…a couple hundred thousand dollars to spare?  I’ve found my dream house.

http://www.obeo.com/Public/Viewer/Default.aspx?ID=480032

I’m going to make an appointment to look at it.  You can’t win the lottery if you don’t play, right?

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Just sitting here, listening to the neighborhood fire off illegal fireworks.  It happens every year.  I just hope they calm down soon. 

We went with the PT Cruiser club today to be in a 4th of July parade and car show.  It was a long, hot day, but we were with good friends.  That’s always fun.  Mr. Man and I tried out our new fold-out lounge chairs.  Propped those babies up under the tree, and proceed to watch people.  Went to eat after, then home where I baked up a batch of Granny’s sugar cookies for the car club event tomorrow afternoon.  Christmas cookies…we’re using a Christmas in July theme. 

But I have to work both jobs tomorrow before I get to do that. *sigh.* Boo Hoo.  I’ll get over it, I’m sure.

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My very dear friend, Thumper, has been having a very bad time lately, and I would like to ask for prayers on her behalf.  Her soul and heart have taken a beating this past month. There have been 4–FOUR– deaths in her family.  One a 6th month old baby belonging to a family member, another is a cousin, last Thursday, her Momma died from as massive stroke, and yesterday, her husband’s grandmother passed. The last three have happened IN THE PAST TWO WEEKS.   Thumper is feeling besieged and battered, and is at a very low point, feelinglike death is surrounding her.  I know there is nothing I can do to help, besides listen.  Be there.  The same as she was for me when Papa, Daddy and Granny died.  Thumper has a tender heart, and a gentle spirit, and I can’t help but feel she is floundering in this sea of chaos. 

Please, please say a prayer for her.  Thanks in advance.

Is it me?  Or is a full moon approaching?  Bunch of grumpy people at the market today.  BLEAH.  The whole day was like slogging through mud.  Until I went to Thurdsay Divas.  And then home to Mr. Man. 

Mostly though, one to file away under UGH.

Have you ever had a dream you just couldn’t shake?  Ugh.  I did last night.  I dreamed Brother and his wife had accepted a missionary posting in Korea, and were packing up with Toddler and moving. 

Oh, my gosh. 

It was hard enough just to see them move to OKC, I can’t imagine . . . The feeling I had in that dream were second only to the heartache I felt when Dad died.  I mean, when I woke, I was sick to my stomach. I should have known it was a dream.  I mean, really. The whole thing was ridiculous. But I guess while we dream things so real, the emotions evoked are real enough too. 

As weird as it was, and as much as I knew it wasn’t real, it didn’t stop me from calling Brother.

“Hey, whatcha need?” he answered.

“Oh, nothing.” I nibble my lip.  “I just had the silliest dream.  I dreamed y’all were moving to Korea.”

“I don’t speak Korean.” He chuckled.  “I’m not moving to Korea.”

“Yeah, I know. But I still wanted to call and  talk to ya.”

“Oh, okay.  Nope.  Not going to Korea.  Gotta get back to work. ”

“Okay.  Love you.”

“Love you, too.  Bye.”

It took me most of the day to shake off the residual gloom.

We were supposed to take our CPR/First Aid today.  I was so excited to get another step behind us.  But I guess I misunderstood the time, and we missed the beginning of the class and have to wait until next month.  RATS.  And I’d rearranged my salon schedule to 9 00 a.m.  before the class, and my grocery store work hours until after, so I ended up working until 9:00 tonight.  I took a nap beteween though, so it’s not all bad.  I didn’t want to go to work, but I’m glad I did, because that’s what finally got rid of my blues. 

That, and a couple of cookies.

Yeah, bad news, that comfort food.  Thing is, I didn’t think I even wanted the cookies, they just came in the Lunchable I bought on break.  But when I bit into that wafer, the clouds parted even further.  Weird.  Like it was almost chemical. 

Who am I kidding? 

Comfort food has made me the full-figured gal I am today. 

And tomorrow, Sunday, is my birthday, and I know I’ll have Mom-made red velvet cake. :)  But that will be pure fun.