The Worst Part of Good Intentions
In a way I think good intentions are a curse. There are many things that turn out good from bad intentions. It is easier to see the good in the bad when you see the glass "half full." Sometimes I wish we never had to have good intentions to do good deeds. Like you could live your life for you and you alone and have marvelous good things happen to your friends, strangers, and yourself. But, that is far from reality. Not that I don't enjoy revolving my life around good deeds and good life stewardship, but it is so darn draining!
In church yesterday I was royally confused. Mr. Ted starts talking about The Sabbath and how we don't need to honor it as those times have passed and we are under a new law. Then, he says God spoke to him and told him he would live to be a hundred if he honored The Sabbath. (He has this weird thing about his family dying at 55 of a heart attacks.) So, in the end he decides that we need to honor The Sabbath even though he doesn't know what the requirements are (what exactly can't you do?). I think the last sentence was "...Now since I ruined your day you we are done." What is up with that? I go to church to learn, not be completely confused! I turned to my husband and asked if he learned anything and he goes, "to honor The Sabbath". I have a hard time taking that away from the sermon when the first thing he said was pertaining to our dismissal of the old law. Stumped!
I must tell you about the big event this weekend! My parents were having the "richest people in the city" over for dinner on Saturday night. It was something my mom had been dreading and planning for months. When she woke up to lightly drifting snow and swirling winds she thought she might be blessed with canceling guests. No such luck. I was reserved for puppy sitting that night, so I was looking forward to a night of cozy movie watching and a double melt pizza from Domino's after getting off of work. (A true sign of a desperate employee is one that will come in at 8 AM on a snowy day!) Anyway, my mom called while I was working in tears. Apparently, her fairly new stainless steel state-of-the-art oven had a quirk - after a cleaning cycle it needed to be reset. To reset the beast, some panel has to be pulled off and a button must be pushed. I am sure the manufacturers of this oven didn't intent for determined stubborn women to be prodding around behind panels of their product. When resetting this button (with a screwdriver, none the less) it slipped off the button and into a hole where there were two live wires so conveniently surged together with the touch of the tool. Sparks flew, smoke billowed and the shiny screwdriver turned a charcoal black. So blew the oven that was meant to cook 5 dishes for the guests that evening. I spent the remainder of the day picking up dishes, cooking them, and returning them. I got some puppy peace after 6 PM after the guests arrived. I heard it was a great success and they impressed. I did find it weird that my mom spilled the beans and told them the whole story. Ha! Another example of good intentions gone haywire.
I did have Cheyanne sleeping ever so soundly on the bed last night. There is not many things that are more comforting than a dog's snore. Looking forward to bed already!
In church yesterday I was royally confused. Mr. Ted starts talking about The Sabbath and how we don't need to honor it as those times have passed and we are under a new law. Then, he says God spoke to him and told him he would live to be a hundred if he honored The Sabbath. (He has this weird thing about his family dying at 55 of a heart attacks.) So, in the end he decides that we need to honor The Sabbath even though he doesn't know what the requirements are (what exactly can't you do?). I think the last sentence was "...Now since I ruined your day you we are done." What is up with that? I go to church to learn, not be completely confused! I turned to my husband and asked if he learned anything and he goes, "to honor The Sabbath". I have a hard time taking that away from the sermon when the first thing he said was pertaining to our dismissal of the old law. Stumped!
I must tell you about the big event this weekend! My parents were having the "richest people in the city" over for dinner on Saturday night. It was something my mom had been dreading and planning for months. When she woke up to lightly drifting snow and swirling winds she thought she might be blessed with canceling guests. No such luck. I was reserved for puppy sitting that night, so I was looking forward to a night of cozy movie watching and a double melt pizza from Domino's after getting off of work. (A true sign of a desperate employee is one that will come in at 8 AM on a snowy day!) Anyway, my mom called while I was working in tears. Apparently, her fairly new stainless steel state-of-the-art oven had a quirk - after a cleaning cycle it needed to be reset. To reset the beast, some panel has to be pulled off and a button must be pushed. I am sure the manufacturers of this oven didn't intent for determined stubborn women to be prodding around behind panels of their product. When resetting this button (with a screwdriver, none the less) it slipped off the button and into a hole where there were two live wires so conveniently surged together with the touch of the tool. Sparks flew, smoke billowed and the shiny screwdriver turned a charcoal black. So blew the oven that was meant to cook 5 dishes for the guests that evening. I spent the remainder of the day picking up dishes, cooking them, and returning them. I got some puppy peace after 6 PM after the guests arrived. I heard it was a great success and they impressed. I did find it weird that my mom spilled the beans and told them the whole story. Ha! Another example of good intentions gone haywire.
I did have Cheyanne sleeping ever so soundly on the bed last night. There is not many things that are more comforting than a dog's snore. Looking forward to bed already!
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