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My Life Thus Far
2006-08-31 03:16:38 (UTC)

Best Mommy-Foot Forward

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"Blessings are not enough. Blessings must come from
within. Without your own effort, it is impossible for
blessings to come."

This is so different from what I was taught in
Christianity! How many times was I told "You must pray to
God-Jesus-Christ-The Holy Father if you want a blessing to
occur". It turns out, that's crap! If I want a blessing, I
have to work for it. This makes much more sense. You
wouldn't pray for dinner to cook itself. You'd go in the
kitchen and cook it (or make you're eternally doting
husband do it). But, either way. Your effort is what
creates the blessing. Not wishing and hoping for it to
happen.

The Lincoln being at PSNS (Puget Sound Naval Shipyard)
sucks. The base, which is hardly large enough to handle
all the sailors on the two ships and two boats that are
home ported here, has been inundated. Now the base is
crawling with sailors. Ironic, seeing as how it's a Naval
base. Just when I was starting to gain the respect from
the Stennis vermin, now I have to deal with all the
delinquents on the Lincoln. They were in the gym, at the
Exchange, the Commissary. After five inappropriate
comments, cat-calls and whistles, I stopped keeping track.
I hate men.

Tonight I had to put my "caring and concerned mother" hat
on. Tonight was the back-to-school ice cream social at
Annie's school. I hate going to school functions, but I do
it for Annie's sake. She'd be really disappointed if we
(or at least I, when Snookums isn't home) didn't go. So, I
put my best mommy-foot forward and endured the longest
hour of my life. I didn't eat any ice cream, but I helped
Annie make her sundae, vanilla ice cream with chocolate
and strawberry syrup, M&M's and gummy bears. It looked
gross. Then, we went to her class, met her teacher and got
her settled in her new room. I put a month's worth of
money on her lunch account and got the hell out of there.
Thankfully, Kiki started to get fussy, so it was easy to
duck out on account of the screaming baby. Who says
children aren't good for something other than ruining your
sex life!

I think I'll be heading to bed now. Last night I put on my
most favorite sweat pants and an old t-shirt of Dad's. I'm
not even sure how I got it. It was in my bag when I got
home from San Diego, but anyhow. I was really comfortable
and slept well, so I'm going to recreate that feeling
again. Sleep sounds good right about now. I've got a
reoccuring headache that's really trying to wear me down.
I'll try not to let it. Ciao.




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