Classic

I found this hilarious-but- true email and just HAD to Blog it in! ha ha
Do read to the end.

THIS IS CLASSIC!!!!

When you have to visit a public bathroom, you usually find a line of women, so you smile politely and take your place. Once it's your turn, you check for feet under the stall doors. Every stall is occupied.

Finally, a door opens and you dash in, nearly knocking down the woman leaving the stall. You get in to find the door won't latch. It doesn't matter, the wait has been so long you are about to wet your pants! The dispenser for the modern "seat covers" (invented by someone's Mom, no doubt) is handy, but empty. You would hang your purse on the door hook, if there was one, but there isn't - so you carefully, but quickly drape it around your neck, (Mom would turn over in her grave if you put it on the FLOOR!), yank down your pants, and assume " The Stance."

In this position your aging, toneless thigh muscles begin to shake. You'd love to sit down, but you certainly hadn't taken time to wipe the seat or lay toilet paper on it, so you hold "The Stance."

To take your mind off your trembling thighs, you reach for what you discover to be the empty toilet paper dispenser. In your mind, you can hear your mother's voice saying, "Honey, if you had tried to clean the seat, you would have KNOWN there was no toilet paper!" Your thighs shake more.

You remember the tiny tissue that you blew your nose on yesterday - the one that's still in your purse. (Oh yeah, the purse around your neck, that now, you have to hold up trying not to strangle yourself at the same time). That would have to do. You crumple it in the puffiest way possible. It's still smaller than your thumbnail!

Someone pushes your door open because the latch doesn't work. The door hits your purse, which is hanging around your neck in front of your chest, and you and your purse topple backward against the tank of the toilet. "Occupied!" you scream, as you reach for the door, dropping your precious, tiny, crumpled tissue in a puddle on the floor, lose your footing altogether, and slide down directly onto the TOILET SEAT. It is wet of course. You bolt up, knowing all too well that it's too late. Your bare bottom has made contact with every imaginable germ and life form on the uncovered seat because YOU never laid down toilet paper - not that there was any, even if you had taken time to try. You know that your mother would be utterly appalled if she knew, because, you're certain her bare bottom never touched a public toilet seat because, frankly, dear, "You just don't KNOW what kind of diseases you could get."

By this time, the automatic sensor on the back of the toilet is so confused that it flushes, propelling a stream of water like a fire hose against the inside of the bowl that sprays a fine mist of water that covers your butt and runs down your legs and into your shoes. The flush somehow sucks everything down with such force that you grab onto the empty toilet paper dispenser for fear of being dragged in too.

At this point, you give up. You're soaked by the spewing water and the wet toilet seat. You're exhausted. You try to wipe with a gum wrapper you found in your pocket and then slink out inconspicuously to the sinks.

You can't figure out how to operate the faucets with the automatic sensors, so you wipe your hands with spit and a dry paper towel and walk past the line of women still waiting.

You are no longer able to smile politely to them. A kind soul at the very end of the line points out a piece of toilet paper trailing from your shoe. (Where was that when you NEEDED it??) You yank the paper from your shoe, plunk it in the woman's hand and tell her warmly, "Here, you just might need this."

As you exit, you spot your hubby, who has long since entered, used, and left the men's restroom. Annoyed, he asks, "What took you so long, and why is your purse hanging around your neck?"

This is dedicated to women everywhere who deal with public restrooms
(Rest??? you've GOT to be kidding!).
It finally explains to the men what really does take us so long. It also answers their other commonly asked questions about why women go to the restroom in pairs. It's so the other gal can hold the door, hang onto your purse and hand you Kleenex under the door!

Yup... and its aaaaall part of life! ha ha

What will tomorrow bring?

What will tomorrow bring?
Im overwhelemed with fear of loosing the most valued and cherished to me.
I dont know how life would be without...

I wish I could turn back time.
But I dare not anticipate the unknowns of 'tomorrow.'
Darkness, I believe, prepares the way for Light.

So, with this,
I embrace Hope.

Job 11:18
"You will be secure because there is hope; you will look about you and take your rest in safety."

Proverbs 27:1
"Do not boast about tomorrow, for you do not know what a day may bring forth."

James 4:14
"Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes."

