I am not old, so what if I am on the other side of fifty, barely, I am not old. But I keep doing these old lady things. It is bad enough I walk into a room and immediately say "Why did I come in here?" I have gotten use to having to back track my steps to figure out that one.
But this last Friday takes the cake.
I went shopping on my lunch, I have to get out of the building where I work at the Post Office. Otherwise I am answering the phone or solving problems at the front counter. So here I am at Kohls. Just down the street from where I work. I get out of the car and make a mental note of where I am parked. (old lady thing) I am three spots from the handi-cap parking, with my car facing the door. Ok,I know where my car is parked, I can go in now. It was fun, picked up a couple of maternity tops for my daughter who is due in June and a new Faberware frying pan for myself. I was happy camper. Sometimes shopping is better than chocolate. Not as cheap though.
So I pay for my stuff and quickly head out the door. I only have an hour for lunch, Imust be getting back. I go straight to where the car should be parked. The third spot from the handi-cap one, facing the door. But there is no car. That's ok I am not going to panic yet, I calmly look up and down the rows of Mini-vans and Suv's, Expecting to see my little car at any moment. But mine is no where to be found. Ok now I start to panic, just a little. I have all these thoughts going through my head at once as I am standing there in the spot where my car should be. "How am I going to get back to work?" "WHY on earth would any one want to steal my Chevy Prizm.?" "Oh no! Do I even remember my license plate number?" Ok now I am ready to loose it. That sick feeling settles in my stomach. Ok I have to do it, I have to call the police and let them know. "Oh Lord please don't let me cry when I am talking to the cops."I pick up my cell phone, I have to do it, I have to dial 911. But then I thought "ok just maybe I parked on the OTHER side of the building." I guess I have nothing to loose but to go and looked before I make "the call"
Oh brother..............there it is...... my car...........in the third spot from the handi-cap one......facing the door. But is the the door on the EAST side of the building.......not the NORTH. And as I look at the door and the outside of the building, it looks EXACTLY the same.
Good Lord, how can I be such an idiot. So driving back to work I decided I needed to be a responsible shopper and write Khols. After all I am sure I am not the only person this has happened to. There should be some kind of shopper law that states both sides of your building can not look the same. They could have at the very least painted one of the doors red.
My life continues.......
March 30, 2008
March 24, 2008
Its been a hard day
It is late and its been a hard day. And I don't know what to write. I having been looking at other blogs getting ideas but is not stiring up those creative juices.
It was funny this weekend though. Had my granddaughter staying with me she is 8 and very much a little Diva. Well she has seem to take a liking to my back scratcher. As she walked out
my bedroom door she said "Grandma when you pass can I have your back scratcher?" I laughed
out loud and quickly informed her that I did not need to pass in order for her to have a back scratcher. She is the love of my life and is forever saying things that amaze me. I need to write more about those kinds of things.
To me blogging is alot like journeling, which is something I have always had problems with. I want to learn though to be able to write what I am feeling. So I will stumble along here.
It was funny this weekend though. Had my granddaughter staying with me she is 8 and very much a little Diva. Well she has seem to take a liking to my back scratcher. As she walked out
my bedroom door she said "Grandma when you pass can I have your back scratcher?" I laughed
out loud and quickly informed her that I did not need to pass in order for her to have a back scratcher. She is the love of my life and is forever saying things that amaze me. I need to write more about those kinds of things.
To me blogging is alot like journeling, which is something I have always had problems with. I want to learn though to be able to write what I am feeling. So I will stumble along here.
March 21, 2008
My first blog! Oh my word what a strange concept, me blogging? I am taking a step or I should say a flying leap off the edge. But for so long I have had a deep desire to put into words all that I feel or see. So with the help of my friend Jules I have jumped off the edge of the abyss into the unknown. The thing I want to do most here is not take myself to seriously.I want to learn and grow and become a better writer.So I am taking baby steps And boy am I scared.
My first post
A Friday Blessing
It was Friday at the Post Office, I had a gentleman at my counter mailing a package to his father. Two things were obvious. One; that his father was a man of the cloth since the package he was mailing was addressed to Bishop so and so. And second; that he was concerned about how much this was going to cost. I see this quite often, those that are mailing items that you know for them spending the money for postage is a strain on their finances. It is sad,
I wish I could pay the postage every time I saw this. Anyway we had pleasant conversation while he was at my window, it has always been amazing to me how much you can learn about someone in the two or three minuets that they stand in front of you. I took care of his package and then he left.
