Monday evening David surprised me by telling me he had taken the day off on Tuesday. He had a bunch of things he needed to get done that he couldn't do after work, since he's been working until after 5 every day lately. That was nice to hear. Of course, I already had plans for Tuesday, but they didn't entail the whole day, so it was okay.
Tuesday morning he got to sleep late. I didn't have to get up until 8:30, in order to make the WMU meeting at 10:00, so we slept in. There was some controversy in the different sources I had checked as to the location of the meeting I was attending. Before I left, I had a couple of phone calls that were a little on the off-setting side, but nothing too serious. Things looked manageable.
I left for my meeting and spent way too long trying to find the house. I made the mistake of getting behind some sort of cherry-picker-type gadget that traveled at less than 5 miles an hour. One good thing about it...I got a good look at renovations around Georgetown College. When I finally got to the street where the meeting was supposed to be held, I couldn't find the house. Those of you who have never been in Georgetown may not understand this, but that street wasn't all that long! In addition, there were only houses on one side of the street. Anyway, after traveling the length of the street and back, I decided to call it quits and just skip the meeting. I headed home, avoiding getting behind the same cherry-picker again.
When I got to the house, I discovered we had company. I went in, found the company ensconced in the back room on the computer, and found David stranded in the bathroom after his shower. Turned out, since there was no one there except him, he hadn't bothered to take his clothes into the bathroom with him. I went to the bedroom and fetched him some pants and a shirt so that he could escape.
All I can say is, good thing I went home. He might still be in there.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
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Tuesday, September 22, 2009
long time, no blog post...
Couple of things I want to blog about today. First is comfort food. What do you crave when you want something to comfort you? I usually eat popcorn, with butter and garlic salt. That would be my favorite food. I think it all goes back to the special times my mom and I spent watching TV (Batman and Dark Shadows) in the afternoon after school. She would pop some corn, give me a mixing bowl of it, take one for herself, and then end up dumping part of hers into my bowl. I thought she was so nice to share. I wouldn't do it then, and I'm still not a good sharer.
Another favorite food is saltine crackers. I like them three ways: plain, straight out of the package, broken up into milk, and with cheese slices on them, broiled under the broiler. Usually the only way I eat them now is plain, straight out of the box. I remember when they used to come four to a square, and I spent many an afternoon after school trying to eat just one cracker out of the square without destroying the whole thing. I did it, too, on occasion. Today I had crackers with cheese on them for lunch. I stood by the oven, watching the cheese slices bubble up, just like I had done when the kids were little and I would fix them cheese and crackers for lunch, to go with their soup.
Second topic of the day: the flu and football teams. I remember going to the infirmary at Georgetown College when I was a freshman--it was down in the basement of a no-longer-existing building, Rucker Hall. It was standing-room only that day, because of a stomach flu that was going around campus. Rumor had it that an entire case of Pepto-Bismal had been sent to the basement of Anderson Hall for the football team. Poor guys. I guess that was better than the time that they befriended the rabid kitten, though.
I hope everyone is having a great day! Love to all and God bless.
Another favorite food is saltine crackers. I like them three ways: plain, straight out of the package, broken up into milk, and with cheese slices on them, broiled under the broiler. Usually the only way I eat them now is plain, straight out of the box. I remember when they used to come four to a square, and I spent many an afternoon after school trying to eat just one cracker out of the square without destroying the whole thing. I did it, too, on occasion. Today I had crackers with cheese on them for lunch. I stood by the oven, watching the cheese slices bubble up, just like I had done when the kids were little and I would fix them cheese and crackers for lunch, to go with their soup.
Second topic of the day: the flu and football teams. I remember going to the infirmary at Georgetown College when I was a freshman--it was down in the basement of a no-longer-existing building, Rucker Hall. It was standing-room only that day, because of a stomach flu that was going around campus. Rumor had it that an entire case of Pepto-Bismal had been sent to the basement of Anderson Hall for the football team. Poor guys. I guess that was better than the time that they befriended the rabid kitten, though.
I hope everyone is having a great day! Love to all and God bless.
Saturday, September 05, 2009
Technological burnout
I'm suffering from technological burnout. I am completely dissatisfied with the way my computer is performing--huge delays in loading stuff like gmail and facebook, then when loaded, neither works well. I can neither reply to nor forward email from the gmail account, and today I've been completely unable to access my aol account. When I try to compose new mail to send out, I can put in an address, type a subject line, and then I cannot write anything at all in the text box. It's so very, very frustrating!
