Happy New Year...Welcome 2009

I don't know about you, but I gladly welcome 2009. This year has been a year of complete ups and downs. But, I have to fill all of you in on a miracle just in time for the New Year. For those of you who have been praying for Lirio, Thank you. She is healed. I found out today that she has been released from the hospital. Right now she is in a neurological rehab dealing with quite a bit of pain, but getting better each day. I am so amazed at the awesomeness (is that even a word?) of God. Here is a girl that was shot in the face and lost brain matter just a few weeks ago and now is able to talk, text, and move around. God is still in the business of doing miracles. What a way to break in the New Year!

So what are you doing tonight? Me, I'll be in bed by 9:30 P.M. Exciting stuff here I tell ya. But here is to the New Year and new opportunities. Cheers!

P.S. By the way, here is my new haircut. Hope you like it!

Happy Birthday, Jesus!

And Merry Christmas to all. Today was peaceful and full of joy, just as every Christmas should be. Here are a few pictures from my day. I hope everyone had a great day filled with as much peace and joy as I did.

What Is On Your Heart Tonight?

It happens to all of us. We get so wrapped up in the gifts, parties, decorations, etc., etc., etc. that we get our focus off of what is really important. Sometimes its even the church traditions that can get in the way.

Tonight I went to Midnight Mass with the Sawyer Family. This is something I've always wanted to do. Since I can remember I've loved the idea of spending Christmas Eve(ning) participating in Catholic Mass. Not being Catholic I really have never known how Midnight Mass works. Apparently Midnight Mass isn't REALLY at midnight. A few years back I decided I was going to go and showed up at the church around midnight. Needless to say I was the only one in the parking lot. Can you say embarrassed? Confused? Disappointed?

But tonight it wasn't the words or the music or the communion that made the night special. It was the incredible reminder that Jesus became the Light in a dark world. There is nothing that we could ever do to bring light into the world, but God loved us so much that He gave us that Light. And with that Light, He bridged the gap that sin created so we could have open communion. We can approach our Father's throne boldly and at any time.

So tonight, my heart is forever grateful and thankful for the birth of Jesus, my Saviour.

What is on your heart tonight?

Christmas Time Is Here, Happiness and Cheer

Isn't it funny how you can meet some of the greatest people when you least expect it? This weekend I had a little Christmas "get together". I invited a few co-workers and friends. Unfortunately not too many showed, but fortunately the ones that counted did. In that group of friends, I invited a friend from my Chemistry class. I've never met her. We only chatted online (since Chemistry was an online course). This person that helped me get through the semester with an 'A' had to be at least decent. I figured inviting her and her husband could show a bit of gratitude for all her help. But she wasn't decent.....she was so much more. She and her husband were two very down to earth people that I instantly connected with. We laughed about anything and everything from ADHD drugs (Cash, let me know how they work!) to finger cots (hope they fit) to human skulls (you really had to be there) to the champagne of beers (as if I would know anything about that). Afterwards I told her my best friend and I rarely got out because we like to surround ourselves with people that are full of joy and love to laugh, but most people disappoint us because they just aren't as funny as us! She said they felt the same way.

God really does bless us when we least expect it, but probably when we need it the most. I'm not saying that I've felt down and out (quite the opposite for a change). And really I wouldn't say that I need it (although I'm ready for any blessing God sees fit for me!). But God knows things we don't.

Here are a few pictures from the party. I didn't take very many because I was too busy laughing!

This is Julie's Trainer....

I'm a bit jealous!

Please Pray Immediately....

A family needs your prayers tonight.

My friend's brother is in the military and recently came back from Iraq. Last week his wife asked him to clean up a mess that their puppy made and spank him. He then beat the puppy to death and ripped him to pieces with his hands. Obviously something is wrong with this young man. Its sad enough that our troops have to see the things they have to see in Iraq, but even worse that they don't receive any help when they get back.

Last week his wife served him with divorce papers. This week he shot his wife (her name is Lidio) in the head. Lidio is holding on. She is in critical condition, but her body is still strong. When she comes to, she wakes up fighting. She has lost some brain matter, but we are believing God for a miracle. Lidio's mother is believing God for a miracle. We are standing on the promise of God that if you honor your father and your mother (which Lidio has) your days will be long.

God IS still in the business of doing miracles, we just have to give Him the chance. WE ARE BELIEVING! Please PRAY!

Looking for a Fire to Add to Your Christmas?

Today, as I was reading Jane Green's Blog, I was reminded of the wonderful holiday event that happened when I was in the fifth grade.

My uncle has been known to build the largest, warmest fires there are. So much so one year (a few days before Christmas no doubt) we were having a family Christmas party. So my uncle goes down to the entertainment room where the fireplace is and starts a fire. A few hours later our house went up in smoke. Yes…it burned down. LOL It’s funny now, but trust me it was not then. We can’t blame the house burning down solely on him (there was a crack in the fireplace we were unaware of), but it makes the story more interesting that way! Poor Uncle James Ray. He'll forever be blamed for burning our house down.

It's Official....

I'm done with classes this semester. I didn't do as well as I would have hoped on all my Chemistry assignments, but I did walk away with an "A". (I know, what was I crying about then?) I can only credit that to the extra credit that was given to us, otherwise I would have made "B".

So now I can rest and enjoy the Christmas season by indulging in the Polar Express around the clock. It has to be the greatest Christmas movie. I know it's not a classic, but the book has been my favorite since elementary school. When I heard there was going to be a Polar Express movie I was more than thrilled, but also nervous that they would ruin the entire thing for me. But alas, Tom Hanks works his brilliant magic and makes everything wonderful.

Children around the world (including my nephew and niece) start watching this movie around the clock around the beginning of November. It takes mad skills to keep a child captivated for that long. And though I consider myself an old soul, the child inside cannot resist the telling of this Polar Express story.

Thanksgiving Week Comes to an End....

And I am ever so thankful. Even though so much joy comes from the holidays it throws everything off balance. My work schedule changes. The store hours change. People are away from home. I'm well aware that change is good....but I'm of the belief that stability is BETTER! There is just absolutely too much disruption in change (this could be why I'm not a huge fan of Obama...then again...I'm probably just not a fan period). I like knowing what is going on around me. I like knowing what to expect each day. The only change I really tend to like is the changing of the leaves...which I must boast a bit here and say....we have had the most beautiful colors in our leaves this year. But then I hate to see the leaves actually falling off. If they would just keep changing from red to orange to yellow and then back to green I would be content. But they don't. They die and fall off.

But this was a good week. We celebrated SweetPea's 3rd Birthday (My baby is growing up! *tear*)

I finished decorating the mantel. And Julie and I spent Thanksgiving Dinner with the wonderful couple, Rebecca and Dwight. Thanksgiving really hasn't been the same since my parents moved back to Texas and really since Hurricane Katrina. But this Thanksgiving seemed like a turning point. Unfortunately Rebecca and Dwight will be moving to California soon...so we won't be able to crash their house again next year. But it was nice to be back in the Thanksgiving mood.

