Escape From Rainbow Cage

There was a young woman who lived with lived with her mother.  The young woman had hamster that she'd had as a class pet for her elementary students.  At the end of the year she kept it at home.  Early one morning the mother came RUNNING down the hall.  The hamster had escaped and was climbing up the curtains in the mother's room.  The the young woman grabbed a case with a lid and went to catch it.  The hamster hid behinds shelves and dressers. There were many places to hide because the mother had A LOT of stuff in her room.  The young woman piled stuff on the mother's bed in an effort to get to the hamster.  After about ten minutes the young woman caught the hamster and put it back in the cage.  The young woman and the mother found out how the hamster escaped and fixed it so that wouldn't happen again.  Then the young woman said to the mother that the hamster should have been gone because the hamster bit her when the young woman changed the bedding in her cage.  At the time the mother had said that the hamster would be fine and not do that again.  The young woman said two things: 1)If the hamster escaped to the mother's room again she young woman would not catch it; and 2)The hamster had to go.  The mother did not come to the defense of the hamster.  This time, she agreed.

You can't run from God

For a long time... A year or so... I've been running from God.  Running from something that I know I am supposed to do, but have been fighting from the jump.  As a high school senior I was blessed with a scholarship that would pay for three degrees: a bachelors degree, a masters degree, and a doctorate.  I was just happy I had money for school, ya know.  Anyway, in my head I figured that I'd go to school for four years... in and out.... And I kinda did that.... But in four and a half years.... Plus summer sessions.  Graduated December 2006, after a few complications here and there.  On my cap I had a little check sheet: a box with BS beside it, one for MAEd, and one for PhD. 

At the time, I had no intentions of getting the PhD.  I just thought the decorations were nice. In January 2007 I began my MAEd program.  Graduated August 2008.  Time to get a job now.  Why? Because I be doggone if I was going back to school, but in the back of my mind I kept hearing a voice telling me to go on to school... Incessant little nagging thing... I silenced it for several months.  And that was quite a challege.  Why?  Because I worked in the 'hood.  The actual hood... Ya know... Drug spot right up the next block.  And the kids?  I wasn't used to working with that type of population. But I did it.  And I learned a lot along the way.  But the job was not to last forever.  The school closed in June.  I had put my resignation papers in at the end of February because everyone had to decide then if they wanted to interview for the new school.  I had no worries because I was sure I'd find a job in my home county.  Wrong.  Budget cuts equal hiring freeze.  No job for me.  What was I to do?  The little voice was back.  Go to school.  Go to school.  So, in school I am.  And I am nervous... Anxious... And any other adjective that fits there.  But in a scripture I read today (Thanks to a link that a friend posted. You know who you are) I came across this verse:

Psalms 46:5 God is in the midst of her; she shall not be moved: God shall help her, and that right early.

 And that verse just screamed on me.... God SHALL help her.  He SHALL help her.

This verse will be my motivation.

But, I shall also need the motivation and support of my family and friends.  So, I charge you!  Keep me prayed up and motivated.

I won this via an online contest given by Roslyn Hardy Holcomb.

Thanks Ros!

Dear Blog,

I am sorry that I have neglected you.  I promis that I will put pictures and words in/on you very soon!



Love,

-M

What would you say?

A farmer named Clyde had a car accident. In court, the trucking company's fancy lawyer was questioning Clyde.  "Didn't you say, at the scene of the accident, 'I'm fine,'?"  asked the lawyer.  Clyde responded, "Well, I'll tell you what happened. I had just loaded my favorite mule, Bessie..." the farmer said.  "I didn't ask for any details", the lawyer interrupted. "Just answer the question. Did you not say, at the scene of the accident, 'I'm fine!'?" Clyde said, "Well, I had just got Bessie into the trailer and I was driving down the road....." The lawyer interrupted again and said, "Judge, I am trying to establish the fact that, at the scene of the accident, this man told the Highway Patrolman on the scene that he was just fine. Now several weeks after the accident he is trying to sue my client. I believe he is a fraud.  Please tell him to simply answer the question."  By this time, the Judge was fairly interested in Clyde's answer and said to the lawyer, "I'd like to hear what he has to say about his favorite mule, Bessie".

Clyde thanked the Judge and proceeded.  "Well as I was saying, I had just loaded Bessie, my favorite mule, into the trailer and was driving her down the highway when this huge semi-truck and trailer ran the stop sign and smacked my truck right in the side. I was thrown into one ditch and Bessie was thrown into the other. I was hurting, real bad and didn't want to move. However, I could hear ole Bessie moaning and groaning. I knew she was in terrible shape just by her groans. Shortly after the accident a Highway Patrolman came on the scene. He could hear Bessie moaning and groaning so he went over to her. After he looked at her, and saw her fatal condition, he took out his gun and shot her between the eyes.  Then the Patrolman came across the road, gun still in hand, looked at me and said, "How are you feeling?"

"Now what the hell would you say?"