Friday, November 30, 2012

Five on Friday...

     For a while last year I was trying to blog every Friday about one thing a day that I had been grateful for that week.  To be totally honest, there were some weeks when I didn't want to write on Friday because I was so depressed it was a struggle to think of just one thing, let alone five.

     Looking back now... when I have so much less than what I did a year ago... I'm embarrassed at how hard it was for me to feel grateful for what I had, and how much I took for granted.  This week has been another of those emotional roller coaster rides and suddenly it is Friday again and I know that I must be grateful.  I must not take for granted what I have.

     Today I lost a piece of my heart and what is left is broken.  I am not grateful for that right now, but do know that there are other things to be thankful for ... and for that ... I am grateful.

1.  The trust in an abandoned beagle's eyes.
2.  A friend like Shirley, who will drive me to a doctor's appointment even tho she lives across town and I have no money to give her for gas.
3.  Spaghetti with love.
4.  Friends and angels in the blogosphere.
5.  A kind notary who corrected a date and faxed it back, then had a copy dropped off for me so I wouldn't have to walk six miles.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Sweet Ann...

Sweet Ann may have a home for the holidays.
I met a woman this evening who works with a Coon Dog rescue group.
Shellie [another of those angels in disguise I've met lately] said that if I can get her into my garage,
she could get her vetted and re-homed.
She already had a family with three young girls who have said they would love to have her.
So that's my goal for this weekend.
Getting Sweet Ann a home for the holidays.

Dreams of Clarity...

     I dreamed the other night that I purchased the house I had lived in while I was in Texas.  I really did love that house and the humongous back yard that Trooper loved to run big circles around.

     In my dream I was remodeling the inside... pulling up the old, stained carpet and linoleum;  putting down wood flooring; painting rooms and putting up crown molding; stained glass inserts in the half-round windows; and all of the other "dream" projects I had wanted to do if I had stayed.

     When I was looking for a house to rent shortly after moving to Killeen, I looked at houses that had "forever potential" ~ whether it was a house I might want to buy one day and make my home. The house I finally rented had the top four things I wanted in my forever home.

#1 ~ A big, fenced in back yard with room for veggie and flower gardens [with the surprise bonus of a pergola perfect for wisteria, morning glories, moonflowers, and climbing roses].
#2 ~ A fireplace with a beautiful mantle that made the living room feel like a room I could live in.
#3 ~ A large kitchen for entertaining [and dancing].
#4 ~ A huge master bathroom with a garden tub [perfect for relaxing bubble baths while sipping wine and listening to relaxing music].

     Mostly tho... it had potential.
That dream house with a fresh dusting of snow.
     What I have come to realize with my dream the other night is that sometimes, what we really want is right under our nose and we just don't realize it.  The clarity I received from that dream is that right now I am "remodeling" my life.  I am "rebuilding" and "redecorating" it room by room.  I'm purging, creating, changing....  The potential is me... and in making my dreams come true.  I left that dream house in Texas, but there is still the potential to find it again somewhere else... or to build it wherever I am.  Because no matter where I go... there I am.

Warmed inside and out...

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Finding what I lost...

I found this when I was looking for another picture.
I had forgotten about it, but remembered the moment instantly when I saw it.
Christmas Day 2007 in Rudesheim, Germany.
I was looking for my childhood and walked along the river,
hoping for a picture of the Mäuseturm.

Today when I was looking for another picture,
I was looking for my past.
I wanted a picture of the house we had in Texas.
Because it was my dream house.

But when I saw this picture,
and remembered that moment,
the person I was...
the person I wanted to be...
the person I was looking for...

I realized that my dreams can still come true.

Yeahbutts...

      I got called out today when I went for my woman's exam at the county health department.  I was in a bit of a funk ... I get that way when I have to sit and list all of my health concerns and then top it off with "and I have no job, no income, and no health insurance."  My fears begin to surface and so do my self-doubts. Apparently when I was whining to the case worker, I must have said "Yeah, but..." and she immediately snapped to attention like she was a drill instructor.

     Excuse me, what did you just say?
          [Me... with a confused look on my face...]  Um... I was just telling you about this cancer and ...
     And you said "yeah, but."
          [Me] I did?
     Yes, and you need to erase those words from your vocabulary because they just breed like rabbits and before you know it you will have a room full of yeahbutts and self-doubts.  You need to claim healing, and think of yourself as being well and healthy.  You need to realize that you are worthy.  Now say it.
          [Me] Say... yeah but?  [in my defense, I confess I only had one cup of coffee this morning before I got to the clinic and my brain was not quite awake.]
     No!  Say you are worthy of being healed and that you are worthy of being well and that you are worthy.
          [Me] Worthy of...?
     Worthy of everything good in life.  You are worthy.
          [Me] I am worthy.
     Say it again, but say it with feeling.  Believe it when you say it.  Close your eyes and visualize it washing over yourself.
          [Me] I.  Am.  Worthy.   I am worthy.  I am.
     Okay then.  Now, where were we?

     I went in for an exam and not only got that, but I got an attitude adjustment in the process.  Because I am.  Worthy.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Talking in circles...

