his mercies are new every motning

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last night, i was so fretful i couldn't sleep. you have to understand, if i merely misplace a lipstick, i am endlessly bothered. but my whole purse?! i couldn't sleep. my darling sister coaxed me off a ledge. as i fell asleep i prayed. i mean, my god can move mountains and part seas, why couldn't he find my purse.

this morning i cancelled all my credit cards, got a duplicate license, called the bank to put an alert on my bank account and was generally putting things in order when i got the call my purse had been found! the only thing missing was the vintage gold earrings, my favorite lipstick and whatever cash was in it. ($25?)

granted, all my credit cards were now useless, but hey! i had my purse back! my lovely little cream purse that reminds me of my sister everytime i use it. and i had an answered prayer.

everyone keeps telling my i'm "lucky" but really, i'm blessed. and i know it.

(side note: this morning, i told them i was going to be late into work because i was working on righting the situation, when really, i was replacing my lipstick. beauty first! also, i don't think i've used this many exclamation points in a very, very long time. !!!!11!!! <---for good measure)

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.

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