I got to work early (2 hours earlier than usual). And I have a slight attitude. I am like a young child who has been awaken a bit too early in the morning. I am a little listless. I should be okay by noon. We will see.
I am awaiting my assistant to finish weighing some samples so I can get started for the day. This will take her awhile, and I know I can be a bit mean about things getting done quickly, so I have decided to just go sit somewhere and be quiet.
So before that, I went downstairs to another department to pay for some raffle tickets, as there is a mighty fine spa basket up for grabs from our yearly fundraiser. Me being a tomboy... I am only interested in the spa socks. But my best friend LadyTee (pictured here on my front porch) is a girly-girl, and would really love this basket. It would make a fine Christmas gift (after I pick out what I want from it, of course).
Anyway, I arrived downstairs, and Sister J, who preached a mighty fine sermon the other day in her office (I posted about that last week), offered up some homemade sweet potato pie.
Now she'd mentioned this before out in the parking lot. I was a bit perturbed because she'd blown her horn at me. Apparently I'd been stopped too long at a stop sign (I was trying to take pictures of the new construction/high rise. And there was NO ONE behind me at the time).
I felt better once I found out it was her... and once I found out about this pie.
And oh... how lovely was this pie.
First of all, I am a bit upset that the folks downstairs get to have nice refrigerators in their offices, while we up in the lab have to share big janky fridges that don't get cleaned as often as they should. We also have to deal with our lunches and condiments getting stolen. That's a whole 'nother story.
But that's neither here nor there.
That pie, though...
And look... there is stapler next to the pie.
I like the idea of the stapler being on top of the fridge. That way, one can get work done and get their lunch together all at the same time. This is good use of work space and time. Back to the pie, though.
She cut a huge piece, even though I wanted just a sliver. I didn't complain, though.
I took it though. It was free. And free is always a blessing.
*church jogs in the corner*
Anyway, Sister J was proud of her pie.
I took a bite.
Even though it was too daggone early in the morning to eat sweets. I needed the pick me up, though.
"I made it with Stevia," she said.
"Really?" I replied.
I could hardly tell. And the pie was just right. I don't like my sweet potato pies all sweet and dripping with oil and butter. This was just right.
"It's my Grandma Mattie's recipe," Sister J added.
"I bet she didn't use no stevia in it."
"No she didn't. She said 'Pass me that domino sugar."
LOL. Yes Grandma probably did say that!
I promptly bought my raffle tickets for the spa basket. I went and harassed spoke to Lady K in an adjacent office (she thinks she will win the spa basket. I THINK NOT)....
And I came on upstairs and ate my pie.
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO good. I pinched off of it until it was all gone.
I tried my BEST to save it. Tried. It would've gone nicely with my salad for lunch. But it did not work out.
Good eating, though. Real good eating.
And I best get to learning how to use stevia in my desserts.
This is what I am thankful for today. The little things.
I have been BUSY as all get out. And when I'm not busy, I've been somewhere laid out.
I am trying to finish up a few things, as I am going to see my sister sometime in December.
(And yes, I am SUPER excited about that. I miss her much).
Needless to say, there is not much going on over here except working.
This is Thanksgiving week, which means it will be very quiet at work. I am happy for that. I have no plans, as I am only taking Thanksgiving day off. If I could work that day, I surely would. My friend the Green Eyed Bandit's Mama is in town, and I may go spend Thanksgiving day with them.
Because I know Mama Bandit is frying up some pork ribs for sure...
Forget the turkey. Fried ribs, man.
That's some 'itis AND a heart attack. My goodness.
I don't know if Mama Bandit is frying ribs or not. I just think of that when Green Eyed Bandit call and holler "My Mama is in town, so come on down." She was in town earlier this year and I missed out. So I will get down there this Thanksgiving.
This week I spend time thinking about my year and what I am thankful for. I may post on that.
I know many of you are off this week.
Be safe out there if you're traveling. And have a good week... on purpose.
Congratulations to President Elect of The United States of America, Donald Trump.
That's one heck of a photo.
That's from Dav.id Duke's twitter. He was pleased as punch with the results.
Look at that. Tanks and a nice semi-automatic weapon.
Make America Great Again!
(And we know what that means. Dog whistle. Big huge dog whistle).
I'm not all that phased. I know I stayed up half the night. Around two in the morning, I saw the results of 215 for Clinton versus 244 for Trump. And I thought... uh oh.
It's really going to happen. He's going to become president.
And you know what? I am fine with that. My confession remains the same. I have been encouraging myself for the past two weeks. See yesterday's post.
Today, my workplace mother bought me a lovely salad.
And some salad dressing.
That was a blessing indeed. I had lunch, but I hadn't eaten yet. This was great.
What's more of a blessing was to see her smile and her optimism, and her giving me a good word of encouragement. And I went over to speak with someone else and let's just say we had church in her office.
Today, I even had a good talk with my sister, who is all the way over in Dubai. That was such a surprise and a blessing.
So I am more encouraged and optimistic than ever.
Today we make a choice: faith or fear. They cannot occupy the same space.
Alright ya'll... you better make it do what it do.
You better get out there and VOTE!
VOTE VOTE VOTE.
People died so you can VOTE!
If you didn't vote, I don't want to hear you complaining about who won the presidency.
I early voted a couple of weeks ago, and I am glad of it. I don't have to deal with the long lines and the frustration.
We shouldn't be letting this here election stress us out like this. I myself have friends who are voting differently from me, and I REFUSE to get in shouting message. Ya'll can have this spirit of DIVISION. I rebuke that!
I have made a special confession for the past couple of weeks.
"Lord, you know who the president is going to be. And You have always taken care of me. Therefore, my trust is in YOU. You have taken care of me in the past and in the present. I have no doubt you will take care of me in the future."
And that is that!
All I know, it is very telling, all of our fear and trepidation, that is soaked skin deep, down to our very bones.
It tells what we trust in.
I myself am doing better and better with each passing year... no matter who is in office. And that's what I am fully expecting from now on.