     My Mom just turned 71 [actually just started her 72nd year... just sayin' Mom...].  I love her to pieces and cherish our daily telephone chats.  She's in North Carolina, I'm in Florida.  I haven't been able to get to visit face-to-face with her since 2007, so I miss her a lot.

     Sometimes, tho, our phone conversations are sort of like talking in circles.  Almost like a Who's on first?  routine.  Like the conversation we had last night...

     Mom:  So what did you do today?  Was it a quiet day?
     Me:  Yes, sort of.  I spent most of the day trying to earn the trust of the beagles that were dumped in the woods.  I spent a good bit of time sitting on the cold ground talking to myself, but I was finally able to pet the little girl.
     Mom:  Whose little girl was it?
     Me:  What little girl?
     Mom:  The little girl you were petting.  Whose little girl is it?  One of the neighbors?
     Me:  Why would I be petting a little girl?  I was talking about the girl dog.  A four-legged girl, not a two-legged girl.
     Mom:  I was just wondering.  You were talking about the dogs and then started talking about a two-legged girl, so I was just curious about who she was.
     Me:  I wasn't talking about any two-legged girls.  I was just talking about the dogs.  I think I'd get arrested if I was petting someone's daughter like it was a dog.
     Mom:  I'm so confused.  



Saturday, November 24, 2012

What patience can bring...

Lil' Ann
Sitting in the dirt.
Talking to the trees.
And a shared love for beef stix.
She came close enough to sniff my hand,
and take a tiny bite.
But not close enough to let me scratch behind her ears.
Tomorrow.
Maybe.

~*~*~

This afternoon and tonight.
Sitting on the cold ground.
Talking to the shadows in the trees.
Thick slices of chicken bologna to tempt her.
She finally came close and let me scratch behind her ears,
run my hands along her sides and back,
and tell her that not all people are mean and scary.
The other two came closer to watch and listen.
I was relieved to see the third one that I hadn't seen him most of the week.
This sweet girl followed me part of the way home, as if to come inside.
I left the garage door cracked in case they wanted to sleep inside tonight.

Patience.

Winning.

Friday, November 23, 2012

Small steps...

     This morning the two beagles were laying out by the water bucket and an empty plastic bowl... waiting patiently for me to feed them.  I wasn't able to get food to them yesterday, but since they had eaten an entire bag on Wednesday after two or more days of nothing at all, I didn't want to overwhelm their systems and wanted to give them a chance to purge anything unhealthy.

     I've decided to name the female "Little Ann" after one of the two coon dogs in the book Where the Red Fern Grows by Wilson Rawls.

     Yesterday I took a sleep t-shirt I had worn for several days and set it beside the water bucket so they could become familiar with my scent and also that of my dog, Trooper's.  Today when I brought them food, the female let me get within ten feet of her and was whining and low wagging her tail.  The male is still very skittish, but even from the safety of the woods he stayed closer than he has in the past few days.

     I talked to them as I approached, and while I was opening the bag of dog food for them.  The female stayed just behind the large tree, but close enough to hear me until after I walked away then she came and began eating.  When I got out to the street, the male felt safe enough to approach the food.

     I hope that by Monday when the rescue organizations I've contacted are back to work that I will have gained their confidence enough to get them the help they need.  Neither of them have collars, but if they have microchips, perhaps the people that dumped them can be punished.

Thursday, November 22, 2012

Happy Thanks Giving...

     I realize that Thanksgiving is an American holiday and tradition, but giving thanks is something that is universal.

     This year I am so grateful for angels, friends, family, my dog and cat.  

     I am thankful to have a roof over my head, a bed to sleep in, and clothes to wear.  

     I am grateful for food in my pantry, electricity to keep the refrigerator and stove working, heat to make me comfortable, and fresh, running water.  

     I am thankful for my health, to be able to see, hear, taste, touch, speak and to walk.

     I am grateful for my faith which sustains me on my darkest days and nights.

     I have so much to be thankful for... because no matter how little I might have... I have enough.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Abandoned...

     Some *jerk* [which is being very polite and mild considering what I'd like to call them] dumped three beagles in the woods across the street from my house this weekend.  They woke me up Sunday morning with their baying ~ I have to wonder if they weren't crying and calling as they chased the *jerk* who dumped them before realizing they'd been abandoned.

     They are emaciated and very skittish.  I'm sure their mistreatment began before they were dumped.  I've been trying to gain their confidence by talking to them, and they are slowly allowing me to move closer.  I can't see any collars on them, but they appear to be between one and four years old, two males and a female that are probably all related.

     I don't have much food for myself right now, or for Mr. T.  But I had to spare some chicken to put in the woods for them this morning after I saw where one of them had thrown up dead leaves and twigs.

     It angers me that someone would just dump them in the woods ~ rather than contacting a shelter or rescue organization.  I can sense their fear and confusion... as well as their feeling of betrayal and abandonment.  The female started to wag her tail to me today, so I know that someone has shown them love and kindness in the past.  I want so much to rescue them, gain their trust, and give them hope again.  I want so much to at least feed them, but have nothing more that I can spare.

