GODLESS to GOD

Good morning! ☕️🍂🍃 

*Please forgive the grammatical errors, boys and girls. You kids are far more text savvy blogging in your autumn mittens.

I dinged my index finger so Imma tapping one key at a time with my middle finger. 

I write these blogs over the course of days, sometimes weeks, longer when half your fingernail snaps off opening your storage locker. Luckily I had ONE band aid left on me from my days working in the kitchen. I recently restocked. I know me. I need band aids on me at all times. 

And hey, did someone send me love from above? 🫶

A few days later new skin grew over the exposed tender flesh where the nail once was, thankfully, because if you've never experienced what it's like to have a toe or fingernail rip off, let's just say you come to appreciate the value of a toe or fingernail as you will bump the raw tender exposed flesh on EVERYTHING every thirty seconds of every freakin' day. 

There's a lot of jumping around on here as per usual but if you can follow a Tarantino film, you got this.

ALSO

I would just like to say, if you're an adult human being, how are you still in bed at 7:38am? How do you not have things to do? Walk your dog. Feed your family breakfast. How did your bladder not wake you up for the third time by 5am? Sunday, a day of rest, I still have a ton of things to do, every day really, a ton of things. This is why I refuse to clean up after a man ever again. I've got enough on my plate as it is. A teenager in bed until noon, sure, an adult, no. If you're not a drunk or a drug addict how are you still in bed at 8am? Granted, I naturally wake up at 4am. I have my tea, listen to the news, play my phone app game, knit, eat breakfast, wash dishes, take out the trash, tidy up, wash my face, etc., and when my phone finishes charging I'm headed to the laundry mat down the street. Even when I was in my 30's and 40's, sleeping in was 8am but only if I didn't go to bed until 2am. In part you know what I think it is, time is running out. I feel it. Our generation, GEN X, our time is running out. News of someone dying doesn't just touch us, it taps us on the shoulder. Know what I mean. 

A friend of mine, 14 years older than me, died three years ago now, used to tell me his morning routine of scooping the cat litter, feeding the cat, washing up, drinking his first two cups of coffee and running out the door to work, all within an hour. And I would ask him, "Wouldn't it be better to wake up an extra hour earlier and have some time for yourself? Eat a little breakfast, even if it's just a toasted bagel and cream cheese." And he would get so mad at me for suggesting it. "I don't have time, Lisa!" He'd scold. I learned from my travels and talking to people from other countries that taking care of yourself FIRST every morning helps you deal with whatever life throws at you even if that means waking up at 4am. I grew up in a German neighborhood. Most of Minnesota was German until the 80's. We all grew up speaking a form of German. It was an elective language taught to us in high school. Back then adults always woke up early just to have their "me time" before starting the day. Because at the end of the day, after dinner and dishes, etc., you're going to be no more tired than if you woke up an hour earlier than usual just to have that private "me time" - drink your coffee, eat your avocado toast, do the crossword puzzle, whatever, and then start the madness of your day. I'm told repeatedly that women from other countries always get up an hour or two early just to take care of themselves FIRST before anyone else. They make themselves whatever breakfast they want to eat, spend 20 to 30 minutes on a hobby (like knitting) etc., and then deal with the rest of the world. And for them it's worth getting up an hour earlier because at the end of the day they're no more tired. So yes, I get up before the sun. The whole "lets spend the day in bed" is nonsense. How boring. I got things to do. Even when I'm sick I don't want to spend the day in bed.          

Anyway.

Here we go.

At this rate, after Trump, it's going to be a Democrat in the White House next 8 years at least. Cutting off SNAP/EBT is THE WORST political move EVER. Starving the American people is not only CRUEL and monstrous, it's political party suicide. Trump and all his minions are Godless. 

I need a moment. 

Breath. 

Autumn in Minnesota. 

Love this time of year. 🍂 ✨️  

Thank for not releasing the hounds, Mr. Smithers. 😏

As we enter my third month back home in Minnesota, I observe the difference between actual Minnesotans like myself and the outsiders who moved here. I'm not talking about Somalians, fact is, I've seen and met very few Somalians and the ones I did meet were at their place of employment and all were very professional and super-duper nice. No, I'm talking about the outsiders, the takers, the creepers, the thieves and destroyers of wildlife, people who don't even like wildlife but move here anyway. How (WHY) did you move to Minnesota when you don't like wildlife? Minnesota is wildlife. Move back to wherever you came from. Leave. Git! We don't want your state or country's debris either. The good thing is, city will always be city. Riff-raff will always stay in the city here with the riff-raff. As a kid growing up in my hometown we never went into the twin cities. Why would we? We had everything we wanted right in our small home town. On occasion outsiders tried to move in to the towns but they always got hustled out within a week. Small towns where every house has guns and very little to no law enforcement, can be a scary place for outsiders trying to kill our wildlife.