Competely Content

"Not that I speak in regard to need, for I have learned in whatever state I am, to be content..." -Philippians 4:11

Completely Content
by GodSpeak.com

What's the perfect state to live in? If sunshine is important to you, then you might say Florida. But if you're the type of person who enjoys having plenty of "elbow room," then perhaps the Carolinas are what you're looking for. Or Michigan might be the place for you if you want to get the best house for your buck. And if unlimited opportunity is what moves and motivates you, then you can't beat California. However, hurricanes come along with the sunshine, "elbow room" means higher rent, a bigger home requires more care and maintenance, and more opportunity brings more stress. There really isn't a perfect state to live in.
Well then, what's the perfect state to be in? If you're a single person, you might long for marriage. Or, on the other hand, if you're married, you might wish you were once again single. Maybe you can't wait to have children. Or, if you were honest, you might confess that there are moments when you wish that you didn't have children. In each of these states, there's a potential burden to go along with the blessing. So there really isn't a perfect state to be in.

In reality, there is only one perfect state? The state of contentment. If your heart is content, then it doesn't matter if you're a married person living in Michigan or a single person in the sunshine state. Contentment makes us complete wherever we live geographically and whoever we are relationally.
Unfortunately, we often wish for more from the relationships that God has given to us. We wait for something to be added to them when we should be pursuing the contentment that comes from being connected to Christ. The sooner we see our need to dwell in a state of contentment, the sooner we'll find fulfillment in our relationships with others.
How content are you on a scale from one to ten?

I found this Devotional very interesting. How content are we? How content am I? Not giving it much thought, from 1-10, I would say 7. I relate to the writer. And also believe much of this rate has to do with my personal relationship with God. That’s where we find true contentment really—in God. So… really the question might just be, “How’s your relationship with your creator? How close are you to God?” There, I believe, you might find the answer to your contentment.

Free Typing

Well... here's one more entry for today. (It's also an oldie but goodie about Life and Me.)

February 1, 2007

Free Writing or Free Typing? Hmm… which one should I do? I guess I already choose because I’m typing. So… anyway, I’m thinking about this “Free-writing” stuff as I’m typing away, because that’s just “modern technology!” You type! You decide things and go to a computer! It’s easy… or um... not “so” easy, but, anyway… it’s easy for me! Hmm… it’s easy… too easy! But is it good?? Most things that come easy are Not-so-good after all. (Or so I’ve heard.) I mean, we want things done easy & fast, but will we even appreciate what we have if it comes THAT easy? Will we even know for sure what is in our hands?? I think not! But I want it so bad! And it’s not coming fast enough… I feel like I’ve been waiting for soooo long. Or have I?
Anyyway! Aaahhhh… coffee’s good! My boss made it! Mmmm and it sure is good. Can’t stand the fact that I’m drinking coffee more often now! And I s even crave it sometime. Oh my! Actually, I’d rather have hot chocolate… but, oh well.

My eyebrows! Woe! They need help! They are sccrreeeeeeamiiing, “Get the tweezers! Get the tweezers!” I’ve been letting them grow and booooy do they need help! Ha ha it’s kinda funny now that I think about it. Gosh I look horrible! Go Yolanda!! The girl can saaaang!! So I’m sitting here, at my job, typing away & (obviously) listening to music—and I’m loving it! I’m blessed to have this non-stressful job. Although I’m not too happy money-wise but… it’s cool for now. Why couldn’t I have the perfect life everyone dreams about? You know, the lil girl with the big inheritance and the huge house with the little pink piggy for a pet. Ew! A pig?? No way! Ha ha What was I thinking??? Oh! That was a movie. Well, no, it’s ok. I’m happy with my life. When I search deep, and analyze it all I can truly say that I’m happy. I’m blessed! And I’m grateful to God for having such great parents and for having Him! Boooy, God’s really gotta love me for sticking around this long. I don’t deserve it, but I’m Very grateful, Extremeeely grateful! I would’ve died without Him! Honestly, I don’t understand how people would deny that there is a God in the 1st place! I mean, He gave you life, for goodness sake! It’s sad.
So, I choose God. I choose the life giver. I choose to accept His love and the sacrifice He made for us so that we would enjoy eternity in Heaven with Him. I choose to deny myself (at least try to when the temptation comes), and to live for Him. He choose to die for me and give up His life (before I even existed!) so… why not completely give Him mine? Anyhow, that’s what I think of that.
Do tune in next time. :)

"Life & Me" Part I

This is not today's but I thought it would be good to let you in on what I was thinking back on...

September 14, 2007

Well, I was sitting here beginning to analyze my life and you know what?--I have a good life! Sure I can talk about certain things I’d like to be different, and sometimes I feel down and would probably looove to go on and on complaining. (But I don’t go on and on… I just stop after a lil while. 'smile' ) I suppose, at the moment, I’m just not analyzing my life, as I am now.

