throwout all the power in your house tonight. I didn't think you wanted to be in the dark.
Me: I'm sorry God.
God: Don't be sorry, just learn to trust me...in all things, the good and the bad.
It came to mind today because...last night I couldn't sleep. Because I couldn't sleep, I got up later than I wanted for my interview. I took Wyatt out and instead of peeing on the tree at the foot of the stairs like he normally does, he went all the way around the building before finding the perfect spot to pee. I hop in the car and it doesn't start. I'm running late...my 15 minute window has not decreased to 2. I pop the hood, wiggle some wires and it still won't start. I do it again..nothing. I am beginning to get angry and frustrated. I go back under the hood actually move the connection and the car starts. I am now going to get there right on time. I get on 290 and a mile later, I am at a dead stop. I call my appointment and leave a message that I am going to be late. About 10 minutes later, I pass a 5 car wreck. It's a bad one and it was relatively new. A delivery truck was what I saw first and it's front axle was broken or something because the front tire was sticking out weird and too far. Then 2 cars that were totalled and pointing in the wrong direction. A third car was too close to the median. Then a big ole truck...an F250 or something like that with the front end smashed to smithereens.
I knew right away that had everything gone right this morning, I would have been in that wreck. I know it as sure as I know that there is a God. I remembered the post on Facebook and I thanked my Father in Heaven for watching over me. I am still thanking Him.
Sunday, January 6, 2013
That's why you still b single...
Yep...that's what he said. The argument began because he got drunk while he had one of his children. The one thing I can't stand is when he drinks but ESPECIALLY when he drinks when he has his kids. Now, he's drunk and he's telling me the reason I'm single is because I put the needs of my dog, Wyatt, before him. First of all, he and I are no longer dating. Second of all, Wyatt is a dog who needs to be let out to pee and poop at the very least twice a day so unless I've made arrangements, I can't just leave him alone all day and into the night locked up inside. And thirdly, it's not my fault I'm a better mother to my dog than he is a father to his children.
When I do find someone deserving of my time and attention, that man will be one of my top priorities along with Wyatt. That's the way it will always be. Just as it was with you but you were jealous of Wyatt and your own children because they took pieces of my heart and you wanted it all.
Here's the conversation:
When I do find someone deserving of my time and attention, that man will be one of my top priorities along with Wyatt. That's the way it will always be. Just as it was with you but you were jealous of Wyatt and your own children because they took pieces of my heart and you wanted it all.
Here's the conversation:
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