Dallas...not the TV show

I met a wonderful man! I'll call him Dallas. We met while I was doing laundry & he was getting a Twix candy bar from the vending machine. It was love at first bite. (Bad pun intended). We now worship the Almighty Twix. Stand back while lightning zaps my computer! ha ha ha.

So that is my excuse for not writing since I met him May 10.

For inquiring minds, he's 5'9 (he rounds up from 5'8 and 3/4), shaves head bald, brown eyes, same shoe size as me. He's 36, was a Marine for 13 years & now works as a prison officer. He's a Christian, he doesn't drink or smoke, and treats me like a princess (which is what I am). He's a runner. That's how we met, because I asked him if he was a runner. He likes sports. He likes me. I like him. We call each other nauseating cutsie names that would make anyone else gag. He cleans. He cooks. And he's mine.

Sounds too good to be true, I know. Unfortuneately, he does not have any brothers, or I would give them to all my awesome girlfriends. Paws off ladies, he's mine & you'd have to cross one crazy Lumberjack to get to him.

Luvs to all!

one man's trash is another man's treasure

Today I immersed myself in what is a wonderful tradition here in America... the great and glorious days of garage sales! I am a lover of other people's junk. If it's free and sitting in the dumpster, that's even better. Seriously, you can find some awesome things in the trash.

It amazes me what people will put out to sell at a garage sale. Old tires, baby clothes, puzzles with missing pieces, romance books, dress shoes, baskets, lawn mowers. You name it, someone is trying to get rid of it. And I laugh when I look at how much $ they put on the price tags. Ridiculous. I'm not paying $10 for your rug covered in dog hair!

Yet I am pulled by the lure of finding some awesome junk among the piles of stuff that are going to the nearest landfill. The eternal search for something unique.

What are you searching for?

Matthew 6:20-21 "But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also."

I can only imagine

What do you think life would be like if we were sitting right at the feet of Jesus? What would I say to him? How would I act? What would he say to me?

When others meet me, do they meet Jesus?

Come thou fount of every blessing teach my heart to sing thy praise!