tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69041250636387135082024-03-13T15:54:15.184-06:00Marvelous Mumblings by MikaelaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13709717782216821266noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904125063638713508.post-53447901097918639992013-03-17T19:31:00.001-06:002013-03-17T19:31:30.631-06:00Irish Ginger Snaps<div style="text-align: center;">
I decided to make some cookies today. Isabel</div>
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49 Irish Ginger Snaps. I don't know if there are really Irish but that's what the recipe calls them.</div>
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Isabel then had to sample one.</div>
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They are indeed a tasty cookie.</div>
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Happy St. Patrick's Day!</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13709717782216821266noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904125063638713508.post-82921584253525910972013-03-11T08:21:00.000-06:002013-03-11T08:21:32.479-06:00Odds and sodsThe other morning I unexpectedly caught my bus. It had been a bad night with Isabel's ear infection flaring up and a not so good morning. I had resigned myself to catching the next bus which meant I would be late for work, which meant I'd have to work later, which meant I would get home later, which meant I'd have less time with Isabel. When I was ready to go, I looked at the clock and realised if I ran I might make it. I ran up my street praying that I could catch the bus. I turned the corner and stopped running and then had to tell myself to keep going. Once I could see the bus stop with no one there I stopped running because there is usually at least three other people that get on with me. I sauntered and was close to crossing the street when the bus came. I waved wildly and started running again and the bus driver stopped. I was thrilled. God doesn't usually answer my requests to make it on time for whatever. I pondered things on the bus and realised that there was no one at the bus stop because it was teachers convention therefore the two students wouldn't be going to school and the other guy hadn't been at the bus stop all week nor the previous week, he was probably in some warm place on a beach.<br />
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I am quite excited that it is getting lighter out again. It is amazing how much easier it is to go to work when it is light out and awesome to come home in the light. This always makes my soul sing.<br />
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I have nine nieces and nephews. The oldest of which is 25 and his two sisters are 23 and 19. It seems so weird to talk about them with other people with Isabel being just 1.<br />
other person: Where's Isabel?<br />
Me: My niece is looking after her.<br />
I usually qualify my statement because it seems so odd. Maybe it's just me though.<br />
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I have come to realise that I truly unconditionally love my child. It is a completely naked heart that I have with her. This is very freeing and painful. I built a nice turret around my heart that keeps me from safe from a lot of pain, unfortunately this can be a very lonely place as well. Over the years God has been helping and encouraging me to remove the wall. With Isabel, there is no wall. I am often overwhelmed with the love I have for her.<br />
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Last week, somebody at work sent me an email that said he was "in the 12th floor". I was amused and pondered how you could get in the floor.<br />
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Last week work sent out a memo about the time change...and that's all I'm saying about that.<br />
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And last but certainly not least, I got a call from my eye specialist saying my eyes were good saying that my eyes were good. Thank God! No more intravitreal injections. Perhaps, I should do a post about that and gross you all out.<br />
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I should probably proof this but I'm not going to...so rebellious.<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13709717782216821266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904125063638713508.post-13158500411658886682013-01-10T10:49:00.001-07:002013-01-10T10:49:16.042-07:00Journey to Isabel<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Once I could move my toes, I was taken to see my baby in the ICN but I didn't get to hold her yet. She had<br />
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an IV, :( , and was hooked up to all kinds of sensors.<br />
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It was a difficult journey to get to this point. I remember thinking when I was young that all I wanted to be was a mom. So I continued on with things until I could get to the point when I could fulfill my dream. Sometimes it takes forever to find a good mate, I didn't expect I'd be 27 when I got married. I am blessed to have John as my husband, definitely worth the wait. I figured we'd wait a year or two and then start having babies. After two years, we were told don't get pregnant yet your blood sugars aren't good enough. We spent eons (slight exaggeration) trying to perfect sugars. I gave up waiting for that to happen and we decided to try to get pregnant (while still working on diabetes control). It was then we found out that my body wasn't working right for getting pregnant for no apparent reason. A few more years passed. Now I'm getting more anxious because now I'm 35 and diabetic resulting in more high risk potential for pregnancy.<br />
