House Sitting, Chemicals, and Rockin' Out

Hello again, Gentle Readers. I hope you aren't like, totaly mad at me for not puttin' stuff on my "glob." If you are like, totaly mad at me, I don't really care. If a totaly neglected blog is what makes you like, totaly mad, then you need some serious help.
This week has been like, totally busy for me. I'm very thankful for my generous friend, Kestrel, who is more willing to babysit than I am. And I'm also thankful for Agent J who lets me come to work only two days a week. I'm not very thankful, however, for Mr. Schoolwork who drags me into his chamber and rapes my brain for Economics review and lessons on verbals-namely infinitives.
Big Baby and I are house sitting again; this time for Timmy Turtle and his family while they visit realatives and The Misplaced Texas Android in a barren and arid land. Since they left, we have been jumping on their beds and playing with their stuffed animals and rearranging the kitchen cupboards. We also have been writing on their walls but they said that was ok.
Big Baby is supposed to take me to move our legs back and forth and breath deeply-I think she called it a "walk"-but instead she is rinsing the dishes in the dishwasher. She is not in the dishwasher, dummy, the dishes are in there. Alone, in the dark, with boiling hot water splashing them from all directions. How horrible. Now she is looking at all the chemicals that are under the sink. I need to keep an eye on her. They say not to let babies play with chemicals.
Well, I gotta get ready to go on this walk. Slick Shoes is propelling me. Friday night, let's go we'll all have some fun tonight. Alright, here we go something something something somethi-i-i-ing. Ooh! Now TFK is WROKEN!! ...if you find it hard to breath, you better just leave. We're about to make it hotter than the third degree! Do you think I love my music too much? ...nah.
I can't believe it, now B. B. is cleaning the stove! I think she just gets off on the Soft Scrub. Oh well; it can't do any more damage than what's already been done.

Something Not Quite As Goofy

I don't know why I started an online journal. I guess I fooled myself into thinking I could keep up on it--not.
Anyhoo, here we go again. I don't think I'll try catching up from, what, three weeks ago. I'll just start from Saturday.
Saturday morning and Saturday afternoon were very boring but, now that the daisies are blooming, I decided Saturday evening to go pick a hug armload.
As I was walking through a clearcut, the sun was setting and a storm was coming in. To the west, the clouds were patchy and lined with pale gold. Over on the other side of the sky was the slate blue storm front.
I just had to sit on the top of a burm and stare at all that beauty and contemplate how cool it is that I belong to the Creator of the universe. At once, I felt Him close to my heart. It was like my soul was being hugged and I felt so much love filling my mind and washing down through every vein. It reminded me of how sinful I was and I started reminding God of them as well.
"I know" He said; and those two words, so base and boring on this screen, held so much meaning. In my mind's eye, He pushed my icky sin behind Him because He was only interested in me.
What an experience. I didn't know how much I needed that moment. Like what Timmy Turtle says, every single person was created to worship God. That's not always the case as lots of people worship themselves but if they like it or not, someday, every knee will bow to the Lord Jesus Christ. I've already decided to do my bowing ahead of time. I hope you do too.