Ok, really? This is nuts.
It's after midnight and I may finally be able to fall asleep. But, only because I am so coated in Solarcaine with AloeExtra that my pores no longer breathe!
My sister, Carol had a birthday party at her house Saturday night. Most of us (ok, pretty much all of us) were outside in her backyard. Freshly mown that afternoon. Carol asked me in the middle of the afternoon if she should fog it. I poohpoohed the idea. We'll be fine. HAHAHAHA!! Bite me, will you! Well, actually they did.
I am literally covered in chigger bites. I haven't had them this bad since I was in ... well, since at least the 1970s. These things itch and itch and itch and before I know it there are bites popping out all over everywhere on my body. At first, I just thought I had a few mosquito bites. Those are pretty tolerable and easy to deal with. But, this? This is nuts!
And oh yes, there will be scars. Guaranteed. The thing is - at my age? I don't give a hoot in hell. If a scar is required to itch the scratch away, fine!
I had sprayed Solarcaine earlier - but, then discovered the gel ... much better.
So, Carol ... next time don't bother asking ... just fog the damned place. We'll all be a lot happier and I won't be wide awake after midnight because my itches need to be scratched!
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
Complete Insanity
I pretty much had a meltdown day. The worst thing was, I saw it coming and could do nothing about it. I did try to keep it from as many people as possible, because sharing my insanity actually only propagates it and doesn't correct it. I knew that my hormones were heading out of control and I knew that I wouldn't be able to manage them.
So, I simply fell apart. I cried and cried and made weird stuff up in my head. I believed the worst about myself and every single one of my friends and family. I kept telling myself, "this is not real, it's only hormones," but even knowing the truth of the situation could not keep the insane thoughts at bay.
Fortunately, for me, all of this insanity is temporary. I can't imagine being a young mother with a newborn child and having a long term bout of post partum depression. The insanity that I was dealing with today could have easily driven me over the edge. Even knowing what I was dealing with, I had to do everything in my power to stop myself from making very poor decisions based on my emotions. If I had to deal with this day after day, hour after hour, for a longer period of time, I would quickly become unable to discern between insanity and reality.
And then, I felt the hormones stabilize and I was able to function again.
I am generally a very pragmatic, level headed person. To lose myself to emotional upheaval is tantamount to plunging headfirst into a rushing river. I do not like to accept that in myself. But at some point, I simply can't change what it is.
I did post on Facebook that I needed to be placed into a padded cell with narcotics. While that is funny, the main thing that needs to happen when I get like this is that I am separated from anyone I love. I will say terrible, terrible things if given the chance. Things that I can't take back. I'm filled with self-pity and ignore everything that is happening around me, focusing only on myself. Oh, that disgusts me!
Padded cell, narcotics to help me sleep through it until I regain sanity. Makes sense to me! Maybe we should just do that for me for the next few years - maybe I'll finally get through this hormonal fluctuation and fully be in menopause. There, that's a great idea!
So, I simply fell apart. I cried and cried and made weird stuff up in my head. I believed the worst about myself and every single one of my friends and family. I kept telling myself, "this is not real, it's only hormones," but even knowing the truth of the situation could not keep the insane thoughts at bay.
Fortunately, for me, all of this insanity is temporary. I can't imagine being a young mother with a newborn child and having a long term bout of post partum depression. The insanity that I was dealing with today could have easily driven me over the edge. Even knowing what I was dealing with, I had to do everything in my power to stop myself from making very poor decisions based on my emotions. If I had to deal with this day after day, hour after hour, for a longer period of time, I would quickly become unable to discern between insanity and reality.
And then, I felt the hormones stabilize and I was able to function again.
I am generally a very pragmatic, level headed person. To lose myself to emotional upheaval is tantamount to plunging headfirst into a rushing river. I do not like to accept that in myself. But at some point, I simply can't change what it is.
I did post on Facebook that I needed to be placed into a padded cell with narcotics. While that is funny, the main thing that needs to happen when I get like this is that I am separated from anyone I love. I will say terrible, terrible things if given the chance. Things that I can't take back. I'm filled with self-pity and ignore everything that is happening around me, focusing only on myself. Oh, that disgusts me!
