Alive

Just for the record, I haven’t fallen off the planet. I am the busiest I’ve been in months – I’ve driven over 2000 miles in the past week and will drive another couple thousand before the weekend.

A different hotel every night or so, combined with hours and hours of driving, makes for a very tired me. Which means restless nights filled with recurrent dreams of. . . you guessed it. . . more chewing gum! But, last night, I was able to get all the gum out of my mouth AND help some poor random dream woman remove the gum from her mouth as well. Yay!

In other news, my company car has some of the most wonderful creature comforts: Bluetooth for miles and miles of hands-free phone conversations carried through the speaker system. Auxiliary audio input for easy iPod connection. Auto-dimming rear-view mirror that adjusts not only when the sun goes down but also when the crazy driver behind me has his brights on. Power outlets that charge electronics even with the engine off. And really, really comfortable seats!

More later, folks. But to entertain you until the next random post, here is a short list of personalized plates I’ve seen lately:

BADPONY on a red Mustang
TERMN8TR on a silver Hummer
IRESQ U on a white Fire Dept Pickup
UNDRCVR on a black SUV with dark tinted windows

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QOTD Update

So, I’ve created a separate blog where I can archive Quotes of the Day. You can get there by clicking on the section title “Quote of the Day”, which is right above the actual quote of the day.

I’ve rescued a few of our recent QOTD’s, as well as all of the ones that were stored as an actual post. At the very least, I’ve lost every single one from June. Let me know if I’ve missed your favorite.

Enjoy!

Crazy Church

I have always taken great comfort in the heroes of our faith. Moses the murderer, David the adulterer, Paul the persecutor. Great men, who God chose despite their faults. God sees my sin, too. Indeed, He is repulsed by it. And He wants me to be a giant of faith, anyway.

Why, then, is it more difficult to see past the shortcomings of the modern church? Look around – people are judgemental, rude, annoying, and just-plain-crazy. The Body of Believers is made up of people just like me – major faults but also deeply desiring God’s presence in our lives.

And that’s why this article is so important. Because I need the reminder that the Bible includes more than just men…it includes churches. Real churches full of real people, who God chose despite their faults.

Bleg

That is to say: I’m using my blog to beg for advice. Well, code really.

By now you’ve all noticed the QOTD feature on the side panel. Here’s the sad part. I don’t archive the quotes. Once they’re gone, they’re gone, which is a travesty because some of them are pretty darn funny.

Now for the reader participation portion of our program:

Bleg #1: Do any of you have an idea of how I can post quotes so that they are in an archive without having to include them as an actual post? I’m just not sure how to accompllsh it.

Bleg #2: Please post your favorite QOTD in the comments, since I’m trying to create a complete list/archive.

Merci Bien.

Unexpected

On Saturday, I visited the Humane Society to get my cat fix, since I am 2000 miles away from Trixie. One of the cats decided I would make a good mountain, so she proceeded to climb out of her cage, over my shoulder, and onto my back. With claws. A few minutes later, four kittens in another cage decided to make a break for it. Mayhem ensued.

Yesterday, I bought a hands-free kit for my cell phone. On clearance. For 50 cents. That’s a 95% discount, folks. I’ve been giddy ever since.

This morning, I caught a drive-time radio show on a local rock station. The DJ was proclaiming the need to reincorporate the Ten Commandments and corporal punishment into the public school system. I nearly drove off the road, I was so astonished. Then, I programmed the station to #1.

This weekend, I plan to begin a mail campaign to my nephews and niece. Since I travel all over the place, I thought they might enjoy a few postcards from the interesting places I go. I’m really looking forward to my next road trip, and I really hope they will be surprised.

Bloggerversary

It’s been a whole year since my first posting here. In that year, many things have changed in mine & Handsome’s life.

First, there’s the promotion and ensuing business travel. Insane amounts of business travel. Next, our health has somewhat improved. Handsome has lost several pounds, and we’re both walking 2-3 miles almost every day, whether together or apart. And finally, our future seems brighter somehow and our marriage stronger. We are far more patient with each other and much more communicative.

A year ago, I was whining for a change, and boy did I ever get change. It looks like the coming year is going to be even more exciting. Stay tuned!

P.S. In the past year, the blog has seen 1930 visits, including some from such far-away places as California, New Mexico, Texas, Missouri, Illinois, Indiana, Iowa, Georgia, New York, Canada, France, Ireland, England, Poland, Portugal, Israel, Singapore, and Japan. Thank you all. Your visits mean the world to me. Seriously.

What Matters

Handsome and I enjoyed the most perfect week together. We relaxed, watched movies, and cooked on the grill. And ate ice cream – every night. I am so grateful for such wonderful time with my husband. We needed it.

But I’m on the road, again. And this morning, I got some heart-wrenching news. My dear friend, Leanne, called early to relay the results of a recent CAT scan and MRI. The cancer is back, and it’s on her liver this time. What’s more, Leah is having a rough time. Fighting a battle in her mind against a body that has betrayed her. Her scars are more than skin deep, not unlike Leanne’s.

A wise woman once wrote, “scars are proof that we have lived.” The wound on Leah’s body shows the hope of four babies and a mother saved by an incision. The gash on Leanne tells of a malignant growth reluctant to release its grip. But, neither Leanne nor Leah are at peace with their scars. The scars, however, are begging to tell their stories – stories about what it takes to survive.