Yo-yo girl and hot dog boy (updated!)
I enjoy hot dogs. Sadly, I cannot eat the 99¢ a pack hot dogs that I used to. I get gout and the nitrates in the hot dogs are just too much for the machine to process anymore. Sausages, for some reason don't cause the problems hot dogs do. Because of this, I have to be cautious about selecting what kind of hot dogs I can eat these days.
I wanted to go to the Weber State game last Saturday. Something just kinda told me I ought not go. Listen, I struggle with this whole alone thing but God has a plan for me. What that is, I will elaborate on at the end of the post, but back to the story. I was loafing on the sofa watching football on TV and I just kinda felt compelled to start figuring out what for diner. I had every intention when I left the house to BBQ steaks, have a baked potato and corn with it. I hate living alone. It's so hard to cook. But the idea changed in the parking lot of the Smith's. Get hot dogs. OK... hot dog it is.
So there I am, looking for hot dogs. The ones I wanted were $5. Yeah...no. So I'm standing there, studying the choices before me when this woman walks up and stands beside me.
I saw her before in the store, and she was pretty. A big girl, but blonde, voluptuous, just my type. A little young I thought, but at any rate, not for me under ANY circumstances. The first time I saw her, I hurriedly turned my head. No point in looking at what isn't for you. Especially when you're hungry.
But there she was...standing right next to me. And I catch some kind of movement out of the corner of my eye. I'm trying NOT to look with everything I have, but she's standing there, flipping a yo-yo and it keeps crashing into her car keys or jewelry or something in or on her hand and I can't help but not notice that this woman is playing with a yo-yo,
For like five minutes. And the only thing I can think of is that she's trying to get my attention.
So I finally ask her: "Is that a yo-yo?" She explains it is, and why she plays with it. At some point she had anger issues and the yo-yo is calming. Great....anger issues and armed with a weapon...but, still attractive, and.... at this point the fight is on.
The fight, of course is internal. I've already talked to her. Now it's: Introduce yourself.
NO!
Just do it.
NO!
I grabbed some sausages, some cheap hot dogs for just in case, and got the heck out of there. She left too. But now I need some buns.
I'm looking for the buns, but they're not on the isle they used to be, but yo-yo girl is. She must've been looking for the non-meat hot dogs, but I notice as I walk by, she missed and the yo-yo is dangling. I said something else, like "It forgot to yo", and walked on. Found my hot dog buns an isle over, and got out of the store.
Fast.
I'm just telling you a story today, not saying it meant anything, but even little things like a trip to the store can try to de-rail your blessings from you. Case in point...
A week ago Saturday night, Miss June shows up on my doorstep with two toddlers, a 3 year old boy and 18 month old girl, neither of which are her grandchildren. They are children Wendi, my ex-wife babysits. Her children were dropped off at relatives of their father. So, I gotta entertain two children, and I still scare kids because I'm so big...
I played for 5 hours with a 3 year old. I will be a good grandpa when that day comes, by the way. Anyway, when Wendi finally shows up to collect said people, instead of calling, she leaves her kids in the car and comes to the door with a friend in tow. Obviously, the friend has been briefed about me because I could feel the hostility oozing off this woman. But to my surprise, they came in.
That was weird. Anyway, Wendi starts talking to me about the dog, and as she's leaving she told me she wanted him back. I reminded her that I gave him to her once and her reply was that I drove to Indiana and stole him back. She said her dad said that he never told me once that I needed to come get the dog (there was that whole thing about me telling her I was going to get the dog and did she want me to bring some of her stuff back with me that I guess never happened either). She tells me technically the dog is still in her name (license, and he's not) and I replied that I gave her everything else she asked for and that I'm keeping the dog.
Her reply was: "you can keep the dog. I'll take the house."
God let me keep two things out of this nightmare: The house and the dog. Keeping the house has been such a struggle. Keeping it going is a daily fight. Bucket is my buddy. And she still wants my blessings.
So what is for me? What was the harm in talking to yo-yo girl? Why purposely hide and avoid the lady at work who kinda likes me? Why stay where I'm at?
Here's the second part of the story I promised:
Driving home from church yesterday. I was in a hurry because my team was on TV this week. But I had to move a box for one of the ladies at church after the service, which I gladly did. Which put me on the corner of 25th and Harrison behind a little red car with this license plate:
CINDYLU2
The world isn't that small, and there isn't that much coincidence on the planet.
