32. 2011

Well, I guess we've verified that I'm no good at blogging... and things have actually happened this fall that I could have blogged about. Like the college group's camping trip that I just barely got to go on. Or that my sister got married (Congratulations!!). Let's see... what else... Dad got laid off, my brother finished college and is looking for a job, my Mom is working with a new teacher. Awana and Bible study (this year we're studying Acts) have started up again. And I'm now addicted to Korean dramas. And maybe I'll practice being a blogger and tell you all about these things... we'll see.
But, all in all, I am still pretty much boring.

However, Nanowrimo has started again! Apparently I never did come back and tell you that I actually won last year! That makes this year a little more exciting, if I won once I can do it again, right? I am less certain about the story I ended up choosing this year. It stalled in the past (yes, I do usually end up writing a story I started long ago, however I rarely have more than five pages written) because I couldn't figure out why the main character left... and therefore, more important to the story, why he goes back.
So, there you go... I am still alive after all.

31. Nano '10

I am very happy that this year I have managed to pretty much double 2008's word count, and it won't be long before I double 2009 and 2007's wordcounts. I don't know if I can pass 50000 before the end of the month, but it is currently within the realm of possibility. Of course, as with many wrimos, that doesn't mean my story will be worth reading when I finish, but that I actually "finish" a story, well, that would be amazing. I am currently just over 21000, so if I want to finish I had better get back to work.

30. Job 1:10-11

Job 1:10-11 
"Have You not made a hedge around him, around his household, and around all that he has on every side? You have blessed the work of his hands, and his possessions have increased in the land. But now, stretch out Your hand and touch all that he has, and he will surely curse You to Your face!"

God had a special protection over Job. "You have made a hedge around him, protected him, his household, and all that he has on every side." God was taking care of Job, He'll take care of those who put their trust in Him and leave their worries and problems with Him. Satan can't get past God's hedges, so, Job truly had no reason to fear anything not in God's will. God blessed Job; he had what he needed, plus.
Satan wants to destroy the (seemingly) fragile connection between God and man. He doesn't seem to realize that God is in control and will only test those ready for or in need of testing.
Lord, if ever I have a test such as Job hand, I pray that I will have enough strength not to curse You, but to stand up for You. No man has seen God's face, so there is no way Job could curse You to Your face. There however is also no way he could curse You without You knowing, for God, You know all. But more than just knowing all, You have all wisdom! Thank You God for Your wise direction in all things.

<--  Job 1:9                                                                                                                         Job 1:12 -->

29. Job 1:9

It crossed my mind that I hadn't posted for Job in a while. I thought I might have stopped because I lost my notebook, but I was sure I'd seen it recently. Sure enough, it wasn't where it belonged but it was in some recent paperwork I'd gone through. Here we go again...

Job 1:9
So Satan answered the LORD and said, “Does Job fear God for nothing?"

Satan says, there has got to be a reason why Job is so great. It's because You (God) have been very generous with him. (See verse 10) If you gave any person so much they would fear you. That isn't neccessarily true... there are many who are without that fear the Lord, and many that posses who do not. In fact, I would say the more someone gives me the less I fear them. (Unless it's like the mafia, the more they give you the more people they expect you to kill for them?)
Did Job fear the Lord for nothing? Is Satan instead suggesting that Job shouldn't have feared the Lord because there was nothing to fear if God was taking care of him, so God should give him a reason to fear? Fear of the Lord is mentioned as the beginning of wisdom and knowledge a couple times in Scripture. So, perhaps what God gave Job that made him fear God was not great possessions, but wisdom.

Lord, why do I fear you? Or maybe, do I fear you? I know that you are greater than just a giver of good things. Please give me the wisdom to fear You.

<-- Job 1:8                                                                                                                    Job 1:10-11 -->

28. So...

I can't believe I haven't posted in almost a year. I don't really have time to post at the moment, just here to check on some information in a post I never got around to finishing, and thought I'd let you (if there is any you out there) know I am still alive!

