Day 11: Knitting fool

Well, I've gotten the proper knitting needles now and found a pattern I fell in love with instantly. Instead of making something simple like a hat or scarf, I am making a Ribbed Lace Bolero. I've been working on this project for about 3 weeks now. I found the pattern at here. This is what the finished project is to look like: 

I have re-started this project 8 times I believe. Until I finally understood the whole turning your work idea. I was thinking when the work ends up on the right needle you would continue with the left needle. WRONG! You simply take the work and turn it to be in your left hand and work with your right hand. So after I realized this I got the ribbed portion underway. Looks great too: 

Then I got to the lace portion. Luckily after 3 attempts at it without assistance, I found this video tutorial here.

The pattern says to switch to a size 10.5 needle after the first row of lace, but I've stayed with a size 8 intentionally and this is what my lace is looking like: 

Now on day 3 of this project this is what I have so far :)

Day 10: What did you do today?

Over sleeping my 8:30am target time, I arrived at Joanne's house at 9:30am, turned my cell into an mp3 player and began cleaning until 12:45pm. Headed to the gas station near my house because their gas was $3.36 this morning when I past it. If I hadn't overslept, I would have stopped for gas and coffee and possibly a muffin. About a mile away from the store, I ran out of gas.

The highs today were in the mid 90s. I drive a 94 Chevy Corsica (aka Betsy) with no air conditioning. First called my landlord (neighbor as well), husband is out in about and gas can is in his trunk. Dialed Mama Bev  and no answer. Proceeded to calling her son Matthew (aka Lil Brother) to hear that his brother Josh has the car. Called my friends whom I've nicknamed Rocelyn (Jocelyn and Roy), for them to go ahead and bring their kids, Nevaeh and Joey, and possibly a gas can. May have been begging at this point. After hanging up, I realized I wasn't far from my church's youth pastor's house, yet he was in Orlando, but suggested calling our mutual friend Laci. DING! DING! DING! Laci not only lived a few minutes away from where Betsy and I were stranded but also had a gas can with gas already in it. Destiny? Called Rocelyn back and cancelled the gas and arranged to meet at McDonald's.

Laci arrives about 15 minutes later. We weren't sure if the gas was good so went to 'The Gas Station' (let it be for ever known as such). Found out there the gas was still good, U-turned it back to Betsy and gave her a little sip. She followed me to The Gas Station just in case (due to my car being as old as she is, people tend to think she's gonna kill over any day, but her and I both know she's a trooper). Besty showed that one mile 'whose the boss' (really miss my Danza now) and gave her some more juice. Proceeded home, longing for a shower, but thanks to the great invention of baby wipes, I wiped the sweat away giving myself a fresh baby scent. Changed clothes, grabbed some snacks, drinks, and dinner and back out into the dreaded heat once more. Met up with Rocelyn to get kids.

 The play date I had scheduled was lagging behind, so Nea Nea, Jo Jo and myself trudged towards the park. Luckily, there were a few HUGE oaks at the park that provided a really nice shade and a nice cooling breeze showed up after I settled down watching the kids run and play. Little over an hour had passed when I got the bright idea of returning back to McDonald's for ice cream cones. As I placed the order, Brenda text me to head to her house for the play date. Not even out of the parking lot of McD's, and the ice creams are melting before the kids can slurp them up. Joey was sitting shot gun with it dripping over his hand and onto his lap. Luckily, he had his swim trucks in his lap. Nea Nea is too busy talking rather than eating her cone; thankfully she was sitting behind so that I couldn't witness her mess. Arriving at Brenda's, it looks like Joey stuck his entire hand into Elmer's glue and Nea Nea is wearing it all over her face and still has little over half a cone to eat.

 Brenda, Mica and their daughter Emily arrive moments later. We had the kids change into swim suits for some fun with a sprinkler. Due to the yard flooding with now mud instead of water, this lasted about 15 minutes. Back inside--kids in one room, adults in the other. "I'm hungry." Hot dogs it is. After feeding the kids, a movie is put on for them, leaving the adults alone. Then it happened. Words exchanged--misunderstanding--tears--hugs--laughter. BOOM!! Now we're under a T-storm warning. Rocelyn phones asking for another hour and half until they get kids back. While watching some Netflix : tattle-telling, time out, tattle-telling, time out. Time to say good-byes. Still a little rain, but slippery out. Load up Betsy and head to meet up with Rocelyn. Help the kids out, getting drenched--my shower I longed for earlier? Arrived home little after 10.

