So I have this LDS Scripture of the Day widget on my Droid. Every day there is a new verse from the Bible or Book of Mormon on my little phone screen.
Have you ever noticed how much more inspirational or personal scripture verses can be when read one at a time and totally out of any context?
Yes, me, too.
Here is today’s verse:
“Cast thy burden upon the Lord, and he shall sustain thee: he shall never suffer the righteous to be moved” (my emphasis added) Psalm 55:22.
Wish I’d had this one framed and in my house before we moved up here. Now that I’m here, though? I might be willing to take up drinking if it guarantees me an all expenses paid move out. State-side, of course.
And George . . .
Did you ever sit down to blog about something, I mean an actual pre-determined topic, and you just drew a big huge blank?
What to say about what I want to say? How to say it without overstating or understating it all. I don’t want to be a whiner, but I also don’t want to be all, “Yay Europe! Let’s move to Europe! Or Asia!”
Because I’d really rather not move to Europe. Or Asia. Especially that big, communist country in Asia. Oh, and South America? Yeah, please not that one either. What I’m saying, really, is that I’d like to stay state-side.
I mean, Europe could be a great experience. To heck with deciding whether to put the kids in the American school or the regular neighborhood school, I’d just home school again and we’d travel all over the continent. Really, what better education could I possibly give my children if that opportunity were to present itself? I might be a little leery of doing that in that big communist country or in South America, however.
Aside from the whole difficulty of learning a new language and managing culture shock in five children and myself (not too worried about the husband, other than the food part of the culture shock – other than that he wouldn’t care), the other big problem an overseas move would present (umm . . . aside from getting me there) would be our animals.
What will we do with our pets if we have to go overseas??????????
I suppose we could board the horses somewhere for a couple of years. But the dogs and cats? I don’t know how easy or difficult it would be to take three dogs and two cats overseas with us. It would kill me to have to get rid of any of them. It would kill my children even more. Then they would kill us in our sleep, and rightly so.
BUT. Why am I worried about it now? Why am I getting nauseous every time I eat already? It could be that nothing will happen. NOTHING. Kind of like that whole possible job in Poland two years ago. Maybe nothing will come of it. It’s just that right now we are 99.9% sure McH is getting a promotion (too many details to blog about while curled up in the fetal position, but there are reasons for us to be 99.9% sure of the promotion thing), and based on our educated guessing by the things we do know, we could be sent freaking anywhere.
And I? Am not enjoying the uncertainty of it all.
This is EXACTLY why I didn’t want him to work for the FBI. All this moving nonsense. Hell, he’s probably just working undercover for the FBI and can’t tell me, so I think we may be going overseas for some large corporation, while unbeknownst to me it is really because he has a secret assignment to kill the president of Paraguay with a spoon.
A week and two days. We should know something in a week and two days. Assuming we don’t spontaneously combust or implode or something before then.
Remember all that adoption waiting? Feeling wound so tight you could snap? Yeah, this is kind of like that.
And George, if you’re out there, Tewt the Newt is going to hide so he doesn’t have to go anywhere.
By now we all know that that Punxsutawney dude saw his shadow, dooming us to six more weeks of winter.
But we also all know that we don’t care what he says. We know the real authority on such manners is actually Phullabaloney Fill, the adoption, weather, and whateverelse predicting groundhog.
So I got him out of bed this morning and reminded him that today is his BIG DAY (since there hasn’t been much adoption predicting to do as of late). To say he was less than thrilled would be putting it mildly.
He slurred something about the weather forecast and the outdoors not being fit for man nor beast. Then there was some bellowing about it being to frapping cold, and I couldn’t make him $#%&! go out.
And then, after actually getting him out of his room . . .
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I gave up.
So I guess we’re just going to have to take the word of that other groundhog this year.
And George, if you’re out there, no stuffed groundhogs were hurt in the filming of this post.