Padded cell, narcotics to help me sleep through it until I regain sanity. Makes sense to me! Maybe we should just do that for me for the next few years - maybe I'll finally get through this hormonal fluctuation and fully be in menopause. There, that's a great idea!
Old Friends - New Information
My interaction with technology is a curious thing. For the most part, I accept and embrace it. Then, there's this entirely different part of me that is stunned by the changes that technology has wrought in my life.
When I got married in 1994, the internet was just beginning to be introduced to the general public. Those of us that had played on various networks (CompUServe, GEnie, early AOL, etc.) had been communicating across the miles for a lot of years. I started in 1987. In fact, I can still put my hand on the reference guide from GEnie 1987.
But, I think the most amazing thing is the acceptance of these very radical changes into our lives in a short period of time. Even simple things ... like power windows and locks in my car. It just doesn't feel like it has been all that long since we actually had to manually lock our car doors or roll the windows up and down. A compass and outside thermometer right there in my vehicle? Well, that's just weird! Cell phones don't show up in a lot of the novels I'm reading and it always startles me, because I know that the plot of the book could be totally transformed with one quick cell call. But, for books written in the 90s, they weren't commonly used and the poor victim is stuck on the side of the road with no assistance coming.
Now I'm on Facebook. I've found an incredible number of old friends. It's been overwhelming to me, sometimes a little emotional, sometimes very exciting.
When we were growing up, we spent 4-6 years in a community and then moved away. Because Dad wanted the next pastor to be able to integrate himself fully into the life of the church, we were expected to leave our friends behind and make new friends as quickly as possible. All communication was cut off pretty quickly.
That training in my early years followed me through the rest of my life. I don't think I realized it until just this year as I was finding friends again. I've managed to maintain connections to a very few friends from my past, but it is very few. There were people that I had shared deep connections with during the time we were together, but when I moved away, I allowed those connections to sever or simply wither away because all I knew how to do was move on and start over.
Though it was generally quite innocent on my part, I had probably hurt some of these people with my seeming callous behavior. I simply didn't know how to do this any differently.
As I reconnect with some of these people, I know that I am going to have to re-build trust. They may never trust me again with a friendship and I understand that. Right now I'm just glad to know they are alive and happy.
But, all of this is quite exciting. I think about (didn't experience, I'm not that old) the transformation that happened as the telegraph and later, the telephone brought to our world. People began communicating across miles and miles. Though there have been many critics of the mobile society that we have become, I am thankful for the chance to reconnect with people I thought I had lost, even if it is only in short bursts of information. That's more than I have had in 30 years with some of them and more than I probably ever would have been able to have.
Sometimes life is just fun!
When I got married in 1994, the internet was just beginning to be introduced to the general public. Those of us that had played on various networks (CompUServe, GEnie, early AOL, etc.) had been communicating across the miles for a lot of years. I started in 1987. In fact, I can still put my hand on the reference guide from GEnie 1987.
But, I think the most amazing thing is the acceptance of these very radical changes into our lives in a short period of time. Even simple things ... like power windows and locks in my car. It just doesn't feel like it has been all that long since we actually had to manually lock our car doors or roll the windows up and down. A compass and outside thermometer right there in my vehicle? Well, that's just weird! Cell phones don't show up in a lot of the novels I'm reading and it always startles me, because I know that the plot of the book could be totally transformed with one quick cell call. But, for books written in the 90s, they weren't commonly used and the poor victim is stuck on the side of the road with no assistance coming.
Now I'm on Facebook. I've found an incredible number of old friends. It's been overwhelming to me, sometimes a little emotional, sometimes very exciting.
When we were growing up, we spent 4-6 years in a community and then moved away. Because Dad wanted the next pastor to be able to integrate himself fully into the life of the church, we were expected to leave our friends behind and make new friends as quickly as possible. All communication was cut off pretty quickly.
That training in my early years followed me through the rest of my life. I don't think I realized it until just this year as I was finding friends again. I've managed to maintain connections to a very few friends from my past, but it is very few. There were people that I had shared deep connections with during the time we were together, but when I moved away, I allowed those connections to sever or simply wither away because all I knew how to do was move on and start over.
Though it was generally quite innocent on my part, I had probably hurt some of these people with my seeming callous behavior. I simply didn't know how to do this any differently.