     I put a call in today to a beagle rescue in St. Augustine ~ the closest to me, but still almost a six hour drive away ~ and I've emailed and called friends.  I don't know what else to do for them right now except pray that they will survive.

     Being abandoned... it is a feeling that I'm quite familiar with lately and while I know that I will survive... I want so much for these three dogs to survive as well.

Burrowing...

     Days like today ... when the sun has set by 4:30p and it is completely dark outside by 5:30p ... I want to burrow into bed early.

     I'm awake and out of bed early in the morning, but can't seem to stay focused on the things I need to do.  Time seems to fly by.  I wake early to make phone calls and to organize boxes of things scattered in one of the spare rooms.  Suddenly I realize that half the day has gone by and I haven't done any of the things I had intended.

     There are changes coming in the next two months.  Some I know are "sure things."  Others still hopes and dreams.  I have things to do to prepare, but find it hard to be motivated right now.  The changes that have happened already are overwhelming my thought processes and I feel like I'm spinning in the room with no idea of where to start.

     I have no plans for Thanksgiving, and am trying to decide if I want to even unpack my Christmas decorations.  The holiday bug just hasn't bitten me yet.  I need to find some way to get into the spirit and to stay motivated for the future without being overwhelmed.  I think I will just start with one thing ... tomorrow.

Monday, November 19, 2012

Let's get real...

Dear Oprah,

First I'd like to say how much I admire the successful career you've had, and the inspiration you are to women, and especially women of color. I admire how much you give back, and have given to your viewers, readers, and fans. Last night I watched your Favorite Things show on your network, and was pleased to see the gifts you gave to the military spouses ~ one of them even looked like a woman I used to work with, Angel B.

Especially touching was one woman who gave up her career to take care of her husband after he was injured ~ almost everything you gave to her, she was already thinking of how much it would help her husband, or that it was a gift she could give to one of her children just so that they would be able to have a Christmas this year.
As much as I admire and respect you and your generosity, though, I have to wonder if you realize that the rest of us live in a real world, and not the exclusive, gated society that you've climbed that ladder to achieve. The gift list that you've shared with your readers and fans of your 60 favorite things ~ things you would like to give or receive for Christmas ~ is ... unrealistic for most of the people who read your magazine or watch your OWN network. Especially in this economy, there might be 1% of the world's population that could seriously consider buying some of the things you put on your list.

Soap for $17 a bar? I'm going to have to stick to that six bar pack for $3.50, I think. "Why not give the gift of good health?" with the exercise equipment you'd give ~ because the $3,099 that it would cost me, it would be better spent going to see the doctor to find out if my cancer has returned, or maybe to the eye doctor to see if my retina is getting ready to tear in my one good eye. I don't have health insurance anymore, and being out of work for six months makes it a little hard to pay cash for the office visit.

Sweaters for $198 each? I'm glad you can afford to buy them in every color, but for $198 I could go shopping at a thrift store and fill my closet. Those winter coats for $458 each would probably keep a lot more than just one person warm if it was spent to buy coats for ten homeless veterans.

I can't even dream of spending $395 for a purse made by a person I've never heard of (or even one I had heard of). Even if I could dream of it, it would become a nightmare to use it because I'd be worried about a purse-snatcher. The purse would be worth more than anything else I have in my wallet... unless it was the wallet you picked for your list at $138. A candle for $45... I'd never be able to light and enjoy it. Lipsticks for $192 ~ I couldn't afford to kiss under the mistletoe this year! $195 for a pair of sneakers ~ I'd probably step in dog poo the first day I wore them.

If I had the money I could buy a dozen boxes of cake mix, blue food coloring, and cream cheese frosting and take them down to the local children's home and have a party for kids who won't get to spend the holidays with their parents for the $42 you would have me spend on one Blue Velvet Cake. And the truffles? What's up with those? My food stamps are gone until next month and my freezer is almost empty. For what you spent on some expensive and fancy fungi, I could eat for a month. Three different alcoholic gifts that ranged in price from $52-275? Maybe we can just forget about the economy and drink our troubles away. I've heard that good liquor doesn't give you a hangover, so I'd be ready to look for a job in the morning at least.

Next year, Oprah, I'd really love to see a list of favorite things that I could actually shop from. Just sayin'

Respectfully,

Cindi

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Sunday Selections...

     Joining with River in Australia this morning with a photo meme originally started by Kim at FrogPondsRock, but now continued by River and The Elephant's Child.  Join us... if you dare... I have no theme, just some random photos that I took this week.
Oreo contemplating whether or not to take the neighbor's boat out fishing.

Blue heron waiting to catch blue crabs before the trap does.
One day I would like a house surrounded by a rainbow of Gerber Daisies.  They just make me smile.

The local nut house.  I have a room reserved...

Thursday, November 15, 2012

The human connection...

     There is an electric cooperative office on my walk.  Their sign says that they are "The Human Connection."  I was thinking about that on Tuesday as I walked.  The human connection... how people connect with people is sometimes the thing that keeps our individual "power" on.  Our energy.  Our strength to continue.

