I am OVER this!

Hi G,

Today, I come to you with an update about how I’m OVER this and OVER that.

I’m over-weight, over-50.  My gray hair?  I’m OVER it!

Two months ago I signed up at the gym in town.  I thought, ‘hey I’ll go back into weight training for bodybuilding like I was going to in my late 20’s, early 30’s.  I still have ‘muscle memory’ they say.  That’s all and good, but I’m not as young as I once was.  And, I totally do not feel my age, 53, in case you were wondering.  So, not really old, yet.  It’s the new 30s, right?

I feel young.  When I look into the mirror, I do not see the person that I feel like I am.  I still want to live life.  But, my husband?  That’s a horse of a different color, as they say.  He, doesn’t want to do anything.  No riding bikes, no gym time, no nothing.

I know we’re getting older but c’mon.  We’re not dead yet.

These days I find myself not doing anything at the gym.  I have only walked through their doors twice in the past two weeks.  I’m praying for some kind of brainwashing to happen that will turn on a light bulb that says ‘GO TO THE GYM, MORON!’  I could go on with the self-insulting vocabulary.

I’m not sure if it’s because I’m being lazy.  Or, is it because I have no one to go with?  I don’t have any supporters.  My family lives an hour away.  (I want to move back home so bad).  And, while it is only an hour away, we’re not close.  If it wasn’t for my mom, I don’t think any of my siblings would ever come to see me.  They always want me to go see them (yeah, my friends are like that too).  It’s like they don’t want to put forth an effort.  Oh well!  (tearing up now). It’s tough being alone!

So, it’s Summer now and I have another two months before I start classes for my Bachelors.  My plan was to write two books and self-publish.  Which, by the way, you can do at Amazon.com.  Well, I haven’t written not one single word – NOT ONE!  I don’t know what’s wrong with me.  I can’t seem to get anything done.  My house even needs to have a deep cleaning and I can’t get that done either.  OMG!!!!

I’m overwhelmed with the stuff that needs to get done.  I don’t have anyone to help me.  My husband isn’t interested and he is worn out from working in a sweat box of a warehouse all day.  His brother lives with us and he’s no help either.  Our house is overcrowded with all of our years of collecting and general household items.  I mean, we took three households and forced them into one.  We’re still dealing with the residual effects of combining those homes.  It’s crazy!

My art/sewing studio is my dining room.  I have fabric in boxes and tubs and they’re everywhere.  Whooaaa!!!!

There’s so much more to share, but I’ll leave you now.  I’m a lot to handle.  🙂

Until we meet again,

P

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Spring Cleaning

Spring cleaning time!

I know, I know, everyone’s doing that right now.  Of course, they’re Spring cleaning consists of cleaning out the closet, the garage or the storage room.  My Spring cleaning is all about my websites.  It’s a little geeky, but these things need attention, too.

Yep, you heard me, “my websites” need cleaned.  I have already performed a reformat a couple of months ago.  But what I’m specifically speaking of is cleaning up my websites –  out with the old and in with the new, right?

So, I headed over to wix.com where I keep my website templates, I have updated my site named “The Mitchell Collection”.  I have an account at Image Kind that has been cleaned out and updated.

Last month, I donated three of my fine art pieces to my charity where my brother happens to be the president of the county chapter.  I sold all of them.  I’m really excited about that.  That’s what prompted me to clean up my sites.

So, go check out The Mitchell Collection website and store all cleaned up. 🙂

‘Til next time… may the path you are on lead to success!

Paula

 

Thursday, Sept. 18, 2014

Great title, huh?

I don’t really have an agenda for writing tonight.  I actually just wanted to share that my one and only son is turning 30 on October 11.  I have been given the go ahead to plan his birthday party at my house.

When my son lived here while going to college, I had poker parties at least once a month.  Some of his friends came over; as well as his cousins.  We always have a great time.

This year, I’m not doing anything big.  I’m just going to serve food and drinks and plan some games for everyone.  Oh and I’m sure someone will play beer pong.  Off to the internet for some ideas.  Wish me luck!

Be ready!

