This blog is actually mine - Susan Blake

This blog is actually mine.  My cousin sent a question to me about the authorship: it didn't occur to me that it would not be obvious, but I guess "Soozbie" is all that identifies it at first glance.

I love a good discussion, another point of view, or a "yeah, me too!"  So, PLEASE, feel free to respond, just be nice.  ;-)  I am a newbie, here.  

The point is, everyday I have a choice about the "me" I choose to be in the world in which I interact.  We all do.  These are my thoughts about how that goes.  It started with a choice to exercise or make an excuse; this blog pushed me out the door.  I thought I might write one time and be done with it, but now I am curious to see how it evolves. 

It occurs to me now that blogging about life is like a reality diary, and I just gave the world the key.  I hope it isn't actually Pandora's Box  http://greece.mrdonn.org/greekgods/pandora.html , but maybe hope will fly out of it.

Thank you for reading my stuff.

Susan <3

I have doggie mace, and...

Yes, it is true:  I have doggie mace, and I will use it if provoked.  I will say I am sorry.

I haven't yet, but it always accompanies me on my walks.  Like a gun slinger, I strap it to my belt ready for action at the first snarl, baring of teeth under curled lip, rush of canine flesh and threatening bark.  I know, I know, you love "doggie woggie, my baby, sweet little lover boy," and you think I am cruel.  Come on, it is specially formulated for dogs.

I planned to purchase a five shot can of regular mace that can knock a full grown man into an unconscious state for about 15 minutes, but a dog-loving friend of mine handed me two cans of Halt shortly after hearing my intentions of macing tear-ductless dogs; or maybe it was because I said I would kill the next dog that tried to bite me.  I described my intent to wrestle it to the ground and break its neck: if it is him or me, it's him.  I can't remember at what point my friend freaked out...

I meant it, too.

Don't get me wrong, I like "Precious" under controlled circumstances, but you know the old saying, "once bitten, twice shy..." http://www.funtrivia.com/askft/Question94604.html

What about "twice bitten, kill the next one?  - or mace it."  Yep, this is a "me" you didn't know existed.  I am normally mild-mannered and try to be nice to everyone,  but this really is my story.  It isn't premeditated, it's prepared.

I know what your are thinking, "My dog is all bark and no bite.  He's just a sweetie who wouldn't hurt anyone." Maybe when YOU are around that is true, but without you, your dog is, well, a dog.  In my experience, 99% of dogs, absent their owners and sometimes with, will behave in a menacing manner toward a stranger walking, running, or biking past their property.  If they are in a pack, they are even more menacing (attacked by 4 dogs about a year and a half ago while walking).

So, how does this fit in with the new me?  Well, obviously, I no longer intend to be bitten or scared out of my ever-lovin' mind while defenseless on my walks.

Why am I writing about this.?

Once again, an owner let "sweet little baby, yeah, yeah, yeah, give mommy a kiss" out in the yard this morning, unattended, probably for an innocent potty trip, and "sweet baby" turned his doberman act on me as I walked by.  With pounding heart and adrenaline laced veins, I turned on my version of "dog whisperer" and avoided unholstering my defense mechanism, but I have to ask, "Who is really at fault here?"  The dog?  Me?  Or the owner?

Do your dog and me a favor, and don't put either of us in a frightening, possibly violent situation.  Never leave him unattended and free outside:  leash or fence him.  We will both thank you.

Ready, Set, ... What?

I am dressed.  Running shoes on.  I am ready.  Just sitting here thinking about what to do: ride my bike, P90X, Total Body Gym, exercise ball, elliptical?  Breakfast, anyone?

See, I have plenty of equipment to look at right here in my own home, but also plenty of practice at neglecting the possibilities, along with distractions that either seem more pressing or less sweaty.  Maybe you can relate.  There is one distraction that is part of the new me, and I actually started it a few months ago, neglected it, and picked it back up about a week ago: spending time in the Word of God.

A few months ago, I downloaded a free app, YouVersion, which has about every translation of the Bible in it that you know or have never heard of, even foreign language versions.  My current favorite is ESV (English Standard Version) because it is suppose to be pretty close to the original text. I find it is fun to read the same verse in different versions because it challenges my thinking and makes me work harder to understand the passage.  Sometimes I flip to King James because it is the one I remember from childhood, and there is a certain comfort in the familiar, plus the flow and language can be difficult, which makes me feel like I am reading a college textbook, so it must be a smarter read. Truthfully, sometimes it is just a beautiful versions to read.  Around my Jr. High years The Living Bible took off, which made the Bible easier to read, but there were always whispers about it.

The whispers contained words like "inaccurate" and "paraphrased," so I always felt like I wan't reading the real Bible, but I still have the one I carried back then, complete with prose that touched my heart and pithy little sayings written in the cover.  "God is heavy." "Dog spelled backwards is still man's best friend."  One is a sticker with a hand pointing up: "One Way, Jesus" (the Jesus Movement was still in full swing).  According to my own handwriting, my dad gave it to me for Christmas of 1972.  Surprise!  My dad was a deacon and a Sunday School teacher, and he thought it was okay for me to read the underground version of the Bible!  I do remember it speaking to me, challenging my life, and moving my spirit, so there must be something to it.  God used it in my youth to help me walk a fairly straight path, not a perfect one, but certainly pointed in the right direction.  Currently, The Message appears to be The Living Bible of my generation.  Sometimes The Messages makes me smile because it is often so far off of the original text in language, but, if you think about it hard enough, pretty close in conveying the meaning of the passage.

On to the new me and the app YouVersion: There is a devotional feature with various plans ranging from two days to a year which focus on various interests a person might have concerning spiritual health or curiosities.  This feature has a creative name:  Plans.  Simple can be refreshing.  I was going to list some of them, but there are many pages of plans, some compiled by well-known authors or institutions in the Christian faith.  It is like having an entire section of the Christian book store in my pocket.  I chose "The Essential 100," which is as it sounds - 100 days of essential verses that give an overview of the Bible, the big picture of God's Word.  My phone/computer even reminds me daily to read.  When my spirit became a couch potato, YouVersion started sending occasional  emails to me to nudge me back.  Obviously, I need a nudge now and then both physically and spiritually, which is why I started writing this blog yesterday.

Revelation! And I am not talking about the last book of the Bible.  My spiritual struggle and my physical struggle seem to be very similar:  lots of equipment to accomplish my goal and lots of distraction (and laziness) that gets me off track.  This morning it is this blog, what a laugh!

Here I go:  Essential 100 and ride my bike, then on to all the important distractions in my life.  I hope you have a better you today, too.