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 |  Fibro fog, pain, writing sandwiched in between. Quotes. Sermon notes. Encouragement. |
A Texas Sunrise  A friend, William Taylor, took this picture. He visits Surfside Beach with his dogs almost every morning, watching the sun rise while the dogs prance about at the water's edge. This is only about ten miles from where I lived in Lake Jackson, Texas. Sadly, I only visited this beach about four times in the six years I lived nearby. Each day is a challenge. A challenge to get by without thinking about the fibromyalgia pains. A challenge to stay awake when chronic fatigure wants to take over. And a challenge to navigate through fibro fog. I haven't been writing as much as in the past. For years, I wrote at least 500 words a day. Now, I'm lucky if I write 500 words in month. Sigh. For more information about what my day (or life) is all about with fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, chronic pains, IBS, depression and everything else thrown in, check this out:
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| Right. Well sort of. Someone must have been praying that I might be able to cry. That's really sweet of you, but would you mind being a bit more specific? Today as I rode down the street, some tears trickled of the sides of my eyes. I wasn't thinking sad thoughts, but there they were. Tears and driving don't mix well. Besides, there weren't enough to flush my eyes. Just enough to make them sore. I don't feel much like blogging today. Why, you ask? I dunno. The answer that comes to mind is, "I don't wanna. You can't make me. I'm going out to eat worms." Did we really say that???? You know, there's one thing in my portfolio that has not had much activity. It's the only thing with a passkey and no one has ever asked for it. But I did provide the key in my blog entry one day. It appears that it's only been viewed and rated one time, and that's because I specifically asked someone to take a look at it. Much to do. I'll share more tomorrow. |
The whole point of mentioning psycho cat yesterday was to tell how she woke me.  But I forgot to mention that.Yesterday, I didn't have to get up to pick up Derek from work since it was one of his off days. Hubby doesn't wake me on those days, but often the animals do. Before we got Opera, Piewacket would usually wake me about 15 minutes after Jim left for work because she was lonely. She's not so lonely with the kitty around, but now Opera wakes me. Yesterday, she woke me even before hubby left for work. Grrrr. I'm not sure - since I was SLEEPING! - if she jumped from the floor to the bed and landed on me or if she was in the window behind our bed and jumped down from there and on me. One of her claws ended up inside my nose, though, and I emerged from the bedroom to greet hubby with a tissue stuffed up my nose. It was bleeding a bit. Last week (or was it the week before?...time goes so fast) she did the same thing only her claw gouged my cheek. That's still tender to the touch. Stupid cat. Whether she's jumping from the floor to the bed or from the window to the bed, she really could find a place to land besides on me! Or if she insists on jumping on me, she could keep the claws in. Grrr. Anyway, that's why I started to write about Opera yesterday. And I forgot.  If you're a regular visitor, you know that I usually share my sermon notes on Mondays. Hubby thought it might be helpful to actually see what I'm talking about when I write about fill-in-the-blanks and margin notes. This image is small, so you can't actually read the words. But it does show that the printed part with places to fill in the blanks is in the middle, and my scribbles are all over the margins.   These notes go with this entry: "MONDAY! - Updated at 10:20 pm"  Yesterday, Pass it on   sent me this beautiful daisy sig. I guess I had been the highest bidder in an action some time ago and I think I had dropped the ball by not telling what kind of sig I wanted. We finally got that all straightened out and this is the result. I guess that's all for now, although some thoughts might emerge from the fog later.  |
Our younger cat really is strange. I wonder if she'll ever grow up. She runs around the house like a....well, like she's nuts sometimes. My son thinks she's totally lacking a brain, 'cause she doesn't appear to be able to learn some things. I'm not sure. She has learned the things she wants to do, just not the things she shouldn't do.  It's like having a terrible two around who doesn't get any older, though. A bit tiring. But she really is good at purring - LOUDLY - when she thinks she has maybe gone a bit too far. Then she crawls up into my lap and looks at me with such sweet, innocent eyes and turns on that purring motor. Boy does she know me. I can't get angry when she's like that. So. Is she stupid? Probably not.I'm avoiding TV and news media today. It's not that I don't want to know what's going on about Virginia Tech. But, one of my fibro problems is dry eye. Last year, my eye doc put some plugs in my eye lids (although he didn't finish the job 'cause we haven't finished paying for what he did do), to try to help the situation. From what I've learned, though, it might be a lost cause. Folks with fibro can get dry eye. Folks on the medications I take can get dry eye. Folks who have worn contact lenses for 40 years can get dry eye. Add all of those factors together, and it's no wonder I have it. And having dry eye has been down right painful these last few days. I never knew how physically painful it could be when you want - need - to cry but can't. It's like all the emotions have just bunched up inside of me and have no where or no way to escape. By avoiding watching any more news coverage, I have somewhat avoided adding to the pain. My poor son is having trouble with his hands. It's been mostly pain, but now he's losing feeling in his right hand. His dominant hand. Turns out that at work he spends at least 3 of the 8 hours using a (retail) scan gun. I've used those myself, but never for that long in any one day. I can't imagine using one 3+ hours a day every day - for two years. He's been searching the internet and thinks it might be carpal tunnel. He's worried about the cost of treating it and if surgery might be necessary, etc. I think I eased his fears a bit on that. I think since it's a work related thing that it might be covered by worker's comp. I hope so for his sake. I was doing some searching last night and discovered that this church has one of my writings on its web site. I half-way remember them asking if they could use it. I've had at least 5 churches ask to use my writings in the past few years. I've always said yes. http://64.233.167.104/search?q=cache:TTHPTLMMRzQJ:www.westsideupc.org/%20Marilyn... I guess that's all for today. My computer acted up most of the day. For some reason, my DSL was showing that I had a connection, but it wouldn't actually let me view any pages with Internet Explorer. I finally had to uninstall and reinstall my Netgear. Then when I re-booted, it insisted on starting in safe mode. I used scan disk and it discovered some errors. Then the whole process started over again, with not being able to connect to anything. Perhaps I wasn't supposed to be online much today. And now I'm tired. Nighty-nite. |
