Good Monday Morning

Monday is here once again.

Real quick like.

REAL QUICK.

Ugh.

I have an hour before I need to get ready for work. I have pondered going in early, but that would mean I would be there 10-12 hours.

That is not going down. I stick as close to 8.5 hours a day as possible.

My weekend. It was VERY quiet. I've had 3 quiet weekends in a row. Strange. No, I'm not complaining, but I remembe thinking a couple of times over the weekend "It feels good to do the the quiet things I like to do, the things that relax my nerves."

That's all I'm saying about that. I'm beginning to regard such things as sacred indeed.

Video of the Week. Okay, this video clip of Rhianna on Saturday Night Live is insanely funny. (I don't think I embedded it correctly, so click here to see it: "Rhianna/Shy Ronnie digital short")

Okay... that was way too funny.

Post of the Week. Aretha posted her vision board and blogged about it in her post "My Vision". Very enlightening indeeed. That chick know whwere she wants to go and what she wants to do.

She's gonna be somebody's Mayor someday. All I know, I'm flying out to the victory party, man!

LOL. Aretha, may all the dreams you've posted up come true...

Thought of the Week. Not sure what's going on at church. I could right a good 10 really interesting posts concerning such. Nothing bad at all, just bizarre.

Like, this is the Christmas season. And it looks like my pastor is spending the rest of the year doing some really detailed sermons on depression.

*Lee raises an eyebrow*

Not this Sunday, but last sunday, he did an interesting sermon on suicide.

*Lee gasps*

Look here! It's the Christmas season. An Oldgirl needs to hear about Baby Jesus in a manger, because there was no room at the inn, and the three wise men, and the gifts, and...

And...

No I don't. I've heard those sermons a gazillion times. I suppose he thinks we need to get down to where the rubber meets the road.

Really.

Anyway, I've taken copious notes. One thing that caught my eye is the definition of self worth:

Self-worth is a combination of the opinions that people have of you, combined with your ability to perform at a level that makes other people happy.

Wow. This was given as a twisted jacked up definition. Because basing your self worth on other's opinion of you fails every time. People change. They love you one minute and hate you the next. People will have issue with you. All this is constantly going on.

And yet, we let it all determine how we feel about ourselves. When self worth should be dependant on one thing along:

Self worth is the sum total of God's love and God's acceptance of you.

Period.

In other words, people can go jump in the lake. (Well, that's what it all meant to me).

And folks know how I am. If you have expectations out of me, and you are bringing me down, I simply don't talk to you. (Yes, I'm mean like that, especially when you affect the way I feel about myself on the negative tip). Helped me understand something else about myself, and what I wrote down in my notes.

Don't hang out with buzzards, when there are eagles flying around.

I don't know, I just found that profound. Very few words, but profound. This seems to be a small theme weaved through some of the 40 posts I have planned leading up to my 40th birthday. Let's just say, what I've heard on Sunday, and wrote in my notes, really explained a lot of things.

I should do a post on such. Causes of depression, rejection, despair, I probably won't though. Don't care to have my blog too spiritual. We'll jump in here and there. But these are things I think about all the time... hmm.

Okay. This has gone on long enough. I have approximately 7 workdays until I have a week and a half of Christmas vacation. I am TOTALLY SHOCKED that my boss approved my leave. TOTALLY SHOCKED.

I'm not complaining. And I'm just gonna sit here and be eerily quiet. I do not want that broad to change her mind.

*Lee quietly doing the high Rockette kicks*

This week I'm writing a vegetarian post. The only reason I haven't written it is because I am being hard headed and haven't quite been able to pull my thoughts together concerning it.

I've learned much about myself over the past six months concerning it. The post will probably be convoluted, but oh well. And Oldgirl is working on some things.

I'm digging a ditch with a toothpick. And I'ma work the hell out this toothpick, Man!

LOL.

You hunker down and work your toothpick, too...

*Lee slangs a slew of toothpicks at blog fam*

We all got goals, and no matter how small the progress seems, progress is progress. You're a step closer to the dream than you were yesterday.

You heard me?

We can reach our goals if we persist.

You just keep working on it.

And do it on purpose.