Yeah. I'm still having that moment. What I want to know is why when one is tired and whiney and feeling illish - the felines and canines form an unholy alliance? Setting up rovalerts and screachfests in your front and back yard? How do dogs time their frantic barking at intervals that allow you to almost slip sweetly off only to be jolted awake by woofs and aroooos? Why is that.

So here I am again, tired, cranky - a nice little cough developing - and I simply do not have time to be physically sick with my full plate of issues and neuroses. Really. I ordered ALE. Not AILMENT. I'm sending it back.

Anyway. Today is Good Friday and since I reside in a largely Catholic section of the planet, most of my copeeps were hankering for a day off - which I never understood as mass happens ALL day and if you're walkin to Chimayo you shoulda already been on your happy way yesterday. My HR blood bubbles reminding me its just a plot to get a day off with pay. Yes, I know, Lutherans observe Good Friday too...this nondenom doesn't - at least not in the church sense. But I am aware...and will not joke about it. I will say - if you're tryin' grow attendance at your local JF place....Good Friday ain't the way to go. Try Easter. Nuff said. An awesome friend of mine reminded me of the word "Reverence" this week - and I think I need to spend time considering my own heart - and that word. Today is a good day for reverence. (winks at friend) (winks at other friends who are giving an idiot a second chance to redeem herself)

OKAY I'll wink at you too. Just don't TOS me for unapproved flirting.

Peace. Have a wonderful weekend. After I cuss and scream over our taxes - I'll be around to bug you on your page.

Someone broke in to my home and replaced all the mirrors with pictures of something ugly and rotten. Everytime I walk by now - instead of my placid reflection....a bleary eyed, puffy, ashy little troll leers back at me. Its disconcerting.

In the cool of the morning I consulted my cerebral library and found this little known universal gem: One must not experience more than three days of hellish reality - rather the human soul must be placated with some form of intermittent hope - unless chaos desires to be rendered inconsequential as the norm.

Ok so like - I'm over due for a good day, right? Because hellish chaos is becoming my norm. And more crap looms eminent and foul on my polluted horizon. So I remit my "good day" card and I expect it will not be on back order.

Yup. Yesterday sucked - a noxious mix of feta and green jello with cabbage kind of banquet - that was my day. Today hasn't started much better. But I stand on the validity of my cerebral library. Really. If all we experience sucks - how will we know 'good'?

Peace. Its gonna be a great day (Tam crosses her fingers, toes and eyes and backs slowly out of the room)

Yeah well I got preachy on this one.  I'm just tryna stay "UP" today so here is a rhymer for you and each line begins with a subsequent letter of the alphabet. I think I got them all....

Above the chaos you see

Beyond your earthbound destiny

Cradled in the master’s hands

Dreams await and sacred plans

Eternal stuff for your weary soul

Fueled by love to make you whole

Generate the light where shadows break

Heal the cracks the wounds mistakes

Illuminate the chains by which you’re bound

Just take His hand and know you’re found

Kindred spirit deep within

Love never ends where you begin

My precious child I love you more

Never doubt what you’re created for

Only rest in me I give you peace

Protection, power and sweet release

Quiet child I am your source

Removing rocks I set your course

Swift water rises and winds may blow

Trust in me and this you know

Unconditional love precious and true

Victory and strength belong to you

Wherever you are I am with you there

Xoye your shepherd within my care

You are priceless by my infinite design

Zion waits – dear child mine.

TB 090706

Ah my child - its a good thing he isn't a blogger. The small and irritating spawn is at work with me because he has a half day....oh the joy of public education. Good thing I read the sign out front or he'd be at school....waiting with his bro' to whom we gave a mobile phone so we could call and say things like "do not walk from your school to your brother's school to pick up your psychotic irritating small bro - because he will not be there....does the big twitterpated teen listen to his messages? no. I finally get him to answer said phone and he is at eric's school wondering why the building is dark and there are no sticky people waitig outside...HAVE THEY LOST THEIR MINDS...Oh I need a beer and a hot tub...and Bjorn with some tequila and limes.

The above picture is the small one - bleary eyed and partially glued to the computer. peace