When I was small it felt like I was the color crayon queen, as I feverishly colored every single page of my color books! I consciously sought to use as many brightly colored crayons as I could muster, on each and every page. It was wonderful… as long as I stayed inside the lines!
When I homeschooled my daughters, I was given the renewed desire to draw and paint. It was like my early school days all over again! We had nearly everything that Crayola offered, as I felt it my motherly duty to provide full courses in every category of education, especially art. The bonus for me was that my daughters were so young, they thought I was amazing at whatever we did. Homeschooling them was like Disneyland for this girl!
With all that being said, I am simply awful at painting… I mean, we’re talking train wreck bad! While I aspire to have the talent of artists such as Picasso and the like… I’m more akin to Bob Rossi mixed with Will Farrell. No offense Bob… I’m just keeping it real.
While you may or may not have noticed the lack of my presence over the last week, we are in a transition period of being homeless. Now, don’t get fussy just yet, cause when I said that God’s got me… I mean it fully in every sense of the words!
In order for us to be eligible for housing assistance, we must first be classed as homeless. What this meant for us… abandon the RV!
By God’s grace and purpose, from the time we got into the car, we were actually homeless for a total of 35 minutes… the time it took for us to drive to the motel that was paid for and provided. This has to have been one of the easiest moves I’ve ever had to make!
The double bonus is that we barely have anything to take with us, so the packing has been easy. We still have to have the RV towed to a storage facility, as it is not drivable at all.
At this time, all I can really tell you is that I took a shower in my own bathroom last night…
Ok… I can tell you more!
I have a working toilet, hot water, a mini kitchen, a huge fluffy bed covered in white sheets, white pillows, white everything…
My bathroom towels are all white… and clean!
There is a pool, a gym, a laundry room, breakfast provided each morning, free parking, free internet… free everything!
While we are still a distance away from actual housing… I could not be more grateful to my God, my husband, my WordPress family, and absolutely every single person who had a part in opening all the doors, thus far.
This has been such a journey, and though I realize it is not over, when one has been drowning, that first breath of glorious air is indescribable!
I’m gonna be incredibly real here, folks! Money makes the world go round, so as far as listing jobs to I’d do for free…. there ain’t one!
Now, don’t get me wrong… pretty much every single thing I do each day is done for free and with no monetary compensation.
Seriously, dishes laundry cooking cleaning writing exercising, etc. In my younger years, I birthed, raised, and educated three children… without being paid one red penny!
When I divorced my first husband, I went to work. I paid child support for three children, was disowned my family, kicked out of my church, and ostracized by every friend I had, save one!
My ex-husband got the cars, the house, the kids, and all the sympathy and money gifts everyone could offer the poor sod… so sad for him… waaahhhh!
So, you’ll have to forgive my caustic answer to what job I would do if money didn’t matter. If we’re being fully honest… no one does anything for free anymore, not if you look closely…
Beyond a headache and the sniffles, I have come to the determination that the change of season is kicking my rear end!
For some reason I am feeling the transition this year, rather painfully.
I’ve no fever and absolutely no other viral symptoms… I just hurt from the top of my head to the tips of my toes, and both IBS and Fibro are warring with one another, as well!
Yes, I am whining!
Yes I am in need of some feelsorryformyselferry!
My poor husband has had to take on the roll of being the full time listener of my whinery!
Since I can’t take anything for the pain or swelling that Fibro, my roomie, wants me to… it’s a hard knock life for me! I think that must be why my other roomie, IBS, is throwing a major hissy fit. She hates it whenever something upsets the balance of her world.
I suppose, if I chose to do so… I could let things send me round the bend, what with all the symptoms and no solution. But… never fear, because there is one solution that always helps when things are in a bad way. I call it shutting down, powering off, or if you want a real world example… skipping class!
Everyone remembers skipping class, right? No? Calling out sick, accidentally not answering the phone, netflixing it, dishes will wait… ing it!
At this very moment, I am writing a note to you and then plan on spending the day playing computer games in my pajamas! I did the exact same thing yesterday, as well. I’m not cooking, not cleaning, not walking and not doing a single thing that I normally do each day… don’t care!
That’s the joy of living like a hobbit… no one notices when you do things out of the ordinary, when you skip work or class, or when you drop off the radar. I’ve no one to expect anything out of me, other than my husband… and right now, it’s him that I’m gaming with, so that’s a win win in my book.
I think that the worse is over for now, what with fall settling in to cool us off and water the earth for the darker months ahead. The most difficult time of the year for me is early spring and early fall… when the shift occurs, as I refer to it.
Once done, I should be right as rain, so hang in there my friends, as I’ve a pretty decent fall and winter line up of fun stuff!
For now… I’m loading my weapons and heading for the wastelands… Horde night is coming!
Journey With Me! 