     A touch can express compassion without speaking a word.  A hand up out of the darkness of despair can bring us into the light of hope.  A human connection to living with joy again.

     Sometimes there isn't even a touch needed to make that connection.  It can be made by a card, a letter or a package in the mail... in an email... or by a phone call.

     This morning I was making calls to area churches that offer financial assistance trying to find a way to keep the water from being shut off next Tuesday.  No one has any funds, not even the United Way or Salvation Army.  I didn't know what else to do except pray... and mentally plan what I would need to wash or do before Tuesday to ensure that I had clean clothes, clean dishes, and a clean body.  I mentally inventoried my kitchen cabinets to see what would hold water, even though I know my neighbor would allow  me to use her outside hose... I wanted to be sure that I wasn't going to inconvenience her too much.

     In the midst of my thoughts and prayers, the phone rang.  It was Nikki at the Good Shepherd Lutheran Share Ministry.  I had called her on Tuesday to give her my new [temporary] home number before I walked up there [only to find their doors closed].  She had been looking for my number because a financial gift had come in for me.  Just enough to keep the water on.

     Tomorrow morning I will make that walk again to accept the gift... of a human connection.

These are my Grandfather's hands holding my Aunt Linda ~
keeping her safe.
I remember his hands from my childhood ~ how they always felt safe.

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

I dare you...

     I'm linking with Jamie Ridler Studios this morning and she prompts us with this question... What do you dare to wish or wish to dare?

     Yesterday, I walked up to one of the nearby churches that has helped me in the past.  It was a 1.78 mile walk one way, and the weather was cooler than it had been this summer when I had walked it.  The purpose of the trip itself was wasted since the Share Ministry was closed for the day due to illness and won't open again for two weeks.  But while I was walking I filled out two applications, got a website address to send a resume, and enjoyed the sounds and smells that brought back memories [tho the car exhaust of commuters going home at the end of the day was not so pleasant].

     A large work truck drove past me that made me think of the spaceship George Jetson drove, then a logger truck went past that almost pushed me into the bushes next to the side walk.  It was carrying a full load of freshly cut pine trees and made me think of Christmas.

     This morning I'm daring to wish for a job... for financial abundance... for the ability to repay my debts and pay forward the gifts many have given to me.  I'm daring to wish for success as an author... to have my own mini J.K. Rowling success story.  I'm daring to wish for work that will take me farther than I ever dreamed.

     I'm also wishing to dare... to double dog dare... that in this month of giving thanks and next month's time of giving blessings... that we all reach out to bless one another in ways that will change lives.  Big or small, spoken or unspoken, known or unknown... practice acts of kindness.
2009 Christmas in Alaska


Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Whispers...


I'm not a fan of Cesar Millan or his methods.  But I do like this quote:

“Spiritual fulfillment doesn't have to mean belief in a religion or disbelief in science.
... Whether one believes in an unseen, all-knowing force,
or the wonder of science and the universe,
or simply the beauty of the human spirit,
nearly every one of feels an inner longing
to feel part of something bigger than ourselves.”
~ Cesar Millan - The Dog Whisperer ~

I feel part of something bigger just by being part of my dog and cat's lives.

I feel part of something bigger every time I watch the sun rise,
a flower bloom,
and a hummingbird fly.

I feel part of something bigger just by touching the waves as they wash against the shore,
the exquisite lightness of a butterfly's wing,
and the tender softness of a new life. 

I feel part of something bigger just by the taste of a snowflake on my tongue,
the salt in tears of joy,
and hot chocolate on a cold day.

I feel part of something bigger just by the smell of flowers in the spring,
snow in the winter,
and warm bread in the oven.

I feel part of something bigger just by listening to a baby's laugh,
the rain fall,
and the whisper of the wind in the trees.

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1 Timothy 4:13

13 Until I come, devote yourself to the public reading of Scripture, to preaching and to teaching.

     I loved teaching.  I loved seeing the look on someone's face when they suddenly made a connection between what they were reading or hearing and what they had been thinking.  When someone would come to me and say "Wow.  I understand things now."

     I taught classes in business management and human resources at Embry-Riddle Aeronautical University for a little over three years.  Not rocket science by any means, but still classes with an impact because what I really wanted to do was to teach my students how to interact with people they worked with... either as managers in the future, or their co-workers.

     "Students."  A generic term.  I taught adults of all ages and from all backgrounds who had a desire to learn.  Some were new Airmen, on their first assignment, already hating the military but wanting to take advantage of the opportunity to learn.  Others about to retire and enter the "real world" work force.  There were some who wanted to advance their current careers and needed a degree for promotion.

     Each new class I would ask them to simply be open-minded enough to consider things from a different perspective.  We would discuss the mandatory university dictated learning requirements from the syllabus, and then I opened the floor to discussion and debate of related news or work topics.  I tried to show a documentary or movie that pertained to the subject each night.

     I loved when someone would return the following week and tell me how they had taken one of our discussions or debates to work and shared it with co-workers.  Or how they had come to realize something important and changed their way of thinking because they had listened with an open-mind to a new perspective.

