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February 11, 2015
Wildlife Wednesday - just venting again
Photo taken from the website posting this article. I wasn’t going to do Wildlife Wednesday, because I was afraid you would get tired of me constantly being on my soapbox, but when I saw this article on-line this morning, I knew I had to jump on that soapbox again. Can you believe it? In whose world is it ever okay to hunt an endangered animal? What is wrong with these people? Or am I misreading this? Does it really say they are considering making it legal to trade rhino horns?
I kind of get what they are thinking. Same as making marijuana legal in this country – that then there is control over what’s going on. You can regulate it, tax it, put limits on how much is available, someone besides the criminals is making money. Ok, maybe that will work with a plant that people can grow, but an animal?
According to the World Wildlife Fund there are just over 4,800 wild black rhinos in Africa, putting their status as “critically endangered”. Estimates are that there are 20,000 white rhinos, so they are only considered “near threatened”.
Near threatened? That is the list that the Monarch butterfly and the Albacore Tuna are on, if that puts it in perspective for you. I really did not think that the white rhino was doing that well. I think that if there were 20,000 human beings left on the planet, they would all be in a bit of a panic. I don’t know. It would probably be a good thing if the human population got that low. I bet then the black rhino population would surge.
Just venting again.
Absolutely beautiful animals. And don't you want to take that baby home?Picture from the WWF website.
February 8, 2015
Sleeping with the Lion and the Lamb
Psalm 4
O God, you have declared me perfect in your eyes; you have always cared for me in my distress; now hear me as I call again. Have mercy on me. Hear my prayer.
2 The Lord God asks, “Sons of men, will you forever turn my glory into shame by worshiping these silly idols, when every claim that’s made for them is false?”
3 Mark this well: The Lord has set apart the redeemed for himself. Therefore he will listen to me and answer when I call to him. 4 Stand before the Lord in awe, and do not sin against him. Lie quietly upon your bed in silent meditation. 5 Put your trust in the Lord, and offer him pleasing sacrifices.
6 Many say that God will never help us. Prove them wrong, O Lord, by letting the light of your face shine down upon us. 7 Yes, the gladness you have given me is far greater than their joys at harvest time as they gaze at their bountiful crops. 8 I will lie down in peace and sleep, for though I am alone, O Lord, you will keep me safe.
Psalm 4, The Living Bible
Back to reading the book of Psalms. Here is another beautiful song written by David . The last lines make me think of the picture of the lion lying down with the lamb. Sorry I don't have a picture of them together.
O God, you have declared me perfect in your eyes; you have always cared for me in my distress; now hear me as I call again. Have mercy on me. Hear my prayer.
2 The Lord God asks, “Sons of men, will you forever turn my glory into shame by worshiping these silly idols, when every claim that’s made for them is false?”
3 Mark this well: The Lord has set apart the redeemed for himself. Therefore he will listen to me and answer when I call to him. 4 Stand before the Lord in awe, and do not sin against him. Lie quietly upon your bed in silent meditation. 5 Put your trust in the Lord, and offer him pleasing sacrifices.
6 Many say that God will never help us. Prove them wrong, O Lord, by letting the light of your face shine down upon us. 7 Yes, the gladness you have given me is far greater than their joys at harvest time as they gaze at their bountiful crops. 8 I will lie down in peace and sleep, for though I am alone, O Lord, you will keep me safe.
Psalm 4, The Living Bible
Back to reading the book of Psalms. Here is another beautiful song written by David . The last lines make me think of the picture of the lion lying down with the lamb. Sorry I don't have a picture of them together.
February 6, 2015
Us Goofy Lutheran Ladies
The Lutheran Ladies are sassy, have strong-spined opinions, and have stepped out of your office, your kid's soccer club, or your church to live on these pages. They deal with change--sometimes poorly--but with humor and heartache, they're on life's journey.
In Book One: Plucking One String, Vera Henley has pulled the strings of the Lutheran Ladies Circle for years; now everything has unraveled. Traditions are changing, even the annual rummage sale can't escape modernization. And the independent Circle women are cheering the changes--all except for Vera. Her humorous efforts to stop time are often heart-breaking. And when her high-maintenance, crazy aunt introduces even more rebellion and upheaval, Vera is forced to pick through the chaos and choose: Which threads of change should she pluck--and which should she let go?
When I discovered this ebook for free on Amazon.com, I had to get it. It sounded so familiar. The outside world imagines that not only the Lutheran Ladies, but all church ladies are saints - sewing clothes for third world children, cooking once a week at the soup kitchen, being the first to volunteer for the winter outerwear drive, and certainly never thinking – much less saying – a cross thing to another soul. Well, welcome to the real world. All of us church ladies are sinners like everyone else. We cop attitudes, we can be slobs, we don’t volunteer at every opportunity. We are human, but we continue to serve Jello salad at every occasion and we will attend all the major church functions.
