Rosie Ramblings

1. My daughter is a great cook. She made us a pizza, from scratch, dough and all when she was 8. All by herself she made the sauce, and properly assembled the pizza. She even added seasoning the crust that was not included in the recipe. Amazing. However, I just had to go help her make macaroni and cheese, from the box. Really?

2. Privacy signs are helpful. Stayed at a hotel last night and stood for a few moments pondering the "Please do not disturb" sign hanging on the door. Wouldn't it be nice to have one of those that you could tie around your neck when you were having one of "those" days?

3. Some people are a gluttons for punishment. You know those folks? The ones that keep doing the same thing, the result stays the same, and it is always unpleasant. Yet, the perpetrator keeps returning to the scene of the crime thinking the outcome will be different. No matter what is said, no amount of advice offered, or suffering endured, they will continue down the path of pain. OK, I will admit, I may be one of "those" people. Somebody please smack me!

4. No matter how wonderful the voice, no soprano sounds good on Brahms' Von Ewige Liebe after hearing it 75 times. I know this as a fact, from personal experience.

5. I like fancy pants. They make me feel good.

6. I miss my family. They are celebrating my cousin Lori's 25th wedding anniversary. The whole family is there. I contributed a song, which should be super hilarious since it is Shania Twain's "You're Still the One". If you know me, you know this song choice is at best a stretch and at worst, totally inappropriate. I do not carry that style very well. I really did try, and I am trying to not fixate on the laughter that will erupt when my siblings see the video. My cousins will forgive and forget (I hope and pray). But, my siblings will harass me until the day I die. And, yes, even David, the adopted brother who is celebrating with my family, will make fun of me. They will mimic my singing and will make fun of the way I look while I am singing. Let me correct myself, they will make fun of the way I look when I am not singing. Silly grin, trying to look like I am a cool country singer when I am really a refined (hahaha!) opera singer. So, maybe I should be glad that I am not there. But, nope, I still miss them and wish I was there laughing and crying with the whole Deal clan.

7. I talk too much and often have nothing to say. I know this is true. The rantings and ramblings of Rosie often provide very little content to the existence of each day. But as pointed out in #3, I am a glutton for punishment and I am willing to make everyone suffer along with me. Sorry! It's the price you pay of knowing and loving me.

8. 6 Months ago today, my dad died. Enough said.

9. Feet stink. Am I wrong?

10. Bedtime is the most welcome and the most dreaded time of the day. I love the fact that I get to lay in bed, under the covers, warm, cozy. But, I dread what thoughts will come as I drift off to sleep. Though my sleep patterns have become much more consistent, (thanks to strong drugs), I still dread the darkness that creeps into my mind and soul when sleep evades me. I know there are times that God must wrestle with me through the night. But, the darkness is inherently dangerous and threatening. When I can't see what is coming, and I don't know where to go or whose hand to hold; I must face my God and reconcile the heart that I have tried to withhold and hide from Him. But, the light does come in the morning. And the same God who meets me in the darkness is the God that brings the light.