Enjoying Life's Blessings

So I have realized that sometimes I use my blog as a  grip session, but today I am doing the opposite!

In the spirit of Thanksgiving, I am going to give a shout out to some of the people, places, and things I am thankful for.

1. My Church- St. Mary's has truly taken me under its wing; I have never felt so at peace and this close to God. The people there are so genuine and welcoming. Becoming a Eucharistic Minister has been my biggest blessing.

2. My Family- We fight and gripe, but it's all out of love. The hours are not passing by fast enough so I can get home to see them. My sister is seriously my best friend and gives me the confidence that I somehow misplace from time to time. My sarcastic brother on the other hand always know how to be practical and keeps me grounded.

3. My Friends- Each of  my friendships are unique and I cherish them all. My birthday week was a blast thanks to them!

Wednesday Night
Naked Fish- Delicious  Sushi, and Saki
          Dixie Chicken- 42 Dominos!
                    Obannon's- Half Pint Night

Then to top it off with a party on Saturday! Those of you that missed it, I can describe in a word:

 EPIC

4. My Job- I have one. It gets me by and I work with some amazing people. 

Needless to say I have no reason to wear a frown. :) 

Meeting my match in the Boxing Ring of Love:

Most know that I am an impatient, blunt, feisty female whose stubbornness is never outdone by her independence, but I am also loyal, compassionate, understanding, and trustworthy. I have been given an opportunity to learn some valuable virtues... 

Lord, I truly feel like you are snickering at me from heaven, saying,

“Finally Deanna Boyd will learn how to be patient and slow to anger! She’ll be getting a taste of her own medicine!”

In rebuttal of this challenge, I will be praying to be filled with Your love, strength, and everlasting grace. So I hope You have prayer-waiting or voice-mail because you inbox will be full.

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. ⁵ It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. ⁶ Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. ⁷ It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres"

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This entry was converted to a draft because following this post, the "match" I was talking about decided he couldn't handle my flaws and imperfections that make me, me. 


Questions I have been asked since then:


Upset? Oh yes.
Ok? Of course, I've got everything I need.
Expecting it? Unfortunately, no. 

Wants a hug...

I'm not in a bad mood, I'm just in one of those moods where I need to be consoled.

Weekend plans....

Tonight
Babysit?

Saturday
Babysit then Halloween Party!

Sunday Recoop

The Sizzlin’ Sicilian takes Obannon’s by storm… 

So I admit I have a short temper and I’m impatient and I’m stubborn. I admit I have these faults. Do I react well when I am called out on them?

Haha no.

Of course not.

For me to do that would mean that once I have had a glass of wine I’m calm and cool, not impatient and ill-tempered. Needless to say last night I overreacted, but the worst thing is I don’t even know why I was so fiery. However, those fortunate people who know and accept my faults are the only ones who can calm me down and snap me back to reality. By the time that happened I was already taken as a fool, by the one I care about the most. 

My defenses from previous circumstances have GOT TO STOP following around. I feel like I’m Peter Pan chasing my shadow.

I just hope I didn’t cause too much damage. 

Basically, I am sorry for my temper, my bad judgment, and my lack of understanding.

"La rabbia della sera - riponela per la mattina" 

I don't want to go into too much detail, BUT in I made a promise before God in church two Saturdays ago. I recommitted my priorities, confessed my sins, and gave Him control. 

Let's just say God's generosity is never outdone. 

An Overview of Dating

This past work week has literally flown by; I honestly can say I love this 8-5 Monday through Friday business.

On another note today I am going to touch base on the immaturity of men. Despite age or status, some guys are just prone to being that little brat on the playground who bullied you calls you a dog, and tomorrow he will want to be your best friend.  Now I am not sure if it’s my background in being “one of the guys” or just my blunt personality, but lately I have been able to sift out a LOT of guys that are full the stench that can only be described as best as bull.

Option 1: The guy who flaunts the money. This gentleman will try to woo you with buying you drinks, taking you on a fancy date, BUT beware he is only 22. Where is all this money coming from? You ask. The answer: Mommy’s and Daddy’s checking account.

Option 2: The guy who “has it all”: This particular appears to have everything. Great looks, funny personality, and starts out as a gentleman. KEYWORD: STARTS. Then after a hang out or two you realize he is Ken doll who has got more baggage with him than a 737. After he knows you know he is an utter train wreck beneath the bronze. You will be in the “bully” stage. This is when that little eight year old boy mentality shows up and decides to be an utter jerk anytime you try to understand or get him to do this crazy thing: TALK.

 STAY as far as possible from these. They will try to woo you with their charm and looks then you’re stuck back in grade school crying on the swing set.

Option 3: I call this the “out of the blue” guy (OOTB). This gentleman was in your life long ago maybe months, or years you talked and hung out or even had a small dating relationship. Once the fact is out that your single, OOTB comes to the rescue. A random “Why are we not together comes into a random Facebook conversation. What to do? Give the guy a chance? Or be pessimistic or I like to call practical and say he just wants to be the rebound.

Option 4: The creepy guy at the bar. Drunk. Dumb. Dirty. Enough said.

Why is it that there are all these other prospects when I only want one: The One. 

A Crazy Month

These past weeks have seemed like a whirlwind of changes that swept through my life.
For starters California...
What a beautiful state (no offense Texas)! I hope to eventually live out there, raise a family, and live the true Californian life style! Not only was the scenery spectacular, but it also opened my eyes to a world full of endless opportunity. As cheesy as it sounds, you just have to go for it! Napa to Sonoma was my first goal of Cali, but some other adventures were added before I headed back to Texas.

As for the plane ride back, all I can say is never eat cold chicken at an airport it can end horrific.  :-/

The following Sunday I swallowed my fears and did something that two years ago I never thought I would do. I ended a relationship that shaped my college, shaped my interests, and molded me. I will never regret dating this fine gentleman, we just have different plans and goals that we will not and should never compromise.He is a great guy, so single ladies go get him!

The following Monday after Cali
I was hurled into a week long training for Gifted and Talented Students. This served as great change to see how well I could text message without the speaker noticing. I had a week off and then headed to Hearne ISD!

The days quickly flew until August 22nd appeared at my classroom door. The sixth graders headed into my classroom, quite a few taller than me, with eyes glaring at me and my conservative attire. They quickly learned that although I am only a meager 5'3'' my attitude and firmness was enough to tame the 6 ft. child that towered over me. However the drama of a small town and the lack of support has swayed me into an entirely different career path. It's really strange I spent several years devoted to a career that I always knew I would be good at, but never truly loved doing.

After my quick and I admit unprofessional resignation, I made the impractical and irrational decision to fly to Hawaii on a whim. Enjoyed a trip to the spa, beach, and went on a shopping spree which will haunt me later.

So now you might ask, "What's the plan?" Well after some phone calls, hopeful thinking, and prayers I was offered a position at Texas Transportation Institute. So today I will start my second day and fourth year at Texas Transportation Institute, I am no longer a Student Worker I, II, or II neither am I a Senior Office Assistant. I am now a Financial Accountant.

My first day was filled with many coworkers saying "Welcome Back" and "Glad you are here" Today is Day two of my new job and I am trying to learn as much as possible.