Go. Be. Do.

So this happened last night... What started out as a cute moment with my neighbor dog who came over to play turned into a blurry selfie of a dog licking my cheek. You see, I'm not a dog person. I'm not going to be a dog person. Ever. I don't want to be a dog person.  They bark.  They smell.  They slobber. They require attention and food.  The list could go on and does. But, somehow...someway...this dog has worked his way into my heart. I love this dog.  He loves me. Maybe it's because he comes and goes aften a few minutes of play time.  Maybe it's because he doesn't try to take over my side of the bed.  Maybe it's because I have two teen boys and am used to more random smells and the constant disappearance of food occurring. Who knows the reason why, but this dog is special to me. So, last night when attempting a pic with him and I saw what was about to take place, I braced myself and allowed a dog kiss to be planted on my face.  I still jerked a little, as

More and more I am seeing this thought meme-ing its way through social media... "I wish it were as easy to lose weight as it is to gain weight." I beg your pardon... Whoever said it was easy to gain weight?   What part about gaining weight is any easier than losing it? I gained weight consistently over the course of the first 41 years of my life. I do not recall those years as easy ones where my weight was concerned. What is easy about being the heaviest person in your family? Or in your class? What is easy about having to buy clothes that are labeled as "husky"? Or later on in life, have to shop in a special section of the store for "women's sizes" or even in stores that only carry "women's sizes". What is that supposed to even mean...women's sizes??? What is easy about feeling as if you have no self control? What is easy about eating until your pants are too tight before you ever get up from the table? What is easy a

I had a moment over the weekend when I remembered my car from my college days.  Something during Sunday's sermon made me think of it. Wish I could remember what it was that sparked such a memory, but I know I had to chuckle when the thought of that car crossed my mind. That car. Oh, that dear, seafoam green Chevy Impala from some year in the 80's...bless its heart. That car spent as much time not running/getting worked on as it did running.  Maybe more so.  When one thing would get fixed, another went awry. Some things I never even attempted to get fixed due to the cost. Things like the heater running 100% of the time. That included summer, folks. Summers in Indiana are more humid than in Georgia. When I would travel the four hours from Fort Wayne to home, I would buy a bag of ice and put it under my legs to stay cool. I did what I had to do to get by...and, it never left me stranded on the side of the road; usually just in a parking lot somewhere.  There is that.  And,