     When I share God's word... when I share Scripture... in my blog posts I am doing so in faith that one day I will reach someone who has opened their mind... and heart... to a new perspective.   Someone who is open to the acceptance of the promises that were given to us thousands of years before we were ever considered.

     Open your heart to receive the gift of forgiveness.  Imagine, if you will, the incredible lightness of being that comes with knowing that you are loved just as you are... that you have always been loved even when you doubted... and that you always will be loved even if you still doubt.

You are loved.

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Sunday Selections...

     I was awake at 2:30 this morning.  I had turned trying to find some comfortable way of sleeping without a pillow [more on that later] and saw flashes of light in my left eye [the good one]... while it was closed... which can only mean one thing which I shall not speak of because I refuse to claim it, but a call to my eye doctor is in order to see if they have a program for indigents.  [What an awful word that is.  How did I get to this point of identifying myself as one?]

     After quite a bit of tears, I got up and made coffee, ate some oatmeal, and read my daily devotions and scriptures.  Prayed.  A lot.  Then I bundled up and decided to watch the sun rise.

     I loved the early morning Moon dance with Mars as the sun is just beginning to paint the sky.  The wind was blowing about 10 miles an hour and was quite chilly coming across the water.  I walked down to the park, near a pine tree, and when I closed my eyes I could imagine myself in the mountains above Lone Pine, CA where I once camped and fished in a glacier fed stream that sounded just like the wind blowing in the tree.


     I had thought about doing a 30-day photo project of sunrises, but have decided that it will need to wait until spring.  When the weather is warmer.  It was 45F this morning at 5:30a when I walked out to the beach and I'm sure with the wind chill, even colder than that.  Or at least it felt like it was through my jeans.  [What can I say?  I'm a weather wimp.]

     And now you can see why I had no pillow last night...
Yes... he is quite spoiled.  But he is happy and he loves me.

     I am linking up this morning with River as she drifts through life and photographs her adventures... join us.

Thank you...

     Today is Veteran's Day.  This is a picture of my Grandfather and one of his cousins.  There isn't a date on the picture, or a location.  I don't know of any verbal history of my Grandfather being in the military but in addition to this picture, I also had a riflery skill medal of his which I passed on to a cousin a few years ago. 

     My best guess would be that this was taken during WW2, perhaps in the Philippines.  My Dad was born in 1937, and the war started in 1939.  Because there is no verbal history of Grandpa being in the war, it had to have been at a time when Dad was too young to remember him being gone.  Grandpa was 30 when the war ended in 1945.  The National Archives have "gaps" in their records for WW2 and so I was unable to find any enlistment information on Grandpa in a search on the site.  Without more information, all I have is this picture and the medal to know for sure that he did serve.

     My father was in the Air Force and I grew up a "brat;" packing and moving every few years as my Dad was assigned and reassigned ~ I wasn't "military" but I "served" along side of him.  My Uncle Brian in the Coast Guard.  My brother did a few years in the Army.  For fifteen years I worked on military bases... Air Force, Navy and Army.

     I have so much respect and gratitude for our military... and for the families that support them.  Thank you.  Thank you.  Thank you.

Saturday, November 10, 2012

Sails or anchors?

     I heard a sermon early this morning on television that made me think quite a bit.

     It was a message about blessings, planting seeds and reaping a harvest.  It was also a message about the people in our lives ... and the people we can be in the lives of others.

     The message given was completely different from the message that I received.  Like that old "telephone" game that we played as children, what left the pastor's mouth was not exactly what I received.  Mostly because of things going on in my own life... those filters that we screen everything with... but I also think it was because I needed to hear something different.

     His message was about reaping what we sow... how everything we do plants a seed, whether it is a good seed or a bad seed, and it all creates a harvest.  Good or bad.  What I took from that message was about people.

     There are people who are like the sail on a boat... lifting us up, pushing us forward, filling us with the wind of favor.  People who plant good seeds ... and reap a good harvest.  People who help us to grow.

"They honored us in many ways; and when we were ready to sail, they furnished us with the supplies we needed."
~ Acts 28:10 ~

     At the opposite end of that are people who can be anchors in our lives.  Holding us back, dragging us down... sometimes even sinking us.  People who plant bad seeds that don't reap any kind of a harvest.  People who cause us to wither and die.

"Rescue me from the mire,
do not let me sink;
deliver me from those who hate me,
from the deep waters."
~ Psalm 69:14 ~

     I want to be a sail in my own life and in the lives of others...

Friday, November 9, 2012

Doing the right things...

     There was a FedEx package on my door this morning when I got back from taking Trooper to the beach to watch dolphins swim and egrets fly.  It is a morning ritual for us...

     The envelope was from the "company" that "hired" me this week.  It had a check in it... for an amount that some would consider a "get out of jail free" amount.  It would allow me to pay the utility bills for this month, and next, and the month after that.  It would allow me to maybe even buy a used car... or make a down payment on one.  It would help me immensely.

     I wish it was real.  I wish I could deposit it, or cash it.  But I know... that gut feeling kind of knowing... that it isn't real.  It would put me that much more in the hole.  No legitimate company would send that kind of money to a person without even getting any information to make me an employee.  No I-9.  No W-2.  Nothing that says I'm an employee... and not just some desperate person who needs money.

