Queenies Little Kingdom

I remember being a teenager. I wanted my own car, so bad. I caught rides from friends and my parents everywhere (Lame). It was humiliating humbling! I would dream of my own ride and how cool it would be (a corvette, a jag or a beater). This was the 80’s remember? It’s easy to flash right back to those days though.

Like a transport back to the future, watching my girl walk her own path of car dreams is painful. I know how she feels. I felt the same way. I wondered if I would ever get my own car too. It doesn’t make it any easier when your brother has a car (and has had one since he turned 16) and most of all your friends as well. Matter of fact, that creates a whole new monster in patience. IT IS HARD!!

Time is ticking for her and I know it. Soon the summer will be over and she’ll begin taking college classes in the next town over. She will have to drive to get there. My car is not in the best condition. It’s older and needs some hefty maintenance. It’s also a gas hog. 🙁 I have a full-time job and another kid to haul around. Sharing is going to be very complicated and costly.

Just like her, I’m beginning to question if it will ever happen. I posted on Facebook yesterday about praying for something big for my family. I took a step of faith and am still waiting to hear if anything will come of it. A car would be a blessing and if it’s God’s will Ally will have one…..soon.

Still praying for THE RIGHT ONE at the RIGHT PRICE!

I really like it when my house is clean. Who doesn’t, right? It’s not like I’m some sort of slob or anything. But people live in my house. ADHD people and me (the lady with Fibromyalgia). Things pile up, dust settles, spiders (eww) sneak in, shoes lay around, computer parts & screws get left everywhere (grrrr) and the laundry room–OMGee! Face it, junk life happens.

Nothing makes you want to pick up and spruce things more than knowing someone’s coming to visit. That is my inspiration today. {What, you didn’t think I’m over here cleaning up all day long did you?} Our good friend from seminary days, Stephany is stopping in for a visit. She’s on her way to Illinois and we’re a good stopping place between her house and there. Yay, us! I know she wouldn’t mind if my house is messy. She’s actually LIVED with us before. She knows us. Really well. 😉

I managed to do some things I’ve been meaning to do. Move a few pieces of furniture. Swipe down dust bunnies and spiderwebs. Even clean windows! Wow, it looks good! As I surveyed my work…..that’s what I said to myself. Actually I said….

I LOVE MY HOUSE WHEN IT’S CLEAN!!

Don’t you?

Oh and I even have dinner ready to go in the oven. Funny how being hospitable can light a fire under you, huh?

I’m not ashamed to admit my love of power. I’m an addict. I love being able to control my surroundings. Maybe it’s a mom thing. Mom’s just don’t have a ton of time to dilly-dally. Life is hectic and filled with go-go’s and hurry up’s!

Having electricity pretty much dictates your success rate of accomplishing all that must be done to run a family. Wouldn’t you agree? Who cooks on an electric stove? {Holla} Who can’t leave the house without using some sort of PLUGGED IN hair styling appliance? {Oh yea} And what sort of dummy cannot open up the garage door “manually” to get her people moving machine out? {Shoot, that’s me!}.

Honey–where are you when I need you? 🙂

–With a tattoo
–Wearing any type of Doc Marten shoes
–Smoking (anything)
–Eating a beet or a radish (oooh shiver)
–Sunbathing at a nude beach
–On a date with anyone but my husband
–Saying I don’t love Jesus
–Driving a stolen car (possibly a golfcart)
–Disowning one of my kids
–Voting Democrat

I’m snobby! I admit it. My friend Betsy loves to point out all that I am a snob to. We laugh about it usually. But I’m sure to many who deal with me on a normal basis…..the desire to bonk me one is huge. I can’t help it. I’m just wired like this. Anal, annoying and obnoxiously opinionated!

I was just reading a great article on a nun who at the age of 80 was still participating in Tri-athalons. Yes, you read that right…8 0 !! Shocking, isn’t it? At the end of her interview she said, “It’s not about me….it’s about what God CAN DO through me!”. It brought me right back to me and all my weird quirkiness.

It’s not all about me. I’m just who God created me to be. Picky and headstrong about things that matter to me. If you want a tattoo, by all means go get one. Eat beets and radishes too (heck, have mine). I won’t judge. I don’t recommend stealing anyone’s car or picking up smoking. But if you’re not like me….I’m choosing to love you anyway. Just like I’d hope you would me.

God
Help me to be more like you. Show me your love and how to share it with others. Thank you for reminding me–it’s not all about me.
Amen

I woke up with great intentions today. I planned to do stuff that I normally put off until I can’t stand it anymore. Stuff like–change the sheets on my bed, wash the stinky dog, pay some bills and read. However, like every morning this week I awoke to a strange stomach thingy that has bugged me all day. Do not ask what it is, because I can’t tell you. It’s pain, discomfort and then gripping blah! Who knows why I’m having it? It’s just messing up my good plans and I don’t like it.

As I type, my clean sheets are waiting for me to rescue them from the dryer and lovingly place them back on my bed (where I’d like to go and curl up right now and *beller). Can’t do it! Feeling way too icky. The stank dog is at my feet sweetly dreaming of how happy she is to be the stinky girl. The bills are sitting here too……where I’m dreaming of paying them without so much as a wince in thoughts of my scrawny budget. Some day, right? 😉

The sun is shining today and it’s actually cool outside. I went out to sniff it out in hopes of a miracle cure for the stomach situation. No luck. But I did see my neighbors little dog out (named Sadie) and giggled as she got all hyped up when my Lizzy dog wandered over near her. Dogs are so funny! I could be a professional dog watcher. No joke!

My people are not sleeping right at my house. They stay up way too late and then want to sleep the day away. What is it about teenagers that make you so tired? I’m exhausted just observing their lives. Crazy.

Both my girls want to go see Owl City next week in Indy. They’ve devised a plan that includes their dad and I driving them up and dropping them off while we enjoy an evening “out”. Still thinking on this one.

Oh what am I waiting for? I have to get moving. Those sheets…….they need my help.

*beller–where I come from, that’s what we say about a noisy cow. “She’s bellerin for her baby!” {I know sounds totally bumpkin}