As I reconnect with some of these people, I know that I am going to have to re-build trust. They may never trust me again with a friendship and I understand that. Right now I'm just glad to know they are alive and happy.
But, all of this is quite exciting. I think about (didn't experience, I'm not that old) the transformation that happened as the telegraph and later, the telephone brought to our world. People began communicating across miles and miles. Though there have been many critics of the mobile society that we have become, I am thankful for the chance to reconnect with people I thought I had lost, even if it is only in short bursts of information. That's more than I have had in 30 years with some of them and more than I probably ever would have been able to have.
Sometimes life is just fun!
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Sucker for Legos
I have always loved Legos. I don't own any of them personally, but my nephews ended up with more than they should have because I was always buying them for those boys. I love the patterns that these little blocks create and I love that you can either follow a design or make your own. I used to get lost in Legoland at Mall of America, I enjoy every single piece of Lego mania on the internet.
This is the newest: Brickworkz
This guy uses Legos to make mosaics - photographs, business displays. His stuff is phenomenal! And of course, I love it.
This site has some fabulous projects - glorious churches with incredible detail and many other things.
There will never be enough Legos for me. I have no place to put them in my life so I will thoroughly enjoy watching what others do with them. If you have a favorite site, post it ... I'll be very happy!
This is the newest: Brickworkz
This guy uses Legos to make mosaics - photographs, business displays. His stuff is phenomenal! And of course, I love it.
This site has some fabulous projects - glorious churches with incredible detail and many other things.
There will never be enough Legos for me. I have no place to put them in my life so I will thoroughly enjoy watching what others do with them. If you have a favorite site, post it ... I'll be very happy!
Not much to say, I guess
I was doing so well there for awhile. Maybe I've run out of words! Who knows.
The last few months have been wonderful. I've spent a lot of time at the cabin, I've prepared a few sermons, I've written a lot of blog posts on my other blog (Pour Out a Blessing), I've been singing with the worship team at Gretna UMC, I've rediscovered old friends and I'm working at rediscovering myself!
It's been a pretty wonderful summer so far and I see no reason it won't continue this way.
Yesterday was my sister, Carol's birthday. She bought her first house this year and finished her second year of teaching 6th grade. All I can say is - Yea Carol!
My brother has been tearing through construction at the cabin. We deconstructed a lot last year and things are starting to come back together again. It's nice to know that we are going to make this place better than it ever has been. It's just going to take some time and effort. much of the cabin was built in the 1970s and though I hate to admit that it might be old (I graduated in 1977 so be careful), there are a lot of things that need to be replaced and restored.
We bring in various people to do different types of work out there (plumbers, electricians, well diggers, etc.) and I can not believe the difference in attitude from central Iowa to Omaha. Prices are reasonable and fair, they are all gentlemen and treat me with respect, even though they are working with my brother long distance. I just have the capability to show up during the week and let them onto the property. I haven't been treated badly by any of them. That's impressive.
The first week we owned Insty-Prints, a billboard salesman was in talking to us when a customer walked in and ignored the three women owners, went straight to the salesman and tried to order printing from him. He was chagrined to say the least and pointed to us saying, "I have no idea what you're talking about, these are the owners." I get that attitude a lot from men and it's nice to not see it happening when I work with people at the cabin.
One of these days I will quit relaxing while I'm up there and take some photographs of all the work we are doing. My brother is posting some stuff on his blog (The Novel Coder). There's a lot that needs to happen to get it where we all want it to be, but it's going to be a fun summer!
The last few months have been wonderful. I've spent a lot of time at the cabin, I've prepared a few sermons, I've written a lot of blog posts on my other blog (Pour Out a Blessing), I've been singing with the worship team at Gretna UMC, I've rediscovered old friends and I'm working at rediscovering myself!
It's been a pretty wonderful summer so far and I see no reason it won't continue this way.
Yesterday was my sister, Carol's birthday. She bought her first house this year and finished her second year of teaching 6th grade. All I can say is - Yea Carol!
My brother has been tearing through construction at the cabin. We deconstructed a lot last year and things are starting to come back together again. It's nice to know that we are going to make this place better than it ever has been. It's just going to take some time and effort. much of the cabin was built in the 1970s and though I hate to admit that it might be old (I graduated in 1977 so be careful), there are a lot of things that need to be replaced and restored.
