Is Rey As Boring As Me?

Reason #31 I am boring…

Halloween 2016 Rey

Feast your eyes on this masterpiece. I dressed up as Rey from Star Wars: The Force Awakens for Halloween last year. I fabricated most of what you see in the picture. I will say I was pretty proud of myself when it all came together! As I walked around my neighborhood with my grandbabies trick-or-treating, every kid who saw me yelled “Rey” or “May the force be with you”. It was super satisfying to have done a good enough job to be recognizable.

In my home we spent a lot of years not celebrating Halloween, but that’s a story for another time. I have come to a place where celebrating and dressing up is simply done in fun and is not hurting anyone; therefore, I have fully embraced it. This is the second year I went full tilt with a costume, and it earned me a 2nd win at our Halloween party for best costume.

Pretty boring huh?!

We plan to have a party again this year and I am already trying to decide on a costume. Perhaps I can be a little less boring this next October. 😉

 

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Three Little Birds … In My Garage

Do you believe in signs? Do you believe God talks to us, sending little or maybe not so little messages?

I do.

I do because it has happened a lot in my lifetime.

Tonight I came home, opened my garage door, and pulled my van in just like normal. Tonight though, there was a bird flying around in the garage, bumping into the walls because the noise of the garage door and my engine were probably a tiny bit overwhelming. As I parked, I realized there was also a second bird, and by the time I got out, there was in fact a third bird which flew just inside the door of the van onto the floor.

Three little birds… in my garage.

I swooshed the one out of the van, and then spent the next 15 or 20 minutes trying to get all of them outside, gently with a broom, because I did not want them to be trapped. Once they were all safely outside, I closed the garage door and went into the house. I walked to the kitchen sink to wash my hands, and wondered what in the world were three little birds doing in my garage? That’s when the obvious hit me… three little birds!

They were there to tell me not to worry ’cause every little thing is gonna be alright.

I could not help but to chuckle at the somewhat absurdity of the whole thing. What a wonderful and comical God that cares so much to send three little birds to my garage with a message, and in a moment I really needed to be reminded that things are going to be alright.

Tonight I am sharing this with you, I’m sharing those three little birds, so you too will know not to worry ’cause every little thing is gonna be alright for you too!

 

Three Little Birds – by Bob Marley – 1977

Rise up this mornin’
Smiled with the risin’ sun
Three little birds
Pitch by my doorstep
Singin’ sweet songs
Of melodies pure and true
Saying’, (this is my message to you)
Singing’ don’t worry ’bout a thing
‘Cause every little thing gonna be alright
Singing’ don’t worry (don’t worry) ’bout a thing
‘Cause every little thing gonna be alright

Grand Grit

Daily Post Word Prompt: Grit

I’ve lived in my house for 12 years. It was newly constructed with a freshly landscaped yard. My daughters were teenagers when we moved in. We had a dog and two cats.

My children have since married and moved out. There is only one dog left. The yard is well established.

My house has more grit now though than ever before. Grit on the floor. Grit on the sofas. Ugh, it’s infuriating. You know what causes all this ridiculousness?

Grandchildren.

I love them dearly, but they are the grittiest little people on the planet. 2 of them I keep 3 or 4 days a week. The other 2 visit every month or so. And they all leave grit on everything. Grit, grit, and more grit.

In the story of Hansel and Gretel the children left bread crumbs on purpose to find their way home, but that’s just nonsense. They would have left gritty crumbs without even trying!

The best and worst part about all of this is number 5 is going to bring his gritty little self up in here in a couple of months, and if I was a betting woman, I’d say number 6 won’t be far behind.

Congratulations Nonie, you’re the proud grandmother of all these gritty grandbabies! 

But oh what Grand Grit it is!!!

I love you Babyman, Princess Crazy Pants, Prom King, Dr. Evil and Number 5. Even if you’re gritty, you are all my favorites!

Lazy – Reason #1- to Being Boring

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I found this sign in St. Thomas at Senor Frogs. It is one of my favorite finds from my cruise last February. I think the grammar is weird, but I am willing to forgive that because of the humor and truth this sign exudes.

What is lazy? Oxford says it is an unwillingness to work or use energy. I tend to consider myself lazy, which is another one of the reasons I am boring. Maybe it’s because I have interpreted things others have said about me to mean such, or maybe it is just because I am.

I don’t know.

Where is the line? Who decides?

The house is clean. The dishes get done. Eventually the clothes get folded.

My laziness seems to pop up when it comes to extra stuff… this blog, random projects, going to the gym, etc.. I just don’t have the motivation, when I am home, to do anything other than the necessary.

I can go on vacation, and I want to do all the things. I will walk all over the place, shop ’till I drop, swim, work out, and play from sun-up to well past sun-down. But once I am back at home, forget it. I am right back to being lazy old me.

I know , I can just hear you now, “Make a to-do list. Prioritize your schedule. Take Vitamin D. Just get up off your butt.” There are probably a million other pieces of advice, and hey, go ahead, give it your best shot. I’m pretty sure I have tried it all.

The reality is, I will do the stuff when I am ready to or when it becomes necessary. That is just me. So I guess Oxford is right, lazy is about unwillingness. I do not possess the will until I have to, and that is just going to have to be okay for now.

Thanks for helping me work that out.

Now I can go think of some more things that make me boring…or maybe I’ll just do that later.

 

 

Why Listen to Another?

You keep going to Facebook, Twitter, other medias. You look to the people to tell you who you are, to approve of who you are. You listen to the voices try to dictate and define you. You search for validation and reason for you, your life, your calling. You wait for a like, a view, an answer.

 

But there is only one who really knows. One Voice. One Approver. One Definer. One Validator.

The one who always listens.

This one, designed you. This one, formed you.

 

You are an individual, yet it is easier to compare with others, to compete with others, to listen their voices that scream so loudly.

 

How can they know you, when they barely know themselves?

How can they define you, when they don’t know the definition of you?

How can they approve of you, while they are searching for their own approval?

 

Who then is this one who knows?

 

*whispered… “I am.”

 

It’s as simple as that. God knows. Jesus approves. Holy Spirit listens. You were formed by the Creator in your mother’s womb. You were designed with validation in you. You were formed with a voice that defines you. You have all that you need in him.

 

Why listen to another?