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It’s Friday night…

And I juust-juust-juuust-juuust-juuuuuuuust Got Paid!

Anyone recognize that early 2000s jam right there? It occurred to me on my way home this afternoon after school that it was the last day of the month – thus my reason for taking the scooter to get its state inspection at the time – and so 1)October starts tomorrow(!!) and 2)I must have gotten paid today. And then it hit me that today is also Friday… and then the song hit big time with great haste.

After I got home, when my man was with me and almost finished with his own work for the day – he works remotely – I just had to play the song. So, I blasted it as a surprise for him. It was wonderful and ridiculous and stupid and genius all at once.

Thank you, God, for such a silly and amazing time. Amen.

Then, when he finished working, we goofed off a bit before heading to the driving range. My mom and stepdad then stopped by the range to give us some petit fours from Louisiana, where they had just taken a small vacation, and some October Louisiana beers for us and my brother and sister-in-law. We chatted for a while and it was awesome.

But he time they finally left, the sun was getting close to setting, and my brother was finishing at his event for school, and so he came and joined us at the range and even hit some balls with us. Then he and my man enjoyed two of those not-cold beers from my mom as we all just hung out after the balls were all used up, and we waited for a table at the wings restaurant we had planned to visit for dinner. (We had checked in online, and the wait was over an hour still.)

After a while, we gave up watching the poor tactics of the ball carts, and headed to use our coupons for free wings that we had gotten at the Astros game for a player having stolen a base. And we had a grand ole time at the restaurant, being idiots as usual.

The whole evening was just really awesome tonight, and I am immensely grateful. Thank you, God, for such fun and fellowship and love. Thank you. Amen.

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Despair

No, it isn’t poorly pronounced French, but I almost rather it were every time I encounter it. Despair is an odd one. For me, it is both kind of the worst and, in a small way, sort of the best. Sure, the bad part makes sense, but what’s this with the goodness of despair? Well, whenever I find myself in a state of despair, it is always the point at which the straw breaks the camel’s back, so to speak – it is the turning point for me. Simply by seeing the despair, by noticing and acknowledging it, I inevitably start to do something about it, and sort the whole situation out in a way that leaves me, well, being fully myself again. And isn’t that just wonderful?

So, as I said, despair is, while despairing, also gladdening for me. Thank you, God, for showing me this current state of despair. I trust wholly in my ability through your love and will to clear this up beautifully and to restore myself fully to life, better than ever, and every day showing more of the magical and astounding woman you created me to become and to be. I love you. Amen.

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Prayers for Jane’s Healing

Whatever your method, whatever your beliefs, however you can, I ask for your prayers, your intentions, your positive energy, your love, your light to guide healing and release to our dearest friend Jane. Her body needs some help right now especially, and I ask for your support, wherever you are, whenever you are. However you call the cosmic energy that connects us all, please, ask it if it would grant Jane those healing atoms and neurons and electrons and cells, please. Your support will be forever appreciated.

God, please, grant this healing of Jane’s physical body and the release of strain that she has been holding as of late. Allow her to offer her cross up to you, that you might lift the load and heal her in her time of such dependent need. Help her to be her best self, and to be it here with us all, on Earth, and for many years to come. In your name, we pray. Amen.

St. Jude and Mary, Mother of God, pray for us, please, and pray for Jane’s healing. Amen.

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Ouch!

He is leaning over. I hear a sort of squeal sound. I open my mouth to tell him to light a match. Farts like this one sounds are always quite terrible in smell.

I pause. The sound is changing. It is different now. Now it has stopped. It starts again…, and becomes different sooner…

I turn to look right st him and whatever he is doing, just as I realize what he had just told me he was about to do: take off his bandage on his ankle. Sure enough, it all clicks into place in my mind. The sounds I was hearing were from him, but not from his behind. They were from his mouth – he was in such pain as he pulled the bandage off slowly that he was actually squealing in his mouth! 😛

Oops… my bad. 😛

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Achoo!

I sneeze hard and loudly, lying down, reading from the Bible. A few seconds later, a text message pops up, reading, “Bleed you”. Obviously, he meant to bless me, but he has big fingers, so we understand when he gets the wrong word from time to time (plus, Siri and the auto-corrections from real and correct words to different words can be very frustrating at times). Okay, awesome. Thank you! And I guess he could hear me across the house, it was so loud.

But there was a photo that came with the message, I recall after I finish what I am reading. I go and open the message, wondering what photo would associate effectively with my sneezing and his sending a blessing my way? Hmm…

But it’s a photo of me… lying here… reading… What on Earth?!

