I was ready for some football and other stuff
I figured out what I need to get through this "season" of my life. I need a GF. NO, not a girlfriend. I had one of those once and God said NO!
I'm reading this book about God saying YES. I'm waiting for some yesses. The no's have, well been quite clear. Ask me about the flood, the broken foot and the tomatoes the lid blew off of. I can't divorce, I can't date, and I'm beginning to wonder if it's safe to even be just friends. I don't say those things lightly. They cause me consternation, and that's putting it mildly. I'm curious to know what the yes is going to be, because it seems that if I try to do anything to move the ball forward, the answer is NO. Maybe the no's are a part of the yes I just don't see yet.
What I need, I thought, is just a Girl Friday. You know, it's an old term for a helper. Bachelors used to have them. She'd come in, tidy up, maybe do some shopping or a few errands. She could help pick out stuff for the basement. In writing this, I googled the term and quickly decided a GF isn't what I need. At least the modern day version of it. The first couple of items in the search were for a company whose employees will come into my home and clean it while wearing only their underwear. What's the point of that? Sheesh, everything is garbage these days.
I would have been happy to find someone to help put up tomatoes and maybe fold and fluff the laundry, and
Anyway, I'm sticking with the good book and waiting for my yes.
On to football:
I was ready for some football after making the cheesecakes. I always sign up for desserts. I should have signed up for a salad. I have tomatoes, cucumbers, and onions and could have made a little greek salad with just a bit of Feta cheese. But no, because I used to own a bakery. I think I always have to make desserts. So I baked a cheesecake. OK, I lied. I baked three cheesecakes. This time I remembered to put the vanilla in. I picked some blackberries and swirled them in to see how that's going to taste. I had three springform pans, so I made three cakes. The nine inch for church, the blackberry swirl has to be tasted before it can be served to people, and the last one for me and the immigrant.
I'm really excited about this whole basement thing. It's really a blessing because one of the things I'm toying with is installing the big Blodgett oven. After all, they have to open the walls up and I have $1075 of my money (sort of) to invest in the project. I can have a home based business if I don't let the critters downstairs....ever.... There's a kitchenette downstairs. I have to get rid of the range that's down there anyway, so why not? Not deciding anything, but it's something to ponder. I think for it, as a home installed oven, I'd maybe need a hood (maybe not!) and just a gas line run to it. I still have the books someplace so after football tomorrow, maybe I'll look and see if the gas line to the house is big enough to support it.
Hey, why not? It's something to think about, right?
Cheesecakes to go!!!!!! Call Coop!
Or not.
I've laughed about the two toilets thing for a long time. Here's a new possibility: Install a urinal. Hey, it'll be a conversation piece. Black & white floor, commercial six rack convection oven, and now a urinal.
Do you see why God said it's not good? Do you know what kind of a menace I would be if left unchecked? Look, I can fix anything (just about) but it only takes a quick look into my bedroom to see that I cannot and should not be trusted to pick out colors for anything without adult supervision.
I can't even match shirts and pants. Remember, I own a shirt that I absolutely love and everyone in the world but me and the person who gave it to me think it's ugly.
Again, I'm just sayin'.
I still have my sense of humor, though, at least. I told someone this yesterday, and I'll say it again... good man knows his limitations. (Clint, how could you forget that memorable line? Empty chair? Really?)
I did a guy thing today though... I changed the oil (in the fryer!) and made some fried chicken and some chicken soup. It was a big package of chicken. June is the chicken soup pro around here, so I just got it to simmering. She's in charge of making it take less like water and more like soup.
BTW she says she's no good at picking out stuff.
Don't forget church tomorrow! We're heading up after the service to the mountains for some fellowship time! I'm so looking forward to that!
Blessings to you all,
Dale
I'm reading this book about God saying YES. I'm waiting for some yesses. The no's have, well been quite clear. Ask me about the flood, the broken foot and the tomatoes the lid blew off of. I can't divorce, I can't date, and I'm beginning to wonder if it's safe to even be just friends. I don't say those things lightly. They cause me consternation, and that's putting it mildly. I'm curious to know what the yes is going to be, because it seems that if I try to do anything to move the ball forward, the answer is NO. Maybe the no's are a part of the yes I just don't see yet.
What I need, I thought, is just a Girl Friday. You know, it's an old term for a helper. Bachelors used to have them. She'd come in, tidy up, maybe do some shopping or a few errands. She could help pick out stuff for the basement. In writing this, I googled the term and quickly decided a GF isn't what I need. At least the modern day version of it. The first couple of items in the search were for a company whose employees will come into my home and clean it while wearing only their underwear. What's the point of that? Sheesh, everything is garbage these days.
I would have been happy to find someone to help put up tomatoes and maybe fold and fluff the laundry, and
Anyway, I'm sticking with the good book and waiting for my yes.
On to football:
I was ready for some football after making the cheesecakes. I always sign up for desserts. I should have signed up for a salad. I have tomatoes, cucumbers, and onions and could have made a little greek salad with just a bit of Feta cheese. But no, because I used to own a bakery. I think I always have to make desserts. So I baked a cheesecake. OK, I lied. I baked three cheesecakes. This time I remembered to put the vanilla in. I picked some blackberries and swirled them in to see how that's going to taste. I had three springform pans, so I made three cakes. The nine inch for church, the blackberry swirl has to be tasted before it can be served to people, and the last one for me and the immigrant.
I'm really excited about this whole basement thing. It's really a blessing because one of the things I'm toying with is installing the big Blodgett oven. After all, they have to open the walls up and I have $1075 of my money (sort of) to invest in the project. I can have a home based business if I don't let the critters downstairs....ever.... There's a kitchenette downstairs. I have to get rid of the range that's down there anyway, so why not? Not deciding anything, but it's something to ponder. I think for it, as a home installed oven, I'd maybe need a hood (maybe not!) and just a gas line run to it. I still have the books someplace so after football tomorrow, maybe I'll look and see if the gas line to the house is big enough to support it.
Hey, why not? It's something to think about, right?
Cheesecakes to go!!!!!! Call Coop!
Or not.
I've laughed about the two toilets thing for a long time. Here's a new possibility: Install a urinal. Hey, it'll be a conversation piece. Black & white floor, commercial six rack convection oven, and now a urinal.
Do you see why God said it's not good? Do you know what kind of a menace I would be if left unchecked? Look, I can fix anything (just about) but it only takes a quick look into my bedroom to see that I cannot and should not be trusted to pick out colors for anything without adult supervision.
I can't even match shirts and pants. Remember, I own a shirt that I absolutely love and everyone in the world but me and the person who gave it to me think it's ugly.
Again, I'm just sayin'.
I still have my sense of humor, though, at least. I told someone this yesterday, and I'll say it again... good man knows his limitations. (Clint, how could you forget that memorable line? Empty chair? Really?)
I did a guy thing today though... I changed the oil (in the fryer!) and made some fried chicken and some chicken soup. It was a big package of chicken. June is the chicken soup pro around here, so I just got it to simmering. She's in charge of making it take less like water and more like soup.
BTW she says she's no good at picking out stuff.
Don't forget church tomorrow! We're heading up after the service to the mountains for some fellowship time! I'm so looking forward to that!
Blessings to you all,
Dale
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