| When I first arrived at the church office last week and was being shown around by one of the other volunteers, I noticed all the colored paper stacked in a corner. Bright shades, lots of them. I remembered a church in Texas where folks actually left over colored paper. Some thought it was too expensive to use. Others said they would specify on their tithes (checks) that it was for colored paper. Seriously, they fought over colored paper and some folks left with all the fussing going on. I said something about that to our pastor and he commented that every church has their "colored paper issues." Perhaps we all do. Something was really bugging me the other day. I realized that some Christians have this idea that if they came to know Jesus in a particular place, ministry, or church that everyone should come to know Him in the same exact time, place or way. In the UM church, it happens when someone attends the Walk to Emmaus or Disciple Bible Study or Lay Speaker Training. Each of those are good. I've participated in each one and have found each one to be helpful in different ways. I also know that each one does help folks get closer to God. But that doesn't mean that any one of them is better than the other. Frankly, the best way to get close to God is to read His word, to pray and to listen. It always has been. But these other programs are great in helping us grow. So are many others. Someone used the term "faith transference" when talking about this. If one has been a member of the __________ (fill in the blank) church, one may come to believe that particular church is the only one teaching truth or the only one close to God. The same thing happens when people discover their own Spiritual gifts. However they made the discovery is what they push on others as the one and only way to that discovery. It's all amazing to me. Perhaps that's because I was blessed with sitting with my grandmother and discussing matters of faith. Since she had only a seventh grade education (and made sure she reminded us of that), she had a very simple way of looking at life and faith. She passed on her wisdom to us, but in very simple terms. The answer is always Jesus. The answer is the Bible, God's instruction manual for the people He created and loves. The answer is God! If we find Him in a particular Bible study, that's great. If we discover Him and get closer to Him because of a particular ministry, that's wonderful. But it's not the Bible study or ministry that was the key. The key was always Jesus. It's Jesus we find when we go looking. Of course, He was never very far away. We're the ones who get lost. Yesterday, as the news droned on and on about the tragedy at Virginia Tech, I kept thinking about my grandmother and couldn't figure out why. Grandma died on March 16, 1980. Then I realized that my grandmother, my mom and I had sat glued to the TV after President Kennedy was killed. I'm sure that's why she kept coming to mind yesterday. And just for fun, a place to play...and make weird poems. Just fill in the blanks. http://ettcweb.lr.k12.nj.us/forms/newpoem.htm Some contests: http://frostfoundation.home.comcast.net/wsb/html/frostsite1215/contest.htm http://www.tjmfpublishing.com/contest.htm http://www.utmostchristianwriters.com/poetry-contest/poetry-contest-rules.php http://www.dancingpoetry.com/poetrycontestrules.html http://www.rockandsling.org/contest.htm http://www.janetteowens.com/new_page_7.htm |
| Oh my. Like many in the US, I have been watching the developments of the shooting at Virginia Tech. They've been releasing information about the victims today. I don't have the names in front of me. The TV is on in the next room and I've been listening while praying and pondering. One professor survived the Holocaust. Yesterday he saved the lives of some of his students. One of the professors was a top researcher for Cerebral Palsy Some of the students who died were seniors, ready to graduate. They might have been world-changers. We'll never know. So far, there is not a lot of information being released about the shooter. He left a note "railing against debauchery and rich kids." He was a loner, they've said. He was a loner. Doesn't that sound familiar? How much recent devastation has been caused by loners? That made me think of the responsibility Christians have to love and cherish and embrace our neighbors. Loners are our neighbors. Do we do enough to help make those who are loners feel welcome and a part of our world? Or do we worry more about invading their privacy? If they seem to choose the life of a loner, do we then put them on our daily prayer list, knowing that God can reach people even when we cannot? Everyone around the world is showing sympathy and compassion for those who were injured and for the families of those who died. We need to include the family of the young man responsible for this killing in our prayers as well. But maybe, just maybe, we need to look around our neighborhoods, our businesses, our schools to find other loners. A word or an act of kindness might be all he/she needs to help balance his/her world. ********* For some reason, the events of yesterday and the continuing news coverage today reminded me of my own inadequacies. I was drawn to Proverbs 31. I Googled that, and found an excellent study, one that says, "If you consider the qualities of a virtuous woman in modern English, it may surprise you to find out you are more like her than you thought." Gail Millman writes, "We are not just "women of works." We are women under grace. God's grace (see 2 Timothy 1:9). We can't do everything and we can't be everything to everyone. And we shouldn't be driven by such unrealistic expectations. Many women today are trying to do too much and they don't leave enough room for God or the appreciation of His creation. What we do, what we accomplish, what we achieve, are all good "works." But God is looking at something far more valuable. He's looking at our hearts. And He loves us no matter if we are enjoying a lazy day or moving so fast that dust swirls in our wake. He loves us when our kitchen is tidy and the beds are made. He loves us when the sink is chock full of dishes and the floor is sticky. He simply loves us for who we are—His creation." Here's the link to read the whole thing: http://www.christianity.ca/family/women/2004/01.002.html ********************** I just got an email message about the 56th Annual National Day of Prayer on May 3. This year, the theme is America, Unite in Prayer. How appropriate, don't you think? 2 Chron 7:14-15 NIV "...if my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land." Check here to see if there's an event in your area. http://www.ndptf.org/home/index.cfm |
| By now, we know that the groundhog is just a-laughing and a-laughing. Not only didn't Spring arrive early, it almost looks as if it will never arrive. Or maybe those few days of warm weather were Spring and Summer combined and now we're heading back into Autumn and Winter. That's how it feels! I know the birds are confused. They were building nests, now just a few of them can be heard in the trees. Did the others fly south again? I wouldn't blame them! On a happier note, Daizy May  has started a blog. Be sure to check it out:http://www.writing.com/main/books/item_id/1242039 Okay, I promised to share my sermon notes from yesterday. So kick back a while, 'cause here they come... As usual, some of the notes I made in the margin (as opposed to the ones in the fill-in-the-blank part of my note page) are things I want to remember or chew on.  