     I'm turning it all over to the authorities.  I know that they most likely won't catch the people doing this... but at least they won't have taken advantage of someone else.  Maybe it will put a stop to them... maybe it will just slow them.  But they will have one less falling for their scam.

     We live in a changing world, where doing the right thing is often a difficult choice.  Where it might be easy to "overlook" the rules when we are trying to survive, and make the choice to bend or break a few.  But the reality is that breaking, bending, or overlooking the right way of doing things will only lead to more problems down the line.  Two wrongs don't make a right.

     Yes, the money that check represents could do so much to help me in my situation right now... but there is nothing in life that is free.  Everything comes with a price.  The question is whether or not you are willing to accept the cost for your choices.  Right now, the cost of being a part of something dishonest isn't worth it for me.  Even if I'm sitting in the dark with no running water by Thanksgiving... I would rather do the right things in my life because I will be held accountable for all that I do... now or later.


Thursday, November 8, 2012

Un.Believe.Able.

     That wonderful opportunity I was so excited for yesterday?  It was too good to be true.  It was nothing more than a scam to try to get money.  This morning their "HR Manager" had a totally different personality.  I know that you can't tell much by "chatting" but little things popped and caught my attention.

     Suddenly she goes from spelling "cheque" to spelling it "check."  From being professional and polite, to starting responses with "listen."  Grammar went right out the window for a "woman" who said she got a BA in Accounting from Louisiana State University who lives in New Jersey.  I know that there can be minor mistakes in spelling and grammar when typing quickly, but how often do people change their way of speaking and writing overnight?

     What about an accountant who is interviewing and hiring me, but is not even able to tell me the name of the accounting software that I'm expected to purchase on their behalf to work with?  Really?  Do I look like I just fell off a turnip truck yesterday?

hrmgrshirelle (12:23:52 PM): Alright i want you to know that your check has been sent out and it will be getting to your home by tomorrow or next ok

cindic1980 (12:24:08 PM): the check is for...?

hrmgrshirelle (12:25:34 PM): for the purchase of your softwares and training equipments 

cindic1980 (12:26:01 PM): They cannot be purchased by the company online and shipped to me? 
Asking because it seems it would save time because I would need to wait for the check to clear before making any purchases

hrmgrshirelle (12:27:27 PM): No the company do not specialize on accounting softwares thats why you will be geting it from the local vendor

cindic1980 (12:27:48 PM): What is the software name?

hrmgrshirelle (12:28:42 PM): listen once you have the check and the funds 
you will be provided with all list of softwares and equipments ok  And you will be refered to the local vendor whom the company has been working with for years where all employees do get their softwares and equipments from  that is where you will be getting your from also

cindic1980 (12:30:40 PM): You have a local vendor even tho the Panama City office has not yet been established?  
Is it a Florida local or national local?

hrmgrshirelle (12:31:37 PM): listen you will be notified once you have the check ok

cindic1980 (12:32:28 PM): I am listening, and what I am hearing concerns me about the legitimacy of your business.

hrmgrshirelle (12:33:51 PM): like i told you this is a legit company 
so you dont have to be worried about any thing because you are at the right company at the right time ok

cindic1980 (12:34:47 PM): I'm not getting that feeling today, so will be sending your check back to you when it arrives.

hrmgrshirelle (12:35:46 PM): alright i have to call the company accountant to hold your check ok  So no problem

     No, it won't be a problem for me, but I imagine that if I had tried to cash or deposit that check it would have been a very big problem for me.

     I'm back to square one, but the rock I stand on will keep me grounded.

A faithful person will be richly blessed,
but one eager to get rich will not go unpunished.
~ Proverbs 28:20 ~
NIV

The Lord detests people with crooked hearts,
but he delights in those with integrity.
~ Proverbs 11:20 ~
NLT

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

Remember MS-DOS?

     I remember typing ~ on a typewriter ~ business letters with a sheet of carbon paper behind them so that I could make a copy of what I was typing for the file.  I remember researching real estate owners for my boss on microfiche so that I could hand type letters to them asking if they were interested in selling their home.  I remember getting a computer at work that just used DOS and learning how to mail merge after adjusting the margins to fit letterhead stationary so when it printed it didn't look all dorked up.

     That's how old I am.

     Today I interviewed for a job by IM.  Instant Messenger.  I "chatted" my interview.

     Last month I had a phone interview ~ not so much a big deal since I had interviewed by phone in the past.  A month before I had interviewed for a position by web page ~ where I answered questions in an automated process.  Everything took two days to process before I would get an automated email telling me what site to go to for the next step.

     I suppose I shouldn't feel like such a dinosaur.  I've watched technology advance rapidly over the last 20+ years since that job in 1988.  It was just ... different.  In a way I miss the days of face-to-face interviews  where I actually got a chance to see where I would be working... and who I would be working with.  But that limited opportunities to what was available just within your local area.

