The weather folks hyped it up as Frankenstorm – a hybrid of a hurricane and all other apocalyptic weather events.
To prepare, we loaded up on bacon, coffee, hot chocolate and pita chips. I had everyone charge devices and we played loads of Monoploy. I downloaded and read a few books and the kids helped me clear the house. With the exception of the cats doing that meowly thing and some flickering lights, we were unscathed.
This fellow was not as fortunate:
I believe in you. I know this is a problem you can handle. RT @dat_nigga_reee a my nigga i m running out of hotpockets to put in the oven
— Cory Booker (@CoryBooker) November 1, 2012
I adore Cory Booker.
If you can offer assistance to those in need of the aftermath of Hurricane Sandy, please contact a reputable organization.
This week I’m thinking about
One of the books I read during the weekend was by writer Jodi Picoult called Keeping Faith. This is the story of a woman, Mariah, who discovers her husband is unfaithful and become deeply depressed. While Mariah struggles to come to terms with her mental anguish, her daughter Faith is suddenly thrust into the spotlight because she sees visions of God.
This book along, with Hurricane Sandy, has me rethinking my lack of faith. As I watch coverage of people devastated by the hurricane, I can see the hand of God on my life. I was fortunate not to have the damage that others had. But what if I had extreme damage? Would I be thanking God? Or would I be thrust deeper into my questioning of God’s plan?
The Mister tells me that I expect a burning bush or some other fantastic sight to regain my trust in God. Perhaps this weather event was just that “bush” I needed to have me rethink the lack of relationship I have with my God. Stay tuned as I begin my own Finding Faith path.
National Novel Writing Month for the uninitiated. Every November, writers all over are supposed to churn out 50,000 words in a month. I’m not running for office, have a gig I like (meaning a steady paycheck so no worries), and my kids didn’t go out trick or treating (meaning I’m past the hands on phase of child rearing). I think I’m going to give it a go this month.
I have an idea that I’ve been kicking around for the past few months. I also plan to participate in the BlogHer NaBloPoMo.
This translate to have limited IRL (in real life) interactions and the voices in my head will be taking over.
Team Chunk Remix
I bust a button last week. Like those Subway commercials where people are breaking furniture or harming others with their wayward clothing, I have run into this many a day:
This is also a repeating conversation I’ve had with myself when I play closet lotto:
Stay tuned for my weight loss journey as well.