Nae-Nae's World

Life can be hard. Laugh anyways!

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

And I'm Still Alive

I was told today that I really do need to start blogging again. Supposedly there are people out there who find me humorous. Thanks guys! It's nice to know there are others in this world with the same strange sense of humor as me. Most people just look at me oddly. Anyways, I do have some things I want to write about, I just have to find the time to write them. I haven't felt well lately and am extremely tired and stretched to thin. I sort of feel like Charlie Brown on Halloween- to many holes in my sheet, and nothing but rocks in my bag. Sorry I'm sounding whiny, it's just who I am. I just wanted to let everyone who reads this know that I'm still alive!

Friday, August 12, 2005


Who made your pants?  Yesterday one of the doctors that I work with was very proud of his pants.  We didn’t know this until after we had teased him.  His shirt and pants were brown.  This of course brought up the UPS commercials “What Can Brown Do For You?”   He laughed at this, but didn’t find it nearly as funny as we did. 

Excuse me for a moment, I have to sign for a package.  I really do.  The UPS man is really here.

Back to my story.  This doctor was really proud of his pants.  It seems that these pants were custom tailored just for him.  He had on pants that cost more than my wedding ring and all we could say was “What can brown do for you?”  I find this very funny.  This brings me back to my opening question.  Who made your pants? 

I have no idea who made my pants.  I bought them at Wal-Mart.  I also have some from Target.  The doctor knows who made his pants.  He’s met the tailor and talked with him.  The tailor measured him specifically for those pants.  My pants were probably made in Taiwan by someone I will never meet or see. 

I like pants.  I wear pants almost everyday.  Now don’t look like that.  Some days I wear dresses.  The point is I wear these things all the time and I don’t know whose hands have been on my pants. 

So, if you live in Taiwan and you sew pants for a living drop me a line.  I’d like to get to know you.  It’s always nice to know where your pants have been.       

Thursday, July 21, 2005

He Spoke

A dear friend asked me if I would help her out.  I immediately said “Sure”!  Then she proceeded to ask me to write about how God had been working in my life lately.  I wanted to say “Nope”, but you really can’t do that after such a confident “Sure”!  The lesson here is never say sure until you’re sure you’re sure.

Five years ago, I heard the voice of God.  He spoke to me in that still quiet voice and told me that my husband was going to be a minister.  Huh!  Say what!  Then one day about a week later, my husband, who was a very new Christian, told me that he thought maybe being a minister would be an interesting job.  There was my confirmation from God. 

Another year went by.  My husband was not pursuing a career in ministry and that was fine with me.  Not that I had anything against it, but, we were pretty comfortable in the life we were living.  One morning on the way to church I saw a couple of homeless people walking down the highway.  In our small town with two railroads running through it, this was not an uncommon sight.  But then God spoke again.  He told me that my husband was going to be in ministry to homeless people.  “Well, if you say so Big Guy.”  Then he confirmed it again.  This time was different.  My pastor likes to say that God never does a story the same way twice, and I would agree.  I began to notice what a special place the down and out held in my husband’s heart.  When we would see them by the road, my husband would do what he could for them.  Whether it was a meal, a few dollars, a tank of gas, of just a silent prayer, he always acknowledged that these people were in need.  This was very different from my style of dealing with the problem.  I had always looked the other way.  There was nothing I could do, so why should I depress myself because of these peoples situation.  Through my husband I saw God’s heart for the down and out.  There beside me was the confirmation that I needed.

We continued to live our comfortable life for another two years.  Then last fall God began to speak again.  There was no still quiet voice this time.  It was actually a bit of a nagging voice, and at times, it wasn’t so quiet.  God can be like that when he needs to.  He does whatever is necessary to get your attention.  He got our attention.  For a very long time I had been dreaming about moving to the mountains.  It’s cool, quiet and beautiful there.  That is where I wanted to live.  God had other plans.  He very clearly directed us the opposite way.  He was telling me that we were to move to a large city south of our small town.  It was large, hot, and loud, and very definitely not where I wanted to live.  But when I asked my husband what God had been saying to him, he confirmed it.  We would live in large, hot, and loud. 