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Then for some inexplicable reason, my body started working better. I had an ovarian cyst removed in December 2007. In early 2009, I was pregnant. We were very excited and scared. But it wasn't to be, 7 weeks in and I miscarried. Then it happened again, and 8 weeks in we miscarried. And then again, but this fetus wasn't viable and 8 weeks in we miscarried. That was 3 miscarriages in 12 months.<br />
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I had a kazillion tests and there didn't appear to be an explanation for the miscarriages. Apparently, nothing medically wrong. We didn't quite know what to do. Try again? Adopt? Give up? Be childless? We felt that we didn't want to be childless and started to look into adoption. It was an emotionally draining time. Many people around us were having babies. We were happy for them but it still hurt. It was especially hard to hear about pregnancies in women who didn't deserve to have babies in my judgement. That is a bit of a harsh statement but that's where I was and I realize the wrongness of the judgement.<br />
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We became excited again in early 2011 and everything seemed to be going well. An ultrasound at 9 weeks however showed that there was no heartbeat. It took about another 3 weeks to miscarry. I didn't bother going in to the hospital. This miscarriage was complete with labour pain. There is nothing worse than going through that kind of pain knowing that in the end you get nothing. The enduring of labour pain is made possible with the knowledge that in the end you get to hold your baby in your arms. Well that's a bold statement but it's true in my head. This was a devastating experience. We allowed ourselves to become hopeful when things seemed to be going well. Then all hope was dashed against the rocks.<br />
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To my great consternation, we were pregnant again in May. I was so angry. I didn't want to go through the pain again. And yet a little seed of hope was trying to grow. I decided that I wasn't going to do any of the things I was supposed to like take vitamins, give up my tea, take progesterone. At 8 weeks, I had an ultrasound. It was astoundingly positive. The seed of hope sprouted. A few days later, I started spotting. Really, really, not again! Nine weeks another ultrasound, again it was good. The spotting stopped. And hope grew and so did I. (I also started taking vitamins but I never gave up my tea)<br />
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At 19 weeks or so, we felt confident enough to tell people. By 7 months, I felt huge. At 8 months, I thought how is it possible that I get any bigger. It was a bit of a relief that Isabel came early. She had to stay in the hospital for 11 days until she learned how to eat. Her weight dropped from 6 lbs to 5 lbs 6 oz in the first week but she grew steadily after that.<br />
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Now my little girl is 1 (tomorrow). Happy Birthday, Isabel! We are so blessed to have you.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13709717782216821266noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904125063638713508.post-81576736099375884962012-07-28T21:03:00.001-06:002012-07-28T21:03:18.627-06:00Phone funThe other day, shortly after John got home, his cell phone rang. He was changing so I decided to answer it, the number didn't look familiar.<br />
Me: Hello<br />
Caller with Russian accent: Hi, is John there?<br />
Me: Yes, who's calling?<br />
CwRA: Igor, from *mumbled* construction<br />
Me: What is this about?<br />
Igor: Can I talk to him?<br />
Me: Why are you calling? <br />
Igor: Who are you?<br />
Me: I'm his wife. What are you calling for?<br />
Igor: Oh forget it. click.<br />
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How bizarre! I was amused and went and told John. A couple minutes later John's cell rings again. John answers this time.<br />
John: Hello, John here.<br />
Caller: (aggressively) Who is this and why the hell are you answering my buddy's phone?<br />
John: (amusedly) No, this is my phone man!<br />
Caller: No! How did you get it and why the hell are you answering it?<br />
John: (laughing) Buddy you really got the wrong number, this is my phone<br />
Caller: You mean your number is 2-9-3-1-1-0-3? This is my buddy's phone number! (getting increasingly upset) <br />
John: Laughed harder! You really have the wrong number, take a look at the number you just dialed. Take a look on your phone.<br />
Caller: Whatta ya mean?<br />
John: Take a look at the number on your phone that you just dialed.<br />
Caller: (pause....assertively)It says 7-8-0-2-3- (then he stops) Ooohhh, buddy, I'm so sorry, Oh f***, I'm so sorry.<br />
John: (laughing) That's alright, man. Don't worry about it.<br />
Caller: Oh, thank you so much. You have a good day!<br />
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<br />So I'm listening intently...<br />
Me: Was it the same guy? Check the number.<br />
John: Yup same number.<br />
We were greatly amused. However, the second caller didn't have a Russian accent. I'm going to presume that I got cursed in the construction shack after the first call. Perhaps something like this<br />
Igor: some f'ing woman answered, does John have a wife?<br />
Caller: no, somebody stole his phone, I'm going to call it again.<br />
