some of you are probably ready for me to post something zany. You've been been reading my blogs the past few weeks, envisioning an intervention, saying, "C'mon Deanna...put the razor blades away..." No worries. My sister would come down immediately from Baltimore and kick my rear and and say, "don't ever try anything like that again or I'll half kill you..." (LOL) And believe me folks, you'd rather be dead than make my sister mad. Well it's apparent, I've been dealing with depression. But, much like David in the Psalms, who was also very depressed (only he didn't have any Ben & Jerry's fudge brownie ice cream in addition to his harp and songs) I am finding strength and grace for each day in the Lord. And having my friends encourage me has also been my saving grace. Yesterday it was my friend Joy Conley who saved me from destruction. I'd be lost without my friends and that's just a fact. I'd be lost without them even in normal times but right now while my brain is on a haitus, they are basically functioning for me in many situations and picking up pieces of things I've dropped by the wayside that months ago would have never slipped through the cracks if my life depended on it.
We had a great night in church Wednesday night and fusion groups have grown to the point where I need an additional leader immediately. Good problem to have. Okay, so I'm sitting here listening to "Healer" two more times before I go to bed, (okay, three) but figured I'd write something silly...it's about time, so here we go...
Five things I wish we still had in 2008 1) Flashdance shirts. (Yeah, that Jennifer Beals photo was up there for an actual reason...it wasn't just some gratuitious photo. Sheesh, have more faith in me than that!) Back to Flashdance shirts...I liked them. They were comfy not to mention just a tad bit sexy without going immodest or overboard. I mean really, how bad can they be? They don't even show any cleavage, just a little bit of shoulder action. I remember getting one back in 1983 when I was a high school junior, and wearing it up on my shoulders in the morning when I left for school but pulling the one shoulder down once I got there, as well as applying my makeup. My flashdance shirt was pink. I wore it with big white and pink earrings. Everyone from my church was convinced I was going to hell. Good times.
2) "Singspirations" in church. Yep, I loved those too. It was like our own small church version of the Gaither Homecoming. At our church somebody always pulled out an accordian, and sometimes even two people would bring them out . That really put it over the top. :-) Note if you are going to do an accordian solo (if you ever decide to strike out on your own and attempt one) it would be best to pick a song like "Power in the Blood" or "Jesus Hold My Hand."
3) Toga parties. I think they're fun but haven't heard of anybody having them lately. I attended one in high school. I know, I know. You're shocked that the same girl who participated in Singspirations at a church with accordians also went to toga parties. Don't ask. It's a long story. It takes more than a blog post to explain my dysfunctional history to you.
4) Full service gas stations. (But at no extra cost!) I hate, hate, hate pumping gas. Especially when I'm dressed up. Always have, always will. Larry used to get peeved at me when we first got married for going through full serve every time even thought we were too poor to pay attention. I said, "Look, it's like this. You either be the gas pumper in this marriage, or I go through the full serve every time." He did very well with that first phase of training and I pumped very little to no gas for many years of our marriage until full serve became pretty much non-existent. I have to think of something else to get out of pumping gas now.
5) Cherry pies at McDonalds. I know they have them in very select places, like the McDonalds in the itty bitty town of Richlands, VA. However at 99% of McD's they don't have them. I know they have apple, but I'm not an apple fan - whether dealing with food or computers. When I find a McD's that has cherry pies I eat several of them at a time to make up for the fact that I can never have them. Yes, I eat a few in a row, and then I end up feeling totally bloated. Bad idea. Don't eat double or triple of something even if you usually can't get it. It just makes you feel like your jeans are cutting off your circulation and this is really bad if you aren't close to home where you can quickly put on your stretchy sweatpants or pajama bottoms.
What do you wish we still had?