Sounds like someone has a case of the Mondays

 This is going to be a rant so be prepared....but it ends seriously so feel free to skip ahead if you don't wanna hear the rant.

First problem.  Today I had to call customer service for a company who will remain nameless.  I was finally connected after numerous voice prompts that evidently cannot understand my Southern accent (which honestly I didn't think was that strong...) to a nice lady who obviously could not speak any English except what was on her script.  Since the question I had was not something on her script, she kept trying to answer my question with a solution that was no where CLOSE to what I was asking.  After many attempts at breaking the language barrier and wording my question several different ways, I finally asked if I could speak to someone in America.  BINGO!  I wasn't being a smart butt, but very serious because it was obvious she was not state side.  She then transferred me to someone in America who answered my FIRST question within 2 minutes and I was off the phone. 
Second problem. There is a RODENT in our attic.  I don't know what it is, but it sounds like a large dog is trying to bury a bone in our walls.  It could be a large raccoon or a super squirrel that was bitten by a radioactive spider which I am convinced live in the walls of my house.  So super fun times in our attic...I have to find a rodent removal service and then figure out how to close up the space it is getting into. 

But these problems are tiny and small compared to what my friends and neighbors are facing.  Their sweet new baby is currently in surgery to put a shunt in his heart.  He also has Apert's Syndrome which caused the heart defect.  Please be in prayer and send good thoughts to this wonderful family as they have a long road ahead with their precious gift from God. 

Body Image

As I'm reading Jenny Lawson's posts (she is one of my favorite bloggers featured on many sites such as thebloggess.com and thestir.cafemom.com), I came across her post on children and body image.  Here is a passage from her post.  Read the entire post here.

"But here’s something I will tell you ... there is a pattern to body acceptance that comes with age. It’s over-generalized and I just made it up, but that doesn’t make it less true. Here it is:

• What babies think about their bodies: I have a body?

• What toddlers think about their bodies: Why can’t I get this to work?

• What little boys think about their bodies: I can pee standing up. I am obsessed with my penis.

• What little girls think about their bodies: I am beautiful. When do I get my wings?

• What pre-teen boys think about their bodies: What the f*** is happening?

• What pre-teen girls think about their bodies: This is going to happen EVERY MONTH?

• What teen boys think about their bodies: I can pee standing up. I am obsessed with my penis.

• What teen girls think about their bodies: I am hideous and I wish I looked like that girl.

• What men think about their bodies: I can pee standing up. I am obsessed with my penis.

• What women think about their bodies: I am hideous and I wish I looked like I did when I was a teenager.  

• What old men think about their bodies: What the hell happened to my penis?

• What old women think about their bodies: F*** you. I’m awesome."

This is exactly what I needed to read today.  Thanks Jenny!!!

Wordless Wednesday

September 11

I remember what I was wearing.
I remember where I was sitting.
I remember the phone at my office ringing.
I remember the sound of my mother's voice.
I remember leaving the ringing telephone and running to the television in the conference room.
I remember the horror, the tears, the anger, the questions, and the fear.
I went back to my desk praying.
Praying for those who were dying.
Praying for those who were saving lives.
Praying for those who would get out alive.
Praying for God to save us all.

The tears still flow.  I was no where close to NYC, Washington DC or Pennsylvania but my heart still stops when I hear a low flying plane.  As I'm trying to find the words to explain to my 6 year old what happened, I cannot hold back the tears and he doesn't understand.

Thank you for those who died 10 years ago.  Thank you to those who are survivors.  Thank you to those who have kept the rest of us safe at home and abroad. 

I have family who is protecting our country.  I have so many friends who are protecting our country.  I have so many friends who have spouses protecting our country.  To you, thank you. Thank you for interrupting your life to keep others safe. 

God Bless America.