We are a nation of characters, not of character.Secular magazines are realizing that people are searching for something spiritual, for God. That's evident in the focus of front page stories. Our pastor's power point display showed at least 15 fairly recent magazine fronts. (Sorry, I didn't get which magazines, nor the titles.)Marriage is not cool unless you're gay.When you play Scrabble, there are rules. It's the dictionary. If it's not in the dictionary, it's not a word. Real life has rules too. The real rules, the only ones that don't change, are in the Bible. That's our instruction manual, made by the Creator. What better instructions can there be than by the Creator???Okay, on to the real sermon notes. The sermon was about building character. Cause of character deficiency Convinience and pragmatism: truth decay. Is it easy? Does it work? I don't care if it's true or not. Individualism. These aren't new things. They're already addressed in the Bible. See Judges 21:25 NCV. "In those days Israel did not have a king. Everyone did what seemed right." I live for me. I judge whether or not I'm right or wrong. You can't tell me what to do. Materialism. Romans 1:25 NIV "They exchanged the truth of God for a lie, and worshiped and served created things rather than the Creator--who is forever praised. Amen." Some think God is unnecessary. Others think God is only one slice of life. They attend church, then leave God at the door, worrying more about material things than spiritual ones. Relativism. Ephesians 4:17-19 NLT "Live no longer as the ungodly do, for they are hopelessly confused. Their closed minds are full of darknesss; they are far away from the life of God because they have shut their minds and hardened their hearts against him. They don't care anymore about right and wrong." In today's world, people insist that there are no absolute truths. My truth may not be your truth, according to "those folks." By lowering standards, there is no guilt. Fifty years ago, everyone knew exactly what was right and wrong. Today, the number one source of morals is the TV and media. (Yikes!) Cost of character deficiency Proverbs 29:18 TLB "Where there is ignorance of God, crime runs wild; but what a wonderful thing it is for a nation to know and keep His laws." Isiah 5:20 NLT "Destruction is certain for those who say that evil is good and good is evil; that dark is light and light is dark; that bitter is sweet and sweet is bitter." Cure for character deficiency Proverbs 2:9 TLB "He (God) shows how to distinguish right from wrong, how to find the right decision every time." We have choices in where to seek our guidance. 1) internal source - I 2) external source - they 3) eternal source - God When we are different than the character of the Creator, we are wrong. When we are the same, then we are right. In the long run, our pastor's sermon series is going to point to something about which he feels rather strongly - that small groups are what will keep our church growing and thriving and will help each of us grow stronger in our faith and closer to God. He reminds us - often - that we need God and each other. And he's concerned that it isn't just folks out in the world whose behaviors are less than godly, those of us within the church suffer the same maladies. He's convinced that the only way we can bring others into the Chuch is for us to treat each other kindly and to show love within the Church. John 13:34-35 NIV "A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another." I forgot that I also made a quick note after the pastor's closing prayer. I was reminded of a short online conversation I had with someone not long ago about her pastor who insisted that prayers should be full of thee's and thou's. Our pastor, as he spoke rather familiarly to Dad called us all a bunch of goofballs. Hmmm. ******* And if you're looking for something of mine to read - besides the blog - I did write something these past few days and finally posted it today.
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| Went to church this morning, of course. When we got home, I realized that I had left my sermon notes on the table. Did I mention that at our church we don't have pews? We have round tables with chairs around them, so we can drink coffee, eat donuts and take notes easily while listening to the sermon. Hubby is always good, though. Instead of eating sweets, he munches on fruit or crackers and cheese. Anyway, I didn't have my sermon notes. I went back to the church and discovered that all the tables had been cleared of any "junk" left on them. There were full trash bags all over the place, and I could see that most of them had some bulletins (and most likely sermon note pages, whether full or empty) in them. I really didn't want to dig in the trash. Then I noticed one lonely bulletin on the table in the back of the church. Guess what! It was mine. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay Dad. He knew I had taken quite a bit of notes, especially those margin notes and that I would want to share them. I'll do that tomorrow, though. Okay? Check back tomorrow to find out all about it. Cliffhanger. Oh yeah, I was going to mention that I posted two "new" items here yesterday. Well, one wasn't too new, but new to here. It's something I used to do at Easter for kids. I know, I know. Easter is over and gone this year. But I just found this piece of information in storage when we went to Texas, then I misplaced it again after we got back. When I found it again, I wasn't going to take any chances. I posted it right away. Now it will be there for next Easter. Here's that one:
Then there's this one:
And now...I have to go and check on hubby's laundry. Hey! Budroe says we're supposed to be celebrating my birthday all weekend. So, let's party!Oh yeah. About that chilly part. It is COLD. And windy. And I'm told that there have been some snow flurries too. Poor Angela's Niece needs Praye says they've had snow in Atlanta today. What's up with that????? |
| What a wonderful birthday celebration I had yesterday. What sweeties you all are. And did you SEE how many comments there were on the birthday forum? Well over the 55 I wanted, especially if you count the comments made on the blog thing-ey. Thanks bunches! Okay, let's switch gears a bit. I had no intentions on being drawn into the Imus debates and discussions. Oh wait, I have commented on the entries others have made. But I never intended on writing anything about it myself. Today I have been a little confused. The words that guy used offended people, right? Well, what I don't understand is why those same words, said by that same guy are not offensive when they are used as news items. Today, I heard his voice spouting those words three different times. Yesterday the same thing. How many days has it been since the original incident? And those words have been repeated and repeated and repeated. How come no one is mad at the news stations for running that clip so much? That's what's been confusing me today. I'm probably one of gazillions of folks who would not have seen that clip or heard the comment at all without the news media playing it. Or without the fuss that was made about it. 'Cause I just never was a fan of Imus. Every time I have tuned in to hear/see him, he has been being offensive to someone.I have another prayer request of all those who do. Pray, that is. I've been in contact with a fellow who needs some part time office work. We talked, he asked for my resume, then we talked again. He wanted to know why I would be interested in part time office work...with my background and experience. I was honest about my fibromyalgia and how working part time is the only thing I could/would consider. The man read some of my articles on business and society (at http://www.ezinearticles.com) and wants to talk with me for sure. He said that we're on the same page about business ethics, employee and customer loyalty, etc. Turns out that besides the construction business he has, he also is opening up a coffee shop and gift store. Since I have retail management (and buying) experience, that's of interest to him. So is the fact that I can write...something more than a business letter. A few hours a week there, and volunteering at the church one morning a week just might make me feel a bit more useful. I'm sure not getting anything done in the way of housework. That physical stuff just doesn't love me anymore.Well, I'm a bit tired after all that e-partying. Or...I wonder if it was because our neighbors were partying outside (in 30 degree weather???) last night until after 1:30 a.m. I think they were celebrating my birthday and forget to invite me. The sure were loud. |
