Holy Crap.

Yep. I said it.  Holy and Crap.  I realize that is paradoxical term that supposedly does not exist, but I swear to you, it is a fantastic description of my life.
One second things are miraculous and unbelievable and in the next spiraling out of control.

Take today for example.  A beautiful April Sunday in Washington DC.
I got up at a modest hour (around 9.30am). Cleaned up around the kitchen.  Fed the dogs and myself.
And managed to sip hot PG Tips on the sun drenched back porch.  All of this lowering my stress level markedly.

It was about 10.25am and I realized I had missed my opportunity to go to church with Janet.  Starts at 10.45am and I wasn't even out of my jammies yet.
Got a sweet text from Janet and realized late is better than not. However she wasn't going to church this week.  Hmmmm. . .alright, how about National Presbyterian?  Been thinking I would like to catch Mr. Earl Palmer for weeks.  So I made it about 30 min late to the 11am service.  No Earl, but felt brilliant to be somewhere the name of Jesus was spoken repeatedly.  And it happened to be communion Sunday! Perfect.  I am in just the right place spiritually to commune and start fresh.  So great.
Left joyful that I had made the effort, even by myself.  It was gorgeous and sunny.
Called Lili and managed to meet up and have a fun breakfast in G-town.  Great!  The restaurant folks were super slow, so we didn't get out in time for me to run doggies before work.
Fantastic, Malia said she would drag them with her to VA on her trek to give Sam a ride.
Well, to be fair, I conned her, she didn't really offer.  But I was so grateful.  Didn't feel stressed as I gently walked to my Sunday work post and arrived 25 minutes early!
This is all going to so unusually well!!!

Work seems okay. People are less agitated than usual. Which is decent for the apartment leasing business.
I get a call at about 4pm from a Virginia number.  Weird.  I call back to see whats up.  Turns out a nice man named John has found my "pointer" dog (Clyde of course!) near a dead deer in park in Fairfax County.
What the H-E-Double Hockey Sticks?
Poor Malia! She had been brave enough to let the idiot dog off his leash.  He must have smelled the unfortunate deer from the entrance of the park.  Malia said they walked for 20 minutes before Clyde took off. He ran so far she couldn't even hear him barking incessantly at the deer.

For 40 minutes she searched.  Called mom near tears.  I got her for a second and texted her John's number. She was able to talk with him for 2 seconds before her joyous iphone lost power.  All he said was, "do you know where the waterfall is?". . .


Picture of the Perpetrator

Clyde the Ridiculous

See those tags?  They saved his life today.

Back in Columbia Heights, I am praying they can connect.  I can't believe this man is waiting with my ridiculous wild animal.  Thank you Lord so much!  Was praying for Malia, that she would find him and that John was single. He sounded cute. =)
Well John was cute, but not single.  Malia did make connections and John called to say Clyde was back with Malia.  Thank you God.  Really.
I am not sure what to do to thank someone like that.  Know I would do the same, but he really had to wait with this silly barking dog. . .Guess I will just pray for him to be blessed.  I know God can think of something, besides a date with Malia. . .
What must have been Clyde's greatest moment of adventure was Miss Lili's total terror.
I feel terrible.  Hope she can forgive the silly dude dog and his owner.

The Man in My Life.  . . 
I have asked God to help me step back from worrying about being alone. (ie stop worrying about dudes).  I sort of have.  Today, all of the sudden, even the thought of dating or a boy who is interested (there is one) makes want to hyperventilate.  Is this God?  Or am I just really tired from working 7 days a week?  Who knows!  Whatever it is, its working.  I don't want an interested fellow within a mile of me.
Although, I am attending an interesting dinner with the Prime Minister of Malaysia on Tuesday and a dude.  Don't worry, I will get some pics!

Lots of Holy.  Lots of Crap.  My life is so diverse. . .