Can It Really Be THIS Easy?

Our household’s been struggling lately with the typical teenage angst from the typical teenager that loudly INSISTS she is NOT a typical teenager. Along with this has also come the typical tantrums, disrespect, loud mouth, sarcastic, back talking, eye-rolling. . . Well, you get the picture. And this one has her eye-rolling down so well, that it takes me a few seconds to realize it’s not Melissa (with apologies to Melissa, but seriously kid I never thought I’d see anyone as good at or better than you!). Praise the Lord, I don’t have to contend with bubble gum popping and smacking, too.

So, amongst all this she decides she wants her beautiful long hair cut and streaked. OK, I hate to see it cut, but it is her hair and she does want to donate it to Locks of Love, so I don’t really mind too much  : ^(

But the streaks, I had to think about for a minute or so. Then I decided there were worse things she could want or even do than have rainbow streaks in her hair.

Off to the hairdressers we go.

15 inches off and bright purple highlights later we head home.

I think I must have brought the wrong child home!

The tantrums, etc. have virtually disappeared and in there place is a young lady that doesn’t have to be reminded to watch her tongue, say please and/or thank you, that sympathizes with me over my arthritis instead of fussing and lecturing me about what can help it, and knows how to smile. Faint-you can pick me up off the floor anytime now.

Can it really be this easy? We went Thursday and the new kid is still here.

She’s wanting pink highlights now, too. Hmm, maybe this time I’ll bring home one that’s pleasant AND does her chores!


We have another small house that we lived in (it belonged to my great-Aunt) until we got this one and have used primarily as storage until we can finish the renovations on this one, plus every now and then we’d work on a few things on that house, too. Well, it was broken into.
They didn’t just steal the normal things like our table and chairs, all my new china, the flatware and other things from my Mom & Dad’s 50th anniversary party, our freezer, air conditioners, and way too many other things to list; but they also stole the BATHTUB! Ripped it (quite literally) right out of the wall, from upstairs no less. They also stole the SINKS out of the cabinet bases. Trying to not be too maudlin, Lexie said, “We can’t even say everything BUT the kitchen sink, coz they took that, too!”
In the process they either dropped the tub on the toilet or just deliberately destroyed the toilet. It’s in a million pieces all over the upstairs around the bathroom and hall.

They emptied everything out of the boxes and totes and poured the contents all over the floors downstairs, to go through everything, then refilled the empties with what they wanted and left the lids to the totes and tops to the boxes-on the floor.
They took the freezer door off the refrigerator and kept the door but left the refrigerator.

Yesterday I was so numb, I couldn’t even think straight and cried non-stop. I felt like I could be hurt physically and I’d just say, “Oh, I’m hurt,” and it wouldn’t even register. That’s how truly numb I was. It wasn’t so much the theft as the way they did it – cold and calculated.  I felt like the people that did it were saying, “We not only stole-but we STOLE.”

They had to really scope out the area and learn routines of the neighborhood.

It’s a small street only six houses and the neighbors always let us know if someone turns around in the driveway, that’s how well they look out for us and each other.

The house had set empty for almost 10 years before we moved in because my great-Aunt was in a nursing home then we moved in and a couple of years ago we moved out; and all that time no one ever bothered it. A total of nearly 18 years. I’m thankful for all the time it wasn’t bothered, but why now?

I couldn’t go over there. A combination of recuperating still somewhat from my surgery Wednesday and being afraid of what my reaction would be. I still have a very hard time with things that remind me of my assault. And the fact that everything was scattered and messed up; like my office area and desk were after the assault, I was afraid of flashbacks.

The numbness is beginning to wear off, and all I can think is, “I would’ve just given it to you, if you’d asked.”

I mean, it’s just stuff, right.

But now, we can’t finish the fixing up of the house you broke into because it will cost more than we can afford to fix everything you destroyed, which means we won’t be renting it like we’d planned or be able to sell it, which means we’re trapped in a mortgage that we won’t be able to keep paying on and it also leaves a little girl that loved that house with very bad memories now instead of happy ones. And to top it all off, you took her stuffed tiger and wolf her mother gave her for her birthday.

A Journey I Enjoyed

From the very first sentence in The Miracle of Mercy Land, the author River Jordan takes you by the hand and pulls you into a fantastical journey full of darkness, sunshine and life.
I was surprised to find Mercy Land is the lead characters name and not a place; however that only adds to the power of her story.
This book will affect each person that reads it differently for the same reasons the character’s lives are affected differently; we all have our own weaknesses, demons, desires and individual stories.
This book is full of mysticism and fantasy, not my usual reading fare. Nevertheless, the last two books I’ve reviewed have been of this genre, and in spite of this, I’ve enjoyed both books. Perhaps the Lord is telling me to enjoy more whimsy in my life?
Mercy is a young woman who left her home in Bittersweet Creek, Alabama for Bay City, Alabama in order live her life as she wanted and not as conventional wisdom dictated.
Along the way, she becomes the indispensable right-hand woman for Doc Philips, the editor, and publisher of the local paper.
One early morning Mercy receives a strange call at her boarding house from Doc Philips. Thus begins a journey into a world of suspended belief and fantasy.
Doc possesses the biggest news story of her life, but she can’t print a word of what she knows and comes to know as a result of Doc’s mysterious call.
The Miracle of Mercy Land will leave you asking yourself a lot of questions about your own life and choices made.
I received a free copy of this book from Blogging for Books in exchange for a  blogger book review.
I am not required to write a positive review.