| Hey! If you haven't made it to my party - given by hubby, Angela's Niece needs Praye and Budroe , be sure and stop by there too. And, TexansBeatTheMiamiDolphinsBy3 put a birthday merit badge in my port. Wow! ![Merit Badge in Birthday
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I started discovering last week - rediscovering, actually - that birthday greetings come from some of the strangest sources. I didn't mind that Sonic and Baskin Robbins were some of the first to remind me I was getting a year older. Even though there aren't any of either of these establishments real close to where I live. I may still have to print out the coupons for freebies.That reminded me of what it was like to turn 50. I didn't much like AARP when they sent the first greeing to me a few weeks before my 50th birthday. I later found out that's what they do to everyone, so I didn't feel singled out. Much. I smiled when I opened an Easter e-card from an e-friend last week and found that he had also put an, "oh by the way happy birthday" message on that card. Then, yesterday I started receiving messages from some of the strangest places. Sites that send me information that I don't really want or need, but that cannot be considered as spam since I have had some "relationship" with them in the past. It made me wonder if my first contacts with them included an information form with my birthday on it. Others were more "business-ey" sites that I cannot imagine needed to know my age. And yet they were standing in line to offer birthday wishes. I suppose if these sites had offered birthday greetings in the past, I would not have found it so surprising. But most had not. So why now? My sisters (and I) are not real good about sending greeting cards. Actually, each one of us will spend time in card stores pouring over cards way in advance of birthdays. Then we forget to send them. It's not an old age thing. We've just always been that way. We surely didn't get this from our Mom. Mom was always good about remembering special days.Birthday greetings are starting to come in from friends, though. Perhaps I should go and read... Later gators. |
| Amy Lowell Poetry Travelling Scholarship instructions: http://www.amylowell.org/instructions.htm The award for the 2008-2009 Scholarship year should be in the area of $49,000. The recipient must agree to spend the year abroad, as the will requires. Deadline: October 15. Applications may not be submitted by email. The winner of the Scholarship will be notified by the end of February, 2008. The Bechtel Prize for Educating the Imagination - http://www.twc.org/bechtel_prize.htm The Bechtel Prize is awarded annually in recognition of an exemplary article or essay related to: Creative writing education, literary studies, and/or the profession of writing. The winning essay appears in Teachers & Writers magazine, and the author receives a $3,500 honorarium. Entries selected as finalists for the Bechtel Prize may also be published in Teachers & Writers. The authors of finalist essays selected for publication in the magazine receive a small honorarium. Possible topics for Bechtel Prize submissions include contemporary issues in classroom teaching, innovative approaches to teaching literary forms and genres, and the intersection between literature and imaginative writing. The submission deadline for the 2007 Bechtel Prize is 5:00 PM (Eastern), Friday, June 29, 2007. Emily Dickinson First Book Award http://www.poetryfoundation.org/foundation/Emily_Dickinson.html - The Emily Dickinson First Book Award recognizes an American poet who is 50 years of age or over and has yet to publish a first collection of poetry. The Poetry Foundation seeks one book-length poetry manuscript to be published in the Emily Dickinson Poetry Series. The competition is open to any American citizen 50 years of age or over who has not previously published a book-length volume of poetry. In addition to publication and promotion of the manuscript, the winner will receive a prize of $10,000. Submissions accepted: May 15, 2007–June 15, 2007 Here's an interesting one. Are you a Christian with an opinion? Submit your opinions to a secular newspaper or magazine and it they are printed (with a Scripture reference included), then enter the Amy Foundation contest. Articles must be published between January 1 and December 1, then submitted to the Amy Foundation before January 31 of the following year. For articles published in 2007, the deadline is January 31, 2008. You could win up to $10,000. Here are the complete guidelines: http://www.amyfound.org/amy_writing_awards/amy_writing_awards.htmlAnd here is a list of previuos winners, with the publications where their articles appeared: http://www.amyfound.org/amy_writing_awards/amy_writing_awards.html Note: It's often easiest to have articles published in non-paying or low paying markets, but here's a way to be rewarded for those non-paying submissions. For some reason, I envision Budroe and PlannerDan entering the contest on this page. They want an essay about ethics in business, specifically about bribes. http://www.traceinternational.org/. Did I say/share this before?Entries must not exceed 2,500 words and must be original, unpublished work, submitted by May 1, 2007. First and second prizes of $10,000 and $5,000 respectively will be awarded and a collection of the best essays will be published in 2007. Topic for 2007: “Why Bribe?” In your essay, please respond to the following: “Can bribes be avoided? Extortion resisted? Do businessmen try? Do companies care?” Language should be simple and direct. Anecdotes are welcome. I think it was the part about anecdotes that made me think of Bud and Planner Dan. Now don't y'all forget about tomorrow. You know.....my birthday! |
| Hubby leaves for work each morning around 6:30 a.m. If I'm picking up Derek at work, we leave the house about the same time. If I'm not, hubby usually lets me sleep and goes off to work without waking me. Before we had Opera, Piewacket would wake us about 3 a.m. each night, cat howling, and we would (or hubby would) meow/howl back at her and invite her to join us in bed. She would, and she'd get up with hubby. About 15 minutes after he was gone, she would realize she was "alone" and wake me up again, and I'd be up for the day. Since we got Opera, Pie doesn't get so lonely, so she's not waking us up this way. BUT NOW, about 15 minutes after hubby leaves, Opera comes and starts licking me with that kitty sandpaper tongue. On my face. Usually, it's because there is no food or water in their dishes. I fill them before I go to bed, but they must indulge in midnight snacks, and in the morning their dishes are not full. There might actually be some dry food in the bowl, but I guess it will be stale or something, compared to what comes out of the bag. You know cats. Picky, picky, picky. And their water bowl isn't usually bone dry either. Just not fresh and full, I guess.Today, I woke about 4 a.m. 