Hi Everybody, I don’t know if whoever reads this post is aware of all the happenings in the world, in politics, with terrorists or the local news events. I don‘t know if any of you know what the Bible is all about, or what Jesus is all about. I don’t know who you are or what you’re doing right now.

I do know that we are so close to the coming of Jesus Christ that world events should give everyone a clue to this. But it seems that no one cares if He’s coming or not. It’s like people are waiting to see if He’ll show up at all.

So, what if you knew you would be going with Him when He comes but you aren’t 100% sure if you’re family will? What if they don’t want to know Him? What if they were going to be left behind and it was their choice? You can’t change their mind; you can’t do it for them. What will happen to them once you’re gone (believing in the rapture of believers, that is)? Will they be ready for what comes next? Will you?

What will you do to feed your kids? Your family?

I’m not trying to frighten you. I just want you and your loved ones, including my loved ones, to know what the price is for not knowing Jesus Christ.

Do you know Him? Are you aware that He’s on His way. Are you ready?

If you don’t know Him today, I urge you to call out to Him now. He’ll hear even the faintest of thoughts and prayers. You don’t have to be afraid. You don’t have to make any changes. He’ll do that for you. All you have to say is:

Jesus I believe you died for me. I accept you now as my Savior. Come into my heart today. Thank you.

That’s really it. It doesn’t have to be eloquently spoken. Do it now and help a loved one do it too.

God bless you all,

PS…. I’m here if you want to counsel with me. I love you as He loves you.

It's in His Word.
It’s in His Word.

For the Past Three Weeks…

I have been sick.  I had a normal cold.  It ran it’s course, I thought.  And then, when I was about well, here comes the flu.  Not just for me, but for my husband and my son.  They’re sick now too.  But I was hit really hard.  On Sunday, within 6 hours, I went from a light sore throat to chills, to fever, to vomiting.  I lay helpless at the hand of germs from wherever they came.  They enthralled their weapon of sickness upon me and I began to whither away into captivity.  Still now, I have a sore throat, stuffy nose, coughing, my throat is swollen and I’m coughing up green mucus mixed with blood.  Not sure if that’s really normal.  I found some antibiotics and have started taking them.  We’ll see if that helps at all.

Thanks for letting me share this less than pretty circumstance.

In love and light,

P

Crossing the Line

Two days ago I had a dream about a woman who was being flirtatious with my husband.  She claimed to be a big flirt.  I pointed my finger at her and said, “There’s a fine line and you’ve just crossed it”.

And for the past two days, this message has been popping up throughout the day in one way or another.

Are these messages from the Universe?  Are they telling me I’m about to cross the line with someone?  Or, is someone else about to cross the line with me?

We face all kinds of situations throughout our day where we have to bite our tongues, or turn the other cheek. 

I believe it’s important for each of us to know our limits and to know when to stop.

We see the outbursts and uncontrolled behaviour in bullies everyday.  No matter where we are, school, work, gym, or home.  Bullying is on the rise.

Where do children learn to bully?  Perhaps at home or even by a teacher or other students? 

According to Psychology Today, Understanding Bullying:

         

“Bullying is a distinctive pattern of deliberately harming and humiliating others. It’s a very durable behavioral style, largely because bullies get what they want—at least at first. Bullies are made, not born, and it happens at an early age, if the normal aggression of two-year-olds isn’t handled well.

Bullies couldn’t exist without victims, and they don’t pick on just anyone; those singled out lack assertiveness and radiate fear long before they ever encounter a bully. No one likes a bully, but no one likes a victim either. Grown-up bullies wreak havoc in their relationships and in the workplace.”  (http://www.psychologytoday.com/basics/bullying)

I was bullied in school and I’ve even tried bullying someone else.  I was shy and kids thought they could pick on me and get away with it.  And, they did.  When I tried bullying someone else, it backfired.  But that was when I was young and dumb.

Now, as an adult woman, I stand up for myself.  I don’t pick on others.  And other than my family picking on me, I don’t have any kind of altercations.  Nor do I want any.

But in our adult lives we have been thrown into a situation that hurdles us into a reaction of ‘crossing the line’.

