I am thankful my "time of life" approaches. It has been a few years of skips, misses, floods, and wondering what is next.
But, what is with this bone-chilling cold? I get the sweating. I can take another shower for the sweating. But, to feel so cold and so frozen that it hurts to even get up and put on a few more layers...what is with that? I am so thankful my husband so kindly covers me with a huge, warm bedspread. I am so thankful that my husband is a warm, even hot bodied furnace between the sheets.
It used to be once a month. the chill. This bone-piercing chill would come upon me in the night where I just could not get warm. And I am a big, fat woman. I got layers of insulation. What do the ladies not so endowed do?? It is like my body is saying, so sorry. We must shut down the temperature regulating thermostat for some hormone fluxuations. Be right back. Yikes! Reboot. And put socks on and pile on the covers. A hot bath will not touch it. ha.
Only God can someday in heaven separate the wheat from the chaff...the hormones from the sin...the tides from the falls.
This has been your hormonal blog alert. We now return you to your regularly scheduled program. The opinions expressed here stem from a well labelled: way too much information for most. But, so sorry, I gotta dump it somewhere as I ponder just What Was That All About.
sweating will commence in three, two, one...
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
Eyjafjallajokull and Northern Lights
http://eldgos.mila.is/eyjafjallajokull-fra-thorolfsfelli/
copy and paste. even after noon our time, it is dark in Iceland and on clear nights, you can watch the northern lights !!! The greens and reds light up the mountain. maybe the moon is helping, but there are definite greens, blues and red.
copy and paste. even after noon our time, it is dark in Iceland and on clear nights, you can watch the northern lights !!! The greens and reds light up the mountain. maybe the moon is helping, but there are definite greens, blues and red.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Do Some Get a Sense the End is Near?
Janet, our music director at church, told the story at Wednesday night Bible Study about how she asked for volunteers to help with props for the children's Christmas play. Carol, a 70 year old retired nurse, called her the same day she made the announcement and volunteered to sew night caps for the play. The very next Sunday, Carol gave Janet the caps, and while Janet thanked Carol, Janet also said she did not need them until December, Carol said she had this sense she needed to get them done.
Carol was walking her dog the very next day, and was struck and killed by a pickup truck. Both her and her dog died. Was the pickup truck driver talking on a cell phone or texting?
Killed on a Monday, I attended her graveside on the next Friday. I bet there were over a hundred nurses in scrubs in attendance. Many spoke about how Carol had taight them and encouraged them. And it looked like some of the people she helped were also there. I think she did home health care, too. One of those quiet behind-the-scenes workers who touched so many lives. Our pastor talked about how he received so many notes and cards and presents of encouragement from Carol over the years. And then he found out he was not the only one.
Carol was walking her dog the very next day, and was struck and killed by a pickup truck. Both her and her dog died. Was the pickup truck driver talking on a cell phone or texting?
Killed on a Monday, I attended her graveside on the next Friday. I bet there were over a hundred nurses in scrubs in attendance. Many spoke about how Carol had taight them and encouraged them. And it looked like some of the people she helped were also there. I think she did home health care, too. One of those quiet behind-the-scenes workers who touched so many lives. Our pastor talked about how he received so many notes and cards and presents of encouragement from Carol over the years. And then he found out he was not the only one.
Monday, November 15, 2010
I got a shout out !
I got a shout out from Liz today on the B-Cast. She got my knitted coaster in the mail and was using it! I am glad she liked it. Liz likes these heavy Starbucks mugs, and she has to set them down carefully on the glass desk or table top they use on the B-Cast. I saw a need. I like to knit dish rags, but a two strand rag makes a nice, thick coaster. I showed Bob the show this evening, too! YAY
The B-Cast with Scott and Liz
Bob's 13 year old plymouth is in the shop. It needed an oil change, and inspection, so today seemed a good day to do it as Bob had a dental appointment in Fort Worth, and meetings there. So, we dropped off the plymouth, then I took him downtown.
Well, the water pump needs replacing and the belt that drives everything. Lovely. But, for $500 it should last another year. ha. And an extra car will come in handy until Ben is done with college, and to go visit Amber. So, it is worth it. The tires on it are pretty new. And I just re-did the other sticker. The back windows leak a little, and it burns oil... but, don't we all?
The B-Cast with Scott and Liz
Bob's 13 year old plymouth is in the shop. It needed an oil change, and inspection, so today seemed a good day to do it as Bob had a dental appointment in Fort Worth, and meetings there. So, we dropped off the plymouth, then I took him downtown.