'cause I heard my son up and about. He didn't work last night, but he tries to keep the same schedule when he's off. He doesn't always succeed in doing that, but he tries, so his body isn't totally confused. I never heard hubby up and about getting ready for work. And, strangely enough, neither one of the cats woke me. When I did wake up on my own, it was 8:30. I figured the cats were somewhere else in the house and was quite surprised to find them in the bedroom with me. Pie was at the bottom of the bed, and Opera was sitting in hubby's desk chair. Very strange. I guess they figured I needed my sleep. Either that or someone else must have remembered to fill their food and water bowls in the wee hours of the morning, so their tummies were full. I don't really have much to write about yet today. Tiffany will be arriving this evening. (This is her real Spring break week, not the one I reported a few weeks ago. Her mom was wrong about the dates.) So, she'll be here for my birthday! Friday, April 13. Remember??? ****************** Yesterday at the church office was fun. I didn't do anything really creative - for the bulletin - or anything. In fact, most of what I did was to make copies and separate them into packets. Our pastor is doing a training session for small group leaders - existing and new ones - and he's believing for 20 to show up. I think right now we have 10 existing groups, so that means he's believing that 10 more will want to start groups. He has put together some awesome materials for the leaders. If I hadn't been there, he would have had to copy and put together that stuff all my his lonesome. He would have. But he really needs to be doing more pastoral things. I'm excited about helping out however I can in the church office. It's only once a week, and in between I can rest up. I'll have to. Just being there for an hour an a half one day for "orientation" and four plus hours to help out yesterday was quite exhausting for me. That' s probably because I'm still getting over that trip to Texas. Grrr. Well, that's all for now folks. Don't forget tomorrow. My birthday. Think I've said that enough??? |
| What monster, you ask? That stupid fibro fiend. Yesterday I called if fibro friend, but it is no friend. No, this isn't just a fibromyalgia rant. But sometimes it's impossible to separate the fibro from everything else, and today is one of those days. Grrr. It's Wednesday, hump day for those who are in the Monday through Friday work world. Trash day here. Hubby and I have fun with that phrase. He considers Tuesday night to be trash night. I consider Wednesday to be trash day. That IS when the trash is collected. On Wednesdays. I suppose our differences on this stem from our different life experiences. I've lived out in the country where dogs got loose and where raccoons and possums learned very early in their lives how to remove the lids from garbage cans. My father used to put bungie chords and huge rocks on trash cans, thinking he had outsmarted the wild creatures. But so often he was surprised to find the garbage strewn around the yard. I also lived in a very fancy Florida bedroom community, where one just did not put trash out the night before. I've mentioned it before. We lived in the same community as Hulk Hogan. Anyway...I mentioned how hard it is - sometimes - to just pretend that fibro can be isolated and discussed in a separate blog entry. Today, it's sooooooooo evident that it's my constant companion. Believe it or not, I am still getting over the trip to Texas. Yes, we've been back since...what?...March 25? But I did way too much in that week we were tossing and packing stuff, driving and getting very little sleep. My body is still recuperating. My energy level is soooooooooo low. How low is it, you ask? Well... Yesterday, I spent about 90 minutes at the church learning how to get in and out of the church office, how to answer the phone, how to use the church computer and choosing a password. I have volunteered to work in the office for a few hours each Wednesday, and since even before I left for Texas, the office volunteer coordinator and I have been trying to get together so that I could have a quick orientation. Yesterday we finally connected. Now, for a normal person that 90 minutes would not have been anything physically or mentally stressful. And it wouldn't have been for me either if my energy level was back up to my normal. But that 90 minutes at the church, added to my normal every day routine was just enough to tire me out. So today, as I'm facing my first volunteer time at the church, I'm exhausted before I have even arrived. You know...that really stinks. I best get ready for my church time. The pastor is excited about adding me to the office volunteers. I'm excited too. Just tired. I'm going to be searching for (and writing) small bits and pieces for the weekly bulletin about tithing, small groups and prayer. If you have any words of wisdom about those topics, or can direct me to some (they can't be very long), be sure to comment or drop me a line. Meanwhile, don't forget. Friday, April 13 is my birthday. I'll be 55 and want lots and lots of comments on my blog entry that day. In fact, wouldn't it be really cool to get 55 comments? Be sure and tell your friends to stop by that day. |
| I started writing this, then decided that I might save it for tomorrow rather than have a second entry. Then I got another email about something that I just had to share. And don't you know, it's all about wisdom too. I guess that's what I was really waiting for, not for tomorrow. There was a national essay contest for kids - ages 9 to 18 to speak about the importance of health care for children. The coordinators thought they would be lucky if they received a few hundred entries. Weren't they surprised...to receive 4500 entries!!! Obviously this was an important issue for kids! One middle school won a prize for having the most kids enter. Everyone at the middle school - 120 kids - entered the contest. The grand prize winner in the 9-13 age group is from Ohio. Here's the link where you can read some of the essays. These are some wise kids. And some awesome writers...already. Grand prize winners: http://www.childrenshealthcampaign.org/assets/pdf/Grand-Prize-Winners.PDF All about the contest...winners listed by state: http://www.childrenshealthcampaign.org/events/national-essay-contest/essay-winne... On the home page, it says, "More than 9 million children lack health insurance in the United States, the wealthiest nation in the world, and millions more are underinsured." Isn't that a shame? Do you remember when big business started laying off "real" workers and started hiring them back as "contract employees"? That was so they didn't have to provide insurance and other benefits. And the kids in our country suffer every time a parent loses insurance. Doesn't it make sense that healthy kids will lead to having healthier adults? One would think. ******************** I got an email today that talked about gruntled employees. Funny, huh? If disgruntled means you're displeased or discontented, then being gruntled should mean that you're the opposite of that, right? You'd be pleased or contented. But...there may actually be instances when you're not really disgruntled and not really pleased. Perhaps, then, it would make sense to use gruntled. You know how much I love quotes. Here's one: "The real act of discovery is not in finding new lands, but in seeing with new eyes." Marcel Proust How about this one: “The work will wait while you show a child the rainbow, but the rainbow won’t wait while you finish the work.” -- Patricia Clafford And some biblical wisdom: “It’s useless to rise early and go to bed late, and work your worried fingers to the bone. Don’t you know he enjoys giving rest to those he loves?” -- Psalm 127:3-4 Speaking of biblical wisdom. When was the last time you read through Proverbs? Now there's some wisdom. Have you ever read the story Acres of Diamonds? Here it is for free: http://www.48days.com/newsletter/Acres%20of%20Diamonds%20--%20Dan%20Miller.pdf And now...I really am finished for today. Well...unless I decide to write something about my friend fibro. But don't worry. I'll put a warning in the title so you don't have to read it if you're tired of hearing about it. |
