Changing Appearances

I'm so bored! When is dad coming home?

I’m so bored! When is dad coming home?

When my husband started a new job, we knew he would need to change his appearance. He had been telecommuting from home and his normal business attire was a t-shirt and shorts. For the new job, he needed to wear dress pants, a shirt and a tie. We knew this would be extra work for us; more laundry and ironing. But we never considered the effect that the new job would have on our collie, Bailey.

While Mike had been working from home, he was able to take Bailey for a walk each day at lunch time. Bailey was content, knowing that his master was on the premises and safe. Mike would make trips downstairs to the kitchen for coffee during the day, and Bailey was happy to see him.

Before Mike started the new job, we sat down and figured out all the changes we needed to make. We would have to adjust the morning time that we go to the gym, so that he could be home in time to get dressed for work. There was a 45 minute commute involved, so we needed to consider extra gasoline expenditures, and car maintenance. I would have to plan ahead so that his clothes would be ironed and ready to go. He would have to pack a lunch instead of making lunch in the kitchen.

Bailey looked puzzled on Mike’s first day. It was as if he was thinking, “Where is he going?” After a few hours, Bailey started moping around the house. He would look out the front window, then look out the back window, then retreat to his bed.

When Mike finally appeared at the front door at 6 pm, Bailey barked at him for several minutes, as if to say, “Where have you been?” We laughed. We never took Bailey’s feelings into consideration when deciding on the new job.

For the most part, Bailey is now used to the new schedule. I take him for a short walk at lunchtime. At 5:30 he sits by the front door, waiting for Mike.

But if Mike dares to come home after 6:30, Bailey gives him quite an earful when he appears at the front door.


Well I better write something

Staples_buyHi folks. I haven’t been on WordPress for a while, so I will try to bring you up to date on what’s happening in the Porter Universe. I don’t remember if I told you, the upstairs toilet leaked into the downstairs ceiling, causing quite a mess. We then got an estimate to fix it, $900. Thankfully, we have not fixed it yet (yes, we fixed the toilet, but not the ceiling) as the toilet leaked again (Yes we thought it was fixed) and leaked into the downstairs ceiling again. Ugh.


Bailey and Mr. Porter are wondering “what happened to spring?” as the weather has jumped from Frigid to 90 degrees Fahrenheit in two weeks time. I personally love the summer, but Bailey of course has a built-in fur coat, and Mr. Porter prefers winter. We have not yet switched over from the “heater” to the “Air conditioner” unit (it’s a big ordeal, I will spare you the details.)

I went to a writing class on Saturday, and I still have not digested everything. First, the topic was kind of out of my league, more than my poor little brain could handle. And then I found myself in panic mode; not since Junior High have I felt so confused. I need to go up to my office to “Free write” the whole experience. I’m hoping it will unearth some info that can be used in my novel. I’m told that teen-age angst sells books.

Speaking of books, I am wayyy behind on my reading, so I am behind on reviewing. You know who you are! Sorry, I will get to it when I can.

I may have already told you that the water softener machine is on the fritz. (Who ever made that saying up anyway, Colonel Klink?) It beeps around the clock. It freaked me out when it first started a few months ago, but I have gotten so used to it that it’s merely background noise. (Think Talking Heads’ “Life During War Time” –the sound gunfire, off in the distance, I’m getting used to it now…”)

So the water is too hard and so the kitchen sink has decide to erupt. The hard water has eaten through the plastic thingies in the faucet so that it sounds like a machine gun (I kid you not) when I turn on the water.

We also need to fix the back fence, as it is falling over and has been tied with rope to a tree so that Bailey doesn’t get out of the yard and try to eat the little rat-dog across the street.

Money Pit, anyone?

What I really wanted was oatmeal cookies.

Cuffin-Baking-SheetI drove to the store to buy some cookies. I had this strange craving. Oatmeal is classified as a comfort food, and I was seeking comfort.

Instead, I found myself at Staples, looking through the notebooks. I found this one with a Camaro on the cover. I also found some colored pencils on sale for 50 cents. So I bought them.