27. Nanowrimo 2008

So, I only got to 10687 words, which is of course even worse than last year... ah well. I still haven't figured out what happens in the last half of this story.
I titled the story Quiet the Voices. Here's a summary (although what I've written for the story doesn't quite match what I wrote for the summary, it gives you an idea of where the story was going.)
--- Almichaeli's college professor and mentor has come to him with a problem. In his research to destroy the segregation between those with 'voices' and those without, he has removed the 'voices' from his own mind. Mike attempts to keep Bob from slipping into the typical (non-voice) depression and drugs while he and Tasha attempt to continue Bob's research, despite being watched by the government.

And here are two of my better scenes (one is currently at the beginning, the other about halfway through.):

It was cold that night, Tasha had walked the four blocks to work like normal and now she was wishing she had not. Home might be close, just around the corner, but her thin brown jacket did not keep the wind from getting under her skin.
"Hey, Tasha!"
She stopped, startled, and turned to face the voice. Her neighbor, Sid, sat in his fancy black car with his fancy black suit and pulled his fancy black briefcase off of the seat beside him.
"Here, let me give you a ride. You look like you are about to be blown back to where you started."
"Thanks!" She shivered.Her reliable white nurse shoes crunched over the leaves as she stepped off the curb and walked around.
"I cannot believe how fast fall is flying by. This jacket is not near heavy enough."
"Do you really think it is safe to be walking this late at night?"
"Well…"
"I mean, I assume you may have chosen this neighborhood, like I did, for it is safety record, however, a young woman such as yourself really should not walk alone after dark. That is my view in any case." He smiled kindly, indicating he was not considering her dumb for doing what he would not advise. His shiny white teeth annoyed her however. Sid was just too polished.
"I agree really. One day you have plenty of time to get home before it is too dark and the next it was too dark hours ago. I need to start driving. It is such a waste of gas for such a short distance."

~*~

"Dr. McGee."
"Ms. Ralt."
"What brings you here today? Another conspiracy theory?"

Idan bit his tongue. He had once tried to tell Ms. Ralt a story, when he was really nervous and not thinking clearly obviously. This had backfired into the closest thing to a joke Ms. Ralt ever said. The story was meant to be funny, playing on the fact that in this job it was rather plain to see that most conspiracy theories were based on truth.

"Not today Ms. Ralt. Today I have information on a couple people losing their voices, and the fact that one does not seem to be affected."

"That's nonsense!"

"You remember Sidney Burnell."

"Ah yes, the idiot that cannot drive. It is such a waste of money to fix such people. Why cannot they just crash and die?" She paused. "So, it cannot be him. There would be no need to fix him if he were not affected."

"No... it is his neighbor who was in the car with him at the time."

"Wait, let me look this up in his records.
"Ms. Ralt snapped her fingers outside her door and a small squinty-eyed man rushed over from his cubicle.

"I need the employee record for Mr. Sidney Burnell. Yesterday."

"Yes Ms. Ralt." Away he rushed.

"Dr. McGee." She turned back his direction and inwardly he cringed. "How did you come across this information?"

"Mr. Burnell called me a few months ago and told me he was having a few problems adjusting still, and felt there was things that he needed to talk over with someone. I did inform him that if I felt he had something to discuss he would rather the government not know, he should not come to me because I was required to pass the information on. He did not feel it would be an issue. I'm not sure why he felt that, because I do feel slightly uncomfortable with passing this information on."

"But you believe it to be important?"

"Yes, I do. The reason I find it more important has to do with a report from the mental hospital. This same neighbor has changed jobs to this facility, especially to care for a Dr. Robert Gibbs, Professor of Psychology at the state university. Have you read of him recently?"

Ms. Ralt pursed her lips. "No, should I have?"

"I think you would find it pertinant to the information I just passed on."

