To Tip or Not.....

.....that is the question. 

Ok bloggers I need to know,

Do you tip at Sonic or not?

And if you do tip how much do you tip?

Help a sister out. 

Long Time No Read

Hello there Bloggers!!!!

Y'all still out there? 

I know that it seems like I have been away for awhile, 

but I have been keeping up with you. 

I have not been able to blog for several reasons:

1) my internet connection was horrible

and my Mac book would not stay 

connected long enough to do anything

2) my blogger iPhone app doesn't work

3) I am no good at typing on my iPad.

But I have great news!!!

I am back in business. 

I have updated my internet provider

 and it is working great!

And not only did I get better internet, 

but I got HD DVR. 

This technology junky girl is one happy girl.

Hopefully I can get back into the swing of things. 

Random

Got an email this morning from blog.com saying that my blog was about to be deleted. 

I don't recall having a blog on that site. 

But I am now paranoid that my little piece of the internet will disappear

hence this totally random and pointless post. 

Happy Sunday. 

Static

A few days ago, while driving,

I was trying to listen to a specific song on my iPod.

The song is by Mac Powell off of "The Story Album" called When Love Sees You.

The song is written as if Jesus is singing it.

It is a very powerful song.

For some reason I kept getting static and could only hear parts of the song.

I just wanted to hear those words of Jesus.

It made me think of all the times that I have the chance but don’t listen.

God is communicating with me daily,

But sometimes I have so much static in my life that I don’t hear Him.

I get so focused on the “static” and lose site of what is important.

It reminded me of how important it is to stop and listen.

Does static ever distract you in your life? 

***Check out the song here. 

http://youtu.be/l2zHk95UnsE

A Spring Clean Life Change

As I sat in my living room this morning,

taking in how great it looks, I began to cry. 

It took me a few minutes to figure how exactly what the tears where for. 

I was crying because finally I am home. 

Yes I have lived here for 2 1/2 years and have not really felt at home. 

I have not felt truly at home in a long time. 

See my parents divorced during my freshman year of college

and sold the house I had lived in since 6 months old. 

I had a really hard time with that. 

I struggled feeling like I didn't have roots anywhere. 

From age 19 till 28 I moved a lot, 

never staying in one place too long. 

At my current home 

I have even got that feeling of wanting to run a few times. 

(But thankfully I have learned to work through it)

When I moved here I was down sizing.

I had so much stuff that I could not find a place for everything. 

Over time I let the frustration win. 

Thankfully I am blessed with  amazing friends 

that helped my suffering come to an end. 

I love my place. 

Finally I am home. 

Casa de Cary

Some friends came over and helped me spring clean today. 

My house is so amazing that I had to share. 

My Trip to the Pen

Last weekend I did a mission trip to Louisiana State Penitentiary in Angola, LA.

The first reaction I got for every one about my trip is "Are you scared?"

My answer was always NO!

I felt like it was something that I had been called for and was excited. 

I really did not know what to expect when I got there. 

All I knew the program was for the inmates and their children. 

(So I guess there was a little anxiety in not knowing.)

I have been on mission trips before and was expecting blessings.

I was not expecting to be moved in the ways I was. 

I felt love, compassion, sorrow, and pain. 

I spent the day with 1 family that included:

1 father and 5 children--3 girls and 2 boys. 

They ranged from 17 to 7 and I was their mommy for a day.

(I love that they named me that.)

And that is exactly what I did. 

I chance kids, held hands, wiped tears, hugged, fed mouths, 

made sure everyone got to do what they wanted, and all get loved on by dad. 

(Kudos to all you moms out there.)

I felt like I had known them forever. 

We had a blast. 

Not only was it fun but it was a blessing. 

I was reminded that each inmate is a child of God. 

When God sees each man that is what he sees...not the crime. 

For that day I saw the men too. 

The program was a Christian program, 

but I didn't have much time to talk about God. 

(Kind of hard to take away the attention of their daddy on this one day a year.)

Even though I left that family physically,

they have been with me each since. 

I can't stop thinking about the family....the dad. 

I know that what he did was wrong and devastating. 

But he is human. Just like me. 

He was born into the same sinful world I was. 

He makes bad decisions just like I do. 

He has consequences like I do too. 

God loves us both in spite of what we have done. 

And in God's eyes his sin is no worse than mine. 

God wants us with Him equally. 

I know that not every one will share my thoughts on prisoners. 

I am not here to argue with anyone. 

I am just sharing my experience. 

I felt the presence of God that day on the prison grounds. 

I also felt God's pain. 

He doesn't want His children to sin, 

but He also doesn't want us to hate or judge each other. 

I am blessed that for that day my heart broke like God's. 

Oh the places I'll go

10 Days of CARY: Day 4

Oh the places I’ll go…

I love to travel.

I grew up traveling all around the country.

I have been to Mexico, Canada, The Grand Canyon, 

Washington D.C. 2x’s, and lots of other places.

There are still lots of places that I want to go though. 

Here are my top choices.

New York City

Hollywood

San Francisco

Las Vegas

Seattle

England

Italy

Paris

I have already visited many of the states

 but I think it would be cool to say I’ve been to every state.

Where are some places that you have visited that I should add to my list. 

That Girl

10 Days of CARY: Day 3

I am that girl…

…that will send the most random text messages with the goal of letting someone know they are on my mind and hopefully make them smile.

…that will sit in the middle of the floor at the book store to read books off the shelf.

…that gets supper excited over getting an email address at work.

…that girl that gets excited over the little things in life.

….that doesn’t watch a lot of TV but always has it on. I like the sound of conversation.

….who will sing every word of every song on the radio even if I don’t like it.

….that sings along with the songs playing in stores.

…..that hits the snooze button for about 30 minutes every morning.

…..that checks Facebook and Twitter way to many times a day.

….who jokes around with people that I like.

...who likes to be silly.

....who really does care about the people that will read this blog. 

What's the name about?

Ten Days of CARY: Day 2

As all you bloggers know the blog name is SOOOO important. 

It has to be special and represent you. 

And if you read my post yesterday, each blog post is a little part of me. 

Little piece of Sunshine is more than a name to me. 

I have had many nicknames in my life time....

Sunshine was one of my favorite names. 

It represents some of my most memorable complements. 

So thats how I came up with it....

each post is a little piece of me that I want to share with you. 

**image found on google.com