Walking through Wal-Mart parking lot. I see a bumper sticker that said, “Don’t worry about tomorrow, God’s already there”.
Which got me to thinking.
I tell people a lot that He already has a book written of your life – so He knows what’s happening tomorrow. Then started thinking about what His library would look like. 📖
Photo Credit goes to Nemanja Sekulic.
I lost my grandmother when I was in the 7th grade. So, the little things she done I found a little weird. For example, as long as I can remember she called me “Robert”. I don’t know why. By the time I started to get curious, she had already passed away. I never got to ask.
But as I get older I realize a lot of what I thought was weird, prolly isn’t as weird as I thought.
I’m tired of the summer now. I know there are a few who are enjoying the heat && they want it forever. But today, when I got off work, it was 102°F (38.8°C). It was 3:30 PM when I got home. I tried sleeping last night && it was hard since it was 90°F && even with my AC in my small bedroom – it was hot.
I’m ready for cold weather. Or at least the cooler weather we get during fall && winter. Usually late October it starts getting into degrees that I enjoy. Boyfriend keeps saying September should be better. But lately it’s hot then too.
You want to know what time it gets cool in my room? Between 2:00 am && 4:00 am. Want to know what time I was up for work? 3:00 am.
What’s a job you would like to do for just one day?
This is silly. But I would like to work in a Chinese restaurant for just one day.
My reasoning? I really, really, really want to know how Chinese restaurants make their egg drop soup.
I have found a few recipes I like. One more than the others. But it still doesn’t taste or feel like theirs. Theirs is creamy, thick && oh so delicious. Mine comes out good, but doesn’t have that creamy factor that the restaurants have.
Or… a bakery.
I try to do a side hustle of making desserts – who doesn’t love or buy desserts. (Besides me). But I can’t make icing and would love to work in a bakery just to learn how to make it properly.
I’m struggling tonight on what to write about. Been sitting in bed thinking – I just cannot seem to think of anything.
I finally finished reading “The New House” by Tessa Stimson. It basically finished the way I figured it would, but I was hoping it wouldn’t. I wanted more for that character. It was a tough read. I got to 35% read before it began getting good. Once I hit the ‘good spot’ I was able to read through the rest. So if you read it, don’t give up. (I had to read six novellas to actually finish it).
Today I started reading “It Ends With Us” by Colleen Hoover. I’m half way through it right now. I should finish it tomorrow if not Saturday then I will start the second one.
I guess since my brain is bad I tonight I’m just going to curl up in bed while I Love Lucy plays in the background to get some sleep. I have work tomorrow.
Lately all I have been wanting is egg drop soup. I needed to find a recipe that I could do and it taste enough like restaurants that I don’t need to go all the time.
I found one. 😁😁
Now I just need to learn to make the chicken in a stick.
I’m writing this on my phone tonight. Ever just not feel like life? That’s me tonight.
It’s cold && I’m not liking it. Normally I love the cold but this year I’m not. Our pipes froze so if we have to use the restroom we go to the local gas station – which sucks.
I’m sitting in bed right now under three blankets listening to SpongeBob. We have a space heater going but it only does so much. Thankfully we usually have like 8 cats in bed with us, so that helps with body heat.
But that’s me tonight in a nutshell. I almost said to heck with writing for today but decided I really need to write something. So here is my “something”.
Have a good night. See y’all tomorrow…
I miss being able to write poetry. It’s something simple but I’ve lost grip of it.
Some of my saddest moments logged many poems (that I no longer have). It was a way to unclog my mind when I needed help but wouldn’t ask for it. I have tried recently to write a simple poem – maybe I’m not sad anymore. Depression isn’t as strong, hasn’t been for almost five years.
Shouldn’t I be able to write about happiness? Write about love? I should be able to write about anything, right? But when I sit to write a poem, all I get is blanks. Unless you ask for a Haiku. They may be silly but I can write them all day long.
Haiku is actually the type of poetry that got me into writing when I was in fifth grade. After I wrote my first one, it opened my eyes to the beauty of words. My love for words has grown into a passion.
Writing – my first love. My first soulmate.
