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So after complaining about movie tickets being expensive, I just have to say that live theatre tickets can be an order of magnitude more expensive. But I have tickets to go see phantom of the opera live 
I'm also trying to figure out... if I'm craving brownies and make my own brownies in a mug using a sugar substitute and subbing almond flour for half of the regular flour. Is that making a healthier choice, or is that just trying to tie a tether to myself before jumping off the deep end?
Oh and it's the weekend and other than wanting to haul my boxes of stuff to the thrift store to get rid of, I have absolutely nothing I have to do. I love weekends like that.
I'm also trying to figure out... if I'm craving brownies and make my own brownies in a mug using a sugar substitute and subbing almond flour for half of the regular flour. Is that making a healthier choice, or is that just trying to tie a tether to myself before jumping off the deep end?
Oh and it's the weekend and other than wanting to haul my boxes of stuff to the thrift store to get rid of, I have absolutely nothing I have to do. I love weekends like that.
M
...it’s amazing to me that this thread is still alive.
Disclaimer: I don’t know what I’m doing here or for how long I’ll be doing whatever it is that I don’t know about. When I left, there were good people here, and I missed the interaction. Turns out there are still some of them around...yay! I’m positive that I’m not here to upset anyone’s apple cart. Or watermelon wagon. Or turkey tractor. Whatever. Anyway.
I raise chickens now, it turns out. Kids and chickens and cats. And build things, because I have power tools and an annoying need to do all the things. I think I’ve learned more skills in the last two years than I did in the thirty years prior to that, yet somehow I’ve gotten worse at social skills. I can’t tame the awkward. Last week at church, we met with the pastor, a few elders, and a couple of other new members to have lunch and share our testimonies...I went into it having no idea what to say, and I came out of it having no idea what I said. And trembling. For an hour. The pastor’s sweet wife took pity on me and hugged me and even kissed the top of my head because...I assume...I was clearly terrified. However! Because I can’t just have a nice moment where someone shows they truly care without making everyone involved extremely uncomfortable...I was sweating profusely due to, you know, terror at speaking in front of humans. All my stress sweat comes off my head. In fact, I’m certain that my head is the source of all of my problems, and would dearly like to trade it in for a more functional model.
I attended a women’s conference at my church at couple months ago, before it was “my” church and before anyone knew me. I had my ticket to get in tucked safely into the front pocket of my purse, easily accessible. I waited in line a few minutes, and as my turn came up to give the lady my ticket, I reached to unzip the purse pocket...and came away holding not just the fancy zipper pull, but the whole zipper mechanism. Meanwhile, the pocket remained zipped tight. And so, like any sane person, I just stood there staring at the zipper in my hand and laughing, because I took a leap of faith and trusted God that I would survive attending this conference alone like some kind of actual adult, and then...awkwardness. I never leave home without it. The ticket ladies just stared at me, and I couldn’t open the pocket, and there were several women waiting behind me, and I very nearly turned around and ran out the door. But that would have been silly, so instead I stepped out of line and proceeded to wrestle with the purse pocket while people watched. I can’t take me anywhere.
...I dunno, that’s all I got.
Disclaimer: I don’t know what I’m doing here or for how long I’ll be doing whatever it is that I don’t know about. When I left, there were good people here, and I missed the interaction. Turns out there are still some of them around...yay! I’m positive that I’m not here to upset anyone’s apple cart. Or watermelon wagon. Or turkey tractor. Whatever. Anyway.
I raise chickens now, it turns out. Kids and chickens and cats. And build things, because I have power tools and an annoying need to do all the things. I think I’ve learned more skills in the last two years than I did in the thirty years prior to that, yet somehow I’ve gotten worse at social skills. I can’t tame the awkward. Last week at church, we met with the pastor, a few elders, and a couple of other new members to have lunch and share our testimonies...I went into it having no idea what to say, and I came out of it having no idea what I said. And trembling. For an hour. The pastor’s sweet wife took pity on me and hugged me and even kissed the top of my head because...I assume...I was clearly terrified. However! Because I can’t just have a nice moment where someone shows they truly care without making everyone involved extremely uncomfortable...I was sweating profusely due to, you know, terror at speaking in front of humans. All my stress sweat comes off my head. In fact, I’m certain that my head is the source of all of my problems, and would dearly like to trade it in for a more functional model.
I attended a women’s conference at my church at couple months ago, before it was “my” church and before anyone knew me. I had my ticket to get in tucked safely into the front pocket of my purse, easily accessible. I waited in line a few minutes, and as my turn came up to give the lady my ticket, I reached to unzip the purse pocket...and came away holding not just the fancy zipper pull, but the whole zipper mechanism. Meanwhile, the pocket remained zipped tight. And so, like any sane person, I just stood there staring at the zipper in my hand and laughing, because I took a leap of faith and trusted God that I would survive attending this conference alone like some kind of actual adult, and then...awkwardness. I never leave home without it. The ticket ladies just stared at me, and I couldn’t open the pocket, and there were several women waiting behind me, and I very nearly turned around and ran out the door. But that would have been silly, so instead I stepped out of line and proceeded to wrestle with the purse pocket while people watched. I can’t take me anywhere.
...I dunno, that’s all I got.
S
These thoughts pop up in my mind...What my sister said why life is too hard for us and it seems like we are crawling just to get there on top and the others it is so easy for them...I paused for a moment and answered her...we may go through the hardest times but let's just continue and walk with God let's just be happy for those who are blessed and let's just continue to trust God that HE will bless us in time
A
These thoughts pop up in my mind...What my sister said why life is too hard for us and it seems like we are crawling just to get there on top and the others it is so easy for them...I paused for a moment and answered her...we may go through the hardest times but let's just continue and walk with God let's just be happy for those who are blessed and let's just continue to trust God that HE will bless us in time
I pray the Lord strengthen and bless both you & your sister. I hope your load gets lighter and your days get easier, in Jesus' name. Thank you for always sharing of your heart with us here at CC. :::hugs::: ❤
