me me me more me

I'm loadin' 'er up and movin' 'er out next Saturday. Please tell me the forecast doesn't call for rain.

I have discovered this week that I am not all that good at multi-tasking, but I refuse to change my resume to say that I only do well with one task at a time.

I mean, really, I don't know many people who can do homework and pack to move at the same time, so it's not like I am lying.

I just want to remind a certain someone that they offered to buy me lunch once I get moved. I reserve the right to chicken out, but he's not allowed to. And don't get butthurt, it's a woman's perogative to change her mind, after all, besides I'm the queen.

I cannot tell you how very much I detest accounting. My brain does not work well in accounts receivable, notes payable, etc. mode. And to think I was worried about it because it involves numbers. It isn't the numbers I needed to worry about.

My new grandson will be here soon. After admiring Monica's photos of her sweet little guy I am even more anxious to get my hands on Jackson. My son in law says he will NOT be called Jack. What's he gonna do if I slip, denounce me and kick me out? He'd be losing the best damn free baby sitter he ever had. The operative word was "free."

OK, I am relenting...

...but only because I like Fleetwood Mac.

no one tells jenny what to do...

...now you all must suffer acoustically.









that'll teach you to question the queen's taste.

This is making the rounds on facebook and I think it's pretty cool.
It's from a documentary called Playing for Change.
Candle, I think Sentient Grass would approve, even though they all sing better than she does.

My Football Star

Idiot's Guide to Breathing

I think I've found a house to move into! I'm going to move back to Weatherford where I lived before moving to Ft. Worth. I really don't know what I was thinking when I moved here in the first place. I am so looking forward to living close to my friends and more importantly, to my daughter and her family again, especially since we'll have a new little addition to the family in a month or so.

The house belongs to friends of mine whose recent tenant moved out without notice. Perfect timing. Providence? Coincidence? There are drawbacks, namely the drive to classes in Hurst, but I graduate in May so it won't be much longer. It could also mean a commute once I find a job, but maybe maybe please maybe I can find one in Weatherford. All I know is this is the first thing that has felt right in a long time. I can almost breath again.

Let me not pray to be sheltered from dangers
but to be fearless in facing them.
Let me not beg for the stilling of my pain
but for the heart to conquer it.
Let me not look for allies in life's battlefield
but to my own strength.
Let me not crave in anxious fear to be saved
but hope for the patience to win my freedom.
Grant that I may not be a coward,
feeling Your mercy in my success alone;
But let me find the the grasp of Your hand in my failure.
- Rabindranath Tagore - 1916

I was looking in my email drafts folder and found where I had saved this poem on 11/5/07. I don't remember where I found it; I probably stole it off someone else's blog. While I find no sin or weakness in turning to friends and allies for strength, the author is right; one must find courage from within. It is so easy to find mercy in success, but so difficult to recognize it in adversity.