| In case you haven't noticed, I'm really not a ranter. Oh, I have my "grrrr" moments now and then. (Okay, sometimes daily. ) But once I've said my "grrr" I usually can go on to other things quite easily, thank you. BUT..... I really am perturbed at both the U.S. Postal Service and at UPS. Yes, it those boxes that hubby and I sent from Lake Jackson, TX to Cincinnati, OH that have me ranting again. You see, we have receipts for everything we sent. We didn't insure the stuff we sent by U.S. Postal Service. But I didn't think they'd really lose anything. Besides, we were already spending so much that adding anything else just wasn't in the budget. I'm missing 3 boxes we sent as Media Mail from the Post Office in LJ. I've known that tracking them would be next to impossible, since we didn't insure them or pay for any kind of proof of delivery. Still, I was just about to contact them when I got some correspondence from them. It seems that one of those missing boxes is...well...in pieces. And that, of course, means that the contents are spread out somewhere between Texas and Ohio, I guess. Well. Maybe not. The actual place that they send loose mail is in Philadelphia, although the correspondence comes from Atlanta. Now how in the world are we going to find any of the missing pieces? I'm pretty sure we're not. It sounds as if they could be anywhere between here and TX, or maybe in PA or GA. The thing that makes me really angry at the Post Office is that the boxes they delivered looked like they had been through a war. Really. The bottoms were soaked with rain (or maybe they had been sitting in snow?). We used official Post Office packing tape, but it was peeling off because of having been exposed to the elements. Because the boxes were wet, they were also crushed, at least on those wet bottoms. I'm not at all surprised that 3 boxes went missing and that only one of those has been partially found. Actually what they found was just the part of the box with the mailing label and postage. We were in a pretty big rush down there in TX and besides, we weren't thinking "business". We were thinking "personal belongings." We don't have packing lists of the stuff that was in those boxes. The only things we did send by USPS was what they call media - books, videos, CD's, audio tapes. But there's no way in the world I can tell them what's missing. Not after having been in storage for 4 years and with the rush we were in to get everything packed and shipped. It's highly possible that some of my personal videos - videos of Derek at Christmas time and such - are missing. I haven't found them yet. It's more likely that at least one of the boxes held some of Derek's prized comic books. (A box of those went missing when we shipped stuff from TX to Michigan 4 years ago.) This time when we packed, I tried not to be specific on the outside of the box, especially with the comic books. But I think there might have been one of his boxes already packed well enough for shipping that admitted to being comics. I fear that's one of the missing boxes. UPS isn't much better. Yes, the boxes were in better shape when they arrived. I'm also missing 3 UPS boxes - 2 sent from the UPS store and one from a pack and send place. The good thing about UPS is that each box is automatically insured for either $50 or $100 when it's shipped. The bad thing is that UPS swears that the boxes in question were delivered and that I signed for them. Of course, their records also show that they delivered these boxes to my office. I don't have an office. And our address - our street - is strictly residential. UPS is right that they have my signature. I think I only signed for one set of boxes that arrived - 18 boxes. Perhaps I also signed for 12 others that arrived. In total, we shipped 30 boxes by UPS. Unfortunately, when I signed for boxes, I signed for the NUMBER of boxes, not for specific ones. Although I teased the driver that I wanted to check each tracking number before he took off, he told me in no uncertain terms that that was not an option. So? I have all of the records where I checked off boxes as they arrived. There are definitely 3 boxes missing. But UPS is claiming there is not a doggone thing they can do about it, since their driver claims that they were delivered and that I signed for them. End of story, in their minds. And, again, I really don't know what's in any of those missing boxes either. In the boxes we sent by UPS, we used clothing as packing material, so each missing box most likely has some clothes in it. Other than that, the only thing I can say is those boxes did not contain my Grandma's china or my elephant collection, since we brought those in the car. Nor to the UPS boxes contain media, since we used USPS for those. After 4 years of not having this stuff, it's really not the stuff that I'm concerned about. It's the attitude of both UPS and USPS. They really do think that every individual who ships something should think like a business. Inside - and saved in your files - there should be a packing list of all the items being shipped. The to and from address should be on the boxes and inside the boxes. Each box should be insured and one should pay for delivery confirmation receipts. And when the drivers arrive with a truck load of boxes, one should insist on having a list of the tracking numbers on the boxes actually being delivered. You know, in any business where I've worked, that has not happened. How would they think that a regular consumer, a person shipping household goods, would think that way??? I'm sure there will be more to this story later. I'll be grrrrrrrring about this one for a while, I think. |
| Grrr. My ears are killing me. No, I don't have an ear ache. It's the outer part of the ear that hurts. I've often said that it feels as if my ears have been frost bitten. It would make sense if this happened after being outside in the cold, but it doesn't have to be so. One could be sitting in a warm and toasty house and have this happen. That's what's been happening the past few days. Good news about my stomach problem, I guess. I've been taking some kind of medication for heartburn or whatever it is for about 3 years. The docs have changed the meds from Prilosec to Protonix (expensive) and back again. They've done tests and looked at my innards with x-rays, ultrasounds and MRI's. The only thing they ever find is some mild inflamation. But my whole abdomen is really sore to the touch. There have been lots of things that make me sick almost immediately after eating. And I burp all the time after eating anything. (You don't want to take me out to eat.) Some have said that it's just my fibromyalgia acting up. Any muscle - including organ muscle - can and does spasm. That makes a bit of sense, I guess. Then I recently read that as we age, we can make less stomach acid than normal. The meds I take are to reduce excess stomach acid. What if that's not my problem? The article I read about this said that it's easy to figure out. One only has to take a tablespoon of apple cider vinegar in a glass of water before meals. I decided to try that, and you know what? I haven't been sick. The tenderness to touch is almost gone. And I think I have been burping less. (We'll have to verify that with hubby. ) Meanwhile, a new friend recommended something more natural for pain, and since my doc said, "it can't hurt you" I'm giving that a try too. I'll report about it when it's evident whether or not it's made a difference. Sometimes it's hard to tell if pains are from really doing too much or a flare up of the fibro. I had both a back and knee injury, and those old injuries give me lots of pain as well. I've noticed that even with pain pills and muscle relaxers, some will work on parts of the pain and not other parts. You know...I never wanted to be a nurse or doctor or medical researcher or anything of that sort. But with most "invisible" illnesses or syndromes, one has to do a lot of research. Most docs - at least those covered by "normal" insurance - are not specialists. And here in good 'ol Cincinnati, the one doctor who is a specialist charges big, big bucks and does not take insurance or medicaid. Fortunately, most fibro patients in the area have been to him at least once or twice and can pass on tidbits of his treatments. I'm tired. I'll share more about the world of fibro care tomorrow. |
