I haven't abandoned my blog. I'm just struggling with some issues... personal discipline issues more than anything. I keep letting time go by. I'm not typically a time waster. Ugh. I'm so lazy and unmotivated lately. My own disorganized mind would be bad enough of a mess right now, but it also seems like I am constantly at the mercy of someone else's plans, time clock, decisions or lack thereof... I can't make a decision or do anything or go any where or try anything or set any thing in motion. It's been that way for years. I feel hog tied and hamstrung, and I'm sort of watching myself slip away and not even trying very hard lately to stop it. That's unacceptable. Basically, that's just a lame excuse for getting "out of the groove", BUT, I'm the type to jerk myself up by the bootstraps. I'm never down for long.
I need to come in and post a follow up on the lighting situation, and I will, I promise, but that means I probably should go get another fixture and install it. I have good enough info about it already to probably make a decision and let you know what I came to, but I still want to try one more thing. We'll see. I need to any way.
I also need to try my hand at some plumbing in the kitchen and blog a little about that. Living small like we do makes things pretty accessible and I think I can take care of this stuff, no problem. The biggest problem is having a relatively large section of the house out of commission while I do it.
I have a couple of far more serious structural issues, too, and I may go into a big fix, or I may just figure out how to patch and reinforce it. I don't want to cut corners or half do it, but if a good patch job is as effective and durable as a big overhaul, I'm all for the patch.
As sort of a response to an attack where I was (wrongly) venomously and with damnation, accused of being a republican, (gasp!) I have to ask, were you judging me? Were you stereotyping me? No! Say it ain't so! Such tolerant folk wouldn't be a party to such hatefulness, would they?
Guess what? EVERYONE is stereotyped. Always have been; always will be. Tattoos, clothing, skin color, neighborhood, gender, dye job, political party... the data input is analyzed and filed in the appropriate folder. I'm so sick of hearing, "Don't judge me," that I could puke. The same people puff their chests out and say, "Represent!" like it's a battle cry, then they tell me not to judge when I draw conclusions based on their representation. Do you even know what you mean? Don't judge me? Really?
Of course you're being judged! Of course you're judging me! It's called "assessment," not judgement, and it's automatic. Feel free to talk to me for a while so you can form your very own, personal, stereotypical assessment of me. If my convictions on a subject are strong, then say or think what you will; it's no skin off my teeth. I'm a big girl, I can take it. If I'm concerned at all that your judgement of me is incorrect, I'll assess it again myself and I'll alter my presentation accordingly if I need to. If your opinion matters enough to me, and if I assess that you're perceptive enough for me to have a meaningful conversation with, perhaps we can talk again.
I represent. I am a representative. It's the mark I make on people, for good or for bad, for right or for wrong. I'm confident, my convictions are sure, and you and your short-sighted and sophmoric hysterics don't bother me. Now, grow up and live with it, for crying out loud! Or don't. Your problem.
We are all representatives, like it or not, so first off, arm yourself well with some education, understanding and intelligent arguments, because at the end of the day I don't really care how you FEEEEEL. Secondly, represent well and intentionally. If you don't appear to mean what you say or know what you mean, how can you expect anyone else to take you seriously? I don't want to hear your quotes and party line and have you cuss me when you're ignorance traps you in a corner searching frantically over your script for the proper reaction.
Finally, have the hair to stand up for it if you believe it! I want to see confidence of conviction! You can't fake confidence, it only makes you come across as obnoxious. If all you have is assimilated ideology and feeeeelings, and you don't have confidence or convictions, you should probably keep that hole below your nose from letting off gas. If you can do that at least then if we disagree I can walk away with some respect for you.
It is full blown, undeniably springtime in my little speck of Texas! I know, most people have their own springtime, so what's the big deal? It's because I am just fresh out of the desert, and it's like I'm seeing spring for the first time all over again! Sure, the desert has springtime, and sure, long-timers there recognize and love it just the same, but I was never a bona fide desert girl. I was mid-western born and raised, and it's just a different kind of a springtime altogether. Lovely. Lovely!
Some of the indigenous hardwood trees, I think maybe a variety of elm, started leafing out some time back and are taking on deeper, more summery green tones already. Several other varieties have since begun to follow suit, but are still a fresh, bright yellow-green. There are some trees that are so completely covered in tiny new leaves that they almost look fuzzy from a distance! There are still a few bare trees. The pecan trees seem to be dragging up the rear for the spring parade, although as I look more closely, they are getting small little leaves now, too. In and among them all stand various dark green and bluish-green pines and spruce trees that held down the fort through the winter months. The contrasts are amazing. There are so many different colors of green! It's all amazing!