"All right. I suppose after I have refreshed my memory on these two men I will call you to explain in further detail why this is important to me."

"Good. I will be ready."

"Dismissed."

Idan quickly left the office, and leaned against the wall. His heart had been beating much too hard and it was a great relief to be out of there, even if just for a short while. He hoped he had made the right decision... but it was too late now if it was not.

~*~

26. Thanksgiving

So, Marshall was going to write a list of little things on his blog that he was thankful for, and I was inspired to write a few things down.
My list is not nearly as long (I didn't get back to it after the first day.) and a lot of my thank-yous are a bit conditional, but here they are anyhow.
(I didn't have time to post them on Thanksgiving.)

I am thankful to God...

.... that the station wagon decided to die after my parents traded cars with me (dad has gotten it to start again now, although it seems the starter might be dying... and the brakes are almost gone).

.... that I have a job (even if I don't care for working with people ... the job is stretching me and I'm getting somewhat friendlier.)

.... for a roommate who keeps everything nice and neat, but doesn't freak out if I don't do my dishes right away.

.... for having enough stuff that I don't really know what I want for Christmas (well, except for stuff no one else can afford either.)

.... for the way Katia and I arranged the living room and the picture we both love as a finishing touch.

.... for Taco Bell being a good landmark when telling people how to get to the apartment.

.... that my family gets along fine.

.... that I found one of my waterbottles before I lost the other one.

.... that I have the bigger bedroom and my own bathroom (like I said, I have lots of stuff.)

.... that I get to see people I know all the time when they shop at Walmart (the best part of my job!)

.... for my purse spoon, I never guessed how much I'd use it when I picked it up.

.... that the station wagon cleaned up without too much work.

.... that I don't have to do the sunday school tags or run slides during service anymore (although I do like to think I was better at running the slides, I really like being able to think about what what I'm singing or listening to instead of thinking about when to change the slide.)

.... for a fairly easy year in Awana, that I have one returning leader and one new one (although I dearly miss Shirley).

.... for a newer coworkers comment that she feels more comfortable around me than most of the other cashiers.

.... that Gem found a job, even if it's only part time and won't help much with her resume. (She will be a little less stressed.)

.... that Ian is doing well in school.

.... that I'm no longer addicted to chatting (even if that's partly because no one I used to chat with is online and I've started wasting time other ways online.)

.... for the people I hug almost every week at church... and being told by them that I give good hugs.

.... for people who tell me my hair is beautiful (even if they have a tendency to tell me when it needs washing).

.... that there is less traffic when I have to go to work way too early.

.... for Ealon (having ones own language/ code thing feels cool, even if nobody else can read it).

.... that I can sing/ listen to Christmas music all year (and that I can turn it off when I'm tired of it).

.... that there are more people in the college/ young adult group (even though I really miss the old dynamics of the group.)

.... for having a washer and dryer in the apartment.

.... for parents who let me use their washer and dryer, their car, and just plain for not kicking me out when I wasn't ready.

.... that Kelli said I always have funny answers when playing Balderdash.

.... that even though I wish I weren't single, I'm willing to wait and I won't give up my values in finding him.

.... that God loves me even when I'm not sure if actually I love Him.

.... that I have coats when I'm cold.

.... that I haven't died of ink poisoning as Lele keeps telling me is going to happen.

.... for someone else cooking on Wednesday evening and Sunday afternoons.

.... for Bob, who almost always does snack and cleanup on Wednesday nights. For the guys in the college group, who somehow manage to do more of the cooking and cleaning than the girls... and who are pretty good examples of good men.

.... for Ginny, the cutest one in the group (hope she doesn't get too spoiled!)

.... for when Lele and I get to talk... for when she has time to hang out with the group.

.... for Kale growing up and being way less annoying than he was!

.... for my kitty blanket being warm and heavy... perfect to sleep or cuddle with.

.... for mom not wanting to be like her mother when she's old (much as we love her).