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What are the chances that two phone numbers so close would both be owned by John's? It's really great when John tells his conversation because he puts in all the tone an emotion.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13709717782216821266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904125063638713508.post-18326021747251689852012-06-23T11:31:00.001-06:002012-06-23T11:31:21.267-06:00Fisher PriceIsabel has a <a href="http://www.fisher-price.com/en_us/brands/babygear/products/38320">Fisher Price Bouncer</a> with toy bar. Somehow (I think my nephew yanked on it) the tree frog got cracked and I thought hey I should be able to replace that. So I went online to the Fisher Price site and looked for a replacement tree frog. There wasn't one unless you wanted to buy a whole new toy bar. I filled out the "contact us" thing asking for a tree frog and explaining what happened. They responded very quickly, saying they were sorry it cracked and would send me a new toy bar! No questions, no receipt required, no cost. I was very pleased with their customer service. The toy bar arrived about a week later. Yay, Fisher Price!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13709717782216821266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904125063638713508.post-55364904565762413942011-10-27T12:31:00.002-06:002011-10-27T12:34:01.883-06:00Women, an undervalued resourceI read <a href="http://stevebell.com/2011/10/week-6-women-and-poverty/">this blog by Steve Bell </a>and thought it worthy of linking to.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13709717782216821266noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904125063638713508.post-57553340614317487362010-10-06T13:05:00.002-06:002010-10-06T13:29:29.439-06:00Slap in the faceSo last night I'm in the final session of <a href="http://www.hopedmonton.ca/training/Intensive_Discipleship_Training.html">IDT1</a> with <a href="http://hopedmonton.ca/">HoPE</a>. It's going well, we were talking about developing a personal prayer list and then we got a chance to work on one based on a template. This is not really my thing. I don't really like writing things down and trying to figure out what would work for each of the categories. However I thought I'm going to give this a fair go and actually do it. So we were told to focus on the New Testament and a few specific books were mentioned. One of which was Timothy. I thought I haven't really read much of Timothy why don't I go there. So I flip open 1 Tim 2 and I start reading at verse one. Hey this is good I like this... oooo I can even write something down. Then I get to verse 11 and I wince and 12 I wince again. Verse 14, wait a second Adam was right there. It's okay I tell myself...And then the slap in the face with verse 15. "But women will be saved through childbearing-if they continue in faith, love and holiness with propriety." What? Really? But...<br /><br />After 4 miscarriages and at the ripe age of 38, I don't think I'm going to bear any children so am I not saved? I ofter think that Paul didn't get things quite right. But if I think that how do I reconcile the truth of the rest of the bible. Can I pick and choose what's right? I don't think so. I know in head and heart that God is there and loves and cares about me. I just don't know what to do with this verse.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904125063638713508.post-22066917932492184982010-03-17T13:54:00.003-06:002010-03-18T11:24:31.851-06:00WhereWhere are you?<br />I know you are there;<br />I can feel you.<br />But I don't want to do this anymore,<br />My heart aches<br />Please take the pain away;<br />Make me better<br />Where are you?<br />I know you are there;<br />I can feel youAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904125063638713508.post-49471323484722101552010-03-03T10:27:00.002-07:002010-03-03T10:40:10.141-07:00Well, I survived. The surgery wasn't as painless as for the right eye. They stuck an IV in my hand and it hurt like crazy. And then it kept hurting so John asked if it was supposed to be hurting. Nope, apparently an IV shouldn't hurt. So if you ever have an IV that is hurting, complain. So the IV in my hand was removed and put elsewhere, where it didn't hurt. But my hand kept hurting, I think the nurse hit a really bad spot. The anesthetist gave me more sedative than last time resulting in me sleeping most of yesterday. He didn't do the freezing as well as the really nice anesthetist from before. Somehow he made my teeth freeze and missed a portion of muscle at the top of my eye. So during the lazering, there was some pain. It wasn't excrutiating but I think me saying "Ow" annoyed the doctor. She kept saying "You'll feel some pressure". It wasn't pressure, it was pain. I can tell the difference. Anyway, it all went okay. The freezing came out faster, which also meant the muscle pain started sooner. Thank God for advil and tylenol.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904125063638713508.post-53953988521800965442010-03-01T13:34:00.002-07:002010-03-01T13:44:28.343-07:00Left eyeTomorrow, I go for my left eye surgery. I hope it goes as well as the right eye but heals more quickly. I'm not as nervous but I have to be at the hospital at 6 am. I'm not sure why you have to get there so early. For the right eye, I had to be there for 7 and my surgery wasn't until 10. Oh well, maybe I won't ever have to do it again. I'll post tomorrow or Wed, on how it went.