In the 11 days since the election, I have gotten a few emails and texts from people with varying pictures of the “new White House”. These are supposed to be humorous images of what the front lawn will look like after our new President-elect takes office.
I am offended.
And embarrassed.
And confused.
Confused about how people can express such fear of one man getting a new job one minute and then talk about how God is their rock the next. If you believe the latter portion of that sentence, why are you worrying about the former?
If you’re one who has experienced God’s love & forgiveness, I hope you’re not one of the people fanning the flames of the hatred fire and fortifying the racial walls between people. Surely our time would better spent praying for wisdom and clarity for President-elect Obama. Rather than stereotyping and mocking part of his culture, maybe we could start praying for his safety since some small minded, hatemonger is probably going to attempt to take Mr. Obama’s life.
I hope we wear the knees out of our jeans praying for our new Commander-in-Chief.
My favorite firstborn recently got a puppy and named her Zoe. Since I'm between jobs right now, I puppy sit during the day.
Zoe is curious, energetic, and mischievous; much like a toddler. She makes messes like toddlers do, has a potty accident every now and then like toddlers do, and has practically boundless energy--much like a toddler.
Zoe is always falling over, falling down, or falling up. Yes, falling up. I recently joked that she needed a t-shirt with "I do all my own stunts" printed on it. She's a very clever, albeit acrobatically challenged, animal. I'll explain...
We all typically work during the day and since we know what wonderfully gifted chewers puppies are, to ensure the safety of our home's inhabitants (because I will go crazy white girl on everybody if that dog ruins my carpet or furniture), Zoe is a crate puppy when we're not home. But when we are home, we keep her crate door open so she can go in it whenever she wants.
Zoe's crate is kept behind the couch, and the bars rattle a little when she goes into it. So today when I went into the kitchen to get some lunch, I thought I'd check on her to make sure she wasn't trying to drag the blanket out of the crate since I heard her go in there but hadn't heard her come out yet. When I looked in on her she was sitting very ladylike in her crate, facing the back of the couch, but looking at me out of the corner of her eye as if to say "I know you're watching me and I'm not doing anything".
I went into the kitchen and got my food started in the microwave, and figured I'd check on her again. I had to go into the office in order to peek around the corner into the living room to see her crate. This time she was sitting with her butt in the doorway of the crate as she faced the opposite direction. Her neck was jerking back and forth and I realized she was working the blanket out from under the corner of her pillow. I made an annoying buzzer-type sound with my mouth and told her to stop. She spun around real quickly and made her pitiful face as I pointed at her and told her to stop trying to pull the blanket out of the crate. And then I went back into the kitchen to check my food.
Having raised two mischievous boys, I knew that wasn't the end of things. I walked back into the office and peeked around the corner to find her sitting where I left her, but with the blanket hanging loosely from her teeth. She'd picked it back up but hadn't begun working again. Back to the kitchen to check food. And back to check on the dog.
I quietly crept toward the office, squatted down and crawled to the doorway of the living room. And there she was, peeking around the corner of the doorway with her head lowered so she could check on me to see if I was checking on her. We were both busted.
I told you she was clever.
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- Eva M.
- After struggling to fit into the proverbial round hole, I figured it was more honest to embrace the natural facets of my personality: passion for God and people, off-the-wall logic and a twisted sense of humor.
I'm an Air Force wife and former homeschool mom who writes about people and relationships, my faith, and my family. I love my crazy, beautiful, mosaic life...and coffee.