Baths, Bugs and Being

So, Felicia did ok at puppy class. She’s one of three bigger puppies, which just means there’s more of her. The rest of the class consists of a Jack Russel, a Frenchie, something so small it didn’t warrant the halter it was entrapped in, and a Sheltie. We are working on “Sit” which she’s got down, and “Heel” which she only get’s when I have treats in my pocket.

I took both dog’s for bath’s this past week. A great treat for Gracie, a new experience for Felicia. Needless to say, Gracie was loved and Felicia was double teamed.


I found the strangest worm on my lemon tree this past week. In fact, I had just talked to Cody, Fannin County’s extension agent that very day. Came home and found this dog face thing on my tree.


This is the Orange Dog Caterpillar…As an adult it’s the Giant Swallowtail. They are pests of citrus trees. So all y’all with citrus trees get out there and look! This thing was going to town on my leaves. And ugly, wow yes! See those red horns? They came out when I pissed it off. I left this dude in the plastic bag and he was gone in the morning… I’m still keeping an eye out for his kind. Call me racist, I don’t care. They just got to go!

I’ve been thinking about what being content means. Let me ask you, are you content in your daily tasks? I mean content as an adjective. “Satisfied with what one is or has; not wanting more or anything else.” Or are you wanting more?

See, I have always “wanted more”, so I pushed myself for better jobs, more money, you know, the rat race. But after Preacher man graduated, I slowly started evaluating what I was “doing” and I started to see I was better when I was “being” instead of when I was “doing”. You may not even have time to think about “being” cuz your too busy “doing”, It’s easy to get caught up in the race.

The reason I bring this up is two-fold, 1st I really have been thinking about it lately and 2nd I turned down a “better” job with more money in order to work on being content. Right now, it’s more important to work as a merchandiser, (which is really physical) and have time to play in two bands, work with Felicia, spend time with Gracie, and cook dinner for Preacher man.

Sometimes it’s just not about the money… It’s about acquiring the peace, a contentedness, a satisfaction making it fit.

It’s a road that keeps getting more narrow.


From where I sit!

Now is the calm before the storm of the day. That just means I need to drink my coffee and breath, cuz crazy is coming.


This day holds a lot. Felicia and I will be going to Obedient Class this morning. I’m not sure what this will hold but, you can bet your bottom dollar I’ll be posting about it. New things excite me, but they also freak me out. I have no idea where this class is, wait, yes I do. It’s between Bells and Sherman. Great! Also, someone throws up if she’s in the car too long or if the road’s are rough. Yes to both of those. So after we get out there, do our thing, we have to come back home.



I have a concert tonight at the Armory. Whoot to the hoot! This has been a whorl wind three weeks, yes, we started practice three short weeks ago and tonight is our first concert. Craziness! I play the Bari Sax, I guess I have since 7th grade. Before that it was the Oboe. Why did I change you ask. Moving to the south where football is king means marching band is what we do. Oboe’s don’t march so well.

The coolest part of this band though is starting to come to the surface… it’s the people I’m forced to sit by! I use to sit in the sax section. I now hang out with the Tuba Dude, aka TD, who is on my right. On my left is what I can only explain as someone who has come from the same planet I have, she is also a Bari so I’ll call her BB for Bari Babe! Then in front of me is a Bb French Horn, who is the partner in crime with BB so I’ll call her Frenchy. I have never been in a band that has had 2 Bari’s! So in the back row is a Tuba and 2 Bari’s blasting out the low tones. From where I sit, it’s amazing!

Invasion Time!

The summer before I started college, I worked for the University of Arkansas Cooperative Extension Service as a Cotton Scout. All summer long, I would drive out to cotton fields that were in the program, get out and walk the field and count good bugs and bad bugs. As long as the good bugs out numbered the bad ones, we didn’t have to spay. There is however, a tipping point, where the good bugs aren’t keeping the bad bugs in check and the scale tips and we are over run by bad bugs.

I believe because of this scouting job, I hate worms and all that they are. I understand the ugly, green leaf eating caterpillars turn into beautiful butterflies, and then they pollenate the flowers, blah blah blah blah! I do not care!


So, you can image my horror when we were invaded by Army Worms!


Army Worms

They’re were so many that the grass was moving! In the dark of the morning when I take the dogs out to potty, I could hear them being crunched under my flip flop! Gross!!!


Army Worm Moth

You might have seen some of these stuck to your car grill or I use to see them when I worked late nights at the gas station, flying into the lights.


Yard Damage by worms

The grass isn’t looking too good around here.

All this to say, we never really know when we are going to be over taken by our bad bugs. (Control, Fear, Selfishness, Anger, Pride…) We must do our due diligence to keep them in check. (Prayer, Scripture reading, Journaling, Worship…) But if and when the scale starts to tip, we need to call on our Spiritual Reinforcements to come and help us stomp the bad bugs under our feet!

Don’t forget that Jesus sent the disciples out in two’s.

Iron sharpens Iron. Who is your Iron?

Have you talked to them lately?