We bring in various people to do different types of work out there (plumbers, electricians, well diggers, etc.) and I can not believe the difference in attitude from central Iowa to Omaha. Prices are reasonable and fair, they are all gentlemen and treat me with respect, even though they are working with my brother long distance. I just have the capability to show up during the week and let them onto the property. I haven't been treated badly by any of them. That's impressive.
The first week we owned Insty-Prints, a billboard salesman was in talking to us when a customer walked in and ignored the three women owners, went straight to the salesman and tried to order printing from him. He was chagrined to say the least and pointed to us saying, "I have no idea what you're talking about, these are the owners." I get that attitude a lot from men and it's nice to not see it happening when I work with people at the cabin.
One of these days I will quit relaxing while I'm up there and take some photographs of all the work we are doing. My brother is posting some stuff on his blog (The Novel Coder). There's a lot that needs to happen to get it where we all want it to be, but it's going to be a fun summer!
Thursday, July 02, 2009
I'm NOT a Klutz or Amazon's Amazing Service
Ok, well, maybe I am.
Last night was a beautiful night at the cabin. Temps were gorgeous, birds were chirping, trees were swaying and making music in the breeze. Diane was reading on a bench on the screened in porch.
Sounds like a perfect time, right?
Sure ... why not. Until the moment I fell asleep with the Kindle in my hand and it fell out of my hand, hit a plastic chair and crashed to the concrete floor. Oh no! I picked up the pieces (the back fell off and the whole thing fell out of its leather case - nothing that doesn't usually come apart) and put it back together.
Hmmm, I need to restart. Well, that makes sense. Hmmm, it's not working right. Alright, I will take the battery out and do a hard re-set. I'm not an idiot (just a Klutz). Well, I tried it all evening and again this morning and nothing was going to make that thing work.
I hurried home this morning as quickly as possible and got to Amazon customer service. I admitted freely what I had done and asked if I had really and truly killed my Kindle. I was hoping that maybe there was a small rabbit they could pull out of the hat to return life to my heart and soul. But, alas, it was not to be. I'd killed it. Dead.
Before I could lament the passing of my Kindle, the customer service representative scanned my account and said, "Based on what you have here and your order history, I can offer you a replacement Kindle at 1/2 the original price."
My ears perked up and a little color returned to my cheeks. Really? Am I hearing this right?
I could barely form words as I said, "Yes, YES. YES!!!"
He wrote up the order, wrote an order for a return label for the old (dead) Kindle and as he began trying to explain how to re-download books to the Kindle, he said, "Oh, I'm sorry, it looks like you probably know what you're doing. If you have any questions, you can call us back."
So, he treated me with a little respect, took care of my needs as soon as humanly possible and did it all within a few minutes.
I guess if there is a company on the web that is going to own all of my information and probably my soul, I'll stick with the company that at least has great customer service!
Last night was a beautiful night at the cabin. Temps were gorgeous, birds were chirping, trees were swaying and making music in the breeze. Diane was reading on a bench on the screened in porch.
Sounds like a perfect time, right?
Sure ... why not. Until the moment I fell asleep with the Kindle in my hand and it fell out of my hand, hit a plastic chair and crashed to the concrete floor. Oh no! I picked up the pieces (the back fell off and the whole thing fell out of its leather case - nothing that doesn't usually come apart) and put it back together.
Hmmm, I need to restart. Well, that makes sense. Hmmm, it's not working right. Alright, I will take the battery out and do a hard re-set. I'm not an idiot (just a Klutz). Well, I tried it all evening and again this morning and nothing was going to make that thing work.
I hurried home this morning as quickly as possible and got to Amazon customer service. I admitted freely what I had done and asked if I had really and truly killed my Kindle. I was hoping that maybe there was a small rabbit they could pull out of the hat to return life to my heart and soul. But, alas, it was not to be. I'd killed it. Dead.
Before I could lament the passing of my Kindle, the customer service representative scanned my account and said, "Based on what you have here and your order history, I can offer you a replacement Kindle at 1/2 the original price."
My ears perked up and a little color returned to my cheeks. Really? Am I hearing this right?
I could barely form words as I said, "Yes, YES. YES!!!"