Well, the water pump needs replacing and the belt that drives everything. Lovely. But, for $500 it should last another year. ha. And an extra car will come in handy until Ben is done with college, and to go visit Amber. So, it is worth it. The tires on it are pretty new. And I just re-did the other sticker. The back windows leak a little, and it burns oil... but, don't we all?
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
This one made me chuckle today
1. you know those emails you get from folks? Most I delete. But, this one made me chuckle.
2. I am not a superstituous person. I am a bad speller, but that is for another post. ha Anyway, when threatened with bad luck or out and out rejection of the Lord Himself if I do not forward, I am declaring right here and now: I do not forward under threats. I occassionally forward if it is cute or funny, or if I think my dear husband would like it.
3. I do not know who wrote this, but enjoy:
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The Blackberry Blues by anonymous
When I bought my Blackberry I thought about the 30-year business I ran with 1800 employees, all without a cell phone that plays music, takes videos, pictures and communicates with Facebook and Twitter. I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my seven kids, their spouses, 13 grandkids and 2 great grand kids could communicate with me in the modern way. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space.
That was before one of my grandkids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix and something that sends every message to my cell phone and every other program within the texting
world.
My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.
The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue tooth [it's red] phone I am supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my wife and
everyone in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me. I had to take my hearing aid out to use it, and I got a little loud.
I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dashboard, but the lady inside that gadget was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time. Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, "Re-calc-ul-ating." You would think that she could be nicer. It was like she could barely tolerate me. She would let go with a deep
sigh and then tell me to make a U-turn at the next light. Then if I made a right turn instead.well, it was not a good relationship.
When I get really lost now, I call my wife
and tell her the name of the cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me.
To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to
learn how to use the cordless phones in our house. We have had them for 4 years, but I still haven't figured out how I can lose three phones all at once and have run around digging under chair cushions and checking bathrooms and the dirty laundry baskets when the phone rings.
The world is just getting too complex for me. They even mess me up every time I go to the grocery store. You would think they could settle on something themselves but this sudden "Paper or Plastic?" every time I check out just knocks me for a loop. I bought some of those cloth reusable bags to avoid looking confused, but I never remember to take them in with me.
Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, "Paper or Plastic?" I just say, "Doesn't matter to me. I am bi-sacksual." Then it's their turn to stare at me with a blank look.
I was recently asked if I tweet. I answered, No, but I do toot a lot."
PS I know some of you are not over 50. I
sent it to you to allow you to forward it to
those who are.
2. I am not a superstituous person. I am a bad speller, but that is for another post. ha Anyway, when threatened with bad luck or out and out rejection of the Lord Himself if I do not forward, I am declaring right here and now: I do not forward under threats. I occassionally forward if it is cute or funny, or if I think my dear husband would like it.
3. I do not know who wrote this, but enjoy:
--------------------------------------------------
The Blackberry Blues by anonymous
When I bought my Blackberry I thought about the 30-year business I ran with 1800 employees, all without a cell phone that plays music, takes videos, pictures and communicates with Facebook and Twitter. I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my seven kids, their spouses, 13 grandkids and 2 great grand kids could communicate with me in the modern way. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space.
That was before one of my grandkids hooked me up for Tweeter, Tweetree, Twhirl, Twitterfon, Tweetie and Twittererific Tweetdeck, Twitpix and something that sends every message to my cell phone and every other program within the texting
world.
My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.
The kids bought me a GPS for my last birthday because they say I get lost every now and then going over to the grocery store or library. I keep that in a box under my tool bench with the Blue tooth [it's red] phone I am supposed to use when I drive. I wore it once and was standing in line at Barnes and Noble talking to my wife and
everyone in the nearest 50 yards was glaring at me. I had to take my hearing aid out to use it, and I got a little loud.
I mean the GPS looked pretty smart on my dashboard, but the lady inside that gadget was the most annoying, rudest person I had run into in a long time. Every 10 minutes, she would sarcastically say, "Re-calc-ul-ating." You would think that she could be nicer. It was like she could barely tolerate me. She would let go with a deep
sigh and then tell me to make a U-turn at the next light. Then if I made a right turn instead.well, it was not a good relationship.
When I get really lost now, I call my wife
and tell her the name of the cross streets and while she is starting to develop the same tone as Gypsy, the GPS lady, at least she loves me.
To be perfectly frank, I am still trying to
learn how to use the cordless phones in our house. We have had them for 4 years, but I still haven't figured out how I can lose three phones all at once and have run around digging under chair cushions and checking bathrooms and the dirty laundry baskets when the phone rings.
