Chicken Fried Vogue

For 15 years and most of her adult life, Bubblez lived in the suburbs of a major metropolitan city. She enjoyed taking her children to museums, parks, and dates at Starbucks. Then Bubblez moved to the country and her En Vogue attitude got chicken fried. Her yard is a park where the neighbor's rooster won't stop crowing, Starbucks is almost an hour away, and her large collection of fancy shoes is worthless. But, living in the acres of green has presented more opportunities for living "green" as Bubblez travels the path toward self-sufficiency (and bitches ((and prays)) along the way).

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Wild Game (by Nikpod)

It's chasing me. I don't know what it is, but it's coming, and if it gets me, I don't know what kind of horrible things it would do to me. I find myself in some plains. If I run a little farther, I can hide in that forest. No! It's still behind me. I have to keep running. I don't want to think about what will happen if I die. The villagers… those poor, poor villagers! What would become of them? No. There's a cave up ahead, and if I hide in there, I might be safe… for now. Ever since I got here I've been on the run, not stopping to eat or sleep. Okay… I'm inside the cave now. It sure is dark in here. It'll never find me! But I notice something out of the corner of my eye and suddenly feel a sharp pain in my back. I turn myself around. There's something in the shadows. I can't tell what it is, but it is definitely shooting at me. I feel it again and try to run. But it looks like I didn't outrun the creature after all. It was blocking the exit, and started to advance towards me. It grew larger, and larger, then suddenly there was an explosion. In the flash, just before I die, I see a horrible green monster, huge and ugly, looking angrier than I could possibly imagine. It's horrifying mouth opens and speaks three words, the last words I will ever hear, barely audible, while an awful grin spread out among its jet-black teeth. Three words that mark my fate forever, even after death:


                                                   "Welcome to Minecraft."

Friday, September 27, 2013

You Are God

This blog is for the men out there.
Particularly, the Christian men, and specifically, the Christian men who someone calls Dad.

You are God.
...in your childrens' eyes.

Track me on this.

1) Man was created in the image of God.
2) God is the father of mankind.
3) Men are fathers.
4) Children learn what a father is from watching their own.
5) Children learn what God is from watching you, their Dad.

Get it?


What was your Dad like? Did you always know you were loved? Was he cranky a lot or generally fun to be around? Did he bring peace to the home or uncertainty? Was he patient with you, even if it was the third time you spilled your milk or forgot to hang your coat up or didn't brush your teeth? Was he gentle and kind or prone to angry outbursts? Did he hug you or let you sit on his lap while you watched tv? Was he reliable? Could you count on him to do what he said he was going to do? Did he always have your back?

Now, how do you view God? Is He a cold and distant disciplinarian or a merciful loving father?  See what I mean?

What sort of God do you want your children to know? Are you making your kids proud to call you father? And proud of their faith, in turn?

Watch yourselves, Dads, for know matter how many times you drag your kids to church and listen to them sing "Jesus Loves Me," in their eyes, the man on the cross isn't God.

You are.
 
 Is God living in you?

Galatians 5:22-23 (ESV)

22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law.















Thursday, September 5, 2013

I'm Not Dead Yet

This post was actually written in June of 2013.

After almost 12 years of being a SAHM, Bubblez went and got herself a job. It was pretty cool, actually. One day a couple of months ago, I thought to myself, "hey lady, you need a job." I told all of the significant people in my life that I planned to get a job. I put my feelers out and started networking, and boom, Bubbz is back in the work force and LOVING it. Seriously, it's the most fun job I've ever had; cooking at a country club.

I'm sure I shocked the hell out of Sheldon, as normally, I have poor follow through on decisions like this. Also, and maybe I did so well with it because, I didn't consult him first. I didn't bring it up casually and roll it around the way I typically have with things. I just made the decision, announced the decision, and then did it. It's not been easy for him, and I understand that, but I need this job like I need air, so discussion and compromise are out.  

When I'm not working, I'm trying to keep up with all the stuff I used to have all day to do at home. I suck at that, but I am improving. I honestly just can't seem to get my head into it. In fact, I can't seem to get my head into anything consistent or good, lately, that isn't my job. I'm restless these days. Sitting at home makes me crazy, and I spend a lot of time doing just enough to make sure no one will need anything while I'm gone, because even when I'm not working, I'm gone a lot.

I've got a plague in my soul. Before we moved to Indiana, Shel and I were having a lot of issues. Moving seemed like a fresh start. There was a lot of hope for a positive future. I sort of resigned myself to never being blissfully happy, to aim for contentment in knowing that I was providing for others needs and doing my wife/mother/daughter/friend job to the best of my ability.

Apparently, I don't have it in my blood to be content with shit like that. I'm an emotional person, a Pisces for Pete's sake, if you put any stock in that sort of thing, and I need to FEEL things. I did really well for about a year and half until boredom and malaise set in. Well, anyway, I'm on a new path and we'll see where it takes me.