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904125063638713508.post-14836901524582841362010-02-09T13:31:00.003-07:002010-02-09T13:34:29.667-07:00AstonishingIt all went okay. I got some happy sedative that made me unaware of the needle(s) in my eye. And everything else was fine. I have a patch on my eye for a couple more hours. More annoying than anything else. I guess God does care about me. :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904125063638713508.post-54925270819038434462010-02-08T12:08:00.002-07:002010-02-08T12:16:29.400-07:00TomorrowTomorrow I'm scheduled for eye surgery; I have to be at the hospital a 7 am. Yay, more needles in the eye. I'm not really looking forward to it. Perhaps if my previous experience hadn't been so horrible, I wouldn't be so stressed about it. I've been trying not to think about it but now it's imminent. What I should really do is take it to God and trust in him. That's not going to get me out of it though. The surgery needs to be done, there's no point putting it off. Miraculous healing would be fantastic. I don't really have much faith for that though. Maybe tomorrow I will be able to blog about how great God was in getting me through it.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904125063638713508.post-82856774247298188162009-09-11T13:40:00.002-06:002009-09-11T14:04:16.349-06:00Driver's LicenseAbout this time every year I get annoyed and rant about renewing my driver's license. Because I'm a type 1 diabetic, I have to get a yearly driver's medical, which typically would cost money unless you combine with some other medical need/concern and renew my license. I've always felt this was unnecessary and discriminatory. Aside from being really annoying and inconvenient, a 1-year license is not 1/5 the cost of a 5-year license. So, I do my thing as usual and THERE'S BEEN A CHANGE! I'm so very excited that my license is good for THREE years now! So, I guess I can't rant as much anymore.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904125063638713508.post-65812436230279469452009-09-10T21:35:00.003-06:002009-09-11T08:43:13.678-06:00It is finished...Well, probably not. Just sent off the last of the paperwork for the Canopy to the CRA. As long as they don't request anything else it'll be finished. Here's hoping. Of course, I've got all the financial documents in my house that I have to hold on to for years. I might be feeling a little bitter but only because nobody else cares which makes sense as the Canopy closed 9 months ago. And really it's okay, I don't mind doing it. Maybe what I really want is a little appreciation.<br /><br />Bah! Enough of that crap. It's kinda funny that the CRA took so long reviewing the letter asking for the charitable status to be revoked that I don't have to prove we disposed of our assets appropriately. If you are really interested in the details of that you can look it up on the CRA website. I hope they don't come asking for more info that would mean I'd have to sift through the pile of papers on the table that has been dubbed the Canopy table.<br /><br />On the other hand a side benefit of doing the treasurer stuff is I can claim professional development hours with APEGGA for the volunteering my time.<br /><br />The biggest thing that I hope the CRA doesn't want is taxes from the Canopy...if they do I'll come looking for donations.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904125063638713508.post-67371419969839184392009-08-24T16:31:00.006-06:002009-08-25T08:23:33.589-06:00Some thingsPsalm 13<br /><br />1. How long, O Lord? Will you forget me forever?<br />How long will you hide your face from me?<br /><br />2. How long must I wrestle with my thoughts<br />and every day have sorrow in my heart?<br />How long will my enemy triumph over me?<br /><br />3. Look on me and answer, O Lord my God.<br />Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death;<br /><br />4. my enemies will say, "I have overcome him,"<br />and my foes will rejoice when I fall.<br /><br />5. But I trust in your unfailing love;<br />my heart rejoices in your salvation.<br /><br />6. I will sing to the Lord,<br />for he has been good to me.<br /><br />This psalms is kind of where I'm at. Some things have happened this year that don't make sense to me that deal with dreams I've had since I was a kid. The first 4 verses is how I feel towards God about it and yet I am very much in the space of verses 5 and 6. It makes me feel a little confused, almost like there is two of me. (Don't worry, I don't have multiple personalities)<br /><br />I had a good time praying at HoPE on Friday. I felt really connected with God and now feel spiritually buoyant. How do I get that to carry through the week, while dealing with the feelings that God is hiding from me? Hhmmm...see confused. Oh well, I'll rejoice in the good stuff and do something with the not good stuff. (perhaps, ignore it)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904125063638713508.post-11116343336916356492009-05-28T00:53:00.002-06:002009-05-28T00:59:13.142-06:00HmmmSo, it's almost 1 am and I can't sleep. I'm more awake now than I was yesterday. I stayed home from work because I have a very sore throat. It's still sore. I should really go to work tomorrow/today; is that possible if you are sick and haven't slept. Maybe. So what does one do at this hour of night? Play on the computer. It really only holds so much appeal though. What does one blog about when there seems not much to blog about? Apparently, not much 'cause that's all I got.