He wrote up the order, wrote an order for a return label for the old (dead) Kindle and as he began trying to explain how to re-download books to the Kindle, he said, "Oh, I'm sorry, it looks like you probably know what you're doing. If you have any questions, you can call us back."
So, he treated me with a little respect, took care of my needs as soon as humanly possible and did it all within a few minutes.
I guess if there is a company on the web that is going to own all of my information and probably my soul, I'll stick with the company that at least has great customer service!
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
The Tale of a Nosy Neighbor
Max and I live in a duplex. I’ve had interesting neighbors over the years. When Carol and I lived there, we were certain that the young wife was beating her husband. He was such a nice guy and she was a shrew. There have been quiet neighbors and noisy neighbors, bu all in all, it’s not been too bad. Until now.
The worst thing is, the landlord spent 3 years fixing that side of the duplex, so it was empty and Max and I really got used to having a lot of freedom. But, last August that all changed. A woman and her daughter and maybe her son moved in. She was unfriendly to say the least. She avoided eye contact always and the few times I was able to catch her eye and say hello, she would grunt and rush to her car. Then, a man entered the picture. He just showed up one day and over the course of several months began moving stuff in.
My landlord emailed me to tell me that the woman was complaining about my dog barking. Interesting. I live right next door and she won’t speak to me first. Ok, this is not going to be easy. Max and I bought a snow blower last winter and offered to let the guy use it if he wanted. That actually wasn’t accepted with a normal amount of thanks. Another grunt. Hmmm…
Other weird things have occurred over the last months, but this past weekend began an entirely new portion of entertainment. Max and I had an old 1989 Mazda van that we’ve been trying to rid ourselves of for months. I finally called a company who would haul it away for scrap metal. On Sunday, when I drove in the alley after church, this couple and their son were outside messing around and the guy was IN my van! Hmmm…that’s weird. We’d emptied everything out, so there was no reason for him to do this.
As I exited my Jeep, he had gotten out of the van and closed the door, acting as if nothing had happened. I kind of walked towards him and he began asking questions about the van – if it ran, what the issues were. I finally told him that if he wanted to do something with that van, he needed to let me know because I had someone coming to haul it away. No, ever his helpful self, he was just being snoopy.
Monday morning, the salvage company came to haul it away. I had to go back inside to get my driver’s license to make the sale. Out came Jimi, flying up from his basement lair. He began babbling at the driver and when I came out, he was asking pointed questions about how the van worked. The driver finally called me away from him so that we could finish the transaction. No, the car isn’t drivable and these guys don’t care. Stop interfering, you weirdo.
Later on that day, Max came home, and took the laundry out of the house to the Laundromat. He’s done this every week, but it seemed important that Jimi again come flying up from his lair to accost Max and ask about our washing machine. How in the heck does he even know we have one? I’m a little creeped out by the question.
The last time I spent an extended period of time at Bell’s Dell, Jimi asked Max if our Jeep had been in the shop. Umm … no. As I left yesterday, I let the back door slam while I dragged my luggage, etc. to the Jeep. As soon as I got to the door of the Jeep, he again came flying up from the basement to watch me pack up and leave. I am pretty certain that he will ask Max where I’m going for such a long period of time. I can’t wait.
Max and I talked about it while I was on the road. Maybe he could tell Jimi that I was an undercover agent, gone for days at a time protecting the world. But, now that Max had told him that, he would actually have to kill him. We worked through a few scenarios until Max had the perfect response. “I’m sorry, Jimi, I’m not at liberty to divulge that information.” Oh yah … that’s it. I can hardly wait.
There is going to be plenty of fodder for entertainment with this strange couple living next door to us. Max and I are just going to have to work on our backstories a little bit more so that we can at least have some fun with this!
The worst thing is, the landlord spent 3 years fixing that side of the duplex, so it was empty and Max and I really got used to having a lot of freedom. But, last August that all changed. A woman and her daughter and maybe her son moved in. She was unfriendly to say the least. She avoided eye contact always and the few times I was able to catch her eye and say hello, she would grunt and rush to her car. Then, a man entered the picture. He just showed up one day and over the course of several months began moving stuff in.