From the moment my feet hit the floor to me typing away at this blog at this very moment, I have gave thanks and praises to my Father all day. I had a wonderful day today! I wouldn't change any of it for anything. My Lord was with me through it all. Thank you again Lord for one of the best days of my life! 

Day 9: Praying poo

I are sick :( Since Friday, I've been fighting the runny nose and sniffles and a small fever yesterday. Today I have a cough but no sore throat. I feel like poo. My eyes are heavy and I slept the entire morning away. Antihistamine isn't my best friend. My nose's faucet doesn't want to turn off.

On a different note, my friend and I were finally able to talk through the misunderstandings of her grandparents. After almost 6 years of friendship, she felt like she couldn't talk to me about the matter. I know her stresses and worries. I have been there with many family members of my own. It's hard to see someone you love and care about suffer and all you want to do is 'kiss it better', yet sometimes the only thing we can do is simply sit back and watch and pray. Though after 6 years of friendship, this is our first quarrel. I think that says a lot all in itself.

She's more than my best friend, I call her my Lil Sis. I've watched her grow up since she was 14. I am 6 years older than her. I love her very much and I tend to act like a big sister to her. I am very protective of her. This is why it hurt me so much in the past 3 days of not speaking to each other. I had tried to reach out to her, but I was ignored. So instead of trying to take things into my own hands, I prayed. I prayed He would give me my Lil Sis back. Last night, I guess you could say, we kissed and made up...though it was through IM. Wish we could have made up in person, we both agreed we both needed a good hug.

Prayer is a powerful thing. You ask and it shall be received. Not on our time, but His! 

Day 8: How much a week can hold?

So it's been a week since I've blogged. This week has been...really cannot find the word(s) to describe it or even sum it up. I'll break it down briefly. It was VBS week at church. I was the snack lady. Preparing snacks for 70 plus kids, is well, a bit exhausting, but enjoyed every minute of it. A very dear friend of mine, introduced me to her grandparents the same day (Monday) her grandfather returned home from the hospital after having a tracheotomy. Long story short, I took the initiative to stay with them to help out with the care of him as well as around the house. Though never directly talking to their children about it other then a little here and there, there was never a direct understanding of what was expected of myself. I willingly accepted being thrown into a lion's den. Leaving out details, last night there was a small, yet upsetting conflict between the grandmother and myself. This conflict, has also brought on uneasiness between my friend and myself. I've prayed and have asked others to pray as well, for my continued strength emotionally, physical endurance, and compassionate patience for this. I know God brought me to them for a reason. I know this is the devil's way of keeping me from doing my job, the job that God hand-picked myself for.

That pretty much sums up the past 7 days for myself. Sorry to exclude some of the details. Some things are best left unsaid. 

Day 7: Do you smell what I smell?

Today has been an overall great day. No more like a blessing in disguise. God is seeing me through my valley one day at a time. He walks so high above me, that He blocks the rain from falling on me :)

One of my houses that I clean, is the grandmother of a friend of mine. She specifically told me to call her Meemaw :) My heart was all warm and fuzzy all over. The only grandmother I have still living is my mom's step-mother. The first time I met Meemaw, I wanted to cry. I was reminded of my dear great-grandmother; she passed 10 years ago February. She looks nothing of my grandmother, nor even the same age. She smells like my grandmother(I read once that our memories can be triggered by smells). Not a stink smell or even that old person smell you find at nursing homes. My grandmother smelt of love--warm, heart-felt embraceable bond that only a grandmother knows the recipe for.

I usually tear up when I remember my grandmother. She was my whole heart. I was 16 and believed she would live for ever. She isn't dead. She's only sleeping. When Jesus returns, she'll be awaken and will greet me at the gates of Heaven. I do miss her physically, but she is always in my heart forever.

