Observant Oddball Pens Paradox
See,I told you Dr Seuss is channeling me.
In grade school, I used to win awards for "outstanding" something-something or other. I bet my mother still has those things packed away in the cedar chest or hidden in the bottom of her undies drawer but I won't ask for them. They just don't mean that much to me anymore.
However, being an Observant Oddball is something I could wrap my heart around these days. Observing things, such as nature or machinery at work, has always fascinated me. The oddball thing just happens at times. The girls tell me how "crazy" I am all the time. Oddball sounds slightly less instutitionalize-able, doesn't it?
Pens= writing. 'Nuff said there.
Paradox should be part of my name. So many things conflict and confuse me, I feel at times as if I am being torn in two trying to follow my heart. Example: I think a woman should have a career outside the home if she chooses. I used to want one but find the demands of motherhood and being a wife too much when coupled with a career. But I miss earning my own money as old-fashioned and somewhat sexist as it might be. Oh well.
If the camera I'm used to using ever is left in reaching distance again, I will share pictures of quilts almost finished...possibly for sale even. The idea of a birthday getaway weekend in October sounds very relaxing and inviting to me but financing one is another story. Selling my quilts could possibly make that happen. We'll see.
In grade school, I used to win awards for "outstanding" something-something or other. I bet my mother still has those things packed away in the cedar chest or hidden in the bottom of her undies drawer but I won't ask for them. They just don't mean that much to me anymore.
However, being an Observant Oddball is something I could wrap my heart around these days. Observing things, such as nature or machinery at work, has always fascinated me. The oddball thing just happens at times. The girls tell me how "crazy" I am all the time. Oddball sounds slightly less instutitionalize-able, doesn't it?
Pens= writing. 'Nuff said there.
Paradox should be part of my name. So many things conflict and confuse me, I feel at times as if I am being torn in two trying to follow my heart. Example: I think a woman should have a career outside the home if she chooses. I used to want one but find the demands of motherhood and being a wife too much when coupled with a career. But I miss earning my own money as old-fashioned and somewhat sexist as it might be. Oh well.
If the camera I'm used to using ever is left in reaching distance again, I will share pictures of quilts almost finished...possibly for sale even. The idea of a birthday getaway weekend in October sounds very relaxing and inviting to me but financing one is another story. Selling my quilts could possibly make that happen. We'll see.
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posted by jill at 9:24 PM
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No words tonight...having a bad one!
Know that I'm still here praying!!!!!!!!!!!
1 Peter 1:3-5 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, which according to his abundant mercy hath begotten us again unto a lively hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, To an inheritance incorruptible, and undefiled, and that fadeth not away, reserved in heaven for you, Who are kept by the power of God through faith unto salvation ready to be revealed in the last time.
Am here praying right now!
Psalms 31:24 Be of good courage, and he shall strengthen your heart, all ye that hope in the LORD.
So you getting wet there? Heard about tornado warnings but they sounded like they were well north of you...right?
Know that I'm praying!
Psalms 27:7-8 Hear, O LORD, when I cry with my voice: have mercy also upon me, and answer me. When thou saidst, Seek ye my face; my heart said unto thee, Thy face, LORD, will I seek.
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