And so as we come down from the turkey high I know we're all gearing up for the Christmas parties, presents, family, etc. It's so easy to forget the important things in the hustle and bustle. I wish it weren't, but we all find ourselves not spending the quality time together that we need too, or not praying and reading our bible like we should. So I'm trying to keep in mind, God has been so good to me. I've managed to stay sane while working in an insane environment, to get through this semester (let's pray I pass Chemistry), find a church where I'm challenged on a weekly basis, and keep a best friend despite all my shortcomings. I'd say those are the important things. Since God has been so good to me, why can I not be good to Him? That's what He wants above all else. That's the present He asks for. Just a little time. Just a little love. Just our entire hearts and lives. That isn't asking so much in light of what He has done for us.

May each day this next month remind both you and me of God's Love.

Thank God Chemistry is More Than Just a Class....And Thank God for His Son

So, I have one week left in Chemistry. Will I pass? I have no clue yet. I'm still trudging along, barely hanging on by my fingertips. Why does it have to be so complicated? I'm convinced that my teacher is the problem. Well, that and the fact that I'm taking the class online. But even though I'm in panic mode trying to make sure I at least PASS this last chapter, I know it'll be okay. Even if I don't pass, I can take it again.

Where is all this optimism coming from? I don't know. It could be that I started my day off right. I went to the gym and got an hour of cardio in and then went with my new gym partner "Bob" to mass. Yes, Mass. (is it supposed to be capitalized...I think probably so) Now I'm probably the farthest thing from Catholic, but I have to admit I have great admiration for the Catholic faith. I won't say I agree with everything that I know right now, but there is much I do agree on. I'm so amazed and maybe even a little jealous that these people get to go to church nearly everyday if they so choose. Being on the Protestant side we only have church on Sundays and Wednesdays. And even then, so many churches have done away with a Wednesday service. But how great to be able to wake up and go to church and take communion? That's another thing...how great it is to take communion everyday! Some may say that the importance of it may wear off, but why? How awesome to be able to start your day by breaking bread with God and consuming Him?!? (I know, so many don't believe we actually consumed the body of Christ...I won't even get into that) How awesome to be reminded on a daily basis that His body was broken - just for me. That His blood was shed - just for me. There is power in that, don't you think? Unfortunately because I'm not Catholic, I'm not allowed to take communion with them. But I still went up and allowed the Deacon (Father was out of town) to bless me. There weren't stars and there wasn't this warm feeling that came over me, but when I went back to my seat I asked God to guide me and do with me what He wants and not what I want. I allowed myself to be humbled before Him. And it was just something I needed. I think I'll go again. Don't worry Mom, I'm not converting.

So in ending: May the Lord be with you.....And also with you!

December Is That You?

Can anyone tell me where the time has gone? Is Thanksgiving really in only two weeks and is Christmas really only in six? I won't say it seems just like yesterday was Christmas, but it does seem like it was only yesterday!

It used to seem like you had so much time to accomplish so much within a year. Each year you set all these wonderful goals for yourself that generally aren't attainable but you do it anyway. And right now I'm wondering (Already??? I know I know) if I've grown, if I've accomplished much, and what my new goals may be. Maybe I've been so wrapped up in trying to sell my house that I've overlooked the things that really matter. So in looking back over this year I'm already seeing a few things I didn't do that I wish I would have done. But, I'm also seeing some great accomplishments (that seem to all have been done within the past couple of months oddly enough) that I'm more than estatic about. So what might they be?

Need to get to:
1. Photography
2. Losing weight
3. Studying my Bible more
4. Sending my hair off to Locks of Love (I'm getting there, I promise!)

Accomplishments:
1. Living Room Floor
2. Kitchen Updates
3. Starting to Cook (*gasp* Lord, say it ain't so!)
4. Voting and paying attention to the political world around me (Although, ignorance really is bliss. I really hate the fact that I know what I know now. I hate that I can't undo all that has now made residence in my head. I hate that no one really knows the direction our country is heading (except God of course). And I hate that I now care. Go ahead, be appaulled that I would say such a thing.)
5. Cut my hair (I really have to get that sent off to Locks of Love - SO SORRY ABOUT THAT!)
6. Building a closer relationship with my brother. Oh, how age changes things!
7. Started back to church once I FINALLY (Thank you, Lord) got Sundays off from work.

So I guess, all in all, I've done pretty well this year. Not as great as I would have liked, but better than expectted - especially since I didn't really set any goals for myself this year. God really is good!

My New Living Room Floor

Sometimes in life you just have to let go and say "okay". That's exactly how I'm feeling about being here in Biloxi. I don't like it. It's not growing on me. But I'm here and I might was well get used to it. I'm still going to apply for the dental hygiene program in North Carolina. I'm still going to keep taking my pre-reqs. But my house hasn't sold yet. The market sucks. And so this is where I am. Last month (or was it longer...I don't have any concept of time anymore) I renovated the kitchen. This weekend my wonderful, selfless, best friend helped me put in a new floor. Do not be fooled into thinking this was easy. It wasn't. It took 12 hours of bending over wood panels, trying to "pop" them into place (yeah right), tapping the sides, tapping the pull bar, making sure everything was seamless....and it is :o) What else would you expect from two perfectionists? This was our first try at something like this and I have to say we have (with the help of God no doubt) succeeded. So here are a few pictures of the lovely floor. No more carpet in the living room for me. You would think with all the projects I've been doing I'd love it here and want to stay for the rest of my life. My house...Yes. This city....No. But again, I might as well rest in the fact that I'm here and just enjoy it as much as possible. Whether God moves me from here next year, or the next, or the next, at least I'll be happy with my house. I'm can already hear my best friend as she reads this post saying...."LORD PLEASE...let this be the last project!"

Change Begins

This is a post from Frontline Worship's, Matt Poole. I believe he said what everyone needs to hear today, whether your party won or lost last night. Think about it. Let it sink in. I'm doing the same.


Change begins...

"The Hope of True Change" The elections are right around the corner…geeze. I don't know about you but I am about "politic-ed" out. How many Polls, Surveys, Focus Studies, News Specials, Debates, Interviews, Behind the Scenes Stories, Conventions, TV Ads, Radio Ads, Yard Signs, Street Signs & Bumper Stickers can there possibly be? Gimme a break! It's like watching a 3 month tennis match or better yet… a never ending boxing match where each person get to take head shots at the other and the audience expects them both (bloodied and bruised) to smile and act as if nothing bothers them. It's kind of crazy.

Most historians agree that there's been more intense debate during this election than any other in recent memory and those debates from both candidates have all been centered around this word… "CHANGE!" Regardless what side of the fence you're on in this election, change is coming to our country. Everyone wants it. Everyone wants the war to end. Everyone wants the economy better. Everyone wants health-care in on form or another. Everyone wants a fresh start. Everyone wants… Everyone wants… Everyone wants… Hummmm a consistent theme. Everyone wants.

