Hey Yal! Welcome to my corner. I hope everyone is doing well.

Well, my day started out okay. I got up early. Tim has to work on Saturdays. I was able to have coffee with my Honey. He left for work, so I commenced to cleaning. Mopping to be exact. I had a hair appointment at twelve o'clock that I was really looking forward to. My gray hairs on my head are friendly. They stick out and wave at ya, As if to say, "Carmen's getting' old, Carmen's getting' old!"

Now, I know what you may be thinking. What about growing old gracefully? That expression had to be thought of by a man. There isn't anything graceful about trying to hide gray hair. It is strategy-not grace. Just when you think you've got that one gray hair(or two) hid, it pops back out and sticks it's tongue out at ya. I was going to squash that gray today.

Six weeks ago, I had a hair appointment for all-over color and highlights. I had an unexpected bill come up. I had to cancel the appointment. Today was the day. No more friendly gray hair for me!

Well, you'll never guess what happened.

I was feeling pretty good about getting some cleaning done. I was feeling pretty confident and proud of myself. I got up early and actually cleaned some. I read my Bible. Everything Hunky-Dorie.

Then we got ready to leave. My car keys are MIA. We looked and looked. I got madder the harder I looked for those car keys. An extra set, you say? NOPE. I mean to tell you that my house went from being picked up to looking like it had been tossed out in thirty minutes flat! My sister came over. She said, Carmen, do you think Tim could have accidentally put them in his pocket?" I called him at work. I asked him to look in his pockets. He had them. She drove me to his job to pick up my keys.

Looking back at the situation, it was really silly for me to get so frustrated. I kept saying the same thing over and over. "I know they are in this house!" "I just know they are in here somewhere!" It's hard sometimes to take a deep breath in the midst of an aggravating situation. Evidently, it's really hard for me.

I gave up on the situation before my sister got there. Besides, I was tired. My sister was the outside person looking in. She came into the situation calm. Guess my temper and confidence got the best of me. Those two things are not a good combo.

What's that verse? Lean not on your own understanding but in all thy ways acknowledge me. You know, maybe if I would have calmed down and asked God to help me first then the situation would have been better. I was too mad to even stop and consider the possibility that Tim could have them. The bonus in that would have been double. I would not have shown aggravation in front of my kids and my house would still be picked up!

Love you guys! Gotta go and make an extra set of keys! Have a good one!