Was it a God thing? (I fixed this, by the way)
If you could choose a theme for my life lately, it's simply this"
Once bitten, twice shy.
I had something odd happen to me today. We, somehow, have lost a couple of shovels (spade type) aroun' here and when I raked up the doggie bombs into piles (yuk!) there was nothing to scoop them into the bag with.
I have a system for cleaning up after the snow melts. When you try when it snows, you get more snow than poop, so it's just easier to leave them until it melts. Then you rake it up into piles, put a plastic bag into a five gallon bucket, add shovel, and viola' you're done. Takes about an hour. Grosses you out. You need to wear shoes you don't care for anymore. I keep a pair of throw-aways around just for this task. The shoes go, too.
Anyway, without a shovel, I had to go to Wal-mart. They had a kiddie shovel that was just perfect for the job. For six bucks. Can't beat that deal. I would have picked up the kiddie spade and rake for $4 but the flat nose shovel, in my humble opinion, looked like it would work better.
On the way home, I did some thinkin' about the squeeze. We've been dating off and on for almost six months and I guess we're to the point where she's the squeeze again. It's a tough thing; I like hanging out with her. She understands about Miss June. And she wants the job. I'm still not hiring, but it's been six months and I kinda have to decide something I think. Before you know it, it will be a year. We are really good friends.
What happened that she quit being my squeeze a while back she's tried to fix. I have to give her credit for that. But once bitten, twice shy. So better sense tells me no.
I think the matter worthy of God's attention, not because I'm incapable of deciding the matter on my own. But what if I'm missing out on a blessing by being twice shy? So I asked today and before I got the words out of my mouth, the oddest thing happened. My phone didn't ring but beeped and let me know I had a voice mail. It's happened before. What hasn't was that the squeeze pocket dialed me. And my phone didn't ring. It went to voice mail.
When I asked her if her phone makes a habit of pocket dialing. She told me it doesn't and that she had no idea she'd called me.
So, I wonder if this is a God thing.
At this point, anything is possible.
Once bitten, twice shy.
I had something odd happen to me today. We, somehow, have lost a couple of shovels (spade type) aroun' here and when I raked up the doggie bombs into piles (yuk!) there was nothing to scoop them into the bag with.
I have a system for cleaning up after the snow melts. When you try when it snows, you get more snow than poop, so it's just easier to leave them until it melts. Then you rake it up into piles, put a plastic bag into a five gallon bucket, add shovel, and viola' you're done. Takes about an hour. Grosses you out. You need to wear shoes you don't care for anymore. I keep a pair of throw-aways around just for this task. The shoes go, too.
Anyway, without a shovel, I had to go to Wal-mart. They had a kiddie shovel that was just perfect for the job. For six bucks. Can't beat that deal. I would have picked up the kiddie spade and rake for $4 but the flat nose shovel, in my humble opinion, looked like it would work better.
On the way home, I did some thinkin' about the squeeze. We've been dating off and on for almost six months and I guess we're to the point where she's the squeeze again. It's a tough thing; I like hanging out with her. She understands about Miss June. And she wants the job. I'm still not hiring, but it's been six months and I kinda have to decide something I think. Before you know it, it will be a year. We are really good friends.
What happened that she quit being my squeeze a while back she's tried to fix. I have to give her credit for that. But once bitten, twice shy. So better sense tells me no.
I think the matter worthy of God's attention, not because I'm incapable of deciding the matter on my own. But what if I'm missing out on a blessing by being twice shy? So I asked today and before I got the words out of my mouth, the oddest thing happened. My phone didn't ring but beeped and let me know I had a voice mail. It's happened before. What hasn't was that the squeeze pocket dialed me. And my phone didn't ring. It went to voice mail.
When I asked her if her phone makes a habit of pocket dialing. She told me it doesn't and that she had no idea she'd called me.
So, I wonder if this is a God thing.
At this point, anything is possible.
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