Sometimes the plan doesn't make sense. But sometimes you gotta walk by faith and not sight. I read Isaiah chapter 50 today and was reminded to not "light my own torch or warm myself by a fire I lit myself". In short:
Don't chat up yo-yo girl.
I wanted to go to the Weber State game last Saturday. Something just kinda told me I ought not go. Listen, I struggle with this whole alone thing but God has a plan for me. What that is, I will elaborate on at the end of the post, but back to the story. I was loafing on the sofa watching football on TV and I just kinda felt compelled to start figuring out what for diner. I had every intention when I left the house to BBQ steaks, have a baked potato and corn with it. I hate living alone. It's so hard to cook. But the idea changed in the parking lot of the Smith's. Get hot dogs. OK... hot dog it is.
So there I am, looking for hot dogs. The ones I wanted were $5. Yeah...no. So I'm standing there, studying the choices before me when this woman walks up and stands beside me.
I saw her before in the store, and she was pretty. A big girl, but blonde, voluptuous, just my type. A little young I thought, but at any rate, not for me under ANY circumstances. The first time I saw her, I hurriedly turned my head. No point in looking at what isn't for you. Especially when you're hungry.
But there she was...standing right next to me. And I catch some kind of movement out of the corner of my eye. I'm trying NOT to look with everything I have, but she's standing there, flipping a yo-yo and it keeps crashing into her car keys or jewelry or something in or on her hand and I can't help but not notice that this woman is playing with a yo-yo,
For like five minutes. And the only thing I can think of is that she's trying to get my attention.
So I finally ask her: "Is that a yo-yo?" She explains it is, and why she plays with it. At some point she had anger issues and the yo-yo is calming. Great....anger issues and armed with a weapon...but, still attractive, and.... at this point the fight is on.
The fight, of course is internal. I've already talked to her. Now it's: Introduce yourself.
NO!
Just do it.
NO!
I grabbed some sausages, some cheap hot dogs for just in case, and got the heck out of there. She left too. But now I need some buns.
I'm looking for the buns, but they're not on the isle they used to be, but yo-yo girl is. She must've been looking for the non-meat hot dogs, but I notice as I walk by, she missed and the yo-yo is dangling. I said something else, like "It forgot to yo", and walked on. Found my hot dog buns an isle over, and got out of the store.
Fast.
I'm just telling you a story today, not saying it meant anything, but even little things like a trip to the store can try to de-rail your blessings from you. Case in point...
A week ago Saturday night, Miss June shows up on my doorstep with two toddlers, a 3 year old boy and 18 month old girl, neither of which are her grandchildren. They are children Wendi, my ex-wife babysits. Her children were dropped off at relatives of their father. So, I gotta entertain two children, and I still scare kids because I'm so big...
I played for 5 hours with a 3 year old. I will be a good grandpa when that day comes, by the way. Anyway, when Wendi finally shows up to collect said people, instead of calling, she leaves her kids in the car and comes to the door with a friend in tow. Obviously, the friend has been briefed about me because I could feel the hostility oozing off this woman. But to my surprise, they came in.
That was weird. Anyway, Wendi starts talking to me about the dog, and as she's leaving she told me she wanted him back. I reminded her that I gave him to her once and her reply was that I drove to Indiana and stole him back. She said her dad said that he never told me once that I needed to come get the dog (there was that whole thing about me telling her I was going to get the dog and did she want me to bring some of her stuff back with me that I guess never happened either). She tells me technically the dog is still in her name (license, and he's not) and I replied that I gave her everything else she asked for and that I'm keeping the dog.
Her reply was: "you can keep the dog. I'll take the house."
God let me keep two things out of this nightmare: The house and the dog. Keeping the house has been such a struggle. Keeping it going is a daily fight. Bucket is my buddy. And she still wants my blessings.
So what is for me? What was the harm in talking to yo-yo girl? Why purposely hide and avoid the lady at work who kinda likes me? Why stay where I'm at?
Here's the second part of the story I promised:
Driving home from church yesterday. I was in a hurry because my team was on TV this week. But I had to move a box for one of the ladies at church after the service, which I gladly did. Which put me on the corner of 25th and Harrison behind a little red car with this license plate:
CINDYLU2
The world isn't that small, and there isn't that much coincidence on the planet.
Sometimes the plan doesn't make sense. But sometimes you gotta walk by faith and not sight. I read Isaiah chapter 50 today and was reminded to not "light my own torch or warm myself by a fire I lit myself". In short:
Don't chat up yo-yo girl.
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