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904125063638713508.post-6319952044505799892009-05-20T20:21:00.003-06:002009-05-20T20:33:46.018-06:00Toaster FunOn Monday I bought a new toaster. I got it home and set up only to find that our bread was too large for the toaster. We have breadmaker bread which is larger than store bought bread. This morning, I returned the toaster and picked out another one. Only to find that it to was too small. I made John return the second one, while I went to look as the toasters again. I was smarter this time though; I took a cupboard cutout of our bread. It turns out there was only one toaster on the shelf that our bread would fit in. You will all be happy to know that ever toaster can fit a bagel. Unfortunately, of the toaster that fit our bread there was only the display unit left. Humpf. We could have gone with the four slice toaster of the same model and type but really there is just two of us, why would we need a four slice toaster. We took the display unit and on top of the sale of 25 % off the last ticketed price we got an additional 10% off. I am very happy that we have a new toaster. I hope that it doesn't break down soon; I don't think I could handle having to return a third toaster.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904125063638713508.post-67306053558850652242009-04-21T12:45:00.002-06:002009-04-21T12:55:43.432-06:00Prologue to the carWell, apparently it was the spark plugs and coils. And apparently, you can't put champion spark plugs in a Hyundai. And ignition coils are expensive. So for $758 which includes an oil change, the car is back on the road. Yay! I must say I rather like my car; it feels good.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904125063638713508.post-61465694241069549322009-04-13T09:35:00.004-06:002009-04-13T14:15:11.769-06:00CarThe car is dead, the car is dead. Why, oh why is my car dead?<br />I wish I knew, I wish I knew. What ever can I do?<br />Spark plugs, spark plugs. We'll give it a try.<br />It's not the answer. Bye car, bye.<br />Do you fix or do you buy? Old or new? Why, oh why<br />Is my car dead?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904125063638713508.post-69193468358648297992009-03-26T09:47:00.002-06:002009-03-26T10:00:06.467-06:00at the momentI feel like God is playing a cruel joke on me. I have little faith in the matter that beseeches me at the moment. There are no answers to the questions, only a desperate hope that is fading. This roller coaster is no fun.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904125063638713508.post-17245539591668237362009-02-10T19:46:00.002-07:002009-02-10T19:56:06.865-07:00FrivolityWe sometimes have interesting conversations at work...<br />To summarize:<br />Why do people say "assless chaps"? By definition, chaps are assless. If chaps had an ass they would be pants. Now if you said "assless pants", it would make some sense, you would conjure up an image that probably would look a lot like chaps. But "assless chaps" is just silly redundancy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904125063638713508.post-5789151225562709632009-02-05T12:57:00.002-07:002009-02-05T13:29:31.733-07:00Beginning againYesterday, I started running again. Yesterday, I started going to the core class that the County offers at lunchtime again. Incidentally, starting both those things again on the same day makes for a sore today. I was pleased to be able to run about 2 km after not running consistently for 5 months and not exercising at all for the last two months. I also started praying during the day again. Little prayers about all sorts of things. I'm not sure why I stopped but I'm happy to be going again. I'm feeling pretty good, I feel like I've turned over a new leaf.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904125063638713508.post-65174727513972069332009-02-02T10:01:00.003-07:002009-02-02T10:10:52.608-07:00Rant perhaps inappropriately or Why IVI'm working on doing the charitable receipts for my now defunct church. I am so annoyed with people. One is not supposed to be bothered by this when being the treasurer. Mostly, I'm not but every now and then I get annoyed. "Why don't we have enough money in the church?" "Why aren't we doing anything?" "Why...?" The people ask. Perhaps, just perhaps it's because YOU aren't contributing. 13 regular tithers can only do so much. And I was generous in counting the regular. They might say that they don't have enough money, to which I would say one of the least financially able gave regularly. It wasn't a huge amount but it's better than those that gave nothing. Well, that's enough of that. Back to my receipts.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904125063638713508.post-71589771823326480732009-01-26T17:26:00.002-07:002009-01-26T17:36:55.392-07:00Why IIIWhy did the lady in the waiting room say it doesn't hurt? I had what I hope is my last laser eye surgery today and it hurt like hell. In fact, it was the most painful one yet. I had to ask the doctor to stop and then I burst into tears, which is embarrassing. Almost 400 shots. It hurt right at the beginning too, enough to make me flinch. Apparently, she made some shots right near the nerve. She apologized for causing the pain but was very consolatory, of course that's not what she is like. On the up side, she thinks she got it all. I go back in 6 weeks for a follow-up. I feel a little ill; it could be the pain. I think I'll go lay down for a bit.-Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6904125063638713508.post-56517603651602915522009-01-16T08:40:00.002-07:002009-01-16T08:44:16.375-07:00Why IIWhy do people talk over me? Am I really that boring, is what I have to say not worthwhile? It really doesn't encourage me to talk any more. Or maybe I really am boring and shouldn't talk anyway. Hmmpf.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1