Tuesday, August 29, 2006

UMMM....I'm telllling!!!!

Okay, I'm telling on myself. It's quarter till 2 in the morning and I'm not in bed yet. I don't have the $100 posted up on the fridge anymore, but I should. It's a work night, and I've got a busy day ahead of me, starting at 8:30 AM. No good excuse for being up this late. I was eating a snack and turned on the TV, and then I saw a WWII movie that I've wanted to watch for a long time. Since it's on one of those On-Demand channels, I could've watched it another night, but I chose tonight.

I've got to get that $100 back up on the fridge and start getting my butt in bed on time so I'll get my rest, not get sick, and so I can be productive the next day. Though I'm starting to get some discipline back in my life, it's unfortunately obvious that I'm not there yet in terms of having these good habits rooted in me. And what's more, for the first time in a long while, I felt those urges to go to places I haven't gone in a long time. I definitely don't want to go back to that living hell. I'm grateful for what my Father is doing in my life and I don't want to keep fighting Him and ruin things.

I'm off to bed.

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Some Corrections

This post is not going to be one of my creative writing ventures this time. Merely a written reminder of some behaviors I believe God has opened my eyes to and wants to correct me on. By putting it in writing, I'm hoping it will make me even more aware of these things so that I will change.

First of all, lately I've been griping and complaining more than usual. About my job, my finances, my social life or lack of, and other things I'm sure. No, it's not fun working at a job for $10/hour that I invested $40,000 to be able to do. It's not fun working second-shift in the heat, walking and sitting in sweat-soaked clothes, getting some sort of head cold and infection in my neck and having to deal with loud noise in the plane four hours a day. And doing it all for $10/hour. It's not the most exciting life I lead right now socially. It would be nice to have an extra day off now and then, or to feel free to call in sick once in a while without worrying about if it would get me fired. It's true that these are not optimal circumstances. But what was it I reminded a friend of just recently as she goes through her divorce? God is in control. My Father, her Father - He knows our circumstances, and He knows His plans for us. What we are going through right now - good and bad - it's all subject to His authority and permission to happen. Although I see no light at the end of the career tunnel for myself, I see no happy financial future for myself, God is in control of all these things. My griping and complaining only reveals my lack of trust in His love for me and His ability to mold and shape my future according to His divine plans. Remember to trust in Him, and I will not be so tempted to gripe and complain. You are in His strong hands.

Envy - I never would've thought that to be a problem for me, but God has shown me that it is. It dawned on me one evening while flying home and looking down on someone's nice home and yard. Somewhere out in the country, with a refreshing pool in their backyard, with plenty of wooded acreage around them. And I was thinking why them and not me? Why all those people down there have more than me and can afford to take nice vacations and lounge around without having to worry about how they are going to pay next months or even next year's bills. And I realized how bitter and sour my attitude has become in that regard. Instead of being thankful for what God has given me, which is a radically better life than what I had a year ago, I work myself into an ungrateful attitude, not only envious of what others have, but even worse in my opinion, snubbing my nose at what my Father and Jesus have done for me already! Kids are pretty cute most of the time in my opinion, but one of the ugliest things in this world is to see a child who is selfish, and ungrateful for what his parents and others do for him. That little brat who kicks and screams because his mom won't buy him a toy or candy bar in the store when he's got 10 million toys at home already and she's got a cart full of yummy food and treats for him right in front of his spoiled-brat face! I'll tell you what, whenever I see that, I always think if that was my kid, I'd burn his little behind! And then I'd give him lima beans and warm milk for dinner that night! Okay, maybe I wouldn't go quite that far, but I'd definitely set his tail on fire if he treated his mother that way. The little ungrateful brat! Oh, and I'd take away a few of his toys. As you can see, I don't like to see little kids act like ingrates (Is that a word?). Anyway, I imagine that's how I've been behaving in my Father's eyes. Yuck! He's been nice to me in just showing me how I've been acting instead of giving me the Shannon-treatment for dealing with spoiled-brats.

Anyway, that's about all. Just wanted to remind myself of these things so that I'll change and do better in the future. Thank You, Father for pointing them out to me so I can be a better son to You.

Saturday, August 05, 2006

Waking Up

Boy, am I tired or out of it or something. It's Saturday morning and I'm alll groggy. Maybe it's because of all the grog I drank last night when I got home from work. I'm tired and cloudy and spider-webbed-brained right now. This is going to be one dumb post, and maybe I'll delete it when I go back and read it during my awake time. If you ever want to get me, do it when I'm awake but not awake. That's your best chance, because I have almost zero ability to defend myself.

Supposed to go to that museum, the Underground Museum downtown with Tamara - the "not my sister" Tamara. The Tamara from work. It's 11am now. It closes at 5, so I guess that gives me about 5 1/2 hours to get ready. Well actually only 5 hours because it will take a half hour to drive down there and pick her up. Well, only 4 1/2 because then we'll drive for another 30 minutes trying to find it downtown. I hate driving downtown. Ugh, I'm not awake. I wish I had a longer weekend than just two days off.

Oh boy, I'm tired and sore and not awake. I've got a gumboil in my mouth that has made my whole right side of my neck and my right ear sore this week. It's sooooo annoying. It's the weekend and it still hurts. I should get the weekend off from hurts like this. And I sweetened my coffee a little too much just now.

Had several men call about the small group I'm trying to start. One of them is a fella I know or at least have met. His wife was my small group leader in a divorce support group I did. What else? I'm learning on my guitar, also called a GEE-TAR in my brighter shining moments of awake- and comedy-dom. Oh, boy, I do not want to wake up. I just want to laze around today.....maybe go outside and water the plants. And maybe do some other stuff, but right now I just want to sit and not think until my body feels like plopping over and lying down somewhere.

Oh, the misery and now I've got to get awake to go to this underground railroad museum. Hmmmm.....