This past month of October into November is the most I ever spent in Minneapolis and I can't leave here fast enough. Minneapolis is one of those cities that has absolutely gorgeous historic architecture - alas, highly questionable people mill about it every day with zero ambition to do anything else but loiter. They don't even try to better their lives. Zombies. Got nothing. Do nothing. Nowhere to be. Become nothing. This is why we need our missions. We need to help the people who want to better their lives and are willing to do the work so they don't get caught up in riff-raff.  

I move next month into a nice suburb. Sure, it's 4K a month all inclusive to live in but that's what keeps the riff-raff out. Unlike Beverly Hills and Bel Air, California, where the riff-raff still invades those cities like cockroaches every day, places like Edina and Eden Prarie, the men there will just shoot the riff-raff and drag their bodies off into the woods. I don't condone violence but sometimes I do understand it. 

I have an outdoor patio which is lovely. I can have my morning tea outside with a squirrel charcuterie board. Gotta keep those little fellers fat in the winter. "Just a small town girl..."

I came back to Minnesota to re-root. I had an Uber driver the other day, Paul, my age (he said he was 60) also bred in Minnesota like me, and we agreed it would be nice to see each other again. It was nice chatting with him. I felt like I was home. I came back for men like you, Paul. Men who get where I'm coming from. God bless you!

And since I have my own patio at the Edina place, maybe I'll get a dog. The building is pet friendly. I haven't had dogs since I was a kid. Big beautiful German Shephard (Brook) and a big beautiful black Lab/Dobie mix (Duchess). I haven't thought about them in a long time. Great dogs. High energy. Loyal. Fierce. Protective. Full of love. Dogs need so much however. I've only had cats since them. Well, we'll see. 

I'm done with Airbnb. I'm going back to hotels and corporate housing until I get remarried. I don't want to commit to anything like a lease because I do plan to remarry. Part of my coming back to Minnesota is to find my next husband. He'll have a house. I'm finding Airbnb hosts are using the app for personal reasons rather than business - like the drunk woman who wanted a friend and kept texting me after I checked out. Good grief, lady. We're not friends. It's a business. "Do you need anything?" No thanks. And that's the end of the conversation, dig?

My next husband doesn't have to be a Christian but I do insist he be a man with God. A man who believes in God. He doesn't have to believe Christ/God or the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, but he does have to have God in his life. You can believe in the big bang theory, I do, but who do you suppose created that. A Godless man will only commit injury to all around him including his wife. Look at Donald Trump. Look at all the injury that Godless man commits to his family and the American people every day. 

Men of no God have a hole in their hearts that will never be filled. A man of no God will use people to make himself feel momentarily better at any cost to them. 

As a Stoic, raised a Stoic, as a Christian, raised a Christian, I would encourage people not to marry until their heart is full, complete. If you have a hole in your heart only God will know how to fix it. Pray. Ask for guidance. You will receive it. 

A Godless man will use his wife to get the attention of other women. He will turn his wife into a whore for his entertainment. That is what a Godless man does. 

Marriage is loyalty first to your spouse. No extra marital relations. No gaslighting. Men are lucky to be married in 2025. There's a huge male loneliness epidemic going on right now. Just because you found one subservient woman to marry you, bow down to you, don't mean there's more out there. There's not, trust me. They're all married. Women who are single, like me, with our own life and money, don't need a man. Meh.   

I married a Swede back in 2002 and that was a HUGE mistake. What could we possibly have in common. Nothing. That's the answer. We had nothing in common. We both made money and had we stuck to the marital plan we both could have retired at 50. That was our plan. That's what we had in common, money and early retirement. What was I thinking. After a few years I saw the writing on the wall, but I was in my 30's and being harassed by friends and family to finally get married and stay married, so I got married to the next guy who came along which was the Swede. Him in the medical business, me as a restaurant manager, we made 130K jointly in 2002. Not a bad chunk of change back then. No kids. No outstanding debts. Alas, he was a man with no God. He choose to live in sin after we got married, boozing and cheating. No thanks. I bailed out. I took my body, my money, my self respect and left. 