By this time I was helping two young women. One of the handed me two envelopes with money inside, she had found them in the lobby. People leave things all of the time in the Post Office and for the most part they never come back for their items. As I looked at the envelopes though there was something familiar about the writing. I thought of the gentleman I had just waited on.
I retrieve his package and sure enough it was the same. So I wrote down his address. Thinking later I would write him a note, asking if he had lost something while he was at the Post Office. I knew if it was his He would be able to tell me what it was and how much. I put it aside until the end of the day.
So here it is Friday night at 7:00, I want to go home I am tired it has been a long week. And then I remember about writing the letter to this man. My first reaction was "oh man, I don't want to do this." But remembering how he stood in front of me and counted his pennies I knew this would be important. So I wrote the letter and once more headed out the door. But once again I was stopped. There was that little voice saying "no at letter is not enough" I knew the Lord prompted me to call him. It is Friday night, I knew he wouldn't get the letter or the money until Monday and when you are in need $20.00 dollars can be a fortune.
So off into the office I go to look up his number on line, it took a little bit of doing but I managed to find it. I called and first got his mother. I can't imagine what I must have sounded like trying to explain why I was calling. She must have been thinking this lady from the Post Office is a crazy person. Once I got a hold of the man I had waited on he told me he had been looking everywhere for the money. His room, his car his office any where he could thing of.
Now here is the cool part. He had told me he had just been praying, "Thank-you God for such an awesome day...thank you for all that I accomplished But God you know how important that money is to me if someone finds it and needs it so be it. But God if you could possibly get it back to me"............and that is when I called.
God is so amazing................. I love how he orchestrates the day. I would have missed out on this blessing if I would have shrugged off the prompting to write the letter in the first place and gone home like I wanted to. What a lesson in obedience!!!
Isn’t God Good
My first post
A Friday Blessing
It was Friday at the Post Office, I had a gentleman at my counter mailing a package to his father. Two things were obvious. One; that his father was a man of the cloth since the package he was mailing was addressed to Bishop so and so. And second; that he was concerned about how much this was going to cost. I see this quite often, those that are mailing items that you know for them spending the money for postage is a strain on their finances. It is sad,
I wish I could pay the postage every time I saw this. Anyway we had pleasant conversation while he was at my window, it has always been amazing to me how much you can learn about someone in the two or three minuets that they stand in front of you. I took care of his package and then he left.
By this time I was helping two young women. One of the handed me two envelopes with money inside, she had found them in the lobby. People leave things all of the time in the Post Office and for the most part they never come back for their items. As I looked at the envelopes though there was something familiar about the writing. I thought of the gentleman I had just waited on.
I retrieve his package and sure enough it was the same. So I wrote down his address. Thinking later I would write him a note, asking if he had lost something while he was at the Post Office. I knew if it was his He would be able to tell me what it was and how much. I put it aside until the end of the day.
So here it is Friday night at 7:00, I want to go home I am tired it has been a long week. And then I remember about writing the letter to this man. My first reaction was "oh man, I don't want to do this." But remembering how he stood in front of me and counted his pennies I knew this would be important. So I wrote the letter and once more headed out the door. But once again I was stopped. There was that little voice saying "no at letter is not enough" I knew the Lord prompted me to call him. It is Friday night, I knew he wouldn't get the letter or the money until Monday and when you are in need $20.00 dollars can be a fortune.
So off into the office I go to look up his number on line, it took a little bit of doing but I managed to find it. I called and first got his mother. I can't imagine what I must have sounded like trying to explain why I was calling. She must have been thinking this lady from the Post Office is a crazy person. Once I got a hold of the man I had waited on he told me he had been looking everywhere for the money. His room, his car his office any where he could thing of.
Now here is the cool part. He had told me he had just been praying, "Thank-you God for such an awesome day...thank you for all that I accomplished But God you know how important that money is to me if someone finds it and needs it so be it. But God if you could possibly get it back to me"............and that is when I called.
God is so amazing................. I love how he orchestrates the day. I would have missed out on this blessing if I would have shrugged off the prompting to write the letter in the first place and gone home like I wanted to. What a lesson in obedience!!!
Isn’t God Good
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