My Top Ten

Tis the season to be thankful, Fa la la la laa, la la la la!

My faith. Where would I be without God in my life? I used to entertain the idea of a life sans God. Now the thought is foreign to me. What would I be without Him? Life without the promise and hope of Heaven and seeing His face is bleak and pointless. Meaningless. I’m so thankful for His faithfulness. No one will ever be able to understand how much I am grateful for His sustaining hand and how, no matter what I’ve done to Him or treated Him, He has never left me forsaken or crying out to Him.

My parents. I can’t imagine how much they have sacrificed over the years for my siblings and I. I can’t imagine them packing up their lives and moving from their families and home and coming to the states. I can only hope that someday I can be as sacrificial a parent as they have been.

My sister. I don’t tell her often but I love her and can’t imagine life without her. I often try to but end up making myself sad! We rarely see eye to eye but she has always been there for me! I love her.

My brother. He has always been there and even though he’s hundreds of miles away, he is still being a big bro!

My family. I get a bit chocked up here. I love my family to pieces. Extended family, immediate…all of them. J They are the craziest bunch I’ve known and I’m proud to be a Menzies-Slusher!

My pastor. There was a time, brutal honesty here, where his name may not have been on this list. I saw him too much as a man with many faults and shortcomings. I’ve known him almost all my life and knew saw him more as an uncle than a pastor. I couldn’t understand why he did what he did and said what he did. I saw him as controlling, and interfering. Then I went to God for my attitude. Every time I got to my knees, I begged God for a true and deep love and an appreciation for this man who “holds my soul”. I can’t tell you when it happened but it did. I love him beyond words can say. I can’t say that I always understand him or what he does but I have a deep respect for him and his office. He stands between me and heaven (or hell!) and if he seems to take things further than I think should be, who am I to complain?! If it’s keeping me out of Hell, thank you! (And I am not perfect, I still struggle with this at times…)

My friends! I can’t give shout outs because someone will be left out but Jennifer and Lyda keep me from doing and saying things that may make me lose my job! They always have an encouraging word for me. Jennifer is awesome. Who else could I call at 12 midnight or 8am and chit chat with? Who else would enjoy a good giggle fest at 1am on Saturday morning?! Who else could I share my dreams and emotions with? Lyda is my “oldest friend”. I met her the summer I turned 11, I believe. Oh, to be that young again! I hope to always count her as one of my dearest friends. She knows exactly what to say to make me feel better about myself.

My job. It’s not the greatest and I don’t love coming to work but I’m thankful that I have one and that throughout the Great Recession, I’ve never been in want.

Vacation time! I’m so thankful for a job (crummy as it is!) that offers me vacation time because sometimes I think it’s the only thing that keeps me sane! (along with Jesus, of course!)

My car! Speaking in faith here! LOL

A Wander's Musings

Over and over the world will I roam

Until I find my home.

The places I see, the people I meet

Until at last, my home.

I travel from dawn, I travel ‘til dusk.

Seeking a place to call home.

From far East, and then West…and back again

All on my journey t’wards home.

I’ve seen deserts and plains, I’ve lain in the fields

I’ve danced in the brooks and the streams.

I’ve ascended the peaks, I’ve decended them, too

I’ve crossed the wide oceans and seas.

I’ve made friends with a stranger, I’ve walked in his shoes

I’ve shared my secrets and dreams.

I’ve lived like he lived, and loved as he did

Learning things are not always as they seem.

I’ve seen poor beggers on corners, in rain

As the rich man just passes them by.

Then also a poor man who knows not he’s poor

And rich men who do nothing but cry.

Over and over the world have I roamed

Searching for a place to call home.

The places I’ve seen, the Strangers and Friends

Have led me right back to my Home.

Hmmm.

My creative juices keep flowing! Let's see if I will actually get anything done! :)


So. Since my brother packed up and took off, his room has been somewhat of a "catch all". Not only is the closet my 3rd one (shhhh! Don't tell anyone!), the room is also Mother's work area and her sewing area. It is also the guestroom. Should we ever have any. Not that we have many.

I pieced together the items above and I'm happy they look nice together because I already have them!

Mother would like a photo collage on one wall as well. I'm thinking of painting one wall a turquoise shade and having navy, turquoise, black and white being the main colors for the room. The problem will be to try to keep the room looking decent and not reverting back to a storage shed! (I admit, I store some junk in there, too.)

I ♥ this idea for above the sleeper sofa! We shall see...

I need to SEW again!

This is what is floating around in my brain...



Course, I can't sew a purse or shoes...those would have to be purchased. :)

Ten Twenty-Four Soliloqy

Oh Monday, how I hate thee!

Thou hast the evil ability to ruin an otherwise good day. For this reason alone I should despise thee.

Yet, more reasons have I.

Thou followest my bosom pal, Weekend. Oh, if only Weekend were to linger!

Then I would never be forced to behold thy face!

Thou heraldest the return of Work, another deplorable creature.

Oh! If only my life were without you two!

I would die happy! (Possibly quite soon, without having means for sustenance, shelter or clothing, but this is beyond the point I am attempting to make)

Begone, Oh Hated Day! Begone!

Baaaaa! Baaaaa! Baaaaaa!

So...Jen and I are goofing off like normal right now. Nothing new.

Somehow we began discussing a dream I had last week about a beeeyoootiful baby girl. (With a head full of thick, jet black hair. Mustn't leave that out.)

**Oh, by the way, if you're not a baby lover, please disregard this post. ;)**

Where was I?

Ah yes, the dream. The baby was not mine, for several obvious reasons not important to this post, and it was a brief dream but for some reason we are talking about it.

I just now admitted that I am a baby addict. Well, I've always known it. Well, at least since I was, oh, five?! :) But yes, I've just come the the realization that I am one of those crazy women who smile at random children in public, dream about them (twice now in one week) and unconsciously rock them when someone else is holding them and they are fussing and or sleepy.

Yes, I want a child.

I tried to bring up artificial insemination to my father a couple years ago. That didn't go so well. Bummer.

Anyhoo. So, in jest, I say to Jen, "Hi, my name is Michelle and I'm a baby addict."

Jen replies this - I would’ve made you join BAA {Baby Addicts Anonymous} looooong ago.

Friends are grand, eh? She' s now going into something else...more sinister. I'll leave that part out.

So then I says we need a logo for our new group (she's in it, too) and VIOLA! :) Yes, I am pathetic but I think I can market this! lololol

I can get the logo printed on lapel buttons, round stickers...