At first, I think he moved one of the security cameras into the room without telling me. But I see no camera. I look at the photo again to see the angle of it… It’s coming from the windowsill. He must have put a camera up there…

But there’s no camera there… I look at the photo again…

This creeper took this photo THROUgh the window! : O

I am stunned at first, but then crack up. So, he apparently wasn’t in the living room or whatever, but had been outside, doing some yard work stuff, and he heard me sneeze through the walls and windows! It really was a loud sneeze! And yes, he still totally pulled a creeper move. However, it is also comical on both fronts. 😛

What a silly and lovely and blessed experience. 😛 Thank you, God. Amen.

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Friday night

Tonight, I think I want to go home after school and just go to bed.

Mom invites us to a family dinner at an awesome Mexico City restaurant, where we go once or twice a year, essentially to celebrate Mexican holidays. (Remember, we’re part Mexican [though, not really].)

We stay there way later than expected, as my brother can’t arrive until an hour after planned, and then we have a lovely time just all being together. Man has to go run errands, and I stay with family. Brother takes me home, and stays to hang out and talk. Man comes after his errands. They have a beer together. It is now almost one A.M.

Seriously? So much for going straight to bed tonight… ugh. Definitely not doing the morning workout, now, and hopefully can get enough sleep to function for the karate training seminar tomorrow. And hopefully I can go to bed early tomorrow night, so that I can be prepared for the part-time job I have to do Sunday (though don’t want to do).

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Little big differences

It’s amazing how much of a difference something small can make in the world at large. Mark Wahlberg sat in a studio and recorded himself praying the various rosaries. That’s what he did. And now I, a person who does not know him and likely never will know him, have found immense support and connection and relation ship with god – as has my man – through these recordings that Mark Wahlberg did.

And it has me wonder how many other people in the world have been having a similar experience…. And all because Mark Wahlberg decided to record the rosary and share it with the world, should the world want to listen to and pray with it. And I am ever grateful for it.

And it has me wonder how the things I do might have similar unexpected and unknown results – just as Mark Wahlberg has no idea how he has so positively and powerfully affected our prayer lives and, therefore, lives. I hope I have more positives – love-filled ones – than negative that I am putting out there all the time.

God, help us all, please, to experience, to be, and to share your love in our lives and, therefore, the world at large. In your name, we pray. Amen.

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All are welcome

Ironically, this song was sung at Mass on Sunday. Tonight, my love was at an event, and he very much had an interaction that specified that all are not welcome there in particular. And that really sucked for me, somehow, I guess considering how he had to be with being unwelcome somewhere, especially somewhere that had seemed so welcoming to him before. It kind of crushed me how there had been an almost 180° turn there. Only those who want to be only here are welcome here… that must be their inner motto there. And I think that is the case for many things right now. It then becomes an “us versus them” battle, when that is so often the case. Why must we keep doing this to ourselves and to one another? Why must we battle each other at all? What is truly in the way of accepting and embracing people exactly as they are, flaws and beauties and all, ourselves included? Why do we resist it so? Because it’s easier in the moment?

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Do your worst

How do you show up in the world on your worst days? If someone were to see you for the first time, or meet you, on one of those days, with what impression of you would that someone be left?

Something worth truly considering, I dare to say. And then, depending on the answer, worth altering or transforming.

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Bluebell and Ice Cream

Bluebell and Ice Cream (also properly titled, but not necessarily known as “Bluebell and Pizza) for year number eight was a success. My man went with me, and we rushed over after the cool opera showcase – it was very cool, by the way – that ended at 9pm. We arrived around 9:30, but the party was still in swing, so we had some somewhat melty but cold Bluebell ice cream sandwiches and ice cream, talked with people, and let the dog a bunch. As we were leaving, we ended up with the host, checking out all the furniture she had made in her recent woodworking endeavors, and also playing on and checking the tuning of the piano she recently inherited (though doesn’t yet know how to play). My man, of course, spent the piano time roughhousing with the dog, having a grand ole time that contrasted to the previous ‘people time’ of the party itself. I could totally relate.

Anyway, it was a great evening, and I enjoyed that I enjoyed being social like that.

Thank you, God, for such a blessing as ease in such a setting, and especially for the joy of it all and the extra blessing of balance as we got the two-on-two time with the host and her dog afterward. Thank you. Amen.

P.S. I ran into a buddy from high school at the opera thing – had given him some extra tickets we’d had – and another buddy from high school and college who is an awesome musician, though on the spectrum, so is often a tad over the top or odd in social settings. However, the irony was that the former was a touch awkward and the latter was quite comfortable and fun tonight! It was silly, yet good. I was glad to see and be with them both. And it was especially lovely to have the extra-long hug the musician gave me – he always hugs me when he sees me, though he doesn’t seem to touch most people. He still talked to me while facing a slightly other direction, as though looking for someone ‘somewhere over there’, and he talked in the same upper class British cadence without the accent, as he always does, but it was surprisingly comforting to be in such an unchanged and familiar situation that brought up so many positive memories and feelings. And he told me how I can now watch the opera that he wrote and had performed! Looking forward to watching it on a television soon!

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