Just a quick post, as we’ve been traveling around the burg of Sacramento for the last few days. I’d never been down here before. (Because I’m kind of a hermit like that, hehe.) Actually, I’d just never had a reason to come down before, but Husband has lots of family/friends here, since it’s where he grew up. Makes me really glad, because if I had to be the one driving in this traffic, you’d better believe there would be bloodshed. No way do I have the patience for this. He maneuvers through the lanes with a precision that can only come from years of experience. And probably lots of language.
But, all that aside, it is absolutely lovely down here and I can see why it draws so many people to it. The views around the outskirts of the city are spectacular. So many oak trees and lush greenery. Really beautiful. Oregon will always be my home, but I will happily travel down here to visit. Seeing the Sierra Nevadas and Mt. Shasta…I just love it. And overall, Sacramento is a pretty cool city.
The best part of this vacation? Having at least two days to work on my book. That’s right. I might just be able to get this puppy up and running by either this week or next at the latest. I’m thrilled, truly. In fact, now I feel the need to go work on it some more. Oh, the excitement!
I love free things. Yes, I know you sometimes get what you pay for. But I will sit through any meeting and listen to any insurance company, medication representative, etc. if it means that I get freebies. I scored big-time with our office’s recent insurance “fair.” (It was just a few tables set up in a room, nothing fancy.) But I got a free water bottle, tote bag, chapstick…even an apple and a package of almonds. At a different insurance meeting I scored a rockin’ day planner that I can’t wait to use. Not to mention both meetings had a truckload of free pens.
That brings me to my real confession.
I…am a pen whore.
There! I’ve admitted it. I’ve no sooner gotten a new pen in my clutches before I’m eyeballing the next one in the cup at the bank. When I tire of one, I move to the next. Oh, I’ve had my rebound pens. And I’ve turned back to a few after thinking I could move on. The one pen I’ve managed to truly be faithful to is actually from my dad’s workplace. I love their pens with a passion. Thankfully, Dad also keeps me well-stocked with them. I’d like to think they’re my one and only, but even the other day, at yet another insurance meeting, I glomped onto the free pens like they were a bag of Dove’s chocolates.
It made me realize just how easy it is to “promote” things, and how big-name people can get carried away. I mean, imagine if it was jewelry. Or a designer dress. Or top of the line shoes. The list goes on. I know I’m guilty of it. Sure, I’ll wave your company’s logo everywhere if it means I get a free toothbrush. (True story. Even at an insurance meeting.) It makes you wonder, would you still accept the gift it was from a company that goes against something you believe in? If you know for a fact that the company in question is a staunch supporter of something that you strongly protest, do you have the courage to turn it down? I’d like to think that I would. Then I look at how excited I get over a pen. A really, really, awesome, shiny new pen. Could I turn away a new car? Or a laptop? Or a gaming device? Tough question.
I guess I’ll just be thankful that I get all the free pens my lustful little heart desires. And pray that my dad’s company never decides to change pen carriers.
I am so saddened to hear of the shooting in Connecticut. Whenever there is violence like this in any school is something horrific, but to see these children, these babies, cut down when they were so young brings absolute sorrow to my heart.
I am not one to cry easily. (Husband can attest to this.) But my eyes welled with tears as I watched the live coverage and they told of the doctors and nurses at the hospital, ready and waiting for patients who would never arrive. Ambulances drove away without flashing lights, unable to save the ones they came for. Parents returned to their homes, greeted by Christmas presents that will never be opened by their children. Teachers and students alike will have to walk back into those halls, once a safe place of learning, now a place of death. Mothers, fathers, wives, husbands, brothers, sisters and hundreds more who will never see their loved ones again.
I truly cannot imagine the depth of such pain.
Families of Connecticut, you are in our thoughts during this horrible time. May the Lord bring comfort to your broken hearts.