I think it's very important for us to look at this subject of change. But if you really look at it, "Everyone wants" the government to make changes… so we don't have to. Honestly, have you ever seen so many people (Christian or otherwise) who want some law saying they can do what they want? I think we have to look a little closer to home to find the change we're asking for.

Several years ago I heard a very wise preacher talk about the influence of drugs and alcohol on our society. He pointed out that even though drugs have laws making them illegal and alcohol has age limit laws, these are still rampant problems in our society. Then he made this statement, "The reason for this is because no matter what the law says, as long as the heart of man is corrupt, people will always find a way to do these things." Did you catch that? "…the heart of man…" Not the heart of the government or anyone on the outside; the heart of man. I believe its time to stop looking for change in the Presidential hopefuls who are making the people of our great country a ton of promises... We can't control them. What we can control is us. The next time you look in a mirror, realize that's where true "Change" begins... in you.

Nina and the team wrote a song for a production we did this past year called "Something's gotta change" and we posted it up on our MySpace for you to hear because it's going to be on the new CD. Some of the words to the song are…

"Something's gotta change in me… in me… in me
I gotta stop making excuses it's not getting me anywhere
As I make a move I feel the change I can't believe that it's all it takes
Moving along makes a difference taking a chance getting started"

God calls us to change all the time. He wants you to grow forward. He wants you to stop worrying about what you can't change and worry about what you CAN change. Don't stress in the middle of the craziness of this election or even if it doesn't turn out how you might like. Washington will do what Washington will do. You on the other hand, have the ability to change yourself and that will start through prayer and express itself in worship. I encourage you to hit up the MySpace page and listen to that song. Let it resonate in your heart and mind. Yes it's a nice melody and great harmony, but the hope of true change is Freedom! Consider this passage from 1 Peter 3:9:

"God isn't late with his promise as some measure lateness. He is restraining himself on account of you, holding back the End because he doesn't want anyone lost. He's giving everyone space and time to change." emphasis mine - 1 Peter 3:9 Message Bible

That's the change we need. He's providing an opportunity for us to change. Notice it doesn't say God will change you. He is giving you the grace of time and opportunity so you can make the necessary changes in your life of serving Him. Don't stress. Don't worry. Most of you probably already know what has to change in you and if you don't God will tell you when you ask Him. Free yourself. Change your life. Decide today. (oh my gosh they all sound like campaign slogans…they're in my head aaahhhhhhhh) Detox from the society mindset of "Everyone wants…" and ask, "What does God need me to Change?" Pray Honestly. Worship Wholeheartedly. Change begins with you. Until next time…

Matt Poole

Get Ready

Today as I was praying for our country and for the direction we would move in, this verse came to mind:

2 Chronicles 7:14
If My people, who are called by My name, shall humble themselves, pray, seek, crave, and require of necessity My face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven, forgive their sin, and heal their land.

This election has been long and hard. We have had ups and downs. We have had hope and fear. I will not deny that our country electing a black man as President is a great thing. I believe it shows that people are becoming more and more colorblind. However, I still stand to believe that this man, is not the man I would like to see take that position.

Tonight I felt something so strongly that it broke my heart. It occurred to me...God spoke it to my heart...whatever you want to call it.....but I felt so strongly that God cannot bring our nation back to our knees with McCain as our President (its a sobering thought if you think about it). I don't know if you're aware of how far gone from God our nation is....but we are so far beyond what people want to realize. When we think that a man that speaks well is good for our country we are too far gone. When we believe in a man that thinks its okay to kill babies (not just in the first trimester, or the second, or even the third....try letting a baby - that was delivered - live for 30 minutes then allowing that baby to die) is okay we are too far gone. When we elect a man into office thats believes its okay to take from hardworkers to give to those that do nothing we are too far gone (doesn't the Bible say if you don't work you don't eat????).

My pastor spoke about Haggai about a month ago. Read it. It seems as if the same exact thing is occuring in our nation. Until we realize we have put God on the back burner and begin to humble ourselves He cannot and will not move. Our God is a jealous God and we as a nation have given Him every reason to believe He is no longer wanted here. Does that not break your heart? Does it not make you want to cry out to Him and beg and plead for Him not to remove His hand from our nation? Does it not make you want to fall on your face and repent and beg for mercy? Despite being unfaithful to Him so many times, does it not make you want to ask for Him to remain faithful to us?

For so many this election was about change. We felt as if President Bush let us down and we were so fearful of having the same with Senator McCain. We listened to all the hype Obama gave us about tax cuts and they sounded so appealling in a failing economy. But my friend, this was not an election about change, or rebelling against our current leader, or hope of a better economy. This election was about the direction our country would go. This man you have put in office stands for nothing but the word change. More times than not when voting, this man you have elected mearly voted "present". He asked you to get out and show your support by voting for him, but so many times all he would do would vote "present". WoW. Well, when you put it that way, Liberty, it doesn't sound too good. Huh.

People, all I can say is, Get Ready. It will not be fun. It will not be easy. It will not be Godly. If I'm wrong, may I eat my own words....but it will only be by the grace of God.

Autumn

"Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns." - George Eliot

What is it about Autumn that we love so much? Is it the smell of cinnamon and pumpkin? Is it the idea that family gatherings are drawing near? Is it the desire to envelope yourself in the duvet and curl up with a good book? Maybe its that time of year where it makes it okay to drink hot chocolate again. I can't pinpoint what it is for me exactly. I love the coolness in the air. I love warmth in the smells and colors. I love the excuse to be lazy and walk around the house in my pj's and footies. I love that my puppies come to me to put their sweaters on because they are already getting cold before winter even gets here.

But the one thing that I don't love is the remembrance of the past. I don't know why autumn reminds me of the past, but it does. I'm more of a dreamer. I focus on the future more than anything (even to a fault), but lately its been the past that has been sneaking up on me. Successes. Failures. Things unsaid. Things said that shouldn't have been said. Good times and bad.

Maybe Thomas Wolfe said it best when he said "Then summer fades and passes and October comes. We'll smell smoke then, and feel an unexpected sharpness, a thrill of nervousness, swift elation, a sense of sadness and departure." There is joy and contentment, yet at the same time this sadness and sense of unease. What is that exactly?

Golden Pork Chops

I told you last night I was feeling a bit like Suzie homemaker. I really don't know what's up with that, but this is what I made today, Golden Pork Chops. The pork chops were so very tender. I don't know that I've ever had a chop as tender as that before, even from my mother's kitchen. They were definitely melt in your mouth good.