My landlord emailed me to tell me that the woman was complaining about my dog barking. Interesting. I live right next door and she won’t speak to me first. Ok, this is not going to be easy. Max and I bought a snow blower last winter and offered to let the guy use it if he wanted. That actually wasn’t accepted with a normal amount of thanks. Another grunt. Hmmm…
Other weird things have occurred over the last months, but this past weekend began an entirely new portion of entertainment. Max and I had an old 1989 Mazda van that we’ve been trying to rid ourselves of for months. I finally called a company who would haul it away for scrap metal. On Sunday, when I drove in the alley after church, this couple and their son were outside messing around and the guy was IN my van! Hmmm…that’s weird. We’d emptied everything out, so there was no reason for him to do this.
As I exited my Jeep, he had gotten out of the van and closed the door, acting as if nothing had happened. I kind of walked towards him and he began asking questions about the van – if it ran, what the issues were. I finally told him that if he wanted to do something with that van, he needed to let me know because I had someone coming to haul it away. No, ever his helpful self, he was just being snoopy.
Monday morning, the salvage company came to haul it away. I had to go back inside to get my driver’s license to make the sale. Out came Jimi, flying up from his basement lair. He began babbling at the driver and when I came out, he was asking pointed questions about how the van worked. The driver finally called me away from him so that we could finish the transaction. No, the car isn’t drivable and these guys don’t care. Stop interfering, you weirdo.
Later on that day, Max came home, and took the laundry out of the house to the Laundromat. He’s done this every week, but it seemed important that Jimi again come flying up from his lair to accost Max and ask about our washing machine. How in the heck does he even know we have one? I’m a little creeped out by the question.
The last time I spent an extended period of time at Bell’s Dell, Jimi asked Max if our Jeep had been in the shop. Umm … no. As I left yesterday, I let the back door slam while I dragged my luggage, etc. to the Jeep. As soon as I got to the door of the Jeep, he again came flying up from the basement to watch me pack up and leave. I am pretty certain that he will ask Max where I’m going for such a long period of time. I can’t wait.
Max and I talked about it while I was on the road. Maybe he could tell Jimi that I was an undercover agent, gone for days at a time protecting the world. But, now that Max had told him that, he would actually have to kill him. We worked through a few scenarios until Max had the perfect response. “I’m sorry, Jimi, I’m not at liberty to divulge that information.” Oh yah … that’s it. I can hardly wait.
There is going to be plenty of fodder for entertainment with this strange couple living next door to us. Max and I are just going to have to work on our backstories a little bit more so that we can at least have some fun with this!
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Pour Out a Blessing - July study
It's certainly taken me awhile to decide what to study during the month of July. I didn't think I wanted to do something exceptionally heavy, but I'm not sure that there is really anything 'light' in scripture.
There are a couple of New Testament books that I don't know terribly well, one of which is the letter to the Hebrews. No, I wouldn't call this light reading, but I look forward to reading and studying Paul's encouraging words to the children of Israel.
If you would like to invite someone to join us, please feel free. If they would like to receive an email reminder each day, just send an email to nammynools (@) cox (.) net and I will get them on the mailing list. Otherwise, they can 'follow' the Pour Out a Blessing blog or subscribe to it in an RSS Reader. I'm just glad to be able to share my thoughts with everyone and it's quite exciting to discover information within Scripture on a daily basis. I learn so much as I do this!
Join us in July and invite someone else to begin studying scripture daily as well!
There are a couple of New Testament books that I don't know terribly well, one of which is the letter to the Hebrews. No, I wouldn't call this light reading, but I look forward to reading and studying Paul's encouraging words to the children of Israel.
If you would like to invite someone to join us, please feel free. If they would like to receive an email reminder each day, just send an email to nammynools (@) cox (.) net and I will get them on the mailing list. Otherwise, they can 'follow' the Pour Out a Blessing blog or subscribe to it in an RSS Reader. I'm just glad to be able to share my thoughts with everyone and it's quite exciting to discover information within Scripture on a daily basis. I learn so much as I do this!
Join us in July and invite someone else to begin studying scripture daily as well!
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Sunday morning randomness
I have a few minutes before I have to leave for church, so I figured I'd spend them flinging words at my computer.
