Work

This mornng I got up, while the sun was just poking its head up, to get ready for work.

Can I confess something? I'm thankful for work. I'm thankful I have a job.

Maybe it was the way I was raised or the area I grew up in, but work

was never looked on as a bad thing. Instead it was something you knew

you just did. You were supposed to do it well; work hard and turn the lights off

if you were the last one to leave.

I'm thankful, even though I am only a towering 5'2 and have trouble with tall shelves, that I am healthy enough to wake up on a Monday morning and go to work.

All labor that uplifts humanity has dignity and importance and should be undertaken with painstaking excellence."

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

"A free lunch is only found in mousetraps."

John Capuzzi

 

“At the working man's house hunger looks in but dares not enter”

Benjamin Franklin

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Sunday (Amazing Grace)

Amazing Grace

John Newton (1725-1807)

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound,
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.

T'was Grace that taught my heart to fear.
And Grace, my fears relieved.
How precious did that Grace appear
The hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snare

I have already come;
'Tis Grace that brought me safe thus far
and Grace will lead me home.

When we've been here ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun.
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we've first begun.

(Photos courtesy of: weheartit)

To hear the story of John Newton:

http://marshill.com/media/rebels-guide-to-joy/the-rebels-guide-to-joy-in-conflict/john-newton-bio

A Hint of Green

The other morning I took a little walk to give my camera some fresh air.

One of my favorite things about taking pictures is I can push that shutter button

over and over and be suprised in the end with what photos become

my favorite. Here are my favorites from my walk.

(photos courtesy of: me)

Driving Miss Ethridge

I have been re-learning how to drive...you might be thinking "Umm, why would she be having to re-learn how to drive?" Well, for this simple reason: Driving an automatic is not what made movies like The Italian Job or The Transporter look so cool...it was the manual. The reving of the engine as the drivers would throw their cars into high gear is what secretly always made me want to be good at driving a standard/manual/stick shift.

When I moved to South Carolina three weeks ago, my wish came true. I have been practicing around the neighbored, driving mostly in 2nd and 3rd gear, with the occasional stalling in front of the neighbored kids, who try not to stare too much.

Today was a big day. I drove out on the main roads, crossed traffic, (stalled twice) stopped at all appropriate lights and made it back home safely! I was happy and I think so was my brother!

 So, I am hoping that when Hollywood makes the sequel to The Italian Job, they will call me for my mad driving skills...maybe in my dreams:)

(photos courtesy of:weheartit.com)

My New Home

Tomorrow I will have been here in South Carolina for two weeks; my new home.

 I love being here, living with my brother Michael and my sister-in-law Manuela...

oh and for someone who loves big dogs I am in pet heaven; they have two German Shepherds.

(The bodyguard-Alex)

(The playful one-Remy)

I hope you enjoy the pictures of my new home.

(My bedroom)

(The Library)

(The Living Room)

(Photos courtesy of:Me and Manula)



Thank You, Starbucks

My last night in Boise, my friend Pristine 

and I went to have a last coffee at Starbucks. 

There was one particular shop we both liked so 

that is where we found ourselves on a Tuesday evening. 

We sat in brown overstuffed chairs by the window; her with

 her hot Chai and me with my iced Carmel Macchiato. 

We sat there talking and laughing. It was simple and I loved 

that is how I got to spend my last night there. 

So, thank you Starbucks. 

http://www.starbucks.com/

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Goodbye...Hello

Tomorrow at 1:09 p.m. I will step onto an airplane, look over my shoulder and say goodbye to Boise, Idaho; my home for the past two years. I had a city that I got to

explore and make my own,  a job I fell in love with, and

 became friends with some wonderful men and women,

whose faces I hope to see again one day.

In saying "goodbye", I can say "hello" to Columbia, South Carolina. 

Waiting there will be my family (Michael & Manuela, I can't wait:)

 a new city, a new job, a new education...a new home. 

What more could I ask for? 

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