| Last night, hubby said he couldn't wait to read my recap of the pastor's Easter sermon. He was there. And I know that he even made some of the same comments in the margins that I did. One anyway. That one margin note that we both made was about nose hairs and ear hairs. No, I'm not kidding. Our pastor spoke about God's great love for us. As he stands at the front of the church looking out, he knows that on Christmas and Easter there are some folks who only come to church then. In some churches, those twice a year church goers are members. In ours, they're probably not. (Our pastor is pretty good about getting members to attend regular worship services, participate in small groups and be involved in some kind of ministry.) So, he was reaching out to seekers, equally or perhaps more than he was speaking to us on Sunday. And that's okay.Anyway about those nose and ear hairs? He used Matthew 10:30 (NCV), "God even knows how many hairs are on your head" as a reference. And his point was that God loves us so much that our nose and ear hairs are probably included in that count. Personally, I had never given that a thought. I'm not sure if I just assumed that it included those gross hairs or not. But as I sat there yesterday, I know I had to grin when he mentioned them. That's the kind of thought my son would have vocalized when he was a regular church goer. In fact, I'm surprised that he never voiced the question about nose and ear hairs. Another margin note I made was...Not just oatmeal. That was next to the note about how we don't really have fun until we're connected to God. The pastor was speaking about how God created us with eyes to see the colors and beauty around us, and ears to hear beautiful music. He mentioned having taste buds so that we can taste different flavors...and that God didn't create us to need only one fuel (like oatmeal). (His comparison was to cars, created by man to run only on gas.) He spoke of the fun he has in his life and that persons who are not Christian think we have so many rules to follow that we cannot possibly be having any fun. That's when he said that we don't really have fun until we're connected to God. I think that's absolutely true. The only other margin note I made (sometimes I make more notes in the margins than the fill-in-the-blank portion) was, "Jesus changes our want to's." These were the sermon points: I know God loves me beause... I am God's creation. My response: Let God love me.I am noticed. My response: Give God my details.I am built for fun. My response: To live God's plan for my life.I've got a God written plan. My response: Quit just existing and start living.I am worth dying for. My response: I will do plan B.Here, we had to dig out another page buried in our bulletin to read plan A and plan B. Plan A: I am perfect. I have never sinned. I have never even had a bad thought. I have earned my way to heaven. Plan B: I am not perfect. I have sinned, and I desire forgiveness not recognition. Today, I accept Jesus' sacrifice for my sins. As the pastor was speaking about us being God's creations, and therefore truly loved, I thought about artists. I have heard of artists who, having discovered that their works of art were about to be sold for so much less than they were worth, purchased them back themselves. When you think about it, that's what God did for us. The Bible tells us that, "all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God." Romans 3:23. lt also tells us, "For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord." Romans 6:23 NIV Jesus paid a hefty price for us. Sinless himself, he paid the price for our sin. God, the Artist of us all, surely didn't want his handiwork sold too cheaply to Satan. So He bought us back at quite a high price, showing that in spite of our flaws (and believe me, He knows them all!) we have such a high value and worth to Him. Because He created us, He knows what we are capable of doing. He knows what plans He has for our life. He knows our gifts and our passions and our talents. It must grieve Him tremendously when we ignore them or use them unwisely. God has given us such a wonderful gift. Salvation. Eternal life. Some have chosen to never accept the gift. Others have received the gift, but have never really opened it. Not entirely. They've peeked inside and ooowed and awwwed over the gift, then tucked it away in the box again. Isn't it time to get that gift out and really examine it? Get to know it? Experience it? Share it??? Toward the end of our worship service, each one took a nail and hammered it into the cross. What mixed emotions that act gave me. Yes, there was relief knowing that my sin has been taken away. But there was also a bit of shame in knowing that I helped place those nails myself into the flesh of my Lord. Jesus gladly died for me, though. And my reaction should be to be thankful. I am! My reaction should be to discover my purpose, my own God-written plan. And my reaction should be to follow that plan. Won't you join me? Easter - to me - represents the real beginning of a new year, each and every year. It is a time of new beginnings. Of renewal of faith. And of remembering that I am a special part of God's world. And so are you. |
 This is a cute image. Spring. Bright. Full of life. But that's not what Easter is all about. Jesus is alive. He is risen. That's the story we should be shouting from the rooftops. He died for us, for our sin, and rose again to be with the Father. We are so blessed to have Father, Son and Holy Spirit as our God. Today, more than any other, is the time to tell Him so. |