.... that my bed is okay in comfort (as long as I sleep in it upside down).

.... for Lein getting Lawrence's job because (I think this is the plan anyway...) him, Risa and Ginny will move closer. (Although I can't imagine Lawrence not being there all the time!)

.... for Bethany, my pretend little sister who makes me feel special by calling me mean names like 'monkey' and dragging me around the church.

25. Happy Birthday to Me!

I don't know how I got to be so old so fast!
That is, I'm still only 27, so I've possibly many more years left... but 27 sounds so old. By 27, wasn't I supposed to be married and have a couple kids, maybe an interesting job... what happened?

Although, somewhere along the way I think I stopped believing I was going to get older. Maybe that's part of my problem, I'm still stuck back in my teens, and with time going by so much faster (why? I mean, it really goes the same speed, so why does it go so much faster when you're older?) I'm having a hard time catching up.
The older I get though, the more I realize that people older than me don't feel like they are as old as they are either. I had this discussion with one of my customers a couple months ago.

My dad tried to tell me on Sunday that I was still about 7 (which would make him 33.) I informed him that since I drive, have a job, and don't live at home anymore that didn't work... but he could claim I was still 17 if he wanted to.
Actually, it's disturbing to think that I'm old enough to have kids that are 7!

Yeah, so that's my thoughts for today... except, Thank You God that I am still alive at 27!

24. Job 1:8

Job 1:8
Then the LORD said to Satan, “Have you considered My servant Job, that there is none like him on the earth, a blameless and upright man, one who fears God and shuns evil?”

"Have you considered My servant Job." "Have you set your heart on My servant Job." These are a bit different, most of my Bibles say considered. "Set your heart on My servant..." does Satan have a heart? I think not? It is hard to imagine God saying that there is none like a person, none on earth so upright.

Lord, I know that I am not like Job, but I would like to become as he was, an upright woman, blameless in Your eyes, one who fears You Lord, and one who always shuns/ has nothing to do with evil. God, I keep messing that up. Forever it seems I am giving in to evil, I'm sorry. Please help me strengthen my gates and build up my walls against the evil one. If I could totally feel Your presence, I think I could stand firm against the devil, but "we walk by faith, not by sight," so my request instead is that You increase my faith.

<-- Job 1:6-7                                                                                                                        Job 1:9 -->

23. Nanowrimo

So, I tried Nanowrimo last year as mentioned in my conversation with Marshall under post 19. I am trying again this November, unsure yet of my story so I won't tell what it is. I thought I'd give you a glimpse of last years story though. It's a fairy tale, mostly based on snow white with mish-mashed bits of others in it. Also, pardon my... (I forget what word I want.) the way I phrase things. I'm sure it's noticable in my blogs, but it's even more noticable in my unedited fiction. I don't speak that way so I don't know why I write that way. Also, I just randomly picked names, so... yeah.

I know there’s been many fairy tales, and some of them claim to be rightly true, but sometimes we can just tell they aren’t. I make no claims; you may judge for yourself if my tale is truth. It begins long ago in a land far, far away (as it must), and hopefully ends happily ever after, but I cannot give away the end before the full beginning.

Long ago in a land far away there ruled a beloved king and queen. If this is a surprise to you, remember that this tale might be quite old, and more oft than not, if the rulers are generally good and just, the wrongs will be forgotten and they will be remembered as beloved. So it was with King Bob and Queen Marilynn. The citizens of this small kingdom, which we shall call ___ (no sense telling where, else you figure whether this tale be truth or tall), have long forgotten the tragedy in favor of the beloved memory.