In October we got serious about moving.  We decided that December would be the perfect time to make our leap of faith.  The school I worked at would be closed for the holidays and by quitting his job as a prison guard at that time he could easily turn over his duties to someone else and have lots of time built up that he would be paid for.  We were concerned that since we would be moving to a larger city we would need another vehicle.  Without even knowing the situation we were in, some pastor friends who were moving out of state offered to give us a car they didn’t want to take.  Wow! 

Everything began to fall into place.  By the middle of December, we both quit our jobs and got ready to go.  We had trouble finding a place to live that would allow us to have pets and that we could afford, but on December 23 we found that too.  On December 29, we loaded almost everything we owned in a U-Haul and then we didn’t go anywhere.  On New Years Eve we loaded some more of almost everything we owned and still didn’t go anywhere.  On New Years Day we loaded up more, and this time, we left.  We left a lot of stuff in storage, we left a lot of stuff with friends, we left a lot of stuff in the house.  I took us about two weeks to get moved.  Luckily we were moving less than 100 miles. 

Then life got interesting.  Neither of us could find a job and our daughter didn’t like her new school.  We did have a few bright spots in that we found a wonderful church almost immediately, and my husband continued to receive a paycheck through March.  In February my husband accepted a job with a large retail home and garden store stocking shelves at night.  Even though there were no homeless people at that store, we felt like that was where God wanted him.

For the next three months life passed, but not very comfortably.  My husband did not like his job, and we really couldn’t figure out why he was there.  At the beginning of May I was offered a job with a mental health agency.  I was hired to work at the front desk and help clients as they came in.  Many of our clients were homeless, or had been at some point.  This was a little bit closer to what we felt we were supposed to be doing, but what about my husband. 

One morning at the end of May he came home on a Friday morning very upset about some things that had taken place the night before at work.  I told him that since I was working now, he could quit if he wanted.  After a lot of prayer, he did just that.  By Saturday morning we were a one income family again.  Then God spoke.

In the Sunday paper was an ad for a job as an advocate for the homeless.  The ad stated that they would prefer to have someone with a degree in social work.  I showed the ad to my husband and told him to submit his resume even though he didn’t have the degree.  The worst that could happen is that they wouldn’t call.  But, they did.  He interviewed.  He got the job.  We now believe that he had the job he didn’t like so he would be available when this, the job God intended for him, became available.

Some people wouldn’t call what we’re doing a ministry, but I believe that it is.  I also believe that God is using this experience to teach us things that we will need to know in the future.  The last six months have been an amazing time for us.  Every day we see God moving in our lives.  Our prayer is to be in the center of His will and constantly moving in the direction he wants us to go.

FYI:  I left out some of the more curious details of our adventure.  Maybe I’ll write snippets of those in the future.  I’m also sure that this story will continue.  After all, we are living it at this very moment.




Monday, July 18, 2005


This is Purple

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Quote Of The Day

As I was cleaning out the lint filter on my dryer, my husband walked up and announced,
"Lint is like rotten cotton candy."
Okay, if you say so dear.

Thursday, May 12, 2005

Trivia Question

I was watching SNL last Saturday and on a highly inapropriate skit they made a reference to the planet Blargon 7. For five days now I have been driving myself crazy trying to figure out where I've heard someone else on TV mention this planet. Today I finally figured it out. Does anyone else remember where this planet was mentioned? Jami, If you really think, I'm almost positive you'll remember it. Figure it out and I'll babysit all three at once for you. To anyone else who knows, Congratulations!

Where Have I Been?

So, I got a job. I work eight hours a day at a mental health office. It is a very interesting job in a very interesting place. I'm enjoying it alot, but it's very different working eight hours a day. It doesn't leave me with a whole lot of time for blogging, or even thinking lots of funny thoughts.
I forgot my phone number today. I called the wrong number four times before I understood why neither my husband nor my voicemail was answering. I wrote my phone number down on the bottom of my desk calender - a cheat sheet if you will. I'm also considering making up business cards that have my phone number and say "In case I'm lost, this is my phone number. Please call my husband or my eight year old. They will know what to do with me." I will carry these in my purse. Sometimes I feel as if I should be on the other side of the glass at my job.
I think I need to go to bed now, while I can still remember where it is.

P.S. I will also put the address to this blog on my business card. That way when they find me they can read these pages and have a clue as to what my problem is.

Tuesday, April 26, 2005

Strange Sight

I saw a pirate riding a bicycle today. He was wearing a backpack with what appeared to be a sword sticking out. It was very interesting.