And look, Unless a fella is lumberjack and/or a forest ranger of some kind, I'm not remotely interested. And even then, he would have to be a another pure bred Minnesotan like me in my age bracket. I'm not the only divorced Minnesotan out there. I'm confident I'll be remarried in 2026.

Most important, I have my own money. That's everything for a woman's independence, money. Women with no money, who refuse to make her own money, they unfortunately too often succumb to being owned by a man without God. I volunteer at the mission. I see what life is like for those women 20 years down the road after they been chucked aside for a younger woman, or abandoned all together with four kids. It's a hard life for them. After the parents die, a hard luck woman can only hope her kids will support her, or that missions like the one I'm associated with still exist. If a woman truly wants to get out of the hole put herself into, she has to do the work. And let me ask you gals, can you look at your husband right now and with confidence say to God, "He loves me. He respects me. He would never cheat on me. He appreciates me. He's not looking to replace me. He wants to grow old with me and no one else." Well, can you?  

It's a tough road out there these days. I'm thankful for what I have. I thank God every day, many times a day, for providing. I know how hard it is for people who have no family or divorce money. 

My old landlord from ten years ago had the most fascinating life story. He grew up so poor in the Ozarks his dad would kill a deer or whatever animal he could kill, and after skinning the hide and cutting up the animal meat, his mom would salt the meat for storage, and that's what they lived on until his dad's next kill. This landlord grew up so poor he dug ditches for change. Actual quarters. But God smiled kindly on him. One boss on a construction site would teach him something, another boss would teach him something else, and then another, and then another, until he had a full skillset on constructing houses, and from there he went on to build houses, purchase houses, purchase land, and twenty years later he owned a dozen properties throughout Los Angeles. He became another millionaire in California. Of course, all that happened in the 80's, 90's, and 2000's when everyone had money to rent and buy homes. No one has that kind of now in 2025 starting from scratch. However, he screwed it all up. He took himself down. He thought he could have anything he wanted after becoming a millionaire. People who grew up poor like him have no idea how to live in society. They have no idea how to handle money. They think they can buy their way out of trouble when they get money, and sometimes they can, until they can't. This man brought upon himself all those legal woes because he felt he could do anything he wanted after becoming wealthy. In the end he died alone. His three kids and their children barely waited for the old man to die before plucking every last dollar off him. How sad. Same old story though, eh? 

At 57 years of age (in January) I just want a cabin in the woods, perhaps a little farm, some corn, an old man sitting in a rocker beside my rocker feeding the squirrels. What bliss.  

        

In my current rental, on occasion I get visits from squirrels, birds, and one time a very stubborn bee who, sorry buzzy, finally got the hint and left after I hustled it's black and yellow fuzzy butt back out the window. I then started making this wildlife charcuterie board when I have the window open because there's no screen and I feel it's kinda rude to not put anything out if I'm going to have the window open. That's just how I was raised in the Minnesota prairie circa 1979. God's land. Not man's.

If you don't leave a charcuterie board of all natural raw fruits & nuts for the squirrels, we can't be friends. I mean we can, but you'll have to put out your own wildlife charcuterie board. 

This be some old school Minnesota wildlife hospitality right here! 🍂🍃🌰🐿

I love this man and his social media MAGA wrecking crew so very much.

Too funny.

AMEN!

Dear Usha Vance, give up your Indian culture if you want to be First Lady. Get yourself baptized and become a real Christian. Erika Kirk has no problems kicking your Hindu butt to the curb. She's got MAGA blonde ambition! Trust that. Although, you could gamble. Wait it out. Trump ain't doing the Republicans any favors by starving the American people.    

JD Vance's lewd behavior on stage with Erika Kirk in front of his wife was Usha's silent nudge out the door because if there's one thing a young woman like Erika will pride herself on it's showing her dominance over anyone's (soon to be) ex-wife. Sure, Usha could stand her ground, stand by her man, but she's not looking so hot if that photo is current. How bad does Usha want to be First Lady? She's gotta want it bad. You know Erika Kirk wants it super bad. Add to that, no white Christian nationalist will have an Indian Hindu as First Lady. I'm not saying it's right or wrong, I'm just saying.

And look, myself a Christian, a protestant baptized Catholic as a baby, not my fault I had no say, nonetheless, as a Christian I WANT my president and First Lady to bow their heads, give thanks, and seek guidance from God at the National Prayer Breakfast. I want them to be grateful. I want all America's leaders to bow their heads and give thanks. I don't know if this new foundation has the same pull as the Fellowship Foundation, and even though I had some issues with that past foundation, regardless I want my president and First Lady to thank God. You're just a man, sir. Just a man. Put your faith in God, not man.    