King Bob and Queen Marilyn wanted a child and after many years of waiting they had a daughter. As many kings and queens are to do throughout history, they avoided inviting the person they should have never skipped. The evil wizard The Great “peter”.
He arrived before the party began, just barely, as you watched out the castle tower you could see the man pushing through the crowds on his horse. Just as he arrived, minutes ahead of the crowds, he forced the gates closed and rode into the throne room alone.
“All hail the stupid king. Good morning madam.” He bowed.
“Four leaf clovers and whimpering dogs! What are you doing in my castle!”
“To curse the cursed, to bless myself, and all in all to rid the world of a grand family such as yourself.
“Cursed to wander, cursed to roam, this place shall never again be your home. Your child, though small she be, will walk in circles for eternity.”
So, though known only for a short time in this story, the king and queen were remembered with love. Their daughter the wizard locked in a tower. She shall enter our story again after a while...

A bit strange, eh? And kind of hard to see how snow white fits in. Any guesses? There are dwarves, woodsmen, mines, an evil queen, a magic mirror and a princess in a glass coffin. Promise. Not that you're likely to ever see any of it. :)

22. Stnj Ensacq

Pehot ai alaf kail itarmluj ui Ealon. Wa'ai otu itarmluj uhe-ytlug rtyom eparluj, wisarod ai. It onh nraigf nto etym isyt zehs, esalad atl aw omuk. If nlpom aq oloc it aouaows sala amuk etym ai esm ehsluj. If zi lexarluj, avaromy, of itarm zrpom etyt euam ylugotu of ouauhe ntq onh. Lam, dosands ai etyt onh uto'p lhaer raec upe syim isyt esm arvo, zo, tilun tarel... Pqhaog.

21. Job 1:6-7

Job 1:6-7
Now there was a day when the sons of God came to present themselves before the LORD, and Satan also came among them. And the LORD said to Satan, "From where do you come?"
So Satan answered the LORD and said, "From going to and fro on the earth, and from walking back and forth on it."

These "sons of God" come to present themselves, why did Satan come among them, and why did God ask where Satan had come from?
God knows all things, therefore He knew from where Satan came, and why, assumably He also knows how and all the rest of the questions. With all the pacing Satan is doing it's a wonder the earth isn't worn clear through.
Lord, protect me please from the wondering path of the Adversary. Keep my path straight along Your road with my focus only on You. Give me the knowledge I need to answer questions about You, but let me keep relying on You for the answers because You are the answer. Lord, increase my faith and help me to hold fast to my trust. Let me walk always in Your way.

<-- Job 1:4-5                                                                                                                                Job 1:8 -->

20. September

So...

I really didn't mean to not post in September. I keep forgetting how quickly time passes! I couldn't slip you any of my notes on Job for a while there either (just so it looked like I hadn't forgotten you) because I couldn't find the notebook it was in. Never fear though, I have found it today and you shall suffer again in the near future! [Evil laugh]

I might tell you about the details of my September vacations if I get around to it later, but for a short summary of the month: Awana started (I began a post on this, but obviously didn't finish.), BSF also started (studying The Life of Moses this year), the college group at church went on a camping trip, then there was women's retreat the next weekend, and for my sister's birthday we went to the coast the last weekend.

I don't know that I have ever been gone from my church that many weekends in a row! Wonder if anyone missed me? It's nice to be home (wasn't really feeling quite so lonely this month, was ready for a day off by myself.)

19. Friends, or Lack Thereof

[I've edited this post because, well, it served it's purpose at the time: it made me feel better after complaining to the great unknown and I even got to chat with Marshall, but, well, I don't really feel as strong as I felt this day the majority of the time, so here's the less lonely version (which is still a little stronger than I usually express my feelings, but I guess it's good to speak your mind on occasion.]