The true joy of reading this book for me was that a few years ago a group of women from my own church decided to start our own women’s group. Our thought was that all the older women in their own women’s groups were getting older and someday the next generation was going to have to take over. So there we are – getting ourselves in way over our heads, coming up with more ideas than we can possibly ever bring to fruition, but maybe, hopefully, there will be a generation to follow us. My words of advice? Get involved, where ever you are, and don’t be afraid to speak up. All things can be changed.
February 3, 2015
A Bunny Tale
On my way home from town on Sunday, I ran over a chipmunk. As he sprinted under my car, I debated whether I should brake or accelerate, trying to calculate just what his speed was in relation to mine. Before I could decide, I heard the sickening thunk. I looked in my review mirror and saw his tiny limp body.
That brought back some memories. I had just returned home from my second year of college. My parents had gone camping for the weekend. A friend (a male friend!) from college called to say that he and his family were in town camping for the weekend and would I like to go fishing.
I naturally said, yes, though fishing wasn’t high on my list of favorite activities, but it was a sunny day and any sunny day in a boat on the lake would be a good one. I changed clothes and jumped in Mom’s car. I swear I never heard any instructions about not running around in her car.
I truly was driving safely, watching the road, hands at two and ten o’clock. I was not speeding to get to town. But that darn rabbit came out of nowhere. I slammed on the brakes this time.
Thunk. It was the first time I had ever hit anything with the car. I stopped in the middle of the road and looked in the mirror. His fluffy bunny body lay twitching near the yellow center line.
What should I do, I asked myself. Surely I couldn’t save him. Should I carry him (kick him?) to the side of the road? Let his final resting place be the gravel ditch? The grassy bank?
His body stopped twitching and lay still on the road. I looked ahead, down the road towards town.
Sigh. There was really nothing I could do. I drove on.
When I returned home later that evening, his body was gone.
Was I too much of a softy then? Am I still? Isn’t that okay though? Isn’t it better to be kindhearted to all of God’s creatures? And why can’t the rest of the world have that kind of compassion? Have any kind of compassion towards other human beings?
February 1, 2015
How was your hometown?
It is February 1 already. Where did the month of January go? Next Sunday, I promise to move onto new inspiration on my Sunday blog. I just wanted to share one last excerpt from "The Early Life of Jesus in 40 Days".Last summer I started walking the streets of my town and sharing them here. I think that every town and city has something good going for it.
As well as a few places to avoid.
And some animals to avoid.
But apparently the town where Jesus was raised had very few positive attributes.
Day 31On arrival, he settled in the village of Nazareth. This move was a fulfillment of the prophetic words, “He shall be called a Nazarene.” (Matthew 2:23)A verse from the book of John doesn’t make it sound as if Nazareth was a respected city. “Nazareth!” exclaimed Nathanael. “Can anything good come from Nazareth?” “Come and see for yourself,” Philip replied. (John 1:46 NLT)What do we know about the city of Nazareth at the time of Jesus? Nazareth, in the province of Galilee, was north of Jerusalem and near the city of Cana. There were rocky precipices around the city, from which a person could not be thrown and survive. In fact, in Luke 4:29, we’re told a crowd, disagreeing with Jesus’ teaching, tried throwing Him from one such cliff. The city was generally known for having a lack of culture, residents with an unpolished dialect, and a degree of moral negligence.There is no mention of Nazareth in the Old Testament, so where does the prophecy that Jesus would be a Nazarene or a resident of Nazareth come from? Because the town and its people were so looked down upon, the terms “Nazarene” and “despised” were considered synonymous. Likewise, in several places in the Old Testament, Jesus is referred to as one who would be despised (Isaiah 53:3, Psalm 22:6).
What kind of town do you come from? Did it have tree-lined streets, beds of blooming flowers on every corner, and several whitewashed churches? Or was it filled with empty brick buildings, polluted air, and more than its fair share of taverns and liquor stores? How much of your current life was influenced by your childhood hometown?
(Excerpt from "The Early Life of Jesus in 40 Days", published by Life Sentence Publishing.)
As well as a few places to avoid.
And some animals to avoid.
But apparently the town where Jesus was raised had very few positive attributes.
