He was the pet of a friend. And I’m the friend’s sons second godmother (strange I know), making in a strange, odd, and weird way the fish part of my family.

Though I never met Freddy, he will remain in my…brain for…now.

May he enjoy his fishy reward.

There’s a song that’s inside of my soul.
It’s the one that I’ve tried to write over and over again
I’m awake in the infinite cold.
But you sing to me over and over and over again.

So, I lay my head back down.
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours
I know now you’re my only hope.

Sing to me the song of the stars.
Of your galaxy dancing and laughing and laughing again.
When it feels like my dreams are so far
Sing to me of the plans that you have for me over again.

So I lay my head back down.
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours
I know now, you’re my only hope.

I give you my destiny.
I’m giving you all of me.
I want your symphony, singing in all that I am
At the top of my lungs, I’m giving it back.

So I lay my head back down.
And I lift my hands and pray
To be only yours, I pray, to be only yours
I pray, to be only yours
I know now you’re my only hope.

Courtesy of Mandy Moore

Breakfast dishes is my Jesus Job Time time job, shortened to JJT time job, and it has been for the last 6 months. It’s a delightful affair. Really it is.

Some of the plus sides are:

1. I get a dishes help meet. So far I have had two. Sadly my first and I had to seperate for the works sake. I have fond memories of our time together though. My new one is cool. Dishes goes by so much faster if there are two people. It should be mandatory for all bigger homes to have two.

(But if you happen to be a lone soul doing dishes for your home of say…20 people, don’t get discouraged. Keep up the faith. And continue to read the rest. You will find encouragement. Eventually.)

2. The look after is an inspiration all by itself.

Now to be honest, it’s only “fun” Monday-Thursday. It seems Friday is the dubbed day for “use every dish and pan that is clean. wait, heck lets even reuse the dirty ones” and the kids have their own motto “let’s plaster the floor!”

Unfortunately, my dish partner is gone on Fridays, so I am left to face the gruesome giant of a kitchen by my lonesome self. But I LOVE FRIDAYS!

What we can gather from Fridays is that, our home seems to be well stocked in food and so we do not starve, at least not on Fridays.

I never heard this quote before until a friend sent it to me today. Supposedly it’s pretty famous.

I have my doubts about it’s trueness. I really don’t want to believe it right now. Everything within me is fighting it, but I know that eventually I’m going to have to accept fate and let life run it’s course. Life sucks. Love Stinks. Figuratively speaking of course.
I want to watch The Wedding Singer.

My one true love, Mountain Dew, is losing it’s attractiveness.

My clicking heels have ceased, I shall no longer wish to be home for I am home.

Yeah, it feels pretty good. Everyone missed me so much that I found a card on my bed with welcoming comments and notes…and a Snickers. It has been a long* while since I had a Snickers Bar.

I also got a new keyboard and mouse for my work computer. It’s LOVELY! No, not WONDERFUL, LOVELY. heh

I would like to sincerely thank:

The Woodlands Home in Houston for putting up with me for 4 days, and for taking me to the bus station, though there were unfortunate mishaps and miscalculations. I love you guys.

The Fiesta Home in San Antonio, for picking me up, dropping me off, and letting me stay in your home for 3 days. You guys rock.

Remember: Life is a puddle.

*Long= a month

I am ALIVE.
Yes, ladies and gents, I have survived the Greyhound Bus Trip.
And now I’m telling my tale.
And I’m going to keep on surviving.

Take that doubters and scoffers.

I’m sitting here, in the Woodlands, watching these kids singing, drawing, talking, making irrating noises with their pencils, when they are supposed to be doing school. This is grand. I miss being a kid.

Then there is Kevin, who by the way just made his very first comment ever on a blog (I’ll let you guys figure out which blog.) Yeah go figure. He also just happened to have brought me a cup of coffee. Nevermind, the fact that it’s 5:30 in the afternoon. Coffee…IT”S GOOD I TELL YOU.

Now that that’s out of my system.

Jesse, is somewhere. Good point where is that boy? Who knows. Probably up to no good…in the bathroom.
In actualilty I have nothing to say.

I’m leaving tomorrow for San Antonio. The last leg of my journey south…err…west?

Hopefully I’ll arrive in one piece.

Last night I went to an Orioles baseball game against the Oakland A’s with my relatives. It was…interesting. Slow moving but yet fun at the same time. The Birds won 5-3. All because….