"And the beat goes on..."

Just trying to think of something to blog. I can think of a million things...when it's not convenient to be at my computer. When I sit with Evan, in the quiet of his room at bedtime, my mind races with possibilities! Including potential titles and the "what ifs". For example, what if people started talking about my blog like my friends talk about other blogs ("perpetually sticky" or "jennsylvania")?How cool would that be!! What if I ended up with a huge following? Chances are it won't happen, but...

Possible post titles: "Makeover, makeover, make me over" (of course you have to sing it to the tune of "Matchmaker, Matchmaker" from "Fiddler on the Roof"); "The room that swallowed us" (organizing tips from a very unorganized person); "Call me crazy one more time"(how to get along with in-laws); "The art of the flare" (as in nostril flare of total rejection or how to ignore snotty neighbors); "Spin me a yarn" (how I have WAY too much yarn for WAY too many projects but keep buying it anyway. Because it soothes me. Just smile and nod.); "Oh no he di'int" (the hubby chronicles); "A Pope walks into a bar..."( yes, I know my fair share of "pope jokes").

Just some stream of consciousness. Trying to clear some of the mental traffic in hopes of preventing mental gridlock.

It's trash day AGAIN!

Just an F.Y.I...it's Wednesday. Some call it hump day; to us it's trash day. And, recently in my world I'm calling it "Big Cold Shoulder Day" or "Snub Day". The lucky people who get to participate are ones on my s-list. (Basically that includes the sturms *gag* and inept drivers) If I speak to you on a Wednesday, YOU have nothing to worry about!! You rate as still one of my favorites!!

Okay, I get it! (sort of)

So I've been happily going about my business of daily living with the added plus of "nostril flares of total rejection" at the across-the-street-neighbors. The coup-de-grace happened on trash day this week when I didn't even look at much less say anything to Mr. Sturm (aka Mr. Bully). I was walking to my trash can at the end of my driveway to throw something in it. Clearly it hadn't been picked up yet. Out of the corner of my eye I see movement across enemy lines. It was actually kinda fun to give a BIG cold shoulder. I know he gets it. He gets that we are not on speaking terms because I usually can't resist trying to say some kind of greeting in order to be the friendly neighbor. I usually say hello or make a comment about the weather. NOT on Wednesday! It was the hugest brush off I've ever pulled off. AND, bonus points for Bobby for totally backing me up! He hasn't once tried the "be the bigger person" talk. (Thanks, Sweetie!! ILY)



I've enjoyed my position as secret snubber. Until today. At church. My pastor goes and spoils it. Like I've said before, I have had numerous chats with God about the sitch. He knows how I'm wired and why I feel like I do. AND, like the gracious and loving God He is, He has loved me anyway. The conviction has remained at bay. Until today. Today, Pastor Jason started a 9-week series on "City Without Walls." Today's message? Being about the business of building God's house. (Such a great message, btw!) At the end, he lead the congregation in a confession, of sorts. Within the confession itself were things like, "not loving our neighbors in a way pleasing to God." Well if that isn't a cold bucket of water dumped over my head! Seriously? I mean, I can forgive but I am not willing, at this point, to remember that I've forgiven. Know what I mean?

In time I am sure that I will be willing to be willing to not only forgive but also forget. Until then I plan on living like they don't exist in my world. Or until Jesus comes back. That day might be a good one to make it stick.