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Sometimes it's tough being a girl. I get tired of all of the responsibility of putting myself together so that I can be in public. This morning I was putting on mascara and managed to poke myself in the eye. Well, of course that caused my eye to convulsively slam shut and spread mascara all over myself. Fortunately, it's not waterproof mascara and I got the cleanup done in a relatively reasonable amount of time.
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My Blackberry is back. Well, it's new and it's back. At least I'm connected again. So, I can text and email and message and Twitter and Facebook with the best of you again. Whew! Actually it was one of the first things I did on Friday when I drove into town. I didn't want to waste any more time on that stupid, cheap Nokia phone that I had purchased in Des Moines.
Now really, though - that phone is way cool for what it is. $20.00 at Walgreens and you can get yourself a phone number and a chance to talk and text. Buy minutes for the thing and it will do all that you really need. I'm going to leave it in my car and have it available for the next emergency. What a great idea.
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I'm speaking this morning at Living Grace Lutheran again. I really enjoy this kind of teaching. I learn plenty and I enjoy sharing what I learn with others. Today I will use Exodus 3 as the scripture. When God calls us and we don't feel like we can do what He is asking us to do, this chapter reminds us that it's not about us - it's all about God being the "I AM."
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My friend, Alison's father died on Friday. The funeral is on Tuesday. Death is such an interesting transition. We dread the loss and anticipate the freedom from suffering. As Christians, we have so much comfort in knowing that death is not the cessation of life, but simply the step that takes us into eternal life. I can't imagine living any other way.
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Having a Kindle is probably the coolest thing I have EVER done. I downloaded a bunch of free books yesterday. Science Fiction writers figured it out pretty quickly. If they can hook you with a free book that is the beginning of the series, they have a really high probability of getting you to buy their next books in the series.
I wish that non-fiction authors would figure out that they need to be just as erudite in their writing and make things interesting for people to read. I downloaded a couple of books for information's sake and sometimes it only takes a few pages for me to want to nod off and go to sleep. But, I want the information so I plow through. I just can't believe that it needs to be boring just because it isn't fiction.
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Alright, I've spent enough time here, I need to put my shoes and socks on (my socks and shoes on?) and get going.
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Sometimes it's tough being a girl. I get tired of all of the responsibility of putting myself together so that I can be in public. This morning I was putting on mascara and managed to poke myself in the eye. Well, of course that caused my eye to convulsively slam shut and spread mascara all over myself. Fortunately, it's not waterproof mascara and I got the cleanup done in a relatively reasonable amount of time.
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My Blackberry is back. Well, it's new and it's back. At least I'm connected again. So, I can text and email and message and Twitter and Facebook with the best of you again. Whew! Actually it was one of the first things I did on Friday when I drove into town. I didn't want to waste any more time on that stupid, cheap Nokia phone that I had purchased in Des Moines.
Now really, though - that phone is way cool for what it is. $20.00 at Walgreens and you can get yourself a phone number and a chance to talk and text. Buy minutes for the thing and it will do all that you really need. I'm going to leave it in my car and have it available for the next emergency. What a great idea.
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I'm speaking this morning at Living Grace Lutheran again. I really enjoy this kind of teaching. I learn plenty and I enjoy sharing what I learn with others. Today I will use Exodus 3 as the scripture. When God calls us and we don't feel like we can do what He is asking us to do, this chapter reminds us that it's not about us - it's all about God being the "I AM."
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My friend, Alison's father died on Friday. The funeral is on Tuesday. Death is such an interesting transition. We dread the loss and anticipate the freedom from suffering. As Christians, we have so much comfort in knowing that death is not the cessation of life, but simply the step that takes us into eternal life. I can't imagine living any other way.
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Having a Kindle is probably the coolest thing I have EVER done. I downloaded a bunch of free books yesterday. Science Fiction writers figured it out pretty quickly. If they can hook you with a free book that is the beginning of the series, they have a really high probability of getting you to buy their next books in the series.
I wish that non-fiction authors would figure out that they need to be just as erudite in their writing and make things interesting for people to read. I downloaded a couple of books for information's sake and sometimes it only takes a few pages for me to want to nod off and go to sleep. But, I want the information so I plow through. I just can't believe that it needs to be boring just because it isn't fiction.
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Alright, I've spent enough time here, I need to put my shoes and socks on (my socks and shoes on?) and get going.
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