Here is the recipe in case you're dying to try them out for yourself (this recipe serves 6 - I alterred mine a bit to accomodate just 2). I

sauteed the mushrooms, onion, and I added garlic in a pan first and added that to the soup mixture. Then I browned both sides of the chops before putting them in the baking dish:

INGREDIENTS
6 pork chops
1/4 teaspoon seasoned salt
1/4 teaspoon freshly ground black pepper
1 onion, chopped
1/2 cup fresh sliced mushrooms
2 (10.75 ounce) cans condensed golden mushroom soup

DIRECTIONS
Preheat oven to 375 degrees F (190 degrees C).

Rinse pork chops, pat dry and place them in a 9x13 inch baking dish.

In a separate small bowl, combine the onion, mushrooms and soup. Mix together well and spoon over the chops.

Cover and bake at 375 degrees F (190 degrees C) for 45 minutes, then uncover and bake for 15 more minutes. (Note: Time could be less or more depending on the thickness of the chops.) Pork chops are done when their internal temperature has reached 160 degrees F (70 degrees C).

Downeast Maine Pumpkin Bread

Tonight I decided to be Suzie homemaker and bake some pumpkin bread. I don't know what it is about Autumn that puts you in the mood to bake, but its done its work on me tonight. In case you're wondering, the bread is de-lish. Here is the recipe if you're feeling "in the mood".

Downeast Maine Pumpkin Bread

INGREDIENTS
1 (15 ounce) can pumpkin puree
4 eggs
1 cup vegetable oil
2/3 cup water
3 cups white sugar
3 1/2 cups all-purpose flour
2 teaspoons baking soda
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1 teaspoon ground nutmeg
1/2 teaspoon ground cloves
1/4 teaspoon ground ginger

DIRECTIONS
Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Grease and flour three 7x3 inch loaf pans.

In a large bowl, mix together pumpkin puree, eggs, oil, water and sugar until well blended. In a separate bowl, whisk together the flour, baking soda, salt, cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves and ginger. Stir the dry ingredients into the pumpkin mixture until just blended. Pour into the prepared pans.

Bake for about 50 minutes in the preheated oven. Loaves are done when toothpick inserted in center comes out clean.

I added a cream cheese and sugar icing on top. This also makes great muffins. I made two loafs and half a dozen muffins. Hope you enjoy! Let me know how you like it.

What He Valued Most

A young man learns what's most important in life from the guy next door.It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls,career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him.Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old news reel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days."Jack, did you hear me?""Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said."Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of the fence' as he put it," Mom told him."I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said."You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said."He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral,"Jack said.As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time.Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture,every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly."What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked."The box is gone," he said."What box? " Mom asked."There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had taken it."Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within the next three days," the note read.Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention."Mr. Harold Belser" it read.Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read the note inside."Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing, he unlatched the cover.Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack, Thanks for your time! Harold Belser." "The thing he valued most...was...my time."Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his assistant asked."I need some time to spend with my son," he said."Oh, by the way, Janet...thanks for your time!"

Updated Kitchen

The past two weekends I have been working away at my kitchen. Even though I have the house up for sale I thought I could do a couple of minor updates to the kitchen to try to make it more appealling not only to buyers but also to myself. The kitchen has been the most dated thing in the house and now it looks SOOO much better. I have to say I'm so proud of myself. Thanks to Julie I have a new sink installed. The countertops have been redone (YAY! The green is gone)and I have a really fancy backsplash that shines! Hope you like it as much as I do. I don't think I want to leave now! (Okay so maybe I still do, but I wish I could take my house with me!)

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Diary of a Mad Massage Therapist Vol.3

Just a few more rules of spa etiquette. Apparently you people are needing a bit more assistance in knowing how to act in a spa.

9. Do not go get a massage with the smell of sex on you. Yes, you all know what I'm talking about. Do you really think I want to smell that? No I don't. How hard is it to take a shower? Go wash the stank off of ya before you come in my room. Seriously! Maybe I'm a bit jealous. Yes, but at least I'd have the decency to SHOWER before I went to get a massage.

10. Wash your hands after you use the bathroom. Do not expect me to massage your hands after you have wiped your ass. I don't want your urine and feces on my hands. Unless you want it to end up all over your face....take my advice. Wash your hands!

11. Do not come into my room after you have just gone outside and smoked. I don't need my room to reek of an ashtray. I don't rub a cigarette in your face....don't bring your cloud of smoke in my room.

12. All of us spa techs are so grateful for the gratuities you leave us, however if you plan on leaving anything less than $5, please don't bother. Anything less than $5 (and that is pushing it) is more of an insult than a "thank you". What we really want to do is hunt you down and put it back in your hand and say "Apparently you need this more than I do." I know what you're thinking.....this woman is an ungrateful bitch. Maybe so...but its the truth and I'm willing to bet my co-workers would all agree with me (trust me they would....we've all talked about this exact situation more times than we can count!)

I'm On The Patch

So I've failed to fill you in on my little secret. I'm on the patch. No, not to quit smoking. No, not for birth control (no need for that since I'm in No Man Desert). I've got the SPEED PATCH BABY! Yes, I take speed. No, not to get a high. Quite the opposite. More to get a low. At least a low for my brain. This wonderful disease called A.D.D. really is a tricky thing. Who would ever have thought giving someone with ADD a bit of speed would help calm their out of control brains (yes I have two...HA) down?

I've been on a couple of different pills and they all seem to either make my heart beat out of chest (we wouldn't want to mess up those wonderful boobs I have now would we) or I turn into a raging lunatic. I'm opting for neither one! So I try out the patch. Mmmmm...does the body good. EXCEPT...it leaves this stickiness around the edge that won't come off. I scrub and scrub and it still won't come off. So I have all these little sticky spots on my butt (because that's where the doc says I have to put it) and well I don't like it. I know no one is looking at my butt, but I am. I see it and its not at all flattering. And just what if someone happens to come along one day and happens to decide he can't live without me....He'll see my butt.....with all the stickys. WHAT AM I TO DO? I tried oil tonight, but it only KIND OF helped.

So ladies(or men) out there that have to wear the patch for birth control or smoking....WHAT DO YOU DO to get this sticky stuff off? Or is it just me (*GASP* I don't think I can handle that...so lie if you have to)?

HillBilly1303, I Hate You

(Hate is such a strong word....I'll settle for DISLIKE INTENSELY)
Okay so here it goes. I haven't been completely honest with you guys. *Deep Breath*

I'm signed up on an internet dating site. Yes, I'm desperate (but I guess not desperate enough since I'll only sign up for the FREE part). But the fact of the matter is, there is absolutely no chance of me finding someone in the Arm Pit of Hell (aka Biloxi, MS). This place is full of losers and alcoholics and obsessive gamblers that it leaves no room for The Good Man. So you see, I have to resort to internet dating. Actually wait, while I'm being honest....I only sign up to feed my ego. I don't actually respond to these losers. I don't actually "wink" back at them. I just need a little pick me up every once in a while. So I'll log on. See if anyone halfway decent has "winked" or emailed and then go about my day.