Sometimes I really hate days off. I mean, I look forward to them all week, but... well, what do you do with days off? Today I did: nothing.
Some days I don't mind doing nothing (watching TV, reading a book, etc.), but sometimes I really want to do something (not sure what something is.) Last time I felt this way I got lucky. I was housesitting for my aunt and uncle and my cousin came home for the weekend. He invited me to go watch the batman movie with him and his friends.
Today... my roommate is gone for the weekend (not that I usually do anything with her, but at least it's someone to say hi to)... and I have nothing to do (Well, technically I could vacuum and do dishes). It doesn't help that I have no money so I can't really go anywhere.
And I have no friends.
Okay, so I have friends, I've mentioned a few before, but no close friends. None of them call me, none of them invite me to do things. It's just, we're group friends, I'm part of the group... and nobody in the group is that talkative.
I hate talking on the phone, my intelligence level drops in half when talking on the phone. And yet, I wish people would call me. And yes, I realize maybe I should call someone... but who? I really don't know. They all have other friends they do things with, or they're always really busy with school and such.
My old roommate, Caitie, despite being my best friend (whatever that really means), never calls me and probably doesn't miss me since she has a boyfriend now.
I don't know if it's me, everyone else, or just God saying wait... I'm really tired of being lonely, but I don't know how to fix it.
I don't believe in leaving where I am just for the stupid selfish reason that I might find friends or love somewhere else.
I'll probably be happier tomorrow, when I'll see most of my group friends, and all the other people at church that I love.
But still, what good are days off if I always spend them alone?

18. Family Trips

This summer my family drove up to visit some of our relatives. I haven't been on a car trip with them for a while, so it was a fond reminder of all those hated family trips. Most of my extended family lives in Washington (this being where my parents grew up), so most family vacations growing up consisted of driving to Washington. Happily, we were meeting the extended family at a campground 3 hours away instead of the 8 hours away that they live.

So... car trips. I'm sure you've experienced a few... telling younger siblings to stop singing because you want to listen to the music, only to have a hard time not singing yourself. The annoying feel of your brothers sleeve constantly brushing against your arm. How boring it all gets so that you desperately start looking for letters on license plates and signs to keep yourself entertained.

Well, there are a few things that are annoying even as an adult. The major one, now that I can drive it is certainly harder being a passenger! I admit, I don't really care for the way my dad drives. This isn't because he's a bad driver. After all, he's worked many years as a driver... but this also means that he's driven a lot by himself. He also tends to get mad at bad drivers, and if you're tailgating, he'll stomp on the brakes to get you to back off. It's very hard to stay asleep when the car jerks suddenly.

We also have assigned seating in the car, and my place sucks. Gem gets carsick (even still as an adult, just not near as bad), so she gets to sit up front. Dad drives of course. Mom sits up front in the middle (I think because she's smaller, and because she likes sitting next to dad). Ian has long legs, so he sits behind Gem, because her seat is normally not quite as far back as dad's (which makes it a bit awkward for mom in the middle, especially in this car which doesn't have a real seat behind the middle, just an arm-rest in up position). This leaves shorter me behind dad... so I have to lean one way or the other to see out. I don't get motion sick as easily as Gem, but I will if I'm not watching out the window. Then, dad is constantly putting his arm up on the window sill and taking it down, so if I'm watching that way, I have to lean the other way... and leaning means I end up putting my arms to sleep.

So... I sleep most of the way there and back, because otherwise I go crazy! The main problem with this is that my dad prefers to go up the back way, and that is closer to their house. So I'm the one that has to get up and drive over way too early (though with 4 people in the house with 1 bathroom vs 2 people with 2 bathrooms, I don't have to get up earlier than them), and then drive the half hour home, by myself, after sleeping (which can sure make it hard to stay awake while driving), at about 11 pm.

But, if it wasn't for the travel... it was really great to see my relatives since I haven't gotten to see some of them for quite a while.