It’s a daily process for me to stop going to food for comfort. Every day is a battle. I think often of people who struggle with alcohol or heroin, or other drugs and how hard it must be to wake up every day knowing that you will wrestle all day long with the craving. Some days are easier than others. Sometimes we can distract ourselves with creative processes or good friends or even a good book or movie. And other days it feels like the enemy is huge, overpowering.

Staples_buySo I spent a hot $1.61 at Staples. I love finding stuff on clearance, it makes my day. My very first car was a Camaro (yes really) so I always have fond memories of my blue Camaro.

I am finally over my cold/sore throat so Mr. Porter and I will be going back to the gym on Saturday, and hopefully back on track. I find that when I am pumping iron, I have less cravings and feel better. I like how it makes my muscles feel. I cannot do aerobics; I have no coordination and I freeze like a deer in the headlights. So that just doesn’t work for me. I’m over it. People tell me to try Zumba, but I know myself by now, and the “group exercise” thing just doesn’t work for me. I like the weight machines, and then the treadmill or bike. And of course, there is always walking Bailey. He really keeps the pace going.

Well, it’s time I jumped in the shower. I have a writing class this morning.

I never did buy the oatmeal cookies. The notebook and colored pencils gave me incentive to look toward the creative process, to output rather than input.

Sinners, Grace and Moving on

TasteBefore we knew Jesus, we were sinners. But we got saved by Grace, and we are not sinners anymore, we are a new creation in Christ. 2 Cor 5:17.

So we are now the righteousness of God in Christ. 2 Cor 5:21.

If we confess our sins He is faithful and just to forgive us of all our sins and cleanse us of ALL unrighteousness. 1John 1:9  If you confessed it and walked away from it, it’s gone. Don’t beat yourself up.

We are children of God. 1 John 3:1

We died and Christ now lives in us. Colossians 3:3

Who who the Son sets free is free indeed. John 8:36

For sin shall not have dominion over you, for you are not under law but under grace. Romans 6:14 The Lord wants us victorious over sin. He gives us HIS power over sin. We are not under the law, we are under grace. Grace is not to excuse our sin: GRACE IS POWER OVER SIN.

Faith comes by hearing and hearing by the Word of God. Romans 10:17  If you need more faith, listen to preachers, or read your Bible OUT LOUD.

We are a chosen generation, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, His own special people, that we may proclaim the praises of Him who called us out of darkness into His marvelous light! 1 Peter 2:9

We live in this world, but we are not of this world.  John 17:16


We are new creatures in Christ. We are not to act like the people in the world, who have no hope. We are to be lights in the darkness.




I have my own blog now. –Bailey

Originally posted on Bailey, The Spoiled Dog:


Hi, Bailey here. Mom is helping me to set up my own blog. So it might be a little messy for a while.

I have to figure out what kind of background I want. Then I have to decide which pictures to put up.


A lot of pictures are of me taking a nap. But I do other stuff besides take naps. I go for walks and pee around the neighborhood. And I beg for food. I pretend I’m really hungry so I can get treats.

So welcome to my new blog and I’ll see you again soon.

Your friend,



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Please Unsubscribe Me

Too much email! Make it stop!

Too much email! Make it stop!

Hi, Bailey here again, filling in for Mom. Mom has spent a lot of time today unsubscribing from various email lists. It’s a lot of work.

Mom has several email accounts: One in her maiden name, one in her married name, etc. She realized last week that she is on several emailing lists in several accounts, so she is getting not only spam, but multiple spam. How in the world did that happen?

So Mom has to go through every email, and click “please unsubscribe me”. It then takes her to a new page which usually asks:


  • I get too much email from you
  • I get too much email in general
  • I don’t like the information given
  • I’m not spending enough time with my dog, taking him on walks, etc
Pick that one Mom!

Pick that one Mom!

So after that choice is made, another screen comes up.

  • Would you like the emails once a week instead?
  • Would you like the emails once a month instead?
  • Keep me on the list after all–I have no life and I can’t wait to read more emails

Okay, so the last one I exaggerated. But only a little.

Any emails for free treats?

Any emails for free treats?

Then after all that work, it says that she will be unsubscribed within 72 hours. That’s a lot of walks and treats that will be happening within 72 hours.

So all you email generators, I hope you will do what Mom asks and “Please Unsubscribe Me” so Mom can spend time doing more important things.