On to more interesting, less depressing stuff...I have a date for the eye surgery, September 16. Now it's a matter of finding a driver (to Lexington) and finding someone to stay with me for 24 hours after the surgery. I don't think I'll need the person, but info from the surgery center says to arrange for someone to be there. And THAT means I have to clean the house. Shoot--back to depression.
I need to go eat something--my mood says give me food!
On to more interesting, less depressing stuff...I have a date for the eye surgery, September 16. Now it's a matter of finding a driver (to Lexington) and finding someone to stay with me for 24 hours after the surgery. I don't think I'll need the person, but info from the surgery center says to arrange for someone to be there. And THAT means I have to clean the house. Shoot--back to depression.
I need to go eat something--my mood says give me food!
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
New hard drive
Out with the old, in with the new--except, boy, do I miss the old! My old hard drive had all sorts of stuff I loved on it! The old hard drive is still at the shop, although the new one is here and functional. The fellow at Computers 4 Less who installed the new hard drive after the BSoD appeared said he thought he might be able to recover some stuff from the old drive, but it was a sloooooooow process. He is going to give me a call after a few days with an update.
What do I miss off the old hard drive? Well, I miss the mail program I had. I still have access to my gmail account by going through Google, so I am not without email. However, I've lost the mail folders I had in the old program, in particular the one that chronicled Cora's and Cohen's births and growth through emails from their mama. I also had one like that for Jennifer, Ann, Everett, and Sam, in addition to some folders of other folks' kids and grandkids. Another miss, my humor/inspiration folder, where I stored neat emails and funnies I got from friends.
I miss my pictures. God knows how many pictures I had stored on here--all stored by Geron, of course, with some I received on email and added by just clicking on copy to gallery. The only problem with that was, I had no idea how to access the gallery, unless someone emailed me a picture and it just opened up. I'm guessing that gallery was somewhere on my old hard drive--boohoo, boohoo.
I miss the folders I had in Word, the "old lady's pocket book, geezer gear, honeymoon survival kit, and Daddy's diaper duty kits", the bazillion recipes (including the popcorn-stuffed chicken), the scriptures for Easter eggs, all the little stuff I used once in a while but will now have to recreate...what a drag!
And then we get to the bookmarks! I don't know if they can be recovered--maybe they don't need to be. But still--there's a potload of good websites marked there! The only blogs I have right now are the ones that are listed on the left of my blog page and ones I can access by going to those folks' blogs. That can get old after a while, I think, but I may be able to get a few of them back on here. I do hope so!
Last and least, I miss my solitaire and minesweeper. I've been wasting my time in other ways, like doing paperwork, studying my Sunday School lesson, and reading. How uplifting. I did get on Bejeweled Blitz today far too long, but it'd had been a while, folks, and I missed it!
But now I'm back, and aren't you all glad? Please write me and give me your blog address, if you don't mind. I guess I'll start a new blog folder! Love to all, and God bless!
What do I miss off the old hard drive? Well, I miss the mail program I had. I still have access to my gmail account by going through Google, so I am not without email. However, I've lost the mail folders I had in the old program, in particular the one that chronicled Cora's and Cohen's births and growth through emails from their mama. I also had one like that for Jennifer, Ann, Everett, and Sam, in addition to some folders of other folks' kids and grandkids. Another miss, my humor/inspiration folder, where I stored neat emails and funnies I got from friends.
I miss my pictures. God knows how many pictures I had stored on here--all stored by Geron, of course, with some I received on email and added by just clicking on copy to gallery. The only problem with that was, I had no idea how to access the gallery, unless someone emailed me a picture and it just opened up. I'm guessing that gallery was somewhere on my old hard drive--boohoo, boohoo.
I miss the folders I had in Word, the "old lady's pocket book, geezer gear, honeymoon survival kit, and Daddy's diaper duty kits", the bazillion recipes (including the popcorn-stuffed chicken), the scriptures for Easter eggs, all the little stuff I used once in a while but will now have to recreate...what a drag!
And then we get to the bookmarks! I don't know if they can be recovered--maybe they don't need to be. But still--there's a potload of good websites marked there! The only blogs I have right now are the ones that are listed on the left of my blog page and ones I can access by going to those folks' blogs. That can get old after a while, I think, but I may be able to get a few of them back on here. I do hope so!
Last and least, I miss my solitaire and minesweeper. I've been wasting my time in other ways, like doing paperwork, studying my Sunday School lesson, and reading. How uplifting. I did get on Bejeweled Blitz today far too long, but it'd had been a while, folks, and I missed it!