Day 31On arrival, he settled in the village of Nazareth. This move was a fulfillment of the prophetic words, “He shall be called a Nazarene.” (Matthew 2:23)A verse from the book of John doesn’t make it sound as if Nazareth was a respected city. “Nazareth!” exclaimed Nathanael. “Can anything good come from Nazareth?” “Come and see for yourself,” Philip replied. (John 1:46 NLT)What do we know about the city of Nazareth at the time of Jesus? Nazareth, in the province of Galilee, was north of Jerusalem and near the city of Cana. There were rocky precipices around the city, from which a person could not be thrown and survive. In fact, in Luke 4:29, we’re told a crowd, disagreeing with Jesus’ teaching, tried throwing Him from one such cliff. The city was generally known for having a lack of culture, residents with an unpolished dialect, and a degree of moral negligence.There is no mention of Nazareth in the Old Testament, so where does the prophecy that Jesus would be a Nazarene or a resident of Nazareth come from? Because the town and its people were so looked down upon, the terms “Nazarene” and “despised” were considered synonymous. Likewise, in several places in the Old Testament, Jesus is referred to as one who would be despised (Isaiah 53:3, Psalm 22:6).
What kind of town do you come from? Did it have tree-lined streets, beds of blooming flowers on every corner, and several whitewashed churches? Or was it filled with empty brick buildings, polluted air, and more than its fair share of taverns and liquor stores? How much of your current life was influenced by your childhood hometown?
(Excerpt from "The Early Life of Jesus in 40 Days", published by Life Sentence Publishing.)
January 30, 2015
Flashback Friday - Speak for Yourself
I was wondering what picture from my past I could share with you today. It seemed like an awful lot of work to find a picture in a photo album and scan it. Instead I looked through the few pictures I already have scanned into the family archives of the computer and came across this gem. Ok, so it’s not very pretty. It is a newspaper clipping from 1979 so it didn’t scan very well. I tweeked it and edited it as much I could, but I guess you will just have to use your imagination. A few years ago, when I found this clipping amongst my aging high school memorabilia, I was struck by the connections I still had with these people.
I lost track of Kathy, my best friend from high school, until a few years ago, when her dad passed away. Then, thanks to the internet, it has been easy to keep in touch again. I was in Bible study with Pam for a while and still work with her husband. Laura’s brother was also in Bible study with me for a long time. A few others I still run into on occasion.
Except of course for the token male of the group. Who knew at the time that Jay would take off for the big lights of Hollywood? And who would have ever guessed that he would die so young?
Crazy how much I remember about these people, and how little I remember about forensics. (I do remember the sweater I was wearing was my sister Pat's.) But the craziest thing is that I was in forensics at all, considering how ridiculously shy and introverted I was.
January 27, 2015
Wildlife Wednesday - just a little rant
Without a doubt, every single creation that God put on this Earth has the right to live, breed and thrive. God didn’t make any mistakes. Every species of animal that was put here was put here for a reason. And yet, one creature give me the willies and I can’t help but wonder. Sometimes I ask, “why?” and sometimes I just can’t even come up with a question. I just have to walk away, shivering.
Insects? No, there’s not a one I have met who has really turned me off. I’m not thrilled by wood ticks. Anyone who lives where I live knows the feeling that seems to hang with us from early spring until late summer. That crawly feeling of a wood tick looking for a place on your body to go after a meal. I can live with wood ticks.
Spiders? Really? They are our friends. They are predators who catch a great deal of mosquitoes. And speaking of mosquitoes, I don’t want any bats in my house, but they are definitely a friend to have in your backyard. I read somewhere that a bat can eat up to 1000 mosquitoes an hour.
And what about those mosquitoes? When they buzz around your ears and attack every piece of open skin they can find? I think it’s all in your head. I ignore them. Sure, they bite, but freaking out about it doesn’t help. Swat the ones you can, but let the rest be (unless you are in a malaria region). You have enough blood and if you just don’t itch, you won’t swell up or anything. Or build a bat house.
Snakes? My only beef with snakes is that they suddenly seem to be there, underfoot or hanging from something. If I know you are there, Mr. Snake, you don’t bother me in the least, just don’t sneak up on me.
On the other end of the spectrum, here where I live, there is a big wolf controversy. People say that wolves are so mean and torture their prey to death. And that they attack dogs and other domesticated animals. The wolves were here first. Is it any different from the African tribes who kill the lions that attack their cattle? Here in America we think that is wrong, but it’s not wrong to kill wolves. I don’t know. I think the predators have as much right to their lifestyles as the prey does.
All of that being sad, there is one animal that makes me squirm. They are so disgusting. I just can’t help it. I don’t even think I can post a picture of one here.