Recently I decided I was going to have a bit of fun with myself (yes its either me or my best friend that keeps me entertained....the rest of you really need to kick it up a notch). So I went on True.com (the current dating site) and put the headline "How is it that a woman with no legs and no arms can get a HUSBAND and I can't even get a date?" I thought it was funny....yet insulting (to me no doubt). Nothing against this lady...she seems rather nice. But I'm just wondering how this woman got a wonderful man (not attractive, but really sweet) and I can't even get a date. Now I know I'm no Miss America. I'm no Jessica Simpson or Cat Von D or Eva Mendes or Kate Hudson. I'm just me. I'm normal. A little over weight. But I have a beautiful smile, great eyes, lovely teeth, and killer BOOBS! I mean if anything shouldn't a guy ask me out just to be close to my boobs???

So anyway, this JACKASS decides he is going to take it upon himself to email me. Just for those of you wanting to avoid every jackass possible his handle on True.com is HILLBILLY1303. This idiot doesn't even have a picture of himself. Moving along. So this is what he writes:

"would you like for me to answer your question?because the woman with no legs SETTLED for the man that would have her instead of complaining about him.I am not saying this to be ugly I am just trying to help.You are a very pretty woman so maybe it's your attitude!"

I'm not saying this to be ugly and then BAM...maybe it's your attitude. Listen Jackass with a little penis....have you ever heard of the word Rhetorical? I don't need your insults. I'm on here for the ego boosts only. So go be hateful to someone else.....and go buy some PENIS ENHANCEMENTS WHILE YOU'RE AT IT!

*DISCLAIMER*
Due to the rudeness of your comment, Mr. Hillbilly1303, your identity was not hidden in this blog!

Urine Treatment

Massage Therapist: Is there anything I need to be awareful healthwise?

Client: Is that a fever blister on your lip?

Massage Therapist: Ummm...Yes.

Client: Are your hands clean?

Massage Therapist: (No, I haven't washed them for days. WHAT?!?!) Yes ma'am they are.

Client: Well you know I get them too, but they are highly contagious.

Massage Therapist: Well if it'll make you feel better I'll wash my hands AGAIN when I come back in the room.

Okay, let me give you a bit of background on this lady. As I called for her she was just coming from the ladies room. She nearly forgot to wash her hands, but then remembered. Her version of washing her hands is turning on the water, letting her hands run underneath for five seconds (without soap no doubt) and then turns the water off without using a paper towel to touch the handle. ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Needless to say I did not massage her hands, although I should have and then given her a face massage and asked her how she liked the new urine treatment.

Did she think I was going kiss her on the lips....either pair? I mean seriously....the entire six years I've been a therapist I have NEVER been asked something so rude. Do these people think I'm their freakin' slave and they can talk to me any way they choose? I don't think so!

I'm hoping that this lady comes across my blog by chance. I hope she sees her stupidity. I hope chokes on her spit as she swallows.

Sleep:

the natural periodic suspension of consciousness during which the powers of the body are restored.

And that is what I did last night. YAY! I slept. I got rest. The powers of my body are restored! HA! That part is funny.

Yesterday I actually ended up "calling out" from work. There was just absolutely no way I could have gone to work. That little disclaimer I put on yesterday's blog would NOT have worked on my behalf had I ended up raking someone over the coals for looking at me wrong, asking me if my hands hurt doing massage, asking me where the lockers were, etc, etc, etc. So I did what anyone else would do. I spent half the day lounging around obsessing over this years Presidential Election and then went out to lunch where my best friend and I were not so thrilled with the food - thus wasting money (Seriously people. Haven't you heard we're in an economic crisis here. The least you could do is offer GOOD food for the money we shell out.) Then went to Books a Mirrion(Million for you little people outside of my world) and bought the new Nicolas Sparks book. Yeah, I'm in love with him. I'll admit it. His wife doesn't know yet so *shhhh*. Then I come home to take a Chemistry test which I completely bombed. And ended the day having a "fight" with my lovely (ex)realtor - the Beauty Queen. Seriously - I think she lost the memo telling her she works for me not the other way around. So all in all. It was a good day!

I pray my "sleep - the natural periodic suspension of consciousness during which the powers of the body are restored" is going to do me some good today. Wish me well on my massaging endeavors.

P.S. I'm thinking of having an affair with Webster too!
(okay for those of you who do not know who "Webster" is, just go to http://www.webster.com/ to find out.

Just A Thought....

I'm wondering if those deciding to vote for Obama think the rest of us are just in love with the idea of McCain. Look, we ALL know that McCain is going to bring more of what we've been having the past eight years. We can only hope that he will bring about some relief. But when we look at both canidates - really - who is the lesser of two evils? I really am a bit concerned that so many people are voting for Obama because they think it's "cool", or that he wants to bring the troops home right away (Let me just say - I don't think you can you just pull out of a country like he is talking of doing 1. It makes us look weak 2. Its NOT that easy), or that he is going to bring all this tax relief, or that its proving to yourself that you aren't a racist. YES! I said it! I think so many people feel the need to prove to the world and themselves that they are not racist and thus - they are voting for this "African American" (I use that term loosely as Barack Obama is about as black as I am).

I'm also wondering why in the world people are ignoring these things:

1. The man did NOT want to put his hand over his heart when the National Anthem was played.
2. The man makes excuses for why he doesn't wear an American flag pin on his lapel. I know this really isn't that big of a deal, but making excuses for it is.
3. The man only separated himself from his American hating pastor AFTER people started to question it. HE SAID HE WOULD STAND BY HIM.
4. The man has only served in the Senate 143 days. Like my best friend said - I wouldn't trust my HAIR to someone with 143 days of experience. Why would I trust my country?
5. His wife does NOT like America or white people. I'm sorry? Come again? She does not like America? She said this is the first time she has been proud of her country. WHAT? Nothing - absolutely nothing has made you proud of America? Are you serious here? And she doesn't like white people. Okay, I'm sorry but as a white person I find this pretty offensive. I mean if I were to say I didn't like black people I would be labled a racist. But its okay for this lady....this potential "first lady" to say such things. Do you not think she will be another Hillary - running the country? If you don't you are SADLY mistaken. This is an issue whether you want to admit it or not.
6. Barak Obama is FRIENDS with people from Iran and Syria and Iraq. I'm sorry this concerns me. Anyone a friend of the enemy is the enemy itself in my opinion.
7. Obama is acceptting campaign money from foreign countries. What? I'm sorry, what do OTHER countries have to do with an AMERICAN election. I know I know....what happens to American affects other countries, but do you seriously think it is ethical to accept money from other countries to further YOUR political agenda.
8. Last but not least, Obama is for Obama. He is NOT for this country. He is not for the people no matter how many times he tells you he is. He is for "Change" people. Do not be fooled into thinking this is the kind of change you and I are looking for. This is a man absorbed in himself. This is a man that is hungry for power not for people. This is a man that will make you put your head down and close your eyes and think "God, what in the world is going on." This man is NOT what our country needs. I do not want to question whose side my president is on. I need to know he will fight for our country at all costs. I need to know that my freedoms are potected. I need to know that my future child(ren) will continue to have the same freedoms that I have today. And my friend, I do not KNOW that with Barack Obama. That is a sad thing.