     My interview today was with a woman located in New Jersey... for a company based in India that is expanding to the United States.  Years ago when I was teaching, I showed a documentary by Thomas L. Friedman about the effects outsourcing was having on the Indian culture.  Now it seems that the roles are reversing.

     What a unique and incredible opportunity this job will be....  I love how technology is not just expanding our world, but making us all one.  We truly are becoming "one world" without borders.

What change do you wish for?

     Jamie Ridler Studios challenges us this morning with that question.  She is in Canada and like most of the world has watched from arm's length the battle of politics here in the United States.  We didn't get the change that many had hoped for this morning, and so I'm sure many are hoping that there will be a change in how the existing political administration does business.

     I won't comment here on how I voted or how I feel about this country's politics because I believe that if we want a change... we must be the change.

Be the change you want to see in the world.
~ Mahatma Gandhi ~

     If we want a change in how this country does business... we must change how we do business on an individual scale first.  Buy local.  Expect  better.  Don't accept less.  If we stop accepting substandard work, people will stop doing substandard work or go out of business.  If we want a leader who leads and make changes, then we need to make our voices heard now... not four years from now.  If we are to be held accountable for the work we do today, then we need to hold our leaders accountable for the promises they made yesterday.  Not just at a national level, but state, county, and city.  Be an active voice in the politics you agree or disagree with, don't just shake your head at the television and change the channel.  Speak up, speak out, get involved.

     In order for the world to change, we must change.  We must change how we think, how we act, how we live.  We must change how we see ourselves if we want to change how we see others.

     If we want a more compassionate world... we must be more compassionate.  Love more.  Give more.  Share more.  Teach more.  Feed more.  Clothe more.  Shelter more.  Adopt more.  Heal more.

     If we want peace in the world... we must start with peace in our homes.  Speak with kindness.  Hug.  Encourage.  Lift up.  Believe.

     The change that I wish for is that we would all be the change that brings peace, love and compassion to our world.

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Early morning fisherman...



Grateful for comfort...

     I love this portrait by Andrew Wyeth.  I've always wanted to get one to hang over my bed because it says so much to me.

     Love.

     Loyalty.

     Comfort.

     Best friend.

     Security.

     Today I have this picture in my heart because it says so much to me.

     Love.

     Loyalty.

     Comfort.

     Best friend.

     Security.

     ... and the fact that I need a bigger bed.

Monday, November 5, 2012

Memories...

     Have you ever noticed how reading someone's blog can be like following the bread crumb trail left through the woods?  You start [here], but then get drawn to [here], which brings you to [here].  Suddenly you read something that can completely change your life.  Instead of climbing into the wicked witch's stove, you find yourself climbing out of it.

     I am back in a house that I walked away from two years ago.  A house that when I left it was filled with almost nine years of memories.  I moved into it the weekend of my 39th birthday in 2001 [yes, Mom, thank you, I was technically starting my 40th year].  When I moved to Texas in September 2010 I didn't think I would ever be back.  The first six months in Texas, I missed my house in Florida quite a bit.  The second six months I had finally settled in, unpacked the memories I had brought with me, and began making new ones.

     The last six months I was in Texas were like being on one of those old wooden roller coasters that rock and creak even when they aren't moving.  The kind that you wonder how they even remain standing, and wish once it starts moving that you could change your mind and get off.  You close your eyes, grab the bar holding you in so tightly your hands cramp, and pray that the end will come quickly.  Most of the memories of that ride have been pushed to the back of my mind, shoved in a closet of other skeletons, in a cabinet marked "Open at your own risk."

     The morning in May that I turned 50 this year [hush, Mom], I pulled into the driveway of that Florida house again.  Defeated.  Depressed.  Discouraged.  Every room still had memories, only now there was a feeling that I'd been violated as well.  Someone had taken ceiling fans and shower heads... things I had spent time and money to buy specifically for the decor in those rooms.  Items that cannot be easily [or at all] replaced.

     I've spent the last six months mentally and emotionally beating myself up for things I remember about this house.  I can pin point the exact month and year in this house [August 2004] when I made a left turn instead of a right turn and changed the direction of my life.  For the past six months, I've been wishing and praying that I could go back in time and change directions.

     This morning when I was reading blogs I stumbled onto a sentence that was my aHa! moment...

"If it’s over let it go and when you wake up it will seem so yesterday…"

     I'm not in a position financially where I can just up and leave.  I haven't been able to find a job yet, I don't have a car, I'm surviving on food stamps and the generosity of angels that walk among us.  But I can emotionally and mentally let this house go again.  I can emotionally and mentally make that right turn and change the direction of my life.
I can... and I am.

Saturday, November 3, 2012

Giving Thanks...

ᎪᎵᏂᏗᏱ ᎠᏁᎯ ᎢᎬᏱᏱ ᎨᎪᏪᎳᏁᎸᎯ 1:4
4 ᏂᎪᎯᎸ ᏥᏯᎵᎡᎵᏤᎰ ᎤᏁᎳᏅᎯ ᎠᏆᏤᎵᎦ, ᏂᎯ ᎨᏒ ᎢᏳᏍᏗ, ᏅᏗᎦᎵᏍᏙᏗᏍᎪ ᎬᏩᎦᏘᏯ ᎤᏓᏙᎵᏍᏗ ᎨᏒ ᎤᏁᎳᏅᎯ, ᎾᏍᎩ ᏥᏌ ᎦᎶᏁᏛ ᎢᏳᏩᏂᏌᏛ ᎡᏥᏁᎸᎯ ᏥᎩ.

