"Previously, on Lost"

Two Weeks Ago:
Fade in...Troy in Den, lounging on recliner unproductively watching syndicated episodes of Lost on the Sci/Fi channel...Stephanie doing something very productive in the kitchen.

Troy-"Rick and Victoria watch 24 together and rave about it. We should find a show we like watching together."
Stephanie- "I just don't really like any of the shows you like and you don't like the shows I like. Take that show, Lost, for example. I would probably really like it if I knew there was going to be a definite ending and that it wasn't going to string the viewers along and then end mid-season with no answers to the questions."
Troy- "Lost is only going to be on for 6 seasons. It's been predetermined."
Stephanie- "Oh. Well I might like watching that."


For the past two weeks:
Fade in....Troy and Stephanie both lounging unproductively in their loveseat recliner. Seasons 1-3 have played non-stop every waking hour on the DVD player. (Thanks Blockbuster)

Beginning of each episode:
Troy, in best announcer like voice- "Previously, on Lost." "I think I'm getting better at it."
Announcer, in better announcer voice- "Previously, on Lost."
Troy- "I'll get it by the end."

End of each episode:
Stephanie- "BAD WOBOT!"
Production company logo with children yelling- "BAD WOBOT"
Stephanie- "I'm good."

Don't you wish you lived in this Prescott Avenue home with Troy and Stephanie who have such lofty aspirations????

Bliss

You know that feeling when you have worked all weekend on the laundry and everything that you own except for the clothes on your body is clean, folded, put away, hung and ready to wear?

Me neither.

God: The Ultimate Alarm Clock

God woke me up this morning at 5:24.

Actually, I asked Him to help me.

Last night before I fell to sleep, I was very restless. I am really unhappy and unhealthy with my lifestyle at the moment. The lifestyle list keeping my mind restless last night was as follows: The master bathroom is a mess. The sheets need to be changed on our bed. I can't remember the last time the bedroom floor was vacuumed. This office is a mess (mostly because I'm being a brat and not "cleaning" until we get new office furniture. My bad, I know). I haven't exercised in about (wow, I started to write how many months and I can't remember. Another bad). I cooked dinner on Wednesday night. (Good, right?) And then shamed Troy into taking me out to dinner last night. (Bad! Wednesday night was the only night I've cooked in a week!) All I've wanted to do for the past month is sit, watch TV and crochet!!!

Not a good lifestyle. Hence the need for help. So last night, I decided to stop asking God for what I thought I needed (new diet plan, workout plan), and ask Him to help me do what He wanted me to do. (Of course then my mind started wondering again about new diets, exercise videos, and new workout clothes. God then helped me fall to sleep. Ha Ha)

I don't know what God is leading me to do. But I do know He wanted my out of bed at 5:24am. So, I'm heading downstairs now to have some quiet time (and coffee) with God. I'm anxious about His agenda. Although I'm pretty sure #1 is going to be spend time with Him. That's exciting. I'm ready to spend some time with the creator of the universe who is "especially fond of me".

I'll keep you posted.

Thou Shalt Not Forget to Put Out the Trash

I had a tough week last week.

I seemed to just struggle to get through the days, plus Troy was traveling. I felt as if my prayers to my loving Saviour were bouncing from the ceiling right back on my head.

And then this happened Thursday morning...

I turned on the radio as I normally do first thing, and took a shower. As I was taking a shower, I continued my talk with God. I basically said, "I don't know what to do, just tell me what to do and I'll do it."

"Turn off the radio."

"Really?"

"Turn off the radio."

So, I did when I got out of the shower. I thought it was so I could hear the still small voice God often uses to speak to me. But as I was putting on my make-up, I heard the faint sound of the trash truck and realized that I hadn't given even one thought to putting out the trash. I ran downstairs and put out the trash just as the trash truck came to my house.

I walked back up the stairs smiling and thanking God for being even in the small stuff.

Resolution Update #1

Well, I've started......and boy did I pick a doozie of a resolution. Every time I do anything now, I think, "Is this helping or hindering my cause?" For example, I sit down to crochet a sweater I've been working on for me only to realize that the tiny change I made in the yarn weight is going to make my "open-weave duster" a "semi-open-weave sweater". Hmmmm. Is it worth the effort to make it and not wear it? Is this effort leading to future clutter in my closet? Is this cluttering my time right now? Wait a minute!!!! This discussion I'm having with my new and improved clutter free self is cluttering my enjoyment of crocheting! Even if it is crocheting for the sake of crocheting!

Is crocheting for the sake of crocheting......CLUTTER?!?!