This isn't all - there is so much more. But again, don't be fooled into thinking this man is for our country. Let's just ignore the fact that his Muslim background keeps popping up thus making him a threat to our country and focus on the fact that like I stated in #8 he is for Obama. Not the people of America. Not the country of America. Obama the man. Not Obama the "messiah" as some want to refer to him. He is a man. That's it. Plain and simple thinking only of himself.

Friends, please be careful in who you give this important title of President to. It's not a joke. This isn't the most debated election by chance. This is the future of our country.

Insomnia

Why is it that my brain runs in a million different directions. I'm on medication for this thing called ADD.....this shouldn't be happening. Yet it does...nearly every night. Why can't my little brain (as some would argue - I don't even have the energy to dispute that right now) just...rest. Be silent. Be still. Take a vacation. Sleep. WHATEVER! ANYTHING! I'll take whatever the heck I can get. But no, here I am at 4:18 a.m. typing away ranting about my poor, overstressed brain. People, this is serious. I've been awake since 1:30 a.m. I have to work today. I have to be "up" in like an hour and a half. And its not like I can sit at my pretty little desk and have a slow day. No, I'm a freakin' massage therapist. People depend on me being alert and not falling asleep on them while in a dark room trying to make them fall asleep. HOW CRUEL IS THAT!?!?!? I totally did NOT see the irony in that until JUST NOW.

There is absolutely NO point in trying to go back to sleep now. I mean I'm only torturing myself if I do that. If I were to just fall asleep right now (HA! Like that would ever happen) I wouldn't even have enough time for a full sleep cycle. Okay, so maybe this is a good thing. I'll be so tired when I get home that when I actually go to bed tonight...I might be able to sleep (can anyone define this word for me). We can only hope and pray.

*DISCLAIMER*
Please do not send me little "tid bits" to help me fall asleep such as camomile tea, hot milk, hot bath, etc. It may put me in a state of rage and I cannot be held responsible for my actions. Good day!

Would YOU put our flag upside down?

Another email I received today. Really people, are you NOT paying attention to what is going on? Do you REALLY want a president that doesn't give a damn about OUR COUNTRY? If so - go ahead...vote for Obama. You want "CHANGE"? Yep, you'll get change all right!

NBC Channel 9 in Denver is reporting that the DNC Convention ticket shows an upside down American flag. Go here to read the full story: http://www.9news.com/news/article.aspx?storyid=97788&catid=188

Let's see now. Obama does not wear a flag pin because it does not represent "true patriotism". Obama does not hold his hand over his heart during the National anthem. Obama's campaign remakes the Presidential seal using his logo and slogan in Latin. Obama takes the American flag off of his campaign plane. Obama puts the Obama logo and "President" on his first class leather chair in his new campaign plane. Now the DNC puts the American flag upside down on its convention tickets.

Coincidence? I think not.

Anti-war protestors typically carry or display the American flag upside down.

The rules on display of the American flag are very specific, "Section 8, The flag should never be displayed with the union down, except as a signal of dire distress in instances of extreme danger to life or property."

57 States?????

An email I received today. Something to think about!

From Rush Limbaugh's radio show.....

You are aware, probably, that Barack Obama lost his bearings recently and said that he was going to campaign in all 57 states.You heard this? And most everybody
chalked it up to, 'Well, he's tired.'You know, this is a Dan Quayle
moment. I mean, Dan Quayle goes out there and misspells 'potato,' and
we still hear jokes about it.Barack Obama says he's gonna go out and
campaign in 57 states! He was just tired, you know, it's been such a long
campaign, he's been so many places, he probably thinks there are 57
states.Well, I have here a printout from a web site called the International
Humanist and Ethical Union.And here is how the second paragraph of an article on
that website begins.'Every year from 1999 to 2005 the organization of the
Islamic conference representing the 57 Islamic states presented a resolution to
the United Nations Commission on human rights called commbating.'

Obama said he's going to campaign in 57 states, and it turns out that
there are 57 Islamic states.

There are 57 Islamic states!So did Obama just lose his bearings, or was
this a more telling, Freudian slip, ladies and gentlemen?KEEP IT GOING, FOLKS!
Our future is at stake...

Make no mistake about-


Hi everyone, I have once again done my homework to see if this correct
and it is...surprise. You can also look it up on Snoops, but I went a little
further and got my information from the Islamic Conference-Http follows..take a
look.
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3rd Times A Charm...

OR NOT!

So I've had yet another offer on my house that continues to insult me. I really don't know what people are thinking right now. I'm well aware that we are in an economic crisis right now. I understand that the price of gas continues to rise even though the price per barrel is going down. I'm well aware that most people's credit is down the toilet. But should I really have to pay for all that? Should I really have to pay for everyone else's mistakes? Should I have to bite the bullet just to get out of this hell hole? I'm beginning to wonder if the answer to all those questions is "yes". Just put my head down and nod yes in defeat.

I feel as if I'm inches away from what I've wanted to do my entire life. If I can just get through this Chemistry class with a decent grade (an "A" would be marvelous - but I'd settle for a "B") and get accepted into dental hygiene school I will be well on my way. But for whatever reason this place keeps holding me back. The enemy (devil) keeps putting up road blocks. And to be frank....I'm tired of his SHIT! Yes...I said it. I'm tired of the devil's shit. He has no hold on me. He has no authority over me. He is not my Maker. He is not the Lord of my life. He is not my Salvation. He is not the Victor. He is the devil and he does not win. I'm standing firm....after done all to stand....and continuing to believe that God has the answer right around the corner. God said to ask and you shall receive. I'm asking...and I'm receiving. Please continue to pray with me. I'm pressing on. To the prize.

Nights in Rodanthe

For those of you who are thinking of going to see this movie...please...PLEASE do not bother. You see, I read the book and absolutely LOVED it. Everything flowed so well. The bond that was made was incredible and believable. What Richard and Diane did was taint that. They made it look cheap and completely trashy. No, the movie wasn't trashy....it just made the love look...cheesy and well just stupid.

Why is it that books are so much better than movies? I mean the "acting" in my head is SO much more believable. The characters are normal. They don't TRY to act like Diane Lang or whatever her name is. (I swear she is the worst actress I've ever seen. I can't stand anything with her in it...and I was just HOPING she would redeem herself with this movie. But friends, she failed miserably. Don't get me wrong, I'm no movie critic....but serious she is pitiful.) But in my head the landscape is always better and more realistic. The story plays out like it should. But the movies...Lord help 'em. They are lacking. Is it imagination? I guess that's what makes a book so great. You make it what you want it to be. You make it what you need it to be at the time. And it speaks volumes to you as the words roll from page to page.

I think I've learned my lesson. I really shouldn't watch a movie after reading the book.

