My car was parked near an intersection where this cable car had gotten into an accident where it hit a car. There were all these people crowding around watching as if it were the Main Street Electrical parade at Disneyland. I had to get something from my car so I went around just to find a man posing for a picture with the accident in the background. Man, what’s up with these tourists??? Ooh, cable cars….even better: cable car accident!
I think I have automatictoiletphobia. Toilets that flush by themselves scare me and I hate them with a passion, especially the ones that are loud and powerful. You never know when they’re going to go off prematurely. They’re the scariest thing I tell you.
I really wanted to use this as the message in my voicemail greeting on my cell, but I decided against it because people need to reach me for work. I don’t like being a grown up…you have to be so professional.
10 hour days…add in the commute time: 12 hour days, not to mention several more hours a week to plan for this VBS monster.
Just as I was posting this rant, I received some encouragement:
ronabow: oh Lord, i pray for my sista beej…that You would grant her rest. Lord, please help her plan for the vbs bible studies…may You guide her and lead her. i pray that she will be effective in her teaching and open to how Your Spirit leads. may beej remember it’s not about being perfect, cuz You work thru our imperfections…and many times You use what we offer in obedience. thank You, Lord, for being so faithful…and so beautiful and so wonderful. i also pray that beej will be able to rest in Your arms each day. may she be still and know that You are God. You are so worthy of our all. thank You, Lord. :) in Jesus’ precious name, amen.
BEEJius: thank you, rona
ronabow: welcome beejie
ronabow: love ya
Besides prayer, I think I also need a massage.
Kids ask the darndest things.
A kid asked me if I was a girl or boy. I asked her what she thought I was. She said boy, because I have short hair.
Note 1: my hair runs well past my shoulders.
Note 2: the kid who asked me isn’t even a kid I work with. She’s a “typical” child, a sister to one of the clients I have. Hmm…
Ok, comments fixed. Thanks Will!
Congratulations to Chris and Melissa…finally!