17. Pens and Time Travel

I realized the other day that I couldn't go back in time. I'd go crazy!
I need my pens!
The smooth slide across paper (I couldn't do without paper either!)... there is something so satisfying about it, even if I have nothing to write. (There is oddly somewhat of the same satisfying feeling when typing.)
I imagined standing back in time (not sure when, my imagination is a little fuzzy in the history department) and needing to sign something. So I pull my pen out of my back pocket (why the fact that wearing jeans would stand out didn't cross my mind?) and they would ask (A lady and her 13 year old son and 16 year old daughter, and maybe a couple smaller children, the details weren't that clear) "What on earth is that?" And I would say a pen and reach out to write.
The paper would be pulled away and I'd end up drawing on my hand to show it was really just a pen. This would of course make them even more horrified (the father joining the group at this point.)
So, I would give in and put my pen away before it was stolen and burned and I couldn't have it anymore.
Then I'd turn the quill in several directions and have to ask how to use it. At which "mother" would shake her head and "brother" would laugh and "sister" would think I'm stupid.
After I finally slaughter my writing, cringing all the while at the scratch of the quill on the paper, they would all laugh at my abysmal penmanship which isn't really that bad.... I can read it fine anyway.
Anyhow... my favorite pen at the moment is Pilot Precise Grip (bold). They carried them at Walmart until a couple weeks ago. Argh! At least other stores still sell them. I admit, my favorite part about them (and my friend Frankie's too) is that they write really well on skin and it can take a while to wash off.
My cousin gave me one of her favorite pens, Staedtler liquid point 7 is what it says, dunno where she buys them. They don't write on skin well :( , but they are one of the least scratchy fine point pens I've used.
Pilot precise V7 is pretty good, though extra fine is too scratchy and you have to go to certain stores to get the fine tip.
But, there are lots of other good options out there. If you care about pens, I happened across these review sites: http://penaddiction.blogspot.com/ , http://www.penreview.com/ , and http://penquest.wordpress.com/ .

16. Job 1:4-5

Job 1:4-5
And his sons would go and feast in their houses, each on his appointed day, and would send and invite their three sisters to eat and drink with them. So it was, when the days of feasting had run their course, that Job would send and sanctify them, and he would rise early in the morning and offer burnt offerings according to the number of them all. For Job said, "It may be that my sons have sinned and cursed God in their hearts." Thus Job did regularly.

As the notes in my Bible mention, these siblings must have been close.
Lord, I do wish that my sister and I could be close and rid of this constant misunderstanding of each other.
In some ways verse five reminds me of those fathers who beat their kids for what they 'were going to do'. Job has a nice alternative. He's a loving father, he wants his family to be right with God.
Lord, when (or if) I'm a mother, I want to always take my children and their problems to you. I want them to recognize that just one little curse, especially against You, is a sin that leads to death. God, please cleanse me of my sins and make me pure in Your sight!

<-- Job 1:2-3                                                                                                                     Job 1:6-7 -->

15. Softball and Sun

I don't like sports. Actually, most the time I hate sports. (Especially watching... Soccer wasn't too bad to play in youth group, and tennis, badminton, volleyball or swimming can be fun if it isn't really competitive.)

But, I've managed to sit through a couple softball games that I enjoyed.
My grandma's ex-husband's granddaughter plays softball, and twice I've gone with my grandma to watch. Because I don't care for sports, that is certainly not the reason I went. I go because, one, my grandma is getting old enough that although she is capable, we still don't like her driving an hour and a half away by herself. And mostly, two, now that she's divorced, she gets much more lonely.

So, the first softball game was about two years ago, and the first time that I remember meeting this family. I don't recall if she won the game that time or not, the field was situated about eye level... which meant when the wind blows (and it was really blowing that day!)... well, we didn't watch the game quite so much.
This year it was hot, running around 100 I believe. So, we didn't really talk so much during the game. (I got a lovely sunburn... of course I knew I should put on sunscreen, and of course my grandma had some, but... I didn't. My forehead is peeling now. Yuck.)
I don't know how the girls played with so much heat, but they won, 5 to 3. This meant they got to play again at 6 instead of right away at 4. Grandma was trying to make me decide whether we were going to go home then or stay and watch the other game. We ended up going back to the hotel (air conditioning, yay!), and hanging out with the younger daughter while the others went back for the second game (which they lost... but there were still more games to play the next day). I have a couple interests in common with the younger girl, so it was fun talking with her. Afterwards we went out for pizza and then grandma made me drive home. (She often does when it's dark out. It's really weird driving her van, I'm used to a huge vehicle, but not used to sitting up so high.)
Well, that's all I have to say for today except that I wonder how long I'll remember what I understand about softball at the moment.

