Normal Girl
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Glitterati
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Shamed by a Pregnant Woman

Avoidance technique or Type A Preparations?
Normal Girl
Saturday, February 21, 2009
This is Why We are Going

So, I did some research on their missions and found out that they do amazing things with and for the kids of inner city Atlanta every day. What they do must be exhausting and it is certainly never ending. They are helping kids and families and sharing God with them every single day.
Now I know that we are going to encourage a group of college students who deserve a lot more than we are going to give them. The work they do is real and in the trenches. And now I see why God is sending us.
Check out my post on the mission trip blog: www.divinedesignatlanta.blogspot.com
Normal Girl
Thursday, February 19, 2009
The Life of Donna
Today I stood in this room for an hour listening to Donna tell me about her life. She told me stories that should be in a book or a movie. Once she rode her son's bike to the crack house to get a rock of crack. She had $10 in her hand and rode up to the window...kind of like a drive through for crack....and the guy in line behind her jumped her and beat her up for that $10. He told her he was going to bite her thumb off unless she let go. She has the teeth marks on her arm still today. Then she rode the bike home beaten and bloody to her children.
She said the way she got money for alcohol and drugs was to pick through the garbage. Once she found a brand new electric razor and returned it to Wal-Mart for $26. She said you would never believe the good stuff you would find in the trash.
She told me stories of sex with people she did not know, drinking all day long, rolling a guy outside a bar for the $500 in his wallet, taking so many drugs that when she was pregnant, she considered herself not using because she was only drinking and smoking pot......she talked for an hour.
She used to go behind the grocery store to the bins where they put the smashed bottles and cans from the bottle return. She would collect the glass bottles, and the plastic bottles that can be popped back into shape, and return them again for the money. She spent three days in jail for that once.
One day she was having trouble with the bottle return machine and had a melt down in the grocery store. She said when she calmed down, a young man standing there invited her to church. She went. The people in the church helped her. She was living in her car with her two children and they got her a hotel room, and then talked her into going to GCH.
She told me that she had a clear moment with God when He told her to examine what she was doing to the Mother of her children. She went through the year long program and then moved to Seneca Street where we met her two years ago.
It is fun to paint and redecorate, and to see the smiles on the faces of the people who live there. But, the real treat is hearing their stories. To see the hand of God at work in the lives of people....it is really humbling. Donna should have been dead twenty times. She spent her entire adult life manipulating and stealing to be high every day. She lived a dangerous life. Now she lives a clean life and gives God every bit of the glory for it.
Amazing
Normal Girl
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Round Robin Turn Turn Turn
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven
A time to build up,a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven
A time of love, a time of hate
A time of war, a time of peace
A time you may embrace, a time to refrain from embracing
To everything (turn, turn, turn)
There is a season (turn, turn, turn)
And a time for every purpose, under heaven
A time to gain, a time to lose
A time to rend, a time to sew
A time to love, a time to hate
A time for peace, I swear its not too late
TP added the keys charm because a key is turned to open a door.
Just a couple more bracelets to go!
Normal Girl
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Contents Under Pressure

Normal (ish) Girl
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Free Refills

Yesterday while I was spending hours in the IKEA in Atlanta, I witnessed something interesting. It was lunchtime so I got in line for the $2 lunch special. I took my drink to the soft drink station. There was a woman there ahead of me, so I stood next to her waiting my turn to fill my cup. She put ice in her cup and filled it up. Then she took a drink and dumped the whole thing out. She refilled with ice, a different kind of pop, took one drink and dumped it all out. On the third filling of the cup, I walked away.
When I was done eating, I went to a different drink station for a refill. A different woman was there at the machine ahead of me and she did the very same thing! Do no Mothers in Atlanta ever teach "waste not want not"? IKEA must go broke at the soft drink station.
What if we applied that principle to all consumer goods?
I buy a new SUV, drive it for one day, I am not sure I like it so I push it into a lake, and go back for a convertible. We would have to institute the Department of Consumer Waste and they would clean up the streets and lakes all day long. They would need to hire a lot of people to get the job done. THe economy would be fixed! Except for the price of cars going to $987,234,783,628,343.23
Normal (fixing the economy one step at a time) Girl
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Looking Much Better than the Last Time I Saw It
Here is the fabric! It is now on a cool daybed in Weasel's basement. I was cursing that fabric the day we bought it. I guess it was worthwhile....
Normal Girl
We Are All Adults
Normal (I have no pics of Miley, I guess I am an adult) Girl
Monday, February 9, 2009
Friday, February 6, 2009
Girl's Night In - The Musical
Girl meets Jesus. Jesus gives her everything she needs and life is good.
The message tonight came through loud and clear.
Normal Girl
Thursday, February 5, 2009
The Inner Slap
This is the other side. Isn't it nice that she knows me so well?
This is how my week has been. Every day. I find I have grown a little over the years. During meetings I no longer doodle my slapping desires on my notebook. I confess, I did think about slapping once today. My inner slap is calming down with age and wisdom. I hope.
Tomorrow is another day,
Normal Girl
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Involved or Psycho?

- I'm tired, but I don't want to go to bed
- I can't remember your name, but I can remember all the words to the Green Acres theme song
- I like to write but a structured writing format makes me scream out loud
- I want to lose weight but I don't want to stop eating chocolate pudding
- I like to travel but I hate airports and cannot stand to ride in a car longer than 3 hours
- I am really good at the administrative details but it bores me to tears
This list could go on for days, but my short attention span is putting an end to it right now.
Normal Girl
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