Why I Love GoDaddy.com and LastPass.com

So, today I received a call that my GoDaddy account had auto-renewed and charged my bank account. “Great…,” I thought, as I had switched vpoet.net’s registrar & host last January.

On the phone with GoDaddy and their rep, Ryan, I was able to have my account’s auto-renew cancelled (which I had neglected to do last year, ##@$!) as well as the charges reversed (pending). I’m just so thankful to have them call– I don’t think any other hosting site would for a simple auto-renew.

That’s why I love GoDaddy, and why I may switch back to them once my current hosting expires. However, as Ryan understood, my loyalty is to my wallet and not a provider (though service like today’s may trump a couple bucks). By the way, the reason why I switched from GoDaddy to my current host was due to a special pricing on hosting, not GoDaddy’s service or raunchy commercials.

Now, why do I love LastPass? Well, it automatically saves generated passwords for sites, meaning if I forget to save a site after changing its password, LastPass is there with the randomly-generated one I may have used. Totally damn excellent. Also, they have a ‘View Deleted Sites,’ option in the case that I accidentally delete a wanted site. Perfect!

thank you, Lord

thank You, Lord,
for showing that no path
is untrodden, but
many are untaken with
Your way; i walk
i run
i skip
i jot
to Your beat; i
dance in stride, knowing
the world will circle itself back to me
so long as i dance in Your light.
thank You, Lord,
for showing that no path
is untrodden, but
many are untaken with
Your way; i walk
i run
i skip
i jot
to Your beat; i
dance in stride, knowing
the world will circle itself back to me
so long as i dance in Your light.

slow down to His beating heart; your rhythm

slow down to His beating heart; your
rhythm in His hands as He throws you to the stars in known abundance of your growth; He knows you standing before you stretch out your legs to run from Him; He knows you walking back with all the strength saved in crawling so long before feeling His calling to return amongst His flock.

He loves you as you retreat to your soul, and knows you will find Him there, for you He is everywhere you fear to and fear not go; He is your love, your knowledge, your hands steering you the way to where many end but you will begin instead, on His command.

under Your influence, Lord, i sway and fall to knees

under Your influence, Lord, i sway and fall to knees; You replenish me in perfect love of life; Your word moves the candle’s light without extinguishing the flame; Your wave washes my sins to be the ground i walk upon, taller than i’ve ever been; You hold my head to see the horizon and know Your love is everywhere; You take my arms to be as marionette in walk of the calling You’ve placed on me; You are the sweetest soft brushing against my cheeks when i could not see Your presence before me;You are the stranger who was so familiar and loving without my knowing He was You; i cry before You, as i lay myself at Your feet to wash them with my tears; You are my Friend when i feel alone, my Shade when i feel the flame, my life’s Greatest Joy, my Faithful King and Comedian; You are my God, my Lord, my Savior whose gift i cannot count, immeasurable.

i don’t know what i’m about to say

it’s hard to know that i must write in something that may one day be read. it’s hard because i don’t know what i’m about to say, just that i’m about to say it. keep that in mind, please.

i love
being in love.
love is the singular
from so many
plurals.

i love
being told
i am loved.
being loved is
to be known
in trust.

i gave
my life to be
a being i don’t know
until i’ve done
what i’ve done.

may i know
what i am
before i do
what i do.

untitled posts

Many may see posts of mine without a title.  This is deliberate, and here is my reasoning:

When I start to write, I don’t think of a title anymore; I write to express a feeling or thought, and where I start is usually where I’d like the work to begin.  Of course, I wasn’t always this way, and I will probably not be for much longer.  My old writings would try to encompass a small thought into a larger scene or full-out idea.  I feel as though I spent more time trying to stitch around that small thought rather than writing, which may be why I now just forgo the idea of a title or theme.

Titles are meant for works that don’t always fit or fit too well the overall idea of a work (sarcasm/irony vs. natural outcome), and can be wielded with great power to engage the reader.  I don’t really believe too many of my works as of late have been in need of a title, as they are small doodles or scribbles, rather than full-out artistic works.  I am notorious for (not) finishing a piece and moving to the next, as a sort of, “that’s done; no need to tweak it now; where to next?”

Now, this whole, “no titling!” can drive you/me crazy when working with a site, as you may see by trying to differentiate between titled and untitled posts.  WordPress uses the number of a post as a sort of assigned title, but they don’t create links to the posts that are untitled.  I will find an answer and update when I have.

Update:

And, just like that, WordPress and their Plugin architecture comes through:  Blogger Title Fix by Poco

This is my first blog about the wedding. Candi’s done the entire coordination, and I’ve attempted to be her support and listening ear.

The preparation for a lifelong journey’s one-momented prefix is very stressful. I never thought we would have to arrange such minor additions or necessities to make the ceremony seamless. That could be a metaphor to describe the emotions, too. From candles, an aisle runner, the floral arrangements, and the dress & tux (which are for our ceremony), to the table favors, the catering, the music, and the seating chart (which are for your celebration of us), this process is as dynamic and fluid as it is streamlined and hackneyed. Enough so that we purchased a planning book, but have done most things without its assistance.

Candi works exclusively with each vendor, which helps in ironing out small details as well as with budgetting. She’s not splurged twice, just once on the cakes, and has met some of the most wonderful people who have worked with us to make the day so special and personal: Dianne Smith of Brookdale Florist, Karen of Karen’s Cakes & Cafe Pharr, and Randy of inFocus Photography.

I really admire and love Candi, and her determination and ability to stay grounded and sane in the most confusing, stress-filled, emotional, and wonderful times has reminded me each day how much and how much more I continue to love her.