14. Job 1:2-3

Job 1:2-3
And seven sons and three daughters were born to him. Also, his possessions were seven thousand sheep, three thousand camels, five hundred yoke of oxen, five hundred female donkeys, and a very large household, so that this man was the greatest of all the people of the East.

...On the other hand, I don't want ten kids and eleven thousand animals or a large houshold. Thank you God that I don't have overwhelming amounts of people and animals relying on me. I am glad to not be the greatest of all the people in the east or west. I don't want to stand out. Lord, help me to want to stand out from the world, to shine for you so others can see You in me. Sometimes I need to remember I'm supposed to be an alien here, and even though standing out makes me uncomfortable, that is what I'm here for. Thank you God that no matter how I fit in here on earth, You still love me and want me to shine for You. Guide me in Your Will and increase my faith!

<-- Job 1:1                                                                                                                                Job 1:4-5 -->

13. Money and a Job

How do people pick jobs? Do I have to stay at Walmart forever? Argggh!
I mean, Walmart isn't as bad as I thought it would be, but still, I make just enough to cover my bills. According to my money program on the computer, in 10 years I might have saved $2000. Now, I admit that I could budget better, but not better enough that I'll be able to afford a new computer (mine is an 8 year old laptop, and is falling apart), or a newer car, and get my other two wisdom teeth out.

I suppose there is still the hope I'll find someone rich to marry.
Ha.

So, at least I have a job at the moment. I can't complain too much. I've been without a job more than I want to think about. And, I do have a lot more than a lot of people. (A room full of shelves, 13 banana boxes worth of books, a old and cracked but still usable computer, the use of a car, food and water, a roof over my head....) So, it's not like I'm really complaining. Basically, I'm just unsure if the rest of my life is going to be wasted not saving money and not doing a job I really like.
But I don't know what job I really want.
I can tell you some of the things I'm good at: organizing, typing, colors and words, listening, following directions, attention to details, learning, collecting data, working by myself
I can also tell you what I'm not good at: working quickly, sales (convincing people of things), being sociable, anything to do with phones, leading, numbers, making decisions that effect other people (being decisive in general), explaining, high pressure, mechanical, hard work, anything not structured or where I don't know exactly what I'm supposed to be doing (at least to start out with), creativity
Got any suggestions of a good job for me?

I know, I keep telling myself that getting a different job is really so I can actually save money. (Who really wants to retire?) But, I can't help not wanting to get a job I won't enjoy. Honestly, with my wonderful social skills, I'm pretty sure nobody would hire me for a job I don't really want. (Which is why I'm working at Walmart- the person interviewing me was really nice and tricked me into being more talkative. I doubt that's gonna happen again.)

I have two years retail experience (too many people, help!), one or two years office experience (but most of those you have to use a phone and I hate phones), and tons of experience with kids (but I get tired of kids and I'm not sure what job I'd have with them anyway... not doing daycare and not good enough at explaining to be a teacher.)

If I was more decisive I might go into interior decorating. If I was more creative I'd write books. If I didn't need as much money I'd work for the church (our assistant secretary is retiring). If I was bolder I might go into missions. (I did want to be a missionary when I was little. What happened? Mostly I don't want to go somewhere far away alone!)

Honestly, I always thought I'd be married by now, stay at home and homeschool my three children. Ha! I'm 26. I've never been on a date in my life! I never meet new guys (unless you count the customers at Walmart). I work as a stupid cashier. I waste my time staring at the computer. And I keep forgetting to put God first. That's it. That's me. I don't know where I fit in this world.