So, here I am… almost 27. (My birthday is in 5 days. Whoopee.) Notice the sarcasm. (Not good.)—Still alive and not in hell. Breathing and thanking God for another day! ANYway… so, I’m 26 and ¾, still single (I won’t go there right now), with no kids, and nobody bothering me (nagging strangers, neighbors, parents or friends I mean). I have a job (that’s as far as I’ll go with that)—getting some type of money at least. I have a good relationship with my boss. I go to a nice church with a great worship team. I have friends! Some people can’t say they have those. I have wonderful parents. (And I truly mean that.) You kind of learn to appreciate them as time goes by. (I won’t say—as you get older.) My brothers don’t beat me up anymore. We actually get along. (At least when we’re far from each other! ha ha) I have a great cook for a mom, and she saves the left-over’s for me so I don’t have to spend money on lunch—or my taste buds on bad food. I have nieces and nephews that I love with all my heart… and the youngest is my God-daughter. Plus there was an addition to the fam. 6 months ago. My great-nephew is gorgeous!
I’m not in trouble with the law. I don’t have baby-daddy drama. I own “my own” car and I’m responsible; for the most part. I own at least or almost 150 books—including the bible. Do You own one?? You should. So, Yes… I love reading. Believe me; it happened during the course of time. Warning: It can happen to you! I’m a girly girl. I can actually do my own make-up (thanks to my fav. girls here in FL)… I accessorize, and sometimes wear heels. (he he) I don’t owe my life and possessions to bill collectors... only to Christ! I can manage my money pretty well. My only drug is chocolate and even that I’ve cut down on. So let’s call it a ‘craving.’ I have a great sense of humor—& if ya couldn’t tell, I can be pretty comical too! I’m a people person. I have good moral values. I keep a journal. Well, probably 5 or 6! All of which I do NOT write in every day. lol Not even weekly. But I own them. I Write. I call it, “Thoughts on Paper.” I also blog and post bulletins! You should try it too! I sing—and I’m beginning to write my own songs. I usually start them and never finish them. But I promised myself I’d finish them all some day. I have goals (and fantasies). Not all are clear, but I know certain things I’d like to do before I go home one day.

Aaahhh ::sigh of relief and daydream:: Heaven.

My hair is real. (No offense to the buyers and users—I’m just being thankful.) I know how to cook. And when I do, I do it well! I know how to do the laundry without messing up the clothes. I speak 4 languages. English, Spanish, some Sign Lang., and Spiritual Tongues (Acts 2:4). I have all 5 senses in tact… and most of my teeth. (You couldn’t tell any were missing had I not mentioned it huh?) I can walk, talk and type, think (straight), ride a bike, and make pretty hairstyles with my hair—not all at the same time… but I can. I have a cell phone and I can call and receive calls from whoever I want, whenever I want. (Well, almost.) Being that I only have one ovary, my period lasts 3 days. Seriously, only 3 days. And they are almost always painless. I don’t get cranky (all the time). Men, don’t believe that women have-to-be cranky and get what they want every single time they get their period. (You can give them everything they want every other days of the year! he he) Really, it can be bad, but it’s not all that bad.
I don’t think men are dogs. Dogs are "man's" best friends. hehe j/k Seriously though, Why do some women wanna bash men and then cry when they don’t have one and visa-versa?? We all have ‘issues.’ Some just don’t know how to deal with them—men and women alike. I plan on getting married someday (hopefully soon) and I sure know I ‘aint’ marrying a dog. I’m marrying a man of God, who’s gonna enjoy a woman of God. ::wink:: “I know who I am.” He’s gonna be glad he found me—Proverbs 18:22 “He who finds a wife finds what is good (treasure) and receives favor from the Lord.” Got that ladies? We are God's treasure. I can enjoy a nice peaceful day at home and not think it’s “boring.” I’ve traveled to other places by air. And no, I don’t mean a punch that threw me across the room. (he he) I enjoy a nice automotive ride from time to time. A specific destination is not necessary. I love smiling and laughing. And I love causing others to smile and laugh.—In short, I enjoy life.

With that said… let me remind you that none of this could be possible or testified of if I didn’t have Jesus in my heart. Yes, I’ve gone through situations that at times I feel were “unfair” or straight out “bad” –and they were. But even through those times, I see that I’ve only survived because I have Jesus in my life. Now I thank God for every situation in my life because I have matured through them. I still have maturing to do—perhaps even a longs way to go, but I have God. And I have the Bible. Basic Instructions Before Leaving Earth. It’s our manual—one we shouldn’t live without. I’ve seen first-hand that I am alive and well because I have a relationship with my Heavenly Father, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit who is my Comforter and Counselor. I seriously know that I am alive due to this. I know that no matter what may come, I am alright because God loves me, I’ve accepted His love, and I love Him.

So, that’s Life… and Me! :)