How to suck people into your blog (mwahahahahaha!)

Write a post and link to an older post in it.

Then cackle and do a gooney dance.

Hypocrite

I get annoyed with other people for not updating their blogs very often.

And because I feel (a little) guilty for my hypocrisy, I'll post a picture.

This picture was taken a week or so ago. Jeff and I are standing on the little dock mentioned at the end of this blog post.

A guy rode by on his bike and commented on how great a scene it was with us, the water and the pink sky and he asked if he could take a picture. I told him hell no.

I thought of something

Recently, I overheard Jeff and a mutual friend talking about the kind of work they do. They are each in non-traditional fields (8-5 work hours are the exception rather than the rule) and they were discussing the dream job versus the backup plan. Jeff said that he had recently heard, "If you want to make it in comic books, don't have a backup plan. If you have a backup plan, you'll do the backup plan. If you don't have one, if you have no choice but to make comics work out for you, that's the only way you'll ever succeed, because making it in comics is hard."

I think being a CFO is my backup plan.

Not that I want to succeed in the comics field, mind you. But this isn't what I want to do with my life.

But I am afraid.

I am afraid that even if I don't have a backup plan, I won't work very hard at the dream. And I'm afraid I don't really know what the dream is. In fact, I actually said once that my goal was to be a CFO. Now here I am, and I don't like it. What if it's like that with the next dream? What if I burn the bridges to my backup plan, work really really hard at what I think is the dream, and then I don't like the dream? That'd be bad. And what if I can't even decide what today's dream even is?

But then I think about the 40-year-old me and I am terrified of what she will say about what I did with my life. I'm afraid she'll say, "Why didn't you just DO something?"

Which thing am I afraid of more?

Why I need an iPhone

I think of lots of things I want to write about on my blog. But then when I sit down at the computer, I can't think of any of them.

I firmly believe that an iPhone would help me.

(And I'm only halfway trying to think of an excuse to get an iPhone.)

That's what she gets

Autumn spent a few minutes tonight looking for her tennis ball that she lost. I couldn't find it at first, either. But then I realized she LEFT IT ON THE COUNTER.

What was she doing up there, anyway?

Bad dog.

Blog entry in which I use the work "sucks" a lot.

Tonight, I found out that a friend of mine is hurting. Like "life is really sucking" kind of hurting.

And it sucks. I hate it when that happens, when people do what God said they should (or could) do and then it ends up being really painful. I won't say I know how he feels, but, man, do I know how he feels.

And even though I've "been there," I'm still at a loss for what I can do to help. When I was struggling most after moving to Philly and having a hard time finding friends even (especially) among God's people and feeling unfulfilled in my work, the only thing that I think would have been useful would have been just having someone listen to me. Let me talk and just listen and not even try to comfort me. Because the situation still is what it is and it still sucks. And then just say, "Yeah, that sucks. I'm sorry."

BJ, I'm listening to you (and by that I mean I'm reading your blog.) I pray that God sends someone to listen to you in person.

And until then - man, that sucks. I'm sorry, dude.

Crazy Dog

Last week at work, there was some sort of fancy event that required the presence of several 9-ft palm trees. After the event was over, the trees were up for grabs so I took one home.

My husband was a little surprised when I got home and asked him if he'd get the tree out of my car.

Anyway, I'm not really sure what to do with a palm tree. It won't get enough light in the house and I don't think I can plant it outside because it won't survive the winter here in Philly. For the time being, I decided to just take it outside, but then wind kept blowing it over and I'd pick it back up, and the wind would blow it over again and then...

So that got old. I finally moved it to the corner of the yard with the intention of anchoring it to the fence even though I still haven't done that yet. But with a few bricks to prop it up, it managed to stand up pretty well without it. So that was good.

But then...

Hurricane Autumn hit. You know about Autumn, right? Autumn is such a sweet dog and is very enthusiastic about just about everything. Just a happy little girl. But there are some things we don't want her to do and not only does she do them, she does them enthusiastically. Like eat poop. Like eat my plants, including azaleas, which are poisonous to dogs. Like drag my new 9-ft palm tree around the back yard.

I went outside to survey the damage and she decided it was time to play "crazy dog." She just ran every direction all at once at fast as she could go. There was lots of jumping over the fallen tree and slamming herself against the back door and then running to the gate and then slamming herself against the door again and then jumping over the tree and just going crazy. As I moved the tree back to the corner of the yard, she kept trying to bite at this one branch and every time I yelled, "No!" she just turned crazy dog up a notch. Once the tree was out of the game, she was down to running to the gate and then slamming against the door and running to the gate and slamming against the door and running to the gate and...

Autumn turns a year old this week. I think it's pretty safe to say that I have very high expectations of how calm "Adult Autumn" will be.

Please say a prayer for us all.