I am of old and of new, Of the brittle and the strong, of the wise and the lowly of the bright and the gentle, and for everything else in between, I am but me, not someone else as we speak, though at times, I may choose to be.

Yes, it's me. I am in the mood to blast someone on one of my firend lists, whom I thought was my friend but is not wanting to show up for my hectic, arduos move.

I have a lot to talk about:
1) I picked up the keys on Saturday.
2) APARTMENT THING IS SOO COOL, I HAVE NEVER HAD MY OWN PLACE BEFORE.
3) I feel like I am in some dream I don't want someone to ruin for me or just disrupt.
4) My furniture comes in on Sunday, and my official move is on Saturday the 21st.
5) Am I greedy that I still want a car on top of all these. Yes, a car. I am using the heck out of my old one by driving to and from the apartment trying to conduct my own mini-move.
6) Bills are gonna be hard. So hard.
7) I have decided not to tell any of my friends from back home just yet until it all falls into place. I am just superstitious that way. But when I do, I just wann scream it to the highest skies.

That is the story of Anita.

And now my weekly prayer since I thought I was too busy yesterday to do it
I want to thank the Lord for His mercies. His hand in my life is showing in the success, and direction I see my life going. This is saying thank you for the present blessing and for more blessings, don't hold back now, and for the eternal problems that I feel no one else can solve, for Him to show me who is boss, and let it all work out in His mighty name.

Amen.