Dealing with Crazy

Have you ever had to deal with a crazy person? Like on an everyday bases. I mean I know everyone can’t be normal like yours truly but this person is crazy.

Like real crazy. Like here is “crazy person” and here is the world and Ms. Crazy swears the world revolves around them. Not to mention she is the reason why the sun rises and sets.

I’m serious.

I was warned about this crazy and not to let it bother me because this person is crazy and will always be crazy.

When “crazy” talks to me I instantly get a glazed look on my face. (Like M gets when I start talking about the last episode of Girls).

I mean seriously she is not only ON the crazy train (alone) she’s driving that train.

She doesn’t talk in complete sentence. She takes you ALL AROUND LAURA’s house just to say one statement that makes no sense.

Crazy thinks she’s the best thing since sliced bread. Crazy actually thinks she invented sliced bread.

Crazy will lie right to your face.

Crazy will call you out whether she knows the facts or not.

Crazy makes me reconsider my choice of employment.

I seriously have to give Crazy to God. I tell myself that crazy is still one of God’s children, I should love crazy and pray for her.

She is starting to make me crazy. (ain’t nobody got time for that)

 

I'll just kill her with kindness (and curse her under my breath...lol I kid)

 

 

 

Monday Mumbles

Monday,

Why You Treat Me So Bad, yep bringing that song back. Apparently it's Way Back Week. The pimple face dweeb at Wal-Mart totally called me out for buying NSYNC Home for Christmas album. I couldn't resist $5.00. It's a good CD.

So Monday showed its ugly face at 3am. Poor H was coughing up her lunch, dinner, milk and what's left of her lungs. Poor girl can't get over this cough. I can't remember the last time we've slept in our bed alone through the night.

I stayed up way to late boozing it with the cool kids writing Christmas cards and singing Tina Turner Style to my new NSYNC CD.


So needless to say, when I walked into work and only stayed 17minutes it was for the best. It would have taken 1.5 seconds for one person to look at me wrong and it would be on like donkey kong. No sleep and no running eqauls. Shaniqua...A.K.A. My alter ego. She's exisit. just ask M every month around the 4th. BE SCARED.

Thankfully, I was able to get H into the doctor this morning. Why is it when you take a sick child to the doctor the minute they walk into the door all symptoms are GONE. H was practically skipping and singing  "Walking on Sunshine" I mean happy as poor folks on the first of the month. So of course the doctor was like "um, what are her symptoms?

So I pretty much paid $25.00 for her to think I'm an idiot, 3 Blues Clue Stickers and for her to tell me my child is beautiful. I'm in the WRONG business. She chalked it up to allergies. Now we wait for the pharamist to rape call me to pick up H's $45.00 antibiotics. Again Monday, "why you treat me so bad?"


I'm usually all for taking a "recharge day with H" but today was our Christmas party. Don't worry, I let M know how I always make sacrifices,miss the fun stuff, let our child use my shirt as a Kleenex, birth her, got stretch marks, etc then I slowed my roll because I remember he hasn't seen the CC bill or BOUGHT my Christmas gift. I kid I kid...


So here we are watching The Wizard of OZ for the 43,256 time today. H now has a "Toto in a basket" and she sings and dances "follow the yellow brick road" as she laps the living room. I DIE! It's totally worth siting at home eating my weight in Christmas cookies and playing with H. I could clean the shit storm that went through my home but I wouldn't want to hurt myself. Plus my nails are still a little wet.

How Beautiful...

I’ll try not to get too emotional. But.

I can’t get this song out of my mind since they played this song at Linda's service

I’ll spare you the singing and just show you the link.

How Beautiful the hands that served
The Wine and the Bread and the sons of the earth
How beautiful the feet that walked
The long dusty road and the hill to the cross
How Beautiful, how beautiful, how beautiful is the body of Christ

How Beautiful the heart that bled
That took all my sins and bore it instead
How beautiful the tender eyes
That choose to forgive and never despise
How beautiful, how beautiful, how beautiful is the body of Christ

And as He lay down His life
We offer this sacrifice
That we will live just as He died
Willing to pay the price
Willing to pay the price

How Beautiful the radiant bride
Who waits for her Groom with His light in her eyes
How Beautiful when humble hearts give
The fruit of pure love so that others may live
How beautiful, how beautiful, how beautiful is the body of Christ

How beautiful the feet that bring
The sound of good news and the love of the King
How Beautiful the hands that serve
The wine and the bread and the sons of the Earth
How Beautiful, how beautiful, how beautiful is the body of Christ

 

YEP…and I’m crying.

So as they played this at Linda’s service I thought what an appropriate song. How beautiful. Beautiful as in Heaven, Beautiful as in the body of Christ. How beautiful

Side note:

When my grandma Nellie passed. I was so heartbroken.

I loved me some her.

Seriously.

She was an angel on earth. Best lady EVER! When she passed I was devastated. Unbelievable pain. Then I had a dream. I may be slightly crazy but hey who isn’t?

So I had this dream about Grandma Nellie. She was standing in her blue shirt (with flour from baking like always on her shirt) and her pink skirt. That she wore all the time. She stood there and said:

It’s so BEAUTIFUL Amie. Just BEAUTIFUL.

My translation. Heaven. She was telling me how BEAUTIFUL heaven was.

 

A little far fetched I know,  but I was in mourning and sought comfort in anything.

Go ahead, call me crazy but I swear that was God. Giving me peace that she was in heaven and at peace.

Back to our regular scheduled story:

When Linda and I talked about her cancer. Well she talked I cried.

 She’s say “Stop it” "It’s ok Amie. It’s ok."

I thought, seriously it’s ok Linda?

I wanted to scream "IT’S NOT OK". "IT’S SO.... NOT OK!"

 

So as I sat in her service. I thought of grandma Nellie and I thought hmmm…wonder who is fighting over Christopher? I wonder what they are doing? I hope they are friends. I hope Linda tells Grandma Nellie EVERYTHING about Hannah. I hope they both are watching over me (watching, just watching). Linda promised to NEVER show herself to me aka Ghost. Yes we had that morbid convo. I can’t handle ghost and spirits.

Linda said, you better act right or I’ll haunt you.

Wow we are so inappropriate.

Anyway…as the song played..I cried. I cried with comfort knowing that really everything is OK. It's OK because of Jesus. and because of what Jesus did on that cross.

How beautiful is the body of Christ.

Really think about that. How BEAUTIFUL is the body of Christ.

He did something that no other person can do and will do.

Because of His body, because of His sacrifice we will have EVERLASTING life.

 

How beautiful.

 

How grateful I am for the body of Christ.

 

 

So I got off the crazy train...

That was a fast uneventful train ride. What was I smoking trying to run all those miles.? It's good to have goals. 

I made myself a more rasonable monthly running goal.

I'm glad that train ride is over.

The new running/training plan is COUCH-TO-13.1

It's a little more my style. Of course I had to tweak it a bit. Monday's are "Cross Train" days. That's probably not going to happen. Monday is the busiest day of the week. I've changed Monday's to "REST" day.

Today I ran 3.02 miles 27:16 PACE 9:02.

It was the first time in a long time that I ran with no music.

I only ran fast because it was getting dark...and I am dying to finish the last two episodes of Season Once of Homeland.