Day 6: Struggles

I've been struggling, not including financially for we all are in today's time. I've been struggling with my growth in my relationship with my Lord Jesus Christ. I know there is no such thing as a perfect Christian, but I want to be perfect in His eyes. I know He has forgiven me of my past and I'm learning to forgive myself as well. I do love everyone as He does too, even the ones I've called my enemy in the past. Some days I dive into the Word, eagerly seeking knowledge that He wishes for me to know, as well as I emerge myself into His glory by praising Him in my room with no worries of others watching me. Other days, I feel as if I'm disappointing my Father, as if I'm not worthy, therefore I don't put in the effort of growing that day. Those days, I tend to call my bad days. Before March, my bads days consisted of an explosion of everything going wrong at once, whereas now it is when I fear I am disappointing my Father. I don't want to disappoint Him. He does soo much for me, even when I least expect it, He is always there for me and always sees me through it all.When I stop and see that, thats when I start feeling remorse and unworthy. I know in His eyes I'm worthy...guess it goes back to me forgiving myself of my past. 

The young adults group I participate in from church has been reading in the book of Mark, Jesus' live. The more we dive into this book, the more I can relate to Jesus. He was from a small town and when He returned one day, they said He was just the carpenter. They couldn't see past what He had become. They only saw what they knew. They weren't open to new ideas. Being from a small town as well I can relate. In ten years time, even if I made a name for myself, my hometown would only see me as the girl they knew before. Not that I want fame or anything like that, and neither did Jesus, but they rejected Him. I too have been rejected. Jesus was also hated....we all have been hated at one time or another right? 

I know I'm going all around with my blog today, but just going with my thoughts....

I think my main struggle right now, is accepting that I am not perfect and that He does that and accepts that, but I have to accept it too. Life is a journey for a reason....I'm not just here for the ride, I'm here to grow and learn along the way. 

Day 5: Shakespearan Geometry

It has been about 10 years since I stepped foot into my 10th grade Geometry class. I've never really hated math, but I would say I wasn't overjoyed by it either. I wasn't terrible at it, but was no genius either. During my senior year of HS, I did some tutoring in math, as well as after graduation. I tutored Geometry and Algebra. In 2009, I took my college math classes online. Other than your basic arithmetic that we use on a day to day basis, I haven't touched any of it since...until today. Today I attempted to help a sophomore prepare for finals next week for his Geometry class. Me O MY!! I was on a roll at first, explaining this and that. Then came the awkward pause and flipping of pages, desperately looking for a solution or theorem to help myself know how to explain it to the student. I was soo stumped! So after about 10 minutes of really digging into my head (I was beyond only scratching), we moved onto Literature.

Good ole Shakespeare--Julius Ceasar. I know the story quite well, and just my luck he had only read acts one and two. So with my deep southern accent and a deep breath, away I went reading Ceasar..., "What does that mean," or "Why did they talk like that?" I was bombarded with question after question. I came to learn that he had missed that week on Ceasar due to the flu. Luckily, I've never had the flu (knocks on wood), but I've seen what it does to those around me. Certainly not their best of days, I'll give them that. We continue on Shakespear for about an hour or so and then the noise level heightened. We then decide to call it a night. To my dismay, I feel as if we didn't get much accomplished, although he reassured and thanked me for providing a much clearer understanding to everything. Mission accomplished? No, we only have a few hours to study some more tomorrow and a few more on Sunday. I pray I am able to give him that extra umph his mind needs to absorb what the lessons are before finals day.

Day 4: Simplicity

So I have really found my new hobby! Crochet is my crack! Hopefully soon I'll be able to get some knitting needles and different yarn as well :) I created my very own pattern...Daisies!! Daisies are my favorite of all the flowers--simple and sophisticated in their own way.

Being raised in the south, simplicity is my life mantra. One of my favorite things to do is to ride dirt roads, with the windows down, radio blasting, hair flowing, and singing at the top of my lungs and wayy out of key, with no destination in mind. Due to the past few years and the hike on fuel costs, this activity has now become a luxury and only happens once in a blue moon. I do miss my dirt road therapy. Here in Florida, you're lucky if you find a dirt road. Back home, our dirt is good ole red Georgia clay. It is very slippery when wet. HA, I remember when I was a teenager, my sisters and I lived on a clay road and it stormed up something fierce one night. The next day, we went to our neighbors who had a hill for a drive way, sloping down. My sisters and I, wearing the oldest clothes we owned, went sliding down the hill as well as mud wrestling. Talk about simplicity! I remember playing with and in the dirt as a child, but to do that again as a teenager...yea I definitely miss my dirt road therapy.