| Hi all. Don't think I have much to say/write today. Yeah, right. As the fingers start a-typng that usually changes. It's been a bit of a lazy day. There is still so much I could/should be doing to get rid of boxes in the living room. I have just about completed washing clothes that were in storage. I've tucked away most of the winter stuff - from storage and from here. Had to keep out enough to survive the next week or so. I can't believe how cold it's been for April. And this morning when I went to get Derek from work THERE WAS SNOW ON THE CAR!!!!! This is wrong, wrong, wrong! It's often hard for me to get stuff done on the weekends. I'll be up and ready to do things after getting Derek from work. But hubby wants to sleep in on his days off, so the bedroom is off limits unless I want to keep waking him. Today, I had about a 90 minute nap myself. Now hubby is napping too. It would have been better if we could have coordinated the nap times. I didn't realize he had fallen asleep and took some clothes into the bedroom. I don't wake up very easily. But he surely does. Anyway... I found this quote today: When we cannot bear to be alone, it means we do not properly value the only companion we will have from birth to death-- ourselves. ~ Eda LeShan I'm pondering that one. Also, we got a catalog today for "progressives." I'm not sure which person in this household is supposed to be that. There were some funny and interesting items or sayings in it. And there were some that offended me. Guess that makes sense since I lean towards being conservative.Here are a few: I'm diagonally parked...in a parallel universe. People never lie so much as after fishing, during war or before an election. Not all who wander are lost. You can no more win a war than you can win an earthquake. Bumper sticker: I bet Jesus would have used HIS turn signals! I bet he would have too! Those who abandon their dreams will discourage yours. Isn't that the truth? I'm marching to a different accordion. I love that one! I'm marching to a different accordion. Me too!!! Don't get even. Get odd. I have an idea. Let's cut down all the trees and name the streets after them. The truly educated never graduate. Our national health plan: Don't get sick. It's easier to build strong children than to repair broken men. - Frederick Douglas Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities. - Voltaire If we don't protect freedom of speech, how will we know who the assholes are? Everyone smiles in the same language. Hubby is up and about now, so I better get some stuff done that requires me to be in and out of the bedroom. Putting stuff away. Later gators. |
| Another week has flown by and I have not even finished unpacking the boxes. Grrr. The weather has me really ticked. It's April. It should not be getting down in the 20's at night. And the weather folks should not be saying that we might have snow. Nope. It's supposed to be Spring. That crazy groundhog really got it wrong this year, didn't he??? I was realizing that I haven't mentioned that my birthday is a-comin'. Well it is. My mom used to start telling folks one to two months in advance when her birthday was coming. She strung banners to remind us. She put lists of things she wanted in our lunch boxes or school books. She did the same thing before Christmas. And you know...she usually got the things on her list too. Know what I want for my birthday? Well, ever since I visited a blog that had 37 or 39 (I forget which) entries IN ONE DAY, I have wanted that myself. They weren't all the same people making a couple of comments, either. Well, maybe some were. And she might have added a few of her own. But there were at least 30 unique commenters. So...mark your calendars for Friday, Aprill 13 and get your butts over here and make a comment. Anyway, yeppers my birthday is a-coming. In fact it's next Friday, April the 13th. How about that. Friday the 13th. Doesn't bother me a bit. Since my birthday is on the 13th, I've had a few of those Friday the 13th birthdays in my time. But way back in 1952, April 13 was a Sunday. Easter Sunday, in fact. Yeppers. I was born on Easter Sunday. Is it any wonder that this is my favorite time of year? I was born on a very special day. I asked Jesus to be my best friend (7 year old words) on Palm Sunday. This is my time! It defines me - as a person and as a Christian. And it's supposed to be warm enough to wear pretty Spring colors to church on Sunday. Oh well. We'll live. I'm going to be 55 next week. Now, that just seems impossible. I remember as a kid that I defined 50 as being old. That means I'm about to be 5 years past old. There are some good things about turning 55. From what my attorney told me, the Social Security people have that age marked as one that, although they do still reject disability applications, they usually finally do approve them. So maybe, if they ever get around to my hearing before a judge, I'll finally get my disability approved now. There are also some agencies that help folks 55 and over try to find jobs. If you're 54 and 51 weeks old, they won't help you. But once you've hit the 55 year old mark they will. Also, it's not 60 or 65 or 70. And that's a good thing too. I'm just getting used to being over 50 and I'm half -way to the next big mark. ********** Last night, hubby and I attended our church's annual Maunday Thursday Seder Supper. Our poor pastor was a bit buzzed. He hurt his back and was on pain pills and muscle relaxers. But he - and we - survived the service. This has been a tradition in our church for probably 20 years. (The pastor has been there for 23, I think.) Thankfully, the pastor doesn't do all of the reading and teaching. When folks arrive, they are given sheets to read when it's their turn. I was reader #6 and my part said: The charoses (pronounced ha-ro-sis) reminds us of the color of the mortar used in Egypt when we were enslaved, and we also here remember the bitterness of the slavery, the bitterness that our Lord has taken from us by His sufferings. Hubby was reader #23: Egypt received the judgment of God for defying God's command. We also know that the plagues exhitibed the defeat of the false gods of Egypt, for these gods were meant to offset the very plagues which took place. As we went through the service, doing and saying the same kinds of things that have been done and said in Jewish households for centuries - and that were done at The Last Supper by Jesus and the Disciplies - it's easy to see that Jesus did fulfill the prophesies. It's too bad that more Christians don't have the opportunity to participate in this. (You should have heard our pastor trying to speak Hebrew. He figures we won't notice. But I did. Since each part that he spoke began with the same words, it was easy for me to recognize that his pronounciation of the Hebrew words was not the same each time. ) This service makes the whole communion thing make so much more sense.********* And on a lighter note... Yesterday I was gone - to the store, I think - and, of course hubby was at work. Derek went to the door for something and Piewacket went to the door as well and started flicking her leash. Derek very kindly told Pie that he doesn't do that. But he did make sure he told me when I got back that the cat was asking for a walk. How many cats do that? Opera - our kitty who has now turned a year old - is still very rambunctious. It would be quite easy to get angry with her, and I have to say that I come close as she knocks over things and bats them around the house. But then she runs out of energy and crawls into my lap and starts the purring engine as she winds down and starts drifting off to sleep. Yesterday as she slept, I heard a sound I had not noticed before. As I looked down at her sweet, angelic face (well, yes, when she sleeps - much like a child!) I realized that the sounds I heard were sucking sounds. Her mouth was moving as if she was trying to suck. As a mom, my heart melted, of course. In spite of her outrageous awake behaviors, she's still pretty young. Right now, she's sitting in the bay window watching the birds (poor things, must be awfully confused about the cold weather that arrived after they had gathered). And she's talking to them through the window. I had to laugh, because I right away thought of that Quiznos commercial that was sooooooooo stupid. "I want you in my belly!" I think that's what she's sweetly saying to the birds outside. Or at least, "I want to chase you all over the yard." That's all for now. But don't forget to mark your calendars for April 13. That's the day that you're supposed to come - and drag all of your friends - to comment for my birthday. Don't forget. Angela's Niece needs Praye is back at home. Thanks for all your prayers! |
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