I should've known that after going something like 4 months without blogging, my soapbox persona would suddenly wake up right as I'm getting ready for bed and demand to blog again.  So, here I am, with an insane need to type a few random words on a forgotten blog before I can go to sleep.

I'm trying to become a gracious person.  I like the term "a woman of grace."  Someone that needs only God's presence in order to be content.  Who does not get ruffled by people & problems.  However, the nagging feeling keeps growing in my mind that fitting me & grace in the same phrase convincingly is a little like stuffing an elephant into a speedo.  I can't help but wonder if my personality is a little too spastic to assume the mantle of graciousness without tripping over it.  Maybe I'm thinking of this in too much of a southern belle mindset.  A genteel lady who graciously serves sweet tea and never gets angry I will never be.  I'd blow up.  But if I'm steadfast in seeking God's face, I could possibly pull off being a woman after God's own heart.  I'd be content with that.

Did you know you can buy cockroaches over the internet?  (See? I've blown the whole southern belle graciousness thing already.)  Of course, you have to pay more to get the kind that can't climb walls.  If you can't figure out why it'd be beneficial to have the kind that can't climb, just trust me on this one. 

I had a good Christmas.  (yes, I know it's March already.)  I got a potato in my stocking.  This is normal in my family, by the way.  We like potatoes.

I hate cockroaches.  I've mentioned this before, but I truly hate them.  Nasty, suspicious, armor-plated things.  I think what I hate about them the most is the sound they make when you step on them.  First there's a crunch.  That's not so bad, but it's only the prelude.  Next comes the squish, and the splurt of creamy guts.  Bugs as atrocious as cockroaches should at least die quietly and cleanly, and not squish. 

I have learned something tonight, in the midst of my blogging.  My mind is an unusual entity when it's tired.  I'm going to go put it to bed.  (If you think this is random, imagine what my dreams are like.)

Good night!  It's good to be back.