As I have aged, so has my writing. Has it gotten better? I’d like to think so, but that’s for others to decide, not me. I hope, just with any writer, that mine has gotten better – I at least know for certain it’s gotten better since I wrote my first poem.
All jokes aside – it’s been twenty years. Gosh… twenty years. Never realize how old you are until you break down the years. For example: my mother was fifteen years younger than my father. Fifteen years doesn’t seem much – until it’s broken down. My mother was born in 1962 – in 1962 my father was fifteen. At 18, my father enlisted into the military and had his first son – my mother was three. This was in 1965. Everything seems hunky -dory until it’s broken down.
Twenty years… writing has been my longest relationship. My best friend. The one thing I can turn to when I needed something that I couldn’t get from another person. I just hope one day that I will have something to show for it.
Like… a novel – or three.
But here, my darlings, just for y’all… a haiku:
I’m great! I’m awesome!
One day I will be published.
For now, I will write.
It’s not ‘traditional’, but I’m not from Japan. >.<
The Boyfriend & I met in Yahoo! Pool when we were 18 or 19. We bonded over things, not a lot of things, just some things. Music. Movies. But mostly our love of writing. He and I realized that we both have a soft spot for writing poetry, short stories, or even EPIC STORIES OF GREATNESS!
After we found each other again (after losing touch) the first question he asked me, “Do you still write?” (Of course I do!)
A few years ago The Boyfriend asked if I needed anything from the store before he came home from work. I gave him my small list, which contained one item, and after a little bit I get tagged on Facebook and I wanted to share with the world (the few followers I have) what was wrote. It’s been hidden far too long and I feel like people need to read it.
*Please be advised that as I type it up I will probably change a couple things because I’m OCD when it comes to a few things.
**Originally wrote on December 10, 2014 by Christopher Graves.
Journal Entry 547:
It was a normal day in the kingdom as I was sent out to deliver supplies to the local barters to insure that justice and peace was being upheld. As I sit upon the horse drawn carriage I began day dreaming about a great adventure full of danger and caution; one the old ones wrote about. Suddenly, I was disturbed by the Queen’s dove. In its wing, it held a letter of great importance, since the dove only carries the most urgent letters. I reached for the letter and as my fingers gripped the parcel the dove quickly flew away leaving a small bag of coins, a key with no teeth, and a map. I unrolled the parchment and a grave message was written upon the page.
My champion, our kingdom is in grave danger! The flames of hell are approaching our doorsteps and only you, alone, can calm the flames. You must venture into the dark kingdom of Wal-Mart and retrieve the relic known as “The Tampons”.
I smile, as if my prayers had been answered. At once I cut lose my faithful steed, Malibu, claimed my possessions, and off I went to begin my epic journey.
Journal Entry 604:
The days drew countless as I drew near the dark kingdom of Wal-Mart. The grey sky started to turn black as I witnessed with my own eyes the twisted and hellish gates that housed this kingdom. As I drew near the smell of death and burnt flesh filled my nostrils. What lay before me? Creatures wearing aprons covered in blood and the crowns of dead men that cried “Merry Christmas… Merry Christmas”; fear set in as I placed my back to my steed. As I crept closer I notice a bucket full of gold – the coin bag! How would the Queen know?! I tossed the gold into the bucket and at once, every creature attacked the coin bag, ripping it into pieces sending the coins towards the heaven. I jumped on this chance and made my way into this hellish realm sending my steed back to safety as I journeyed into the kingdom – along and frightened.
Journal Entry 804:
I fear this may be my last entry as the kingdom has drained what sanity I have left. The map is of no use to me as it sends me in circles.
Has the flames of hell already taken my home and devoured all I know?
Journal Entry 805:
I found that the map wasn’t false as I had though originally, I just had it upside down. As I pass many relics and artifacts of wonder, I leave them be, since they are not mine to take nor do they pertain to my quest. I follow the map far into the back past “cosmetics, personal hygiene and the place known as Pharmacy”. I take the key with no teeth and insert it into the key hole of a large chest and once it opens I claim my price.
Content, I find a nearby entrance and make my way home… to my Queen… to my Kingdom.
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