Mary Poppins Wasn't Perfect

Give me a microphone and I will stand in front of a large crowd of people and belt out a song. Give me a microphone and tell me to SPEAK to a large crowd...? That is "Fear Factor" level for me. I've always known this. Today I experienced a new fear that took me by surprise. For work I was assigned to write an article for a publication. It's been looming over me for 2 weeks now. It HAS to be finished by Wednesday. No if-ands-or-buts about it. Some of you may laugh at this next statement, but writing is not something I have ever enjoyed doing. I write in my journal, and I write on this blog....But for any topics other than that.....I'm pretty much less than adequate. I don't consider myself to be a good writer. I know I probably write, even on this blog, in such a way that drives people crazy.....Especially with all my "..." and such. So today as I turned in my 1st (VERY ROUGH) draft to another coworker to get some help/insight/ rescuing , ...

Upon moving to Florida, I somehow had a new fear instilled in me.  A fear of alligators. I've never seen one while living here. And I hope to never see one. But still, I am VERY afraid of them now. So much so, that every time I see a busted tire on the side of the road? My first thought: It's an Alligator. A big stick? An alligator. Trash on the side of the road? An alligator. And this morning, the best one yet. A mutilated pine cone on the ground: Must be a baby alligator. Aside for THAT craziness, this morning on Kidd Kraddick I heard a random phrase that sent my mind spinning. The only phrase I heard was this: "A wheel of body parts. Spin the wheel to see what you get." I turned off the radio, but the thoughts that followed were this: Hm. Can you imagine when God created us if He thought "I'll give every person ONE body part that is absolutely perfect. And in order to choose which part, I'll spin a wheel." Obviously, when H...

Grew up in a small town - And when the rain would fall down - I'd just stare out my window - Dreaming of what could be - And if I'd end up happy - I would pray Trying hard to reach out - But when I tried to speak out - Felt like no one could hear me - Wanted to belong here - But something felt so wrong here - So I prayed I could break away I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly - I'll do what it takes til' I touch the sky - I'll make a wish - Take a chance - Make a change - And breakaway - Out of the darkness and into the sun - But I won't forget all the ones that I love - I'll take a risk - Take a chance - Make a change - And breakaway ( Kelly Clarkson, Breakaway ) 10 years ago, this month, I graduated from Prairiland High School. (And yes, I spelled that right- according to our school, anyways.) At times I can't really wrap my mind around that particular thought...

Received shocking news today of an old family friend who passed away from a heart attack. He was close to 55 years old. Dave Bell was the worship pastor at my original home church in San Antonio. My family moved to East Texas when I was 5 so I can't really say I knew Dave....Ok, not at all but my parents did. We moved to East Texas to be the pastors of a small church in East Texas where Dave's father and grandfather had grown up. That's some back history, but whatever. Dave Bell's music is the first worship 'tape' I remember having. I know every song on that album inside and out. I know them on the piano, I know them in my sleep. We listened to his tape/CD "The Lion of Judah" like nobody's business. Remember this post where I shared about Saturday morning cleaning? This CD was always the music we'd listen to. This morning, before I'd heard the news, I was getting ready for church and thinking about how short our lives are. Really....

Every morning when walking to my car at my apartment complex, I pass by an apartment that makes me smile every time. This particular unit has an outdoor patio with quaint, white chairs and table. The table holds a vase with yellow flowers on it. The blinds are open, the apartment seems cheery. The curtains are pulled back and each morning, usually before the sun is up, I try to peer in and get a glimpse of the sweet couple I’ve imagined living there. I picture them inside drinking coffee while enjoying the cool breeze of the morning. I’ve lived in this apartment complex for 6 months and have yet to see the ‘couple’ I’ve dreamed up, but I just knew they were there drinking coffee in the mornings sharing sweet stories with each other. Yesterday I found out the apartment is the ‘model’ home they show to people who are considering moving into the apartment complex. My heart fell. Now, while I don’t blame the devil for making that apartment home look so inviting, isn’t...

Haven't posted in a while. Haven't wanted to. Thinking it might be time to shut this blog down. I started thinking about blogs that I, personally, like to read. I like to read blogs that I can walk away from with a piece of good information. Blogs that offer good information, tips, how-to suggestions, pictures.... My blogs are all about me and my life and honestly- I'm tired of that. If this blog could be turned into something 'good'.....anyone have suggestions? Read an article today of a girl who has lots to offer. Seriously. She writes fabulously and has an area of expertise. My only area of expertise is ME. And that, my friends, is rather boring. If I can come up with a fun new theme or idea for the blog, I may keep it going. Otherwise, I see it going down the drain pretty soon.

Happy 6 months to me. I've officially been out of Texas 6 months and survived. I seriously can not believe it's been 6 months. Some days it feels as though it's been 6 years (on the days I miss my family a lot) and some days it feels as though it's been 6 weeks. Either way, I love my job and continually reminded that I am exactly where I am supposed to be. Happy 6 months, Florida. We did it.