A Man Who Prays

Something struck me today while in conversation with a friend of mine. As usual, I was bored to death at my sister's house, sitting at the computer doing nothing. I decided to call my friend, since I hadn't talked to him in a couple of days.

We chatted for a minute, asking how each other was doing, you know the usual stuff. I was telling him that the old company sent my severance so I was able to get most of my bills caught up. It's been two months and I am still searching for full time employment somewhere. I have a part time job, but it's exactly that. The hr department at the part time job said they could not make me full time because of budget cuts (right) but they will schedule me as many days as they can. That can really be anywhere from one day to 4 days, normally no more than 20 hours. That is better than nothing, but it's not really spelling relief either. The only time I may be able to get more than 20 hours a week is if someone calls out. Usually I am the first person they try to call.

My friend gave me some words of encouragement and then he says, " I have been praying for you."

I thanked him for that. I mean shoot, who don't need prayer? I need all the prayer I can get these days and time. He continues to tell me that there are women out there who don't believe he prays.

What??? Tell me that's not really what some women think???

I ask why and he said it may have to do with how people perceive him. He is a nice looking guy, dress nice, very nice truck, nice bike, has a stable job (in other words the bling) and he is a people person. Yet most women see $$ and not neccesarily the inner persona of someone when they first see them.

Humph.

Maybe I'm just one of those women that fit in the 1% group that aren't neccesarily wanting a man for their material possessions. All that is good. Yet I got sooo much respect for a man who prays, who knows that they are not perfect and they do need to pray to a higher power for guidance. I got even greater respect for those who not only pray for themselves, but they pray for others in the process.

It just kinda had me dumbfound for a minute to think that there are some people that don't believe others pray, or go to church, or worship because of an image.

So here is to my dear friend. Thank you for your continued prayers. Like the old church song goes, "Somebody Prayed for Me".

And Here Are Some Things...

...that I have been wanting to vent about for the longest but I have not had a chance to. I could probably write a book on some of the crap I had to go through the last several months.

The toilet tissue theory
24 rolls of toliet tissue (in my opinion) should be enough to last two bathrooms AT LEAST a month. That is 12 rolls upstairs and 12 rolls downstairs. But WHY the bathroom downstairs always ran out of toilet tissue within a week? My cousin was living with me at the time (she has moved out of my apartment about two weeks ago) and it would never fail after a week and after she has decided to sit her tail down in the bathroom would she yell upstairs, "Can you bring me some toilet tissue?" What? Is your butt eating the toilet tissue? What is really going on? Imagine someone just wrapping toilet tissue around their hands for days just to wipe themselves. This is what I think she does. That makes a sister want to go work for Kimberly Clark just to make sure tissue is in the house.

If there are paper plates and plastic utensils in the house, why are you constantly dirtying dishes?
There is a stack of 150 paper plates and a box of plastic forks but yet you want to go out and get a clean dish out of the cabinet and eat out of it, knowing good and well you do not like to wash dishes...

And while we are on that subject, why must you use all the dishes, pots, and pans before you decide the dishes need to be washed?
I cannot stand standing dishes in the sink and when I cook, I wash dishes as well. A kitchen needs to maintain cleanliness. One or two dishes, fine but the entire cabinet??? My cousin would eat out of a dish, then later she would get something else to eat and instead of washing what she used she would get another dish and use it. She would do anything just to keep from having to wash the dishes. I'm sorry but most of us learned how to wash dishes at an early age and were not subjected to using a dishwasher (that is if there was even one in the house). If you are over the age of 30 and your hands are able, then you should be able to wash the dishes. Period.

And one more thing: must you know what I have in my carry out tray from my dining out experience? And why must you have to ask for some of my food?
Maybe that sounds rude, but it's a different thing if I offered it to you you know like "Do you want some of the food I got from Zaxby's", but not "Ohh what you got in there. Can I have some?" That just irks me to the upteenth power.

Some of the many rants I needed to let out. Believe me there is more, but I will stop right there for now.