Blogging is a one way conversation

A personal soap box if you will.  Some people pick a topic and choose to educate their audience... this blog is really just my way of venting. One of the main reasons I stopped blogging was that those near and dear to me were feeling distressed by the blog and felt one of 4 things needed to happen:

1. I needed to stop telling the world my thoughts - people might get the wrong idea about me
2. They needed to get on the email and tell me I was wrong and why
3. They needed to get on the phone and call and voice their concerns to me or
4. Call others to try to fix what ever my blog was about

So from this point forward- and I'm pretty sure I wrote this before and look to the right at my disclaimer- This blog is just me venting. If reading it renders distress or an overwhelming need to fix me PLEASE read someone else's blog.  I can come up with a few suggestions if you need them. I can even tell you it's my blog.

That said we can now return to our regularly scheduled venting/therapy session...

Life still goes on and I think I am now qualified to write 'professional beach bum' on my resume.  We are going on 4 weeks at the beach now and honestly it's not as bad as the rest of the world seems to think it must be. Don't misunderstand- it's not a cushy life - but it has some advantages when it isn't raining.  The kids and Larry have fully embraced the lifestyle and love to catch fish, shrimp, crab... and this weekend they added clamming to their skill set.

Clams- I am not a fan.  The boys like them just fine, Sonia described them as " chewy salt water"  which I thought was  a pretty accurate description. Said chewy salt water will be chowder for tonight's dinner, tho....

Yesterday was Sunday -  and another fail for the search category.  I started looking at it like jury selection- Larry and I each get a certain number of 'rejection' cards. yesterday we were both willing to excuse that juror/church..

The other day I went for a walk on my own at the beach. Alone- to clear my head and pray and as I was walking I was praying and asking God for a sign - I looked down and saw a shark tooth. I was thinking a friend who has stories upon stories of signs from God.. and I  heard " you don't ask for signs" And then I  asked " what was that a sign of?"  I forgot to specify. I guess it was a sign that God is still present in my life, still hears, still cares. Even when I'm convinced my soul is going to shrivel and waste away if I don't find a good church and fellowship here, God is here. I have a tooth to remind me.