7 days....

What if you only had 7 days to live? More importantly...what if Jesus was coming back in seven days? Would you change anything? Would you say that "thing" you've been wanting to say to someone for months now? Would you pray more? Would you read your Bible more? Would you shout out on the rooftops for everyone to get their lives right with God because He is sending His Son back? Would you be content with where you are?

My mother's pastor posed this question to the congregation yesterday at church...What if Jesus was coming back next Sunday? It really puts a kind of urgency in you doesn't it? I found it pretty interesting and started thinking about it quite a bit myself...What would I do differently? I guess I'd spend more time in prayer. I mean I'm just going to be honest here...I know that I know that I know that God is the Lord of my life. I know He is my Savior. But when this question comes to my mind...I guess I just want to make sure...I want to make sure that there is NOTHING...absoultely nothing that would separate me from the Father. I can't say I've lead the best example in the world because I haven't. I have many faults. I have many flaws. I have many shortcomings. And I fall regularly, sometimes more than once a day. But I do know that I'm forgiven. I do know that there is NOTHING I can do to make myself worthy of God's salvation. I've just accepted Him and His grace and decided to walk with Him. Sometimes I go astray. Sometimes I fall down. Sometimes I run ahead. But always He brings me back to His side. And in that I think I realize that God doesn't expect perfection. He only desires our acceptance of His love. And with that said, secondly...I'd want to reach out more to those people that God has put in my path that don't know Him. The interesting thing is, the past couple of weeks those people that I thought were so unreachable...God seems to be reaching. I can't take any credit for this at all. Quite the opposite. But those that have been unreachable are beginning to allow their eyes to be open to the love of God. And now, even more, it makes me want to say to them..."Okay, so God is doing something in you....what are you going to do about it?" The time is now. Personally, I'm not one that belives in pressuring people into salvation. I feel I can only live my life and allow God to touch them through me....and even through my mistakes. The fact is, God doesn't NEED MY HELP! But those people that I know He has been working on...it makes me want to say....Okay....are you ready? If not, lets get ready. If so....THANK GOD!

So what about you? What if Jesus were coming back in seven days? Would you do anything different? People out in the cyber world that I know and those I don't....I'm here if you need a helping hand. Feel free to contact me. We never know the day or time that God will send Jesus to take us home, but shouldn't we be ready just in case it's in seven days?

This was NOT the "Mother of All Storms"

like someone wanted to call Hurricane Gustav. I'm floored that a government official would stir a situation up such as a hurricane and throw his "chocolate city" (those were HIS WORDS...not mine!) into a panic. Don't get me wrong, I totally believe the people of New Orleans needed to get out of town. I'm so glad they heeded the warnings. But this was NOT the "mother of all storms." This was a fraction of storms of the past. Yes, there is damage. Yes, there is flooding. But it wasn't nearly what it could have been.

I just wanted to thank everyone for their thoughts and prayers. Here in Biloxi we did have SOME damage, but it wasn't anything like Hurricane Katrina...and we're ever so thankful.

Hope everyone had a good Labor Day Weekend!

And When You've Done All To Stand....Stand Firm Then

I think I've decided to stay here in Biloxi. I do have a hotel reservation in Georgia in case the storm decides to make a quick turn to the east within the next couples of hours. But I think we'll be fine. My house is boarded up so she should be fine. I'm just ready for it all to be over with. I've been praying today and feel at peace...along with so many others. God is in control.

Run and Duck for Cover

With Hurricane Gustav coming our way I still don't know what I'm going to do. I should know more by tomorrow. Fortunately our wonderful money hungry casino FINALLY decided to close down...well past nightfall...so that their employees wouldn't have any daylight to get prepared.

Forecasters keep predicting a hit in Louisiana, however there is a possibility it could hit Mississippi yet again. This my friend is not a good situation. This will be my second hurricane (the first being Katrina) and hopefully my last. I don't think I have anything left in me to continue living in an area that has threats like this. My nerves can't take it. I will do whatever is in my power to sell my house and get out of here.

I know many think we (LA and MS) are over reacting. And granted, we may be. But until you've experienced your house flooding...until you've had to sit in the attic on beams for three hours praying that the water will not rise any farther...until you've walked out in your front yard and seen the furniture of someone that lives three blocks away sitting in your yard....please don't judge. Never in a million years would I have imagined something as devastating as that....but I experienced it all. So when the possibility of another threat like THAT comes along you begin to panic a little bit....just a little bit.

I'll keep you informed of my plans.

What to Do?

I'm beginning to wonder if I should have named my blog "Stuck in Hell....Struggling to Break Free" instead of "American Woman Breaking Free". As I read my past few blogs I realize I'm chronically negative and I don't like it. The past few days I've prayed fervently asking God to give me peace. I've prayed asking God to give me direction. I've prayed asking God to help me live each day as it comes instead of worrying or wondering about tomorrow. But it seems each day it gets tougher to walk that out. I don't really know what I'm really trying to say here. I guess I just feel I'm at my breaking point. I'm beginning to understand why people run away from their lives and leave everything behind. Don't worry. I'm too sensible to do such...but it's definitely tempting.

Testing One, Two....

Okay so its only 8:15 a.m. and I'm already annoyed. Today my online classes open and I can start learning to Appreciate Art and trudge my way through Chemistry when I've long since forgotten any kind of formula.

So I log on to my Art Appreciation class to see how much time I'm actually going to have to waste on it and see I need to take a quick little Syllabus Quiz. You get to take it an unlimited number of times but you have to complete it with a 100%. No biggie. Most of my online teachers require this. Why? I have no idea. Its a waste of time and energy. If I can't figure out a few due dates and understand the syllabus as I'm reading it I really shouldn't be taking an online class in the first place. Yes, I'm talking to you if you're one of those that needs this little quiz to help you along. You are a dumb ass. I'm going off on a tangent here but I'm going to tell you why. 1. An online class is 100% reading and if you can't comprehend even the simplest of things as a syllabus there is gonna be a problem. 2. Do you not get that its a waste of time and energy? THEY DON'T EVEN GIVE YOU ANY CREDIT FOR TAKING THE STUPID QUIZ. We're all wasting our precious time because of YOU.

Okay now that I got that out we can proceed. So I'm taking this syllabus quiz and there is this one question: Quiz 5 and 8 are Proctored Quizzes. True or False. I of course put False because the syllabus clearly states several times that 5 and 10 will only be proctored. Yeah, so I get it wrong. I'm not throwing a fit just yet. I think, okay, I'll just take it again. So I take it again and I see this is a new test. Same questions but in a different order. Of course she wouldn't have the key wrong on BOTH of these tests. Surely a professor wouldn't make more than one mistake on a test that they expect us to do so well on but do not give us any credit for. So I get to the question: Quiz 5 and 8 are Proctored Quizzes. True or False. I put FALSE. Of course I put False. The answer IS false. I get it wrong. Now I'm just pissed. Not only do I pay regular tuition...I have to pay even more to take it online when the teacher doesn't even have to do as much work. This is SOOOOOOOO beyond my comprehension. But I work full-time and I really don't have any desire to go sit in a classroom during my time off. So I pay the extra money and take it up the butt. (LOL Even I'm laughing right now.) But I don't think I have should have to pay extra money to get a question wrong when in fact I put the correct answer. I don't think I should have to pay extra money to have to correct a teacher over a stupid syllabus quiz. This is just riDICulous.