But now I'm back, and aren't you all glad? Please write me and give me your blog address, if you don't mind. I guess I'll start a new blog folder! Love to all, and God bless!
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Wacka Wacka Jing Ding?
When my children were still at home, it was a fad to wear a bracelet with the letters WWJD on it. I have a really pitiful habit of making things up, so bear with me when I tell you what I called those, "Wacka wacka jing ding?" bracelets.
I think more and more of us need to think about those bracelets and maybe start wearing something like them again. I was talking about them to David this morning, chuckling over the nickname, which I hadn't thought of in several years. Probably many of you know that WWJD actually stands for "What would Jesus do?" David, for sure the spiritual head of our house (well, second in command to God, of course), said, "That's not the important question. The important question is, 'What would I do if I realized Jesus were here in my presence?' And the reason is because He is! Amen!"
There are so many times we have a dilemma as to whether or not to do something which is acceptable, either way you look at it. This week I was supposed to go for a consultation with a local doctor concerning a surgery I need but is not life-threatening. Finally, the morning of the consultation, I decided to cancel the appointment. I believe my decision was influenced by the prayers of friends. After I canceled the appointment, I called my GP and asked for his recommendation for a surgeon for the procedure (which I know I should have done in the beginning). He gave me one, and it was not the doctor I had been scheduled to see--nor was it the one I had considered going to for a second opinion! Now I feel relatively comfortable that I made the right decision and have scheduled an appointment with Doctor #3. So much for removing myself from "the horns of the dilemma", which is a nasty place to be.
I don't know if the WWJD bracelet would have influenced my opinion or not. I did seriously think about the impact my cancellation might have on that particular doctor. For one thing, I am reasonably sure he is not a Christian, since he is from a country where Christians are a very small minority--maybe less than 2% of the population. He sees me on a regular basis, and he has already performed some surgery for me, surgery which I feel was successful, and I have referred friends to him. I will continue to go to him after this surgery, so he will know that I had it done. I wonder how I am going to explain to him that I chose to have someone else do the surgery.
These dilemmas are encountered every day. Do I shop here? Do I buy this? Do I allow my child to participate in that activity? Do I punish my child for something she thought was acceptable but I didn't approve? What would Jesus do? More importantly, what would I do if I realized I was in Jesus's presence? For I am! So I guess what I need is a "WWIDIIRIWIJP?" bracelet.
Love to all, and God bless.
I think more and more of us need to think about those bracelets and maybe start wearing something like them again. I was talking about them to David this morning, chuckling over the nickname, which I hadn't thought of in several years. Probably many of you know that WWJD actually stands for "What would Jesus do?" David, for sure the spiritual head of our house (well, second in command to God, of course), said, "That's not the important question. The important question is, 'What would I do if I realized Jesus were here in my presence?' And the reason is because He is! Amen!"
There are so many times we have a dilemma as to whether or not to do something which is acceptable, either way you look at it. This week I was supposed to go for a consultation with a local doctor concerning a surgery I need but is not life-threatening. Finally, the morning of the consultation, I decided to cancel the appointment. I believe my decision was influenced by the prayers of friends. After I canceled the appointment, I called my GP and asked for his recommendation for a surgeon for the procedure (which I know I should have done in the beginning). He gave me one, and it was not the doctor I had been scheduled to see--nor was it the one I had considered going to for a second opinion! Now I feel relatively comfortable that I made the right decision and have scheduled an appointment with Doctor #3. So much for removing myself from "the horns of the dilemma", which is a nasty place to be.
I don't know if the WWJD bracelet would have influenced my opinion or not. I did seriously think about the impact my cancellation might have on that particular doctor. For one thing, I am reasonably sure he is not a Christian, since he is from a country where Christians are a very small minority--maybe less than 2% of the population. He sees me on a regular basis, and he has already performed some surgery for me, surgery which I feel was successful, and I have referred friends to him. I will continue to go to him after this surgery, so he will know that I had it done. I wonder how I am going to explain to him that I chose to have someone else do the surgery.
These dilemmas are encountered every day. Do I shop here? Do I buy this? Do I allow my child to participate in that activity? Do I punish my child for something she thought was acceptable but I didn't approve? What would Jesus do? More importantly, what would I do if I realized I was in Jesus's presence? For I am! So I guess what I need is a "WWIDIIRIWIJP?" bracelet.
Love to all, and God bless.
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