AND

Here's the thing, I don't think the core of Charlie Kirk was bad. Wait, hear me out. I don't think the core of Ben Shapiro is bad. I actually like Ben Shapiro, to a point. Have they both said things I disagree with, of course. Do/did they both support a political party with that muttering orange turnip as it's leader, yes. Do I find that utterly disappointing, absolutely. I find that disappointing because they're both way too smart to back such a total complete imbecile. Charlie Kirk was way too smart, likewise Ben Shapiro is way too smart to be party-blind and obedient to such an imbecile. And I get it's all showy-showbiz, but c'mon. You're too smart, Mr. Shapiro. 

*Calling Trump a turnip is an insult to turnips. I apologize to all turnips and turnip farmers everywhere. Trump's a total complete greedy selfish imbecile, not a turnip. 

AND ANOTHER THING

Let's be perfectly clear here, MAGA is neither Republican or Christian. No real American Republican or Christian has ever separated children from their parents and put them in cages. Not in this country. No real Republican or Christian would ever purposely allow people including children and babies in America to starve. No real Republican or Christian would ever expect the military and air traffic controllers to work for FREE while congress continues to pay themselves. Know why? KNOW WHY? Because no First Lady would ever allow it - other than the useless one we current have. Assuming we still have a First Lady. I mean who knows for sure. She was MIA the first term. She's MIA in the second. Maybe it's for the best. She's an imbecile also. 

MAGA are not Republicans or Christians. They're a malevolent wonton cult in too much eye makeup.

Furthermore, being perfectly clear, I don't claim to be "perfect" by a long stretch of the imagination. God knows I have my many flaws. I'm impatient. I'm exhausted by the country's overpopulation, I still F bomb when I'm super-duper angry. I'm exhausted by the giant homeless population and crime that generally comes with it. And I'm really annoyed when people go to bed at 2am, then sleep until the following 2pm, and then complain there's nothing for them in the world while moaning GenX had it so easy. Excuse me? Maybe try getting up before the crack of noon. And yes, I never experienced a school shooting or anything remotely close to 9/11, but my generation grew up on tree bark and rainwater, eating ants and crayons, drinking hose water with our lips touching that sun scalding hot metal connector ring. Our toys left literal scars on our bodies yet we still refer to those days as "Good times!" It wasn't easy, my guy. It was what it was. And we never complained. I didn't learn how to complain until I got married. I never had anything to complain about before then. Luckily I was also raise Stoic. I fixed my problems no matter the price. 

God tests my my love for Him every single day. Testing me. Dear Lord, Heavenly Father, HOLD ME BACK, or at the very least hold my earrings! 

As we all voice our opinions on SNAP benefits being horrifically cut off by Mr. president-deflated-orange-tube-donkey, I will also agree an unregulated abusive amount of illegals DO come here solely to reap the benefits of our country's blind generosity. That said, until you (government) fix that problem, you still need to feed the American people. The American people should not suffer because no one has fixed the system. That's a YOU-government problem, not the American people problem. Don't put your woes on us the people. Do your jobs, fix the broken system and FEED THE PEOPLE. No one in this country legal or not should starve. No one. This is shameful. 

Iknowright?! 💯 

I went to Mall of America today. I thought there was a Kohl's inside the mall but no. I got my iced latte and went next door to IKEA for lunch, only they weren't serving lunch yet. Batting a thousand, kids, dontcha know. While at the mall there was a long line that wrapped around the building and heavy armed security. "What's up?" I asked security. "A new Popmart opened." He says. Pop Mart? POP MART? This line and all you heavily armed security is for a toy store? Wow.  

While I was at the mall I shot a pic of some Christmas decorations and I guess this fella thought I was taking a picture of him. 😊 

The dude next to him made a grumpy face 😠, and the man next to both of them wondered if they were both retarded because I'm clearly taking a picture of the Christmas decoration. 😆

Speaking of Christmas decorations...

I have a bunch of Christmas decoration to make for the mission. I donated my Christmas tree to the mission too since I'll be in Edina now for Christmas. I'm so excited! 

Awaken in me a heartfelt desire for the sincere milk of the word, as the newborn babes. Grant that my highest pleasure and delight may ever center in Thy word. May nothing be dearer to me in this world than Thy word; may I love it more than gold and much fine gold, ever considering it my best treasure. --Amen.

Ok bye from Minnesota!