Charger Cords, Temper Leashes, and Bible Verses

What do these three have in common? I needed them today. Actually, Grammy started talking to Noise about bible verses and asked me if I knew any. I responded to her question 'do you know John 3:16' with the King James Version of the verse... I think. Then I said, 'sweet words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and health to the bones,' which is Proverbs 16:24. Then we both, meaning my Grammy and I, tried to say Psalms 23 by memory. We knew the gist of the passage, but we mixed up the order and couldn't seem to stay with one translation. Here is the English Standard Version of Psalms 23.

"Psa 23:1  A Psalm of David. The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.
Psa 23:2  He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters.
Psa 23:3  He restores my soul. He leads me in paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
Psa 23:4  Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
Psa 23:5  You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies; you anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.
Psa 23:6  Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of the LORD forever."

This was from the E-Sword app. on my computer. We got the middle mostly right, but as I said, we muddled the order. So... what about cords and leashes? That comes next. My power cord for my Toshiba, which I had recently relinquished to the shop for a replacement power port, refused to charge my dear computer. That's when I needed to clamp a short leash on my temper, and my anguish. My dear, dependable, boredom relieving, and school administrating laptop would not charge. The gut wrenching terror and sheer helpless hopelessness from the first moment I noticed a problem with my laptop returned and I had to tighten down my emotions before I broke down and cried. My little brother did not help matters. For some odd reason, the sound of his voice when I am aggravated or frustrated or just plain upset for no apparent reason just serves to irritate my displeasure further. And so, I needed a new power cord as well as a good bible verse and a very short temper leash that, despite my efforts, slipped out just a little too far with my dearest little brother. Tell me, if you can and if you have not simply left this mindless drivel for something with real substance, why do younger siblings always serve as irritants?

In health, and fair temper,
Lil Bit

The Woes of a Semi-Responsible Older Sister on Cleaning Day

Yes. The dreaded Cleaning Day has struck my home. Mom has reached her breaking point. Noise hasn't been taking it well. He had the flu, or at least a mild fever, most of this week and has only just(read barely) gotten over it. Okay, enough with this, on to the real breakdown/storytelling portion of the post so as to explain my choice of title. Though it should be fairly self-explanatory.

Mom reached her breaking point on the mess and clutter and dirt(plus hair. Three people with long hair, a dog, and a cat produce almost enough hair to get a gerbil from one room alone, especially when you vacuum.) and with her being about the only one doing anything about it. And so, today was declared Cleaning Day. Naturally, when Noise was told that he had to clean he collapsed and began to whimper. When he was told he had to do school... well. I think you can guess how he feels about doing both today. I've had to 'play mommy' twice today. Here's a run down of roughly how these 'talks' go.

Me: stand
Noise: *stands *
Me: deep breath
Noise: *breaths a deep, shuddering breath *
Me: wait
Noise: *waits on his bed and drinks some of his water while I get tolet paper *
Me: blow.
Noise: *does as I ask * *repeat(
Me: Now tell me, clearly and without stuttering or crying, what is wrong.
Noise: I have to...
Me: *calmly works him through it *

And I'm about to do another even though Mom said to stop being the mommy. Oh, and Mom's trying to help, over the phone, my grandmother with my grandmother's job. Oh yes, the woes of a sister on Cleaning Day are many and stretched out across many, overly long, hours.

A lot of NOTHING... and randomness. Beware teh random.

So... I'm 'borrowing' my brother's laptop because the charger port on mine was acting up and it's taking longer than expected to get it back and so I have a TON of schoolwork piled up, not counting projects, that I really don't want to do right now. And mom took me to a concert last night. my feet aren't too happy, my ankle is protesting, my head feels heavy(in no way what so ever connected to alcohol. Beer is nasty to me and who wants to be thirsty right after they drink?), somehow my knees hurt, for some reason my shoulder aches, I can't focus, and is that happy jazz I hear in my head? He-hey! You just got a glimpse into how my mind works! Did you like it? That's what goes on in my head most of the time. Oh, and I found out last night that my happy little nothing music that plays when I'm bored but happy and want to play around with music is pretty much jazz. Funny, since I usually listen to Christian rock or Celtic music such as Silly Wizard. The Electrics are fun too. 'And that was the last of the Irish Rover!' Okay, reality, hi! I'm silly, crazy, and highly unorganized, can you tell? I bet you can! Whoo! Yeah, this is usually how I get at around ten... or if I've had a Coke. Right now, neither of those requirements have been met. Hum. Odd. I love my family! wow, random much? Ah, who cares, this is just to get my manic, random, hoopla type energy out. Say, what does 'hoopla' mean? Such an odd word, hoopla. Okay, I think I've wasted enough time here. Time to work on History! Fun.
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blegh