1 Коринтяни 1:4
4 Винаги благодаря на моя Бог за вас заради благодатта, която Бог ви е дал чрез Христос Исус, 

1 Korinterne 1:4
4 Jeg kan aldrig blive træt af at takke Gud for jer og for den rigdom af nådegaver, som I har fået del i gennem Jesus Kristus. 

1 Korinther 1:4
4 Ich danke meinem Gott allezeit euretwegen für die Gnade Gottes, die euch in Christus Jesus gegeben ist, 

1 Corintios 1:4
4 Siempre doy gracias a mi Dios por ustedes, por la gracia de Dios que les fue dada en Cristo Jesús. 

1 Corinthiens 1:4
4 Je rends à mon Dieu de continuelles actions de grâces à votre sujet, pour la grâce de Dieu qui vous a été accordée en Jésus-Christ. 
Prva poslanica Korinæanima 1:44 Uvijek zahvaljujem Bogu na milosti kojom vas je obdario sada kad pripadate Kristu Isusu. 

1 Corinzi 1:4
4 Io rendo continuamente grazie per voi al mio Dio, a motivo della grazia di Dio che vi è stata data in Cristo Gesú, 

1 Corinthiërs 1:4
4 Ik dank God telkens weer voor u omdat Hij u door Jezus Christus Zijn genade heeft bewezen. 

1-е Коринфянам 1:4

4 Я всегда благодарю Бога моего за вас, за благодать Божью, дарованную вам во Христе Иисусе,
  
1 Corinthians 1:4
4 I always thank my God for you because of his grace given you in Christ Jesus.
 
     Whether or not you are a believer, God's grace has been given to you... all you have to do is accept it.  For that reason, I am grateful that His book ~ the Bible ~ has remained unchanged for thousands of years, as have His promises.  No matter what language you speak or read, there is a promise for you.  I am grateful for that, and for the beauty of His word in any language.  I am grateful that it was the first printed book so that all who read it could know and accept God's promises.

     Know this also.... that I do always thank my God for you, reader, because of His grace given to me... and given to you.  I may not know who you are, where you are, and we may never meet... but I know that you are here now, reading... wondering... maybe believing... and for that I am grateful.  Long after I am dust in the earth, His words will remain.

Friday, November 2, 2012

Spook in the house...

     Karen, one of my blog friends at This Old House 2, is doing a post soon of pictures taken over a 24 hour period. She was impacted by Hurricane Sandy, so the post has been delayed.  The day she chose Halloween and she asked readers to sign up for an hour... I signed up for 3a.m.

     I was planning on sneaking a picture of Oreo sleeping on the sofa, but heard a noise after I got downstairs. It was pitch black in the house, I hadn't turned on any lights because I didn't want to wake Oreo before I could get the shot.  I couldn't see anything so I just flashed the camera up the stairs.

     I got this picture of the spook haunting the house...

Giving thanks for beauty...

     My mom sent me the video below.  I love hummingbirds, and this video is just incredible.  Not just for the beauty of the hummers, but for the incredible video photography and the beauty of the world of nature that we rarely get to see.  How amazing is this world we live in?  I am so thankful that there are people with talents to share these "facts of life" with us, and so thankful that I have eyes [okay, maybe just one, but I'm still thankful] to see the world.

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Giving Thanks...

     One of my maternal great-grandfathers [many greats actually], George Soule, came to America as an indentured servant on the Mayflower.

     After three months crossing the Atlantic in fierce winter weather, the Mayflower finally anchored off Cape Cod in November 1620.  Their ocean journey behind them, they were now beginning a new journey in a foreign land.  Their new lives in this country were filled with challenges and almost half of them died that first winter.

     It wasn't until 1621 that the remaining "pilgrims" to this new land celebrated a harvest festival which later became the American Thanksgiving.  Their own "thanksgiving" celebration occurred in the summer of 1623 when additional supplies and settlers arrived.

     Imagine for a moment what those first Pilgrims must have thought when they sat down to celebrate their harvest in 1621.  They had suffered so many losses and hardships over the previous year, that I'm sure just waking up each morning must have given them a reason to be thankful each day.  They had left everything familiar to them, everything comfortable and abundant, and started new lives with almost nothing in a strange and foreign land.

     I'm not in a foreign land, but I feel like I have left behind all that was comfortable... safe... and abundant.  I wake up each morning and sometimes struggle to feel grateful for something... anything.  The job I interviewed for went to someone else, and so I am back to square one again with no income... and lots of incoming bills.  My pantry is almost empty and the food stamp card won't refill for a few more days.  My internet might be shut off just days before the power is... not long before the water is... so I'm spending the days applying for jobs... working on my next book... on my knees praying... and being grateful for what I do have.

     This month will be a journey of gratitude...