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I don’t know about you, but I think everyone has their own concept of God.  I certainly do.  Sure, when I think of God, I always think of Him with a beard and the long flowing robes, etc.   I always have.

Then, the other day, I got to thinking that perhaps I’m wrong in thinking of God as never growing, never changing, never moving.  I thought perhaps it was time to think of God in more modern ways, rather than always seeing him through picture-postcard eyes.

Now, before you go yelling your fool head off at me. . . .hear me out.  Of course God is, always has been, and always will be. . . .GOD.  Isn’t that reassuring?  Sure it is.  But also quite boring.  A God of centuries past surely cannot associate with our modern-day woes and fears, can He?

Of course not.

So I got to thinking.  What if?  If God lives here, today, in the present, does God
 
 

:: wear chinos and a polo shirt?  A three-piece suit and tie? Or does He go in for the grunge look?

:: have a 24/7 open-to-all complaint department with a receptionist up at the front to take your number?  Or does He simply have a Web site and voice mail?

:: have a private, unpublished telephone number?  Or does He have a listed 800 one?  Maybe He would prefer both.

:: drive a Ford, a Mercedes, an SUV, or does He prefer the more environmentally correct bicycle?   He might even go in for a mini van to haul around all his disciples.f

:: requent the streets of the homeless, or does He minister to the crowds via Talk Show TV?  Would He hold fire-side chats?

:: go to the super market on Saturdays?  And if so, does He shop for today’s meal, for a week’s worth, or an entire month?

:: live in a single-family home in Suburbia?  Or does He prefer a sprawling ranch somewhere in Nevada, with enough room to house all His daily visitors?   Maybe he would prefer a high-rise condo uptown so he can disco away the weekends.

:: travel by bus, train, or plane when He must go great distances?  Or would He resort to the snapping of the fingers and Zap—He’s over there?

:: minister to us on Sundays as churches do?  Or does He take that day off from His duties?

:: take vacations in the Islands?  Or perhaps He would  prefer a more colder climate over in Tibet?

I’ll have to ask Him next time I see Him.

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Well… now El Cheapo is wanting us to look at lots outside of La Cantera because the lots are cheaper.  Figures.  Now I’m down to a house that may not even meander, and a cheap neighborhood to boot.  I’m not a happy camper.

On the upside, the house is freshly painted, new hardware is almost all in (just need bathroom fixtures), the oriental rug is being deep cleaned, and the upholsterer will be picking up our sofa next week.  The only thing left to do is to pack up the personal stuff, and spread some upscale nicknacks around.  Although I don’t know about the upscale part.  El Cheapo is bound to kill that, as well.

We’re also going to pull an Aunt Martha and have a plastic cover made for the sofa.  Because…, Mr. Alex has decided to use the sofa as his personal urinal every time we leave home without him.  The thing is, even if we have him neutered, we’re not sure it’s going to 100% stop him from continuing his filthy habit.  So, plastic it is.  At least while the house isn’t being shown.

Ah, the joys of selling your home!

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In a way I feel badly giving him this new moniker, but henceforth and forever more, Beauhunk shall be known as El Cheapo.

These days my faith is shakeable.  Is there such a word?  Did I misspell it?  Who cares?

Smoking is a nasty, expensive habit.

I need to build our web site, but just don’t have it in me right now.  Probably depression talking, and probably I should be in therapy.

I can’t make up my mind if I believe in a blissful heaven, reincarnation, or just empty nothingness.

Wish I could get on a plane to Jamaica.  For two weeks.  Alone.

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I haven’t written in a couple of weeks because I’ve been enjoying my free time way too much.  Alas, it has abrutly come to an end.

The DQ quit her job about 2 weeks ago and decided to stay home to raise Zee.  Yay!  Then today, she calls and asks me to keep Zee for a couple of hours because she had a job interview.  When she left here, she said the job was to be part time only and her hours, if she took it, would be 9:30 to 3:00, 5 days a week.

So, OK, I could live with that.  6 hours a day ain’t bad, right?

Anyway, she comes back a few hours later, and not only did she accept the job, but she accepted a full time position working for a tax office.  Oi.  The position sounds cool, though.  It’s a small firm, and they run it out of a house.  Albeit, a plush house, but that’s where they office.  DQ says it is pretty amazing the set up they have.  I wouldn’t know, so I’ll take her word for it.  I just hope it’s not another episode of Lawton.  That’s the company she just left.

The painters finished up the house last Thursday and I am SO impressed with the way our home now looks.  It looks so good I don’t want to move.  NOT!  OK, maybe just a little.

All that’s left to do is clean up the clutter and take the “junk” to Goodwill.  I wonder what our neighbors will think when we put the For Sale sign out front?

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I was working with a photograph for a new scrapbook page, and I noticed how very large my Grandfather’s head really was. 

Huge!  The man must have had a 30 pound brain, and I casually wondered if perhaps that’s why he suffered from those awful headaches.  He must have had strong neck muscles, too, to hold it up. 

Sorry, Papi, I’m not making fun. . .just one of my observations.  I also wondered why I wasn’t gifted with such a brain.  I thought those things were hereditary. 

Well, aren’t they?

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The painters come today and the painting begins.  I’m really dreading this because it means I have to start packing things away.  I think I’ll take some before and after pictures.  And am I supposed to get a realtor in here to give me “expert” advice as to how to price this house?

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