The world is just getting too complex for me. They even mess me up every time I go to the grocery store. You would think they could settle on something themselves but this sudden "Paper or Plastic?" every time I check out just knocks me for a loop. I bought some of those cloth reusable bags to avoid looking confused, but I never remember to take them in with me.
Now I toss it back to them. When they ask me, "Paper or Plastic?" I just say, "Doesn't matter to me. I am bi-sacksual." Then it's their turn to stare at me with a blank look.
I was recently asked if I tweet. I answered, No, but I do toot a lot."
PS I know some of you are not over 50. I
sent it to you to allow you to forward it to
those who are.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Post Election Gleanings
I am most impressed with Oklahoma: they had the courage to ban sharia law on their ballots yesterday. Way to go Oklahoma!!! Now all the states need to follow their lead.
Michelle Malkin is worth a read, and a warning. We still need to watch the politicians because power corrupts. http://michellemalkin.com/
And for humor: IMAO (new parents, too!) http://www.imao.us/
Congratulations even from New Zealand: http://www.newzeal.blogspot.com/
Michelle Malkin is worth a read, and a warning. We still need to watch the politicians because power corrupts. http://michellemalkin.com/
And for humor: IMAO (new parents, too!) http://www.imao.us/
Congratulations even from New Zealand: http://www.newzeal.blogspot.com/
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Baseball Stats
I find it so amusing to listen to the radio guys giving baseballs stats. Seems like in baseball they keep track of everything. My favorite so far this morning...post World Series: Hal Jay, our local morning fun guy: "The First time the Texas Rangers have lost a game in November."
That says it all. They tried. The game they won was awesome. But, last night, they were out-pitched by this dude that reminded me of the skate-boarder, ski olympic winner dude.
And I learned a lot about baseball. Baseball, as Bob says, is a game of inches. And luck, and weird bounces, and funky rules.
What does the umpire behind the plate actually see? wish they'd put a camera on his forehead. How in the world can he tell there whether it is a strike?
It was fun. Our lives revolved around catching the games. We ran outside during the singing of the national anthem to watch the flyover go by. We enjoyed all the patriotism, all the hoopla, all the comments.
The only thing I did not like was the spitting. That is gross. And the adjusting. Good grief. Why wear such tight "uniforms" that pinch and cause manly parts to need adjusting? I don't get that. And what is with all the long, flowing hair? And licking their fingers---with dirty hats and balls, and the spitting---it is a wonder they are not all sick with the crud.
The World Series was such a surprise. It was not something we planned on. It definitely caught the whole town by surprise. Arlington has been gearing up for the Superbowl. Streets are tore up and being redone for that. But, Arlington got a kick in its economy's pants with all the extra revenue from all these World Series games.
Now, today is Election Day. Time to take out the trash. Time to hold our elected servants responsible. Time to exercise our freedom.
People wait in long lines for tickets to the sporting events. Would people wait in long lines to vote? No, this is America. We make voting easy. By mail, by machine, by early voting...and tomorrow, the calls will stop. Halelujah. Two and three robo calls a day. Thank heavens for caller ID.
That says it all. They tried. The game they won was awesome. But, last night, they were out-pitched by this dude that reminded me of the skate-boarder, ski olympic winner dude.
And I learned a lot about baseball. Baseball, as Bob says, is a game of inches. And luck, and weird bounces, and funky rules.
What does the umpire behind the plate actually see? wish they'd put a camera on his forehead. How in the world can he tell there whether it is a strike?
It was fun. Our lives revolved around catching the games. We ran outside during the singing of the national anthem to watch the flyover go by. We enjoyed all the patriotism, all the hoopla, all the comments.
The only thing I did not like was the spitting. That is gross. And the adjusting. Good grief. Why wear such tight "uniforms" that pinch and cause manly parts to need adjusting? I don't get that. And what is with all the long, flowing hair? And licking their fingers---with dirty hats and balls, and the spitting---it is a wonder they are not all sick with the crud.
The World Series was such a surprise. It was not something we planned on. It definitely caught the whole town by surprise. Arlington has been gearing up for the Superbowl. Streets are tore up and being redone for that. But, Arlington got a kick in its economy's pants with all the extra revenue from all these World Series games.
Now, today is Election Day. Time to take out the trash. Time to hold our elected servants responsible. Time to exercise our freedom.
People wait in long lines for tickets to the sporting events. Would people wait in long lines to vote? No, this is America. We make voting easy. By mail, by machine, by early voting...and tomorrow, the calls will stop. Halelujah. Two and three robo calls a day. Thank heavens for caller ID.
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