Every so often, tucked into the midst of the other trees, there stands a flowering tree or two. Red-buds stand out with pinkish-lavender flowers, others, maybe fruit trees, with white or pink flowers, and still others with brighter reds and oranges tucked in low underneath. There are bluebells all over the place and I've seen some fuchsia flowers of some kind in such dense mats that they almost look like a solid mass. All along the roadsides and in the open fields there are wildflowers that are maybe as high as your thigh, covered in bright yellow blooms. If you cast your eyes about it looks almost like someone with a paint brush took the time to tip each and every twig with it's own fresh batch and specially blended color. All of this with a backdrop one minute of happy, sunny blue and the next minute of an exciting and unpredictable gray.
(I'll try to stop and get some pics of the local flowers soon.)
The smells are impossible to describe. When I moved here last July, for the first month or so I honestly thought someone nearby had found a wonderful brand of dryer sheet and the wind was bringing it to my window. Seriously, I did. As time passed I realized it just smells good here! How can that be? If that wasn't enough, it seems that it's possible that it was merely the remnants of the springtime just passed. The smell here this spring is beautiful, fresh, pretty, "plantish'. HAHA! How do you describe that? Lovely. Lovely! (photo credit)
I wake up every morning to the sounds of birds: not a few, not a few dozen, either, but multitudes of birds! I thought something was wrong to begin with. I know, that's ridiculous, but I did! I hadn't heard anything like that in many, many years if I ever had. Hundreds of birds hollering "Hey" back and forth to each other, I guess, signalling where the left over pecans from last fall are lying. When I first heard them I thought they were a harbinger for a storm or an earthquake! It made me think of an old, scary Hitchcock film! It took me a while to realize it's a spring thing, and it's beautiful! One flew into the glass on my window just as the sun was coming up, poor thing. He got up and staggered away, or swaggered away, or whatever a stunned bird does when he flies off.
The crickets are cricking, the bees are being, the snakes are probably snaking by now as well. No matter the fickle weather and temperatures, it is definitely springtime. I'm wringing every possible drop of enjoyment out of it.
"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven." Eccl 3:1
I recently read some more ridiculous stories about the unholy
escapades of the TSA. So many of the people who
comment on these stories says that they would never allow that to happen to
them, but statistics, and more to the point, results, say differently. We do what “must be done” in the airports of
our nation because we are not willing to compromise our comfortable lifestyles
one iota in order to stop these hirelings, who follow unconstitutional laws, from
invading our persons. It might make us
late. It might even get us
detained. We’d better just “go along.”
When this started we were outraged! I'll never do that! I'll never let that happen to my wife, child,
grandma, etc...! But they instituted it
over a busy holiday season after everyone had already purchased their tickets
home, and so, they caved in, sold their rights for the price of an airline
We said, “How long before it is trains or buses?” and now it
is trains and buses. How long now before it is
freeways? It has begun: The land of intrusive checkpoints. The 4th amendment is no more. We gave it up when we decided to subject
ourselves and our children to unlawful search and seizure. We
allowed it, and they encroached a little more and a little more, until they got
it all. They know that when you will
sell your personal space, your modesty, the privacy of your very body, AND THAT
OF YOUR CHILD, you have nothing left that is beyond their reach.
But we allow it. We don't want to waste the purchase price of the ticket. We don’t want to be inconvenienced. We don't want to be late for work or some
event. We don't want to lose an extra
day's pay for the time it would take to drive.
We don't want to endure the day long trip in a car with a fussy toddler
or an incontinent old person. We don't
want to cut into our vacation time. So
we sell our freedom and we sell our countrymen out in the process, all for the
price of an airline ticket.
As I mentioned, they instituted this infringement on us during
the busiest travel holiday of the year.
They KNEW that once people had set a vacation plan and bought a ticket
that they would do whatever was told them on the day of the trip, telling
themselves in their minds, “Well, it’s wrong, and I’ll oppose it later, when I
have time and not so much at stake.”
They knew. And they knew once
the people allowed this violation that all their prior resolve would be gone. They knew they could continue and advance to greater levels. They knew that they could aggressively invade
a few here and a few more there, but that the vast majority would not be “overly
inconvenienced” and would therefore remain silent.
