I’ll just be dead on honest…. I didn’t feel like going to my Bible study tonight. There was another party that seemed a lil more intriguing not to mention my fluffy yellow sofa. It was looking pretty inviting if I do say so myself. Besides that, it was raining and I hate driving in the rain. I felt bad for leaving Jake because he is still so sad about Bear. Oh yes, I could come up with at least five other reasonable excuses of not going: Big day tomorrow at a writers workshop…..it’s the last day of school for the kids….I’m tired….I haven’t even read the lesson for tonight……I need to clean out my closet…..curl my eyelashes…..to name a few.
Which I did a loud to Jake. “To make matters worse, I have to go early because I told my friend I need to borrow her book to finish the lesson.”
“Then why are you going if you don’t want to?” Jake asks me as I’m applying my mascara.
“Because I said I would and when you tell somebody you are going to do something, you shouldn’t go back on your word.”
“Humf.” Jake is not impressed with my code of honor. “It’s raining outside, you’d better take an umbrella.”
Don’t be impressed, I’m far from being a saint who always does what she is supposed to. It’s just that I just had this feeling that I should go. Why, I don’t know. I knew that at least 12 other women would be there. I was sure I wouldn’t be missed. Or would I?
It was a gentle whisper that told me to go. So I did.
When I get to my friend’s house, she opens the door and I can instantly tell she is sad.
“I’m so glad you are here!” She tells me. “We’ve been at the doctor today, the news about my husband’s cancer is not good.”
And so… we talked, I hugged her tight and reminded her that I am always here for her, that cancer diagnoses aren’t always death diagnoses…
We had or lil Bible study and I was home just short of two hours later.
So, So, So glad I listened to that lil whisper.
As the Holy Spirit says, “If you hear God speak today, don’t be stubborn.” ~ Hebrews 3:7
Clark Griswald with a set of coconuts = a single momma takes her ill fated children on a vacation.
This is the image I want you to keep in mind when I explain our family trips. Black Mountain North Carolina is known to be a place for rejuvenation, contemplation and introspection. Yeah right, try telling that to two kids, aged 12 and 16. The small town atmosphere is wonderful, the shops are a step above the trendy cheap trinkets that we seem to be finding all over the place: Not once did I have to resist the urge to buy this tacky thin tee-shirt that says “Black Mountain or Bust!!” It’s more like hand-made jewelry, paintings, cool restaurants, a candy store, and handcrafted furniture. Cute, quaint stores like this one:
I think that chandelier is made outta sticks, but I’m really liking it….
“Guests who visit Black Mountain usually come in two varieties, those who stay often and those who are here for the first time. For those who come time after time, their agenda is often just for rest and relaxation. They might walk through town or along tree-lined residential streets. There they stroll through the numerous upscale gift shops, galleries and Appalachian style craft stores, with unique local craftsmen demonstrating iron works, wood bowl turning and hand thrown pottery.”
I am SURE there is like some uber fabulous cabin that overlooks the Black Mountain sunsets …..
We didn’t ever find it. We did, however, find a Comfort Inn; which we were comfortable in….woulda been much more comfortable here:
But decided against the Biltmore Inn…on account of lack of coconuts and all……
I have been with wordpress for two months now. Actually, I could tell you the exact day that I switched over because my fabulous website designer transferred all four blogs over from blogger to wordpress on the same day.
All four? Aren’t there five blogs????
The True Tale Of A Flibbertigibbet, Manure Is A Girl’s Best Friend, Bella Blue’s Babblings, Bows On A Pig, Let Them Eat Cake!
And what was the last one? Hemmmmming and ha~innnnnnnng…
Oh yeah, the most important one, The Main Mamoo, the blog that I actually had some regular and loyal followers on???? What about that one????
Would it, could it be ….
Ummmmm…yep. She (Princess Flibbertigibbet) won’t transfer over. I have never in my life been on the phone with so many different computer people: Hours upon hours with google apps, proxy form google, go daddy, google…the list goes on and on and on. Google Apps tells me to call Go Daddy, Go Daddy informs me to call Proxy Domains, Proxy Domains tells me to call Google. In case you’re wondering, there is NO way to call Google. It’s all automated. It has been…what’s the word…ok, I’ll say it…a misery.
After two months, I am on the cuffs of just quitting and continuing on with sissiedale.com but I couldn’t quite let it go. As difficult and unruly as she has been, I can’t cut all ties with Princess Flibbertigibbet. She has been the main part of this blogging experience, yes? It’s like she locked out of this blogging club and I can’t find the right key to open the gate, letting her join our lil fam.
Who to call, who to call? That was the next main question. My website designer is at a loss, all her resources and advisers have thrown up their keys in disbelief.
How could this be so difficult?
So I did the nerd thing.
Which would be… Call geek Squad. Certainly they could help me. After a $200.00 contract, Geek squad immediately put me with an online tech named James who seemed like he would be the key to unlocking my iron gate to release my beloved flibbertigibbet so she could come on over and live with the other blogs here at word press. after six hours (I’m so not kidding) James says simply “call google. Here’s their number:
1800-not-abit-ofhelp. I am at a loss.”
mr. no help at all, James.
He’s at a loss, huh? How about the flibbertigibbet? She’s the one has lost…200 smacks….not to add in the time, aggravation, toe biting frustrating phone calls.
Stay tuned…more action is planned. After all, the description of a flibbertigibbet is this:
- n. An offbeat, skittish person; especially said of a young woman.
- n. An imp, a fiend.
- n. A flighty person; someone regarded as silly, irresponsible, or scatterbrained
I didn’t see the word quitter anywhere, did you?