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For Today: Sunday, August 7, 2016
I am thinking... In case you missed my Hodgepodge post this week, I've been on a much needed hiatus from social media (among other things). I've been getting back in the swing of things this week. What I'm thinking about is how rusty my writing seems to be. My first few posts have been very difficult to create. I have in my head what I want, but conveying that on the screen has been extremely difficult. Hopefully writing will be like riding a bike and I'll pick it right up and cruise.
I'm also thinking about Sunday school. In my last Daybook, I talked about the trials of trying to find a new class. This unfortunate change felt necessary because I was getting more and more uncomfortable in my old class. I've still not found a class that is studying any deep, practical studies, nor have I found classmates to whom I can really relate. I almost envy my friend who's headed to Graduate School in Tuscaloosa (Roll Tide). She's found people her age who are really diving into the Word. I'm truly happy for her. I did, however, hook up with a group of ladies who have welcomed me like a sister. I think I'm going to camp in their class for a while. I suppose I'll just have to keep studying on my own for more depth, though it's much better when I have someone to share and trade insights with.
I'm also thinking about Sunday school. In my last Daybook, I talked about the trials of trying to find a new class. This unfortunate change felt necessary because I was getting more and more uncomfortable in my old class. I've still not found a class that is studying any deep, practical studies, nor have I found classmates to whom I can really relate. I almost envy my friend who's headed to Graduate School in Tuscaloosa (Roll Tide). She's found people her age who are really diving into the Word. I'm truly happy for her. I did, however, hook up with a group of ladies who have welcomed me like a sister. I think I'm going to camp in their class for a while. I suppose I'll just have to keep studying on my own for more depth, though it's much better when I have someone to share and trade insights with.
I am thankful... for a new week. Last week wasn't the best of weeks. I need a do-over.
This was another Eleanor Burns inspired project. I made it as a big sister gift to go along with a baby quilt gift for the little sister. OK, see, what had happened was...I made a baby afghan for my friend Annie's new baby, Ellie. Well, before I mailed it, I decided to make one for her big sister, Bea, since I'd not make anything for her. Well, I finished it and got it mailed in time for Ellie first birthday. Better late than never.
I am reading... I've completed a couple of books in my Bookworm challenge. The reviews are here and here.
In my read through the Bible, I just finished the book of Isaiah and am in the throws of Jeremiah.
The daily readings from Spugeon's Evening by Evening have been insightful and uplifting. He has such a poetic way of conveying the Word of God. It's all I can do not to speed through and finish rather than take the day-by-day devotional passages.
I've got several other books in progress. Hopefully I'll be finishing up more this week.
In my read through the Bible, I just finished the book of Isaiah and am in the throws of Jeremiah.
The daily readings from Spugeon's Evening by Evening have been insightful and uplifting. He has such a poetic way of conveying the Word of God. It's all I can do not to speed through and finish rather than take the day-by-day devotional passages.
I've got several other books in progress. Hopefully I'll be finishing up more this week.
I am learning... I've learned never to dry my nails with a hair dryer. I didn't know that the heat keeps my nails wet. Yep, I jacked up my last nail painting session by doing that.
Favorite quote(s) of the week:
"In order to be successful in any kind of undertaking, I think the main thing is for one to grow to the point where he completely forgets himself, that is, to lose himself in a great cause. In proportion as one loses himself in this way, in the same degree does he get the highest happiness out of his work." - Booker T. Washington
On Pokémon Go: ""The game makers didn't factor in the dumbass factor." - Greg Burgess
"In order to be successful in any kind of undertaking, I think the main thing is for one to grow to the point where he completely forgets himself, that is, to lose himself in a great cause. In proportion as one loses himself in this way, in the same degree does he get the highest happiness out of his work." - Booker T. Washington
On Pokémon Go: ""The game makers didn't factor in the dumbass factor." - Greg Burgess
I am looking forward to...
- The Lincoln 5k this Saturday. I've not done this one before. I've never driven to Lincoln either.
- Cooler weather so I can get outside for more walks and rides.
- Football season (ROLL TIDE & FEAR THE BEAK).
- Labor day. I need a day off.
- Christmas. I'm not sure why. As wonderful as Christmas is, that time of year is usually very lonely and depressing for me and I usually never get to give how I want to.
And now for something totally different...
This world is full of the interesting and the strange. No more stranger things are found but those in the women's section of a clothing store. Ellen DeGeneres once said, "Men's jeans are sized by length and width and they usually fit, but women's jeans are sized by someone who hates women." She's right, plus, I'm convinced women's clothing manufacturers and stores think women are stupid and will buy ANYTHING.
My sister and I were out shopping and saw these two little ditties:
This is a shirt at JC Penny. No, that doesn't say "ox" is says "zero X." Zero X? WTH? There's no such thing. Sizing is XS, S, M, L, XL (or 1X), 2X, etc. There ain't no zero X. Do they really think big girls are so dumb that this convinces them that they are a size zero? Come on! This is as ridiculous as the sizing in stores like Target. Their plus sized department is full of clothes marked 1, 2, or 3. These don't stand for 1X, 2X, and 3X. We don't know WHAT they stand for since NOTHING fits no matter what number is on the size tag. Hey, plus size clothing designers, could y'all just make clothes that FIT and put the correct sizes on them? Is that too much to ask?