Soon it will be all of us. ALL will be
subject to the government’s search and seizure, whenever and wherever they
We have to be willing to sacrifice some of our conveniences. I just don't fly. They will do what they will, and I don’t want
to participate in any of it. I'll
sacrifice time, a few hours on the paycheck and a little comfort, and allow
extra time to take a different means of transportation. I am by no means a frequent flyer, so that is
the best solution for me. If I choose to fly at some point, I have to be
willing to stand for my rights as a free citizen and face the
Sadly, my little piece of the pie being absent from the pie isn’t
hurting the whole pie much. It’s the
frequent fliers who need to be forcing their hand. Unfortunately, they are also the most impacted,
the ones most likely to suffer consequences, and the least likely to rebel
against it. They are empowering the TSA
and the powers that be to successfully violate the public at will.
So what do we do? I don’t have a great and final answer. My best answer is, don’t be worn down. They are counting on Americans either getting
used to it or being worn down to the point that we don’t fight it. I'm sad to say, I think we may be to a point where it could take some heinous action on the part of TSA or some affiliate agency to cause civil unrest on a scale big enough to affect change. It could come in a less than pleasant way. Our culture has grown so fat and lazy that to actually have to sacrifice or fight for a cause that's not for our own personal gain has become distasteful to us. We'll have to have something happen that will override the selfishness and laziness enough to jolt us into action. I hate to think of what it could be, I really do.
Just do not be worn down. "Let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not." Galatians 6:9 Above all, pray. Only God can sort this out and bring leaders to the forefront. We need Him.
I'm going to be more irregular than usual in here for a little while. I'm starting work on a book, and I am probably going to be spending my writing time on it instead of my blog until I get used to the new pace of things. I'll be in and out. :) I have an update on the lighting thing I'm going to want to do soon, and I'm chatty enough that I'm sure I'll be poking my nose in just to say howdy, but if I'm a bit farther between entries for a while, that's why. See ya soon.
We took a spontaneous little trip to our local park yesterday. No real reason... just to blow the cobwebs out of my head, I guess. It turned out to be such a nice time!
Spring is definitely springing here. I didn't check the weather, but I'd guess it was 75-ish and blue skies, light breeze. Perfect weather! It looked like the park folk had just recently planted the pansies. They were pretty, and in boom, but they were still small: 6-pack sized. :) The daffodils and whatnot were up all over the place.
This little marker was at the beginning of a hiking trail. We intended to follow the trail all the way around, but we decided to check out the creek, and that's as far as we made it.
I could go to a place like this and spend all day. One day I will live in a place like this. It was so quiet and the trees arched overhead so that we felt like we had gone into our own private little area. I looked around later and saw that, unfortunately, there was a lot of trash laying around, so I doubt that we had discovered any wonderful place for quiet time, but at least for today it was ours. :)
I suppose the trash could have washed in from other places. We had a couple of heavy rains recently, and you could tell by the way things looked that it had washed through the creek bottom in big gushes and then just recently subsided. I think this creek all but dries up in the heat of the summer, but I'm still too new here to know the habits of things. Anyway, it was beautiful. I was so excited to be there I didn't notice the trash, really, until we were getting ready to leave. I swear, I'd have cleaned some of it up if it hadn't gotten so late already. My husband always cleans up his camp spot better than when he got to it. I guess it's rubbed off on me so much I can't even visit a park without trying to straighten things up. (If he were here he wouldn't let me get away with saying it's his idea. I can't leave ANYTHING without tidying it up. LONG story, different blog.)
My buddy. He like places like this as much as I do.
Yeah, that would be me, goofing off. I almost goofed right off the ledge!
Oop! I got my finger in the corner of this one. :p I just thought it was a beautiful tree. Things are starting to leaf out on lots of the indigenous trees, but this one was just standing stark, stretching it's old bones before the onset of summer, I guess.
I think next time I get a wild hair to take off on a trip I'll just pack a lunch and make everybody go. They'd all say they are busy and don't want to, but they would have enjoyed it.
I'm new here, and this is a BIG state. There are so many places around here to go! I'm going to start hitting them on weekends, I think.
One final picture: We went to the shooting range in Weatherford Monday. My youngest LOVES shooting, so I am throwing in a picture of his target. He's a good shot!
This is the Success Blog of Rhenda the Representative. I will attempt chronicle the journey from life attached to the umbilical of the grid and the government to a more self-sustained life closer to God and the good earth He gave me.
"For thou shalt eat the labour of thine hands: happy shalt thou be, and it shall be well with thee."