So yes of course I emailed the teacher and tried to be as humble as possible about it. And of course she is going to the think I'm some smart ass, but how exactly do you say.... "Ummm, yes, this question is wrong on the test. Do you expect me to take it over and actually put the INCORRECT answer or are you going to correct it yourself?"

This is not a good start to this semester. Let us pray. I don't need to lose my witness again!

Diary of a Mad Massage Therapist Vol.2

Today was a really tough day at work. I probably lost my witness a few more times than I should have. But not only am I completely sick of massage....I'm also sick of people. People can say and do the stupidest things (yes I'm people too - I know I know). I know that's not an excuse to lose my witness, but I figured I'd use this time to add a few more rules of spa etiquette while I have them on the brain and ask God for forgiveness. Maybe you can prevent someone from losing their witness one day!

5. Do not, by any circumstances ever ask a massage therapist if their hands ever get tired. Even though they may laugh and say "Oh sometimes, but you get used to it" what they really wants to say is "YOU STUPID *&%$@! +*#%&@ of course my hands get tired. What are you going to do if I say 'why yes...they get tired all the time. As a matter of fact they are tired right now...so I'm going to stop this massage'". *sigh* Okay I feel better. Just take it from me...never ever ask that moronic question.

6. If you are a spa attendant please don't act like you are twelve years old and talk to the guest like this..."Yo Yo Yo here's a robe so get undressed and chill." I dare spit in your general direction.

7. If you are a spa manager/supervisor/dictator - oopps - director please don't take all the product and store it so far away from the spa hallway that it cuts into a guest's service. I know you enjoy micro-managing from your lovely desk and comfortable chair, but it really is about the guest. I can say this because I HAVE BEEN A SPA SUPERVISOR!!!!

8. If you schedule a Brazilian thinking that is the ethnicity of your therapist...you're sadly mistaken. You might as well not even show up for your service and let them bill you for your ignorance.

I'm really beginning to wonder if I need to write my own little spa etiquette book. I think the world really needs to hear these rules from my perspective!!!! What do you think?

Do I Feel Lighter?

So this morning I got my hair cut. I've always wanted to grow my hair out to help out a cancer patient. So today was the day. I cut off a whole 18 inches. I thought I would share the before and after pictures. If you're interested in donating your hair, check out Locks of Love. Here's to another child having hair. Cheers!

Diary of a Mad Massage Therapist Vol.1

Every once in a while (more like once an hour) I come across a few things that I'd like to shout at people while working as a massage therapist in such a lovely spa that is ranked in the top 25 of the United States. You'd think people would take us more seriously (HA HA HA)!!! Obviously not. Here are few things that come to mind.

1. Really? Is it completely necessary for someone to hold you by the hand and make sure you make it to your appointment on time. I've reserved your time for you and no one else. All you have to do is show up. ON TIME!!!! Get it together people!

2. Did you just walk 500 miles without shoes? Would YOU want to touch someone's feet that looked like sin itself?

3. Should I have to ask you to take a shower after being in a hot tub or steam room for 20 minutes? Do you know the number of skin cells that are floating on top of that water? Don't you know that the steam is just a breeding ground for bacteria? Did you even graduate high school?

4. Why are you asking me where the lockers are when you just walked past them? We haven't painted them in a camoflouge. It shouldn't be that difficult. They all have this little lock that you put your key in and voila! it opens!!! OPEN YOUR EYES PEOPLE!!!!!!!

Those are just a few of the things that come to mind. I'm sure there will be more to come. Perhaps tomorrow!

What If...

we could stay in the fifth grade?

I still remember Mrs. Lewis's class like it was yesterday. I remember playing "Around the World" in math class wondering how some people's minds can think so quickly. I remember the day my "friend" stabbed me in the knee with her pencil. I still have the lead mark to prove it. I remember playing tetherball thinking I was "the shit", but I would not dare say "the shit" back then. And I remember being "Good Grade Buddies" with Joshua Rogers. Yeah, "Good Grade Buddy" was code for "lets cheat and make sure we end up making the same grade"!!!! For shame! I know your name!

Even though I'm 29 and have a car, have a great job, have bills and a mortgage I still see myself as being in the fifth grade. Why is that? I have no idea. I'm sure I need to talk to someone about this but I think its partly pretty innocent. It was a safer time. I can't say I was EVER carefree, however I don't remember worrying about where I should live and what I should do with the rest of my life. I lived each day for that day and that day alone. How much more do you think we would all accomplish if we did that now? I don't mean mind blowing accomplishments, but the things that actually matter - like reaching out to that person sitting at a table by him/herself. Stopping to pick up that person at the bus stop that you work with even though you don't know her. Giving the homeless person $5 even though you think they will buy alcohol with it. Loving those people in our lives for who they are regardless of what they do for us. Hummm.

Just wondering - What if?

Imaginary Friends

So I just finished a book by Cecelia Ahern called If You Could See Me Now. I won't go into grave detail about the book. You'll just have to read it for yourself. However, I will tell you that it talks a bit about Imaginary Friends and how they help you along your way. Some say imaginary friends are actually a good thing. It's a sign that your imagination is growing. This kind of troubles me because - well - I never had one. I knew I never had a huge imagination growing up and it makes me a bit sad when I really think of it. I mean I had tea parties...but I actually had tea! Why would I just imagine to have tea when my mother made tea nearly everyday and I could just get some for my little tea cups for me and my friends? It never crossed my mind that it might actually be fun to "play" like I had tea in my tea cup.

And then it makes me wonder if my social skills would have been a bit better. Anyone who really knows me is well aware that I have some kind of social anxiety disorder. Yes, of course I can get in front of a crowd of 100 or more and sing until my heart is content. But put me in a group of 3 or more and I completely shut down. I love the idea of having people over to my house, but when they actually get there I tend to hide or make my way out to the grill and let my best friend do all the socializing. She hates me for this - I'm well aware. However, it's just the way it is. I can't help it. I've tried to be better at socializing, but I try in vain. I'm just better one on one. But if I would have had an imaginary friend would this anxiety be gone?

I don't know the answer to these questions really. I'm proud of who I am and how I turned out. The fact of the matter is...had I had an imaginary friend, I probably would have turned out a little differently. And well, that just isn't possible. I am who I am. I'm who God made me to be.

So to those of you who have or had imaginary friends I wish you well on your incredible journey. And to those of you like myself, chin up - we're on our own way!

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