Rennsday Randomness

Happy Rennsday, everyone.

THE HURT LOCKER

I sure hope this doesn’t mean I have to start liking soccer. I guess not, since I didn’t start eating people when he played Dahmer.


Speaking of which, I have a somewhat twisted sense of humor. I have tried to protect my children from this fact, but I wonder if I’ve over-protected them.

I have a little story I like to tell them. It goes like this:

When I die, I want to die in my sleep, like my grandfather; not screaming, like the passengers in his car.

And Mr. Great-heart finally asked me if it was a true story.


No, you really don’t want to know how twisted. 🙂


My musical find of the month has been The Ember Days. Unfortunately, I am on an iTunes fast so I will have to satisfy my need for their music at home on Spotify.


So my debate with myself over whether or not I’ll go to church on Mother’s Day has begun. I’m up to considering just going in when Babycakes sings with the preschoolers, then hanging out by the donut stand. Would love to hear something new this year like, “Some mother’s should never have had children.” 😀 See, you really have no idea how twisted my sense of humor is.


I read a funny post this morning. It started out by saying that surveys have shown that what mother’s actually want for Mother’s Day is a clean house. I was thinking, “Yes, I’ll take one of those.” But instead of encouraging people to clean their mother’s houses, it went on to give a list of “gifts” you could buy your mom so she could clean her house. Now, that’s really twisted.


I’m sorry I didn’t download those few pictures on my phone Monday night. On Tuesday afternoon, I took a picture and attempted to post it to IG and my phone completely froze up and died. I got it two days before I left for SLO. Yeah, it’s a cheap piece of crud. :/


To get rid of pesky telemarketers I’ve recently learned that all you need to do is tell them that you are unemployed. Wow, do they hang up quick. 😀


Came to the dreadful realization today that if this particular thing is to ever be done, I MUST be the one to do it. It’s dreadful, because it’s not my responsibility, well, not all of it. I’ve found myself in a situation not unlike in school when the teacher has the class do “group assignments.” I don’t know about you, but that never worked out. The only people who do the work are the people who care about the grade. Every group I was ever in had at least one person who shirked. I hate group assignments.

But, this is kind of important, and I’m apparently still the only one who cares about the grade. So, starting tomorrow, or maybe tonight, if I’m in the mood, I will force myself to pick up the slack and set aside the ideal (the person who is supposed to pull his weight, doing so) and again pull both loads.

It is slightly easier, this time. Now that I know that God is on my side, He’s not some ethereal entity who’s out to get me and destroy my happiness. I still don’t like it, but God didn’t call me to like it, that’s the Western church and society that says you are supposed to like what you have to do (some bizarre teaching on calling that I’ll discuss at a later time). It is a cross he says we are to pick up daily, but somehow, he makes it a load we can bear. He’s pretty awesome. 🙂

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