What about the time when a woman touched your partner in a way that was ‘crossing the line’?  Or vice versa?  Or cheating on a test is ‘crossing the line’.  Then, the consequences become evident.

Whatever the case may be one must never ‘cross the line’.

 

P

A Dreamy Presence

A few days ago we were dog sitting for some friends.  They have five large dogs.  They all have their own personalities and are very sweet.  But that’s not what this blog is about.

My husband and I started dog sitting for our friends about four years ago.  They live in a gated community and have a nice home with a pool and four bedrooms.  We enjoy staying there.

Since the beginning of this endeavor I have always felt a presence there.  Sometimes while I was outside with the dogs a breeze would rush by me and I could feel this presence.  I have had nightmares while there.

This past week was no exception to the nightmares either. 

It was Friday night and my husband and I were watching a ‘ghostly’ movie.  I wasn’t that scary.  We actually picked it apart.  Like, commenting on how scary movies always have monkeys with cymbals clanging, old porcelain dolls, and spooky clowns.  Oh, and let’s not forget the rocking chair rocking with no one sitting in it.

After I watch any kind of scary movie, I always have to watch a movie, or show, that is upbeat and funny (like The Nanny).  Just something that gets my thoughts off the scary movie.

We went to bed around midnight and turned the TV on so I could think about something more positive before going to sleep.

We were sleeping for about 2 hours or so and I started dreaming.  I can’t remember the specifics other than one part.  I was outside looking up at the sky when I saw this face inside a symbol floating.  It went from the left to the right.

The dream itself wasn’t scary.  But there was a presence in the dream.  It was an eerie, dark presence.

I woke up shaking.  I pushed my husband and told him to wake up because I just had a nightmare.   I was shaking.  My chin was quivering.  My body was jerking and twitching.  He rolled over and held me until I went back to sleep.  I felt safe in his arms.

Later my husband told me that when I woke him up and told him about the dream I said to him that no one else could see it, but me.  I don’t remember telling him this.

All I know is that there was a presence in my dream and I believe there is one in our friend’s house.

I’m intrigued with dreams.  I believe they bring us messages from the other side, from God, or even from our subconscious.  Dreams help us to improve an area in our lives.  Or, they warn us about impending dangers.

So, next time you dream, write it down.  Start a dream journal and a dream dictionary.  Dreaming about a truck blowing a tire doesn’t necessarily mean that is what will happen exactly.  A truck in your dream may mean one thing for you and it could mean something completely different for me.

Conquer your fears and explore everything!

In love and light,

P

Near Death Experiences

I’ve been hearing how people who have had near death experiences, or who have died and came back to life, come back with some type of supernatural ability; whether it is seeing or hearing ghosts or other phenomena.

I was eight years old when I had my first experience with death.

I had contracted hepatitus type A and was dying in the hospital. 

My mom said the room smelled like death and that I was a greenish color.

At 16 years of age I had my first and only OBE (out of body experience) induced by drugs.  It wasn’t a drug I had taken intentionally.

In 1999, I was 37 and was in a car accident.  My neck was broken along with my left foot and right clavicle (collar bone).  I can’t recall the first three days of the accident.

So, with at least two near death experiences, where are the psychic abilities I’m suppose to have?  I don’t see ghosts, nor do I hear them.  I don’t see or hear anything in the natural.

Is God protecting me from those memories?  If so, why?  Would the experiences be horrific for me if I did remember them?  Did I see a light?  Did I see torment in the darkness?   Did I meet anyone specifically?

If I did have any of the experiences one is suppose to have, why can’t I remember?  Should I try to remember?  How would I remember?

So many questions with no answers in sight.  I will keep looking.

P

Skribbled on Pa…

Skribbled on Paper

“I am not bound to please thee with my answers.”   William Shakespeare

Like many not so famous and famous authors, I come here to write, hoping that someone, anyone, reads my stories.

Some are true and some are based on real life.  Most of all, I’ve ‘skribbled’ them down to share with you.  Read them at your own risk!

I’m not a professional.  I may even have a typo or two.  This is more than writing a story; it’s about sharing MY STORY.

Welcome to my blog!

P