Tall, none fat, sugerfree vanilla, extra hot poopuccino please. Re-run.

>> Monday, June 28, 2010




Lazy Monday Repeat, The following post is a re-run, cause I just don't want to think today. 


When someone says, “Life is hard,” ask them, “Compared to what?”
                                  ~Barbara Johnson
                                                              ~ ~ ~
When life gives you lemons, make Lemonade… That saying is so lame.
I don’t care much for Lemonade. I’d make some Margaritas and have a few friends over to share them.
What do you make when life throws dog poop* at you?
Make poop smoothies, maybe a poopuccino?

Life has given me more poop then I’d care to admit. Sometimes people have dumped it on me, and sometimes I’ve done it to myself. Then there’s the times I’ve literary had dog poop thrown at me!

Growing up, my little brother Shawn lived to torment me, as most little brothers do, I’m sure.
I clearly recall ridding my red 13 speed home from my BFF’s house when I was 12. My aqua net coated hair flapping in the wind, daydreaming about the awaiting dinner and the crumpled notebook paper in my back pocket. “You are cute, will you Go with me?” the note read.  I frantically checked the “YES” box, as if it would cease to exists, only leaving the “NO” box.

THWAP…I was jolted out of my euphoria of “Going with” the cutest boy in sixth grade by a flying Dog turd!
 Hit in the chest, there was now a poop smug across my favorite “Boy George” T-shirt. Cringing at the stink I turned my bike up the driveway.
There in the grass, stands my brother falling down laughing. “You are so dead!” I scream slamming my bike down. Shawn reaches for some more ammo….

THWAP! Nailed in the leg, now have poop embedded in the zipper of my parachute pants. “You sick retard!” Still yelling as I dart for the front door. Shawn is going for a third assault.
Then, as if the Gods where looking down on me, Shawn yelps “GROSS, This ones fresh!” Wildly flailing his hands trying to fling brown sticky Dog droppings off .

Now it’s my turn to laugh, or is it? Running straight for me is Shawn’s nasty poop wielding hand. Red faced and splattered with Dog crap…I stomp into the house.

“MOM! Shawn is throwing Dog poop at me again!”

...Nothing…”MOM!”

“(Sigh)…Shawn stop throwing poop at your sister.” My mom calls from the kitchen.

Now this really cracks my brother up…lets be honest…It sounds funny.

“God your such a retard!” I scream in his face.
He rebuts by calling me a “fat pig” and flipping me the bird.

                                                                     ~~~
                                                When life drops a pooper
                                          That’s unkind to our noses,
                                              Use it for fertilizer;
                                                 It’s your chance
                                                        To grown roses!
                                                                                 -John Richard Allen
                                                                   ~~~

Barbara Johnson says “Pain is inevitable, but misery is optional!”

I don’t like to wear problems around like my dog poop smeared Boy George T-shirt anymore. Lets face it, after a while you start to stink and no one wants to be around you.
I don’t know how to fix most pain on my own, so before I start attracting fly’s I ask for help. Gods got a great pooper scooper in the Holy Spirit.

In letting go of the problem and giving it to God, weather be fresh or old…He sends the Holy Spirit to shower me with hope and Joy, clean again.

…we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts though the Holy Spirit who has been given to us. Romans 5:3-5.




I think I’ll pass on the poopuccino, Thanks anyway.


*I wanted to use the “S” word to ad some spice, but I’m a recovering cussoholic.

3 comments:

Nightingale February 23, 2010 at 5:28 AM  

This was really fabulous writing more than anything.
I sat with a smirk on my face the whole time reading it!
Thank you for sharing.

Bossy Betty June 28, 2010 at 6:55 PM  

I enjoyed your post--I had not read it before! How is your brain now? In the mood to think? I understand completely!

Leanne June 28, 2010 at 10:22 PM  

Michelle - this one had me laughing OUT LOUD!!!! The poop smeared Boy George T-Shirt ... so funny! (I think I had one of those t-shirts, minus the poop part!) and your conclusion about God's pooper scooper - just fantastic! What a great way to look at it all, friend.

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