Undercover Grace

I've heard that you won't find Grace unless you are so close to losing complete sight of it.

So close to the edge, I need somehow to reel myself back in.
Know all about the "Big Bad"...
Peering into the pit, I don't want to fall back in .
Need a hero some old school - Old Testiment sister...like a Sarah, Ruth or Esther I'm seeking some guidience

If I spend my days waiting for it to come rolling in on a bank of clouds- I would miss the small moments of undercover Grace.
Those small bits of beautiful bliss.

I've lost my way, way too often...spent much time seeking redemption looking in the wrong places.
Looking without instead of within.

So close to the edge, my toes brushing loose sand and pebbles...
Yes that close, I need somehow to reel myself back in...

Know all about the "Big Bad" I know him by name.
Seen the mirely pit.
Done my time with sin, don't want to fall right back in.

Need myself a hero, old school, old Testiment sister like Sarah, Ruth or Esther to tell my troubles to.
If I spend my days waiting for Grace to arrive on a bank of clouds, I would miss the small moments of undercover grace.,small bits of Beautiful Bliss.


Instead I get through another day with unheard sighs and unshod tears in my eyes.

Days spent seeking redemption looking without instead of with in.

My way lost, way too often, so close now my toes knocking those pebbles away , hearing them ping as they fall away. So close to capturing that undercover Grace.



Blogity Blog, Crapity Crap: the random musings, observations, obsessions and outright rants of a 40 something, thrice married, Mother of 4 with a low income but high expectations. I have no stinking time to write a blog but its cheaper than psychotherapy or shoe shopping....

Twitterverse or High School Cafeteria?

The more time I spend on it the more I am convinced that Twitter is a high tech version of a High School Cafeteria...very much divided up by the table you sit at. Yep just another social clique, rife with the popularity rankings I thought I left behind 20 plus years ago (if anyone tweets or posts the exact amount of years, I will hunt you down like the dog you are).
Obviously the popular kids and/or jocks are still the same, with thousands if not millions of followers. Celebs will deign you worthy or not to sit at their table by answering your tweet or "following" you back. Although some recognize their roots and have dibs on a seat at the nerd table, its open to them at any time. However, any mere mortal with delusions of sitting at the popular table should just give it up now and walk back to their dweeb seat.

Grudgingly, I will admit that I get an oddly perverse thrill at being retweeted by the likes of Bruce Campbell or Alec Baldwin (there was this onetime thing with John Cleese, but that is a story for another blog..swoon), but that in no way diminishes the joy I gain for having a Sci-Fi lovefest with buds halfway around the country or the globe, or for that matter just down a ways in Ann Arbor (<3 u Shanna Momma).

Don't get me wrong, I enjoy a peek into an A or B lister's fabulous life and retweet their posts from time to time, but I have no aspirations to sit at their table. I sure as hell didn't at Harrison High School and still don't today as a mostly, somewhat fully realized human being today. Plus I can add my snarky witticisms when I do retweet them as a comeuppance that they will surely never rise to (but never fear I have my sarcasm set on stun).

So this is where I praise my new found Twitterfriends of the Star Trek/Sci-Fi/Comic nomenclature for a daily chuckle and reality check. ***PRAISE BE UPON YE*** for interesting and occasionally thought provoking Youtube, ST, and comic links. Also to the Celebs with their beautiful teeth and hair who tweet about...well just how fabulous their life is I suppose...

Twitterfriends Superpowers Unite in the form of.... Snarky Comments!




Blogity Blog, Crapity Crap: the random musings, observations, obsessions and outright rants of a 40 something, thrice married, Mother of 4 with a low income but high expectations. I have no stinking time to write a blog but its cheaper than psychotherapy or shoe shopping....

So....

Yes, I have recently become unencumbered by employment....
"How is that going?"
Seriously?
It really, really sucks!
With the only exception being that I can now legitimately spend most of my day in pajama pants.. I did however observe Moms walking their kids to school and shopping in them at the Krogers, I may soon be an all day PJ aficionado.
If you see me at the bus stop in pants featuring Penguins you may roll down and shout "snap out of it" but only if its after 4pm.

I have grown quite restless and can't seem to sleep very well while shopping for my new job, so I've upped my sleeping meds, which has had some curious side effects...last night I sat up in bed insistant that Charlie Sheen needed to come out of my closet, gave Ron (the hubby) a purple nurple for disagreeing with me, promptly stood up, screamed, walked across the bed and ripped the bear rug off the wall. After which I fell back to sleep and snored noisily for the rest of the night. Or so Ron tells me, I know this to be a complete fabrication as I absolutely do not snore!
However to err on the side of caution, my husband has hidden his Katana sword which used to be displayed over the bed....

While I continue to search for full time employment where sarcasm is a valued job skill, Ron will continue to sleep with one eye open....

Next blog topic: "Pajama Pants, the new Blue Jeans?"
Until next time, play nice with the other kids...you never know who will grow up to be the next Bill Gates...




Blogity Blog, Crapity Crap: the random musings, observations, obsessions and outright rants of a 40 something, thrice married, Mother of 4 with a low income but high expectations. I have no stinking time to write a blog but its cheaper than psychotherapy or shoe shopping....

Some Days I Just Can't Help Myself

There are some days that I just can't help myself...
My niece posted one of those deep thought posty things on FB not too long ago so I thought I would share: Heather posted that every person we meet leaves a piece of themselves with us - to teach us or to guide us, even if we don't realize it right away.....
MY Comment: "like when you get up from the toilet seat in a public restroom and realize it was wet the whole time ....just a little something from the person we met on the way into the stall, obviously you didn't realize it until you stood up, but quite possibly something you will take with you for always or perhaps at least until you get a 'scription for penicillin…."


Also recently I was at a local Superstore supermarket, a little late in the evening not a lot of folks around..

Over in the meat department I was checking out the Beef options, when a young couple comes strolling up. You can tell they are newly in a relationship because they all flirty and stuff and still like each other, they must have just moved in together. They were a cute little tattooed couple with ginormous matching ear plugs and stuff, maybe they met at a piercing convention. Aaaahhh young love....could've been the first time they were shopping together, that will change soon enough. After awhile you'd like to leave your spouse in the meat department.
So the chica is a little giggly and flirty saying, "What sort of meat do you want, I don't know what kinds of meat men like...." eyelash batting and big grin.

The Heavens parted and a beam of light came down ,

Yes right there in the Wal-Marts…it was the sort of dream comedic set up that amateur and professional Smart Alecks alike wait for their entire lives.....oh the possibilities of amazing comebacks for that one....

So I lean over to Mr. Giant Lobes and stage whisper, "Go for the Beef Tongue, chicks dig good tongue.."

They bust out in laughter, I turn around to walk away and bump right into Ron.

The delivery and comeback was beautiful, but even more priceless was the look on my husband’s face, horror stricken he wanted to climb up into the meat counter, yesssss

....double bang for one joke.

 a little something from me to you on a Thursday afternoon, or as I like to call it Friday Eve or Pre Pay Day

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