Man, this stuff is making Wal-Mart look tame.
This world is full of the interesting and the strange. No more stranger things are found but those in the women's section of a clothing store. Ellen DeGeneres once said, "Men's jeans are sized by length and width and they usually fit, but women's jeans are sized by someone who hates women." She's right, plus, I'm convinced women's clothing manufacturers and stores think women are stupid and will buy ANYTHING.
My sister and I were out shopping and saw these two little ditties:
This is a shirt at JC Penny. No, that doesn't say "ox" is says "zero X." Zero X? WTH? There's no such thing. Sizing is XS, S, M, L, XL (or 1X), 2X, etc. There ain't no zero X. Do they really think big girls are so dumb that this convinces them that they are a size zero? Come on! This is as ridiculous as the sizing in stores like Target. Their plus sized department is full of clothes marked 1, 2, or 3. These don't stand for 1X, 2X, and 3X. We don't know WHAT they stand for since NOTHING fits no matter what number is on the size tag. Hey, plus size clothing designers, could y'all just make clothes that FIT and put the correct sizes on them? Is that too much to ask?
We saw this at Cato. Is it a bale of hay? A giant peanut? A corn husk? If that's an acorn, I'd hate to see the squirrel that hides that sucker for the winter. I think this is supposed to be a purse. No, just, no!Man, this stuff is making Wal-Mart look tame.
Southern Women Channel's YouTube Channel shared:
From Facebook: S. Williams shared:
From Facebook: J. Scull shared:
From Facebook:
Saturday marked my third go at the Woodstock 5k. The first time, I did it in 57:55. The second trip was as the sweeper, so no time was kept since I wasn't officially in the race. This time, I finished in 58:45, so my pace is pretty much the same. My health is better, but I knew that there would be no hardware for me...so I thought.
New to the race was the opportunity to purchase a finisher's medal. I'd only heard of getting finisher's medals for half and full marathons, not 5ks. That, plus the $8.00 price tag gave me pause. I consider the race shirt as my reward for finishing; everything else is gravy. Boy, did I get some gravy.
For starters, on the way to packet pick up, I got a message from Mrs. Melba, one of my running heroes. She had purchased a finisher's medal for me. That loving gesture floored me.
OK, the race hasn't even started, and I'm wanting to do the ugly cry...
The race director honored me by asking me to help hand out the medals at the awards ceremony. That whole process was unnerving, and I accidentally swapped the male and female medals in one age group (sorry Neeli). It was fun, plus, our Black Girls Run group won in our race category. (woot!)
OK, now it's about to get weird.
Each year, the board of Anniston Runners Club votes on the Skylar Brady award. Incredibly, they voted for me.
**insert ugly cry here**
Two days later, and I'm still in shock. An award? Me? No! They don't give stuff like this to someone like me. I still don't know how to process receiving such an honor. I've had a hard time acknowledging it. I give God the glory.
From Sunday's paper. Article by Joe Medley.
From Facebook: S. Williams shared:
From Facebook: J. Scull shared:
From Facebook:
Saturday marked my third go at the Woodstock 5k. The first time, I did it in 57:55. The second trip was as the sweeper, so no time was kept since I wasn't officially in the race. This time, I finished in 58:45, so my pace is pretty much the same. My health is better, but I knew that there would be no hardware for me...so I thought.
New to the race was the opportunity to purchase a finisher's medal. I'd only heard of getting finisher's medals for half and full marathons, not 5ks. That, plus the $8.00 price tag gave me pause. I consider the race shirt as my reward for finishing; everything else is gravy. Boy, did I get some gravy.
For starters, on the way to packet pick up, I got a message from Mrs. Melba, one of my running heroes. She had purchased a finisher's medal for me. That loving gesture floored me.OK, the race hasn't even started, and I'm wanting to do the ugly cry...
The race director honored me by asking me to help hand out the medals at the awards ceremony. That whole process was unnerving, and I accidentally swapped the male and female medals in one age group (sorry Neeli). It was fun, plus, our Black Girls Run group won in our race category. (woot!)
OK, now it's about to get weird.Each year, the board of Anniston Runners Club votes on the Skylar Brady award. Incredibly, they voted for me.
**insert ugly cry here**
Two days later, and I'm still in shock. An award? Me? No! They don't give stuff like this to someone like me. I still don't know how to process receiving such an honor. I've had a hard time acknowledging it. I give God the glory.
From Sunday's paper. Article by Joe Medley.
Good going with the running and the award!
ReplyDeleteThe afghan looks nice - especially wrapped around the youngsters. Aren't ALL crafts much better when someone dear uses them after they are made? ;-)
Visiting from SWD. Mine's up at Practically at Home.
Yes, they are.
DeleteThanks for the encouragement.