And yet they have a right to live too and not be eaten by those Chinese officials who made the news last week over this. Really? The Giant Salamander is a delicacy in many parts of Asia and eating it is thought to promote long life. Really? How can anyone eat such a horribly ugly creepy-looking animal? Even when I have come across those little black salamanders with red spots in my woodpile, I freak out. They are just plain gross. I don’t care how big or small they are.
But I wouldn’t eat one! And I wouldn’t want to see any of their species wiped off the planet. We need to just leave alone enough dank swampy places all over the world, and just let them do their thing. And keep them away from me.
Actually if you go to this website, you will see that most amphibians are rather creepy, except maybe for this Hewitt Ghost Frog.
(Hewitt Ghost Frog picture from http://www.edgeofexistence.org/amphib...)
Ok, now I will get off my soapbox and go about my usual life.
Insects? No, there’s not a one I have met who has really turned me off. I’m not thrilled by wood ticks. Anyone who lives where I live knows the feeling that seems to hang with us from early spring until late summer. That crawly feeling of a wood tick looking for a place on your body to go after a meal. I can live with wood ticks.
Spiders? Really? They are our friends. They are predators who catch a great deal of mosquitoes. And speaking of mosquitoes, I don’t want any bats in my house, but they are definitely a friend to have in your backyard. I read somewhere that a bat can eat up to 1000 mosquitoes an hour.
And what about those mosquitoes? When they buzz around your ears and attack every piece of open skin they can find? I think it’s all in your head. I ignore them. Sure, they bite, but freaking out about it doesn’t help. Swat the ones you can, but let the rest be (unless you are in a malaria region). You have enough blood and if you just don’t itch, you won’t swell up or anything. Or build a bat house.
Snakes? My only beef with snakes is that they suddenly seem to be there, underfoot or hanging from something. If I know you are there, Mr. Snake, you don’t bother me in the least, just don’t sneak up on me.
On the other end of the spectrum, here where I live, there is a big wolf controversy. People say that wolves are so mean and torture their prey to death. And that they attack dogs and other domesticated animals. The wolves were here first. Is it any different from the African tribes who kill the lions that attack their cattle? Here in America we think that is wrong, but it’s not wrong to kill wolves. I don’t know. I think the predators have as much right to their lifestyles as the prey does.
All of that being sad, there is one animal that makes me squirm. They are so disgusting. I just can’t help it. I don’t even think I can post a picture of one here.
And yet they have a right to live too and not be eaten by those Chinese officials who made the news last week over this. Really? The Giant Salamander is a delicacy in many parts of Asia and eating it is thought to promote long life. Really? How can anyone eat such a horribly ugly creepy-looking animal? Even when I have come across those little black salamanders with red spots in my woodpile, I freak out. They are just plain gross. I don’t care how big or small they are.
But I wouldn’t eat one! And I wouldn’t want to see any of their species wiped off the planet. We need to just leave alone enough dank swampy places all over the world, and just let them do their thing. And keep them away from me.
Actually if you go to this website, you will see that most amphibians are rather creepy, except maybe for this Hewitt Ghost Frog.
(Hewitt Ghost Frog picture from http://www.edgeofexistence.org/amphib...)
Ok, now I will get off my soapbox and go about my usual life.
January 25, 2015
Back to Acceptance
Sorry that I don’t have an inspirational blog to share this Sunday. Well, maybe you will find this inspirational. It may inspire you to never give up, never surrender. And that the experts aren’t always the ones who are going to get you the help you need.
If you read yesterday’s blog, you know that my internet connection died. As I was posting that, however, I was confident that my internet would be back up and running on Monday, and that I would survive until then.
When I got home from town yesterday, there was a voice mail from my internet server, someone named Dan, reporting to me that my issue had been resolved and my help ticket had been closed. Hmm? Earlier in the day, when I had ended the hour-long conversation with some marginally helpful woman, it was my understanding that a technician was coming to my house on Monday to fix my problem. To me, that didn’t mean my issue was resolved.
I called back to the help desk and got someone young man named Juan, or something like that. I told him that I just wanted to make sure that someone was still coming to my house on Monday to fix my internet. He wanted to know what the problem was. I told him about the long conversation I had had three hours before and what the resolution was. He told me to go to my computer and try typing in – when I interrupted him. Could he just tell me if someone was coming on Monday?
He put me on hold (oh, and by the way I was on hold for fifteen minutes before I got Juan in the first place). When he came back on the line, he sounded confused but was convinced that no one was coming to my house. I asked him why. He said the issue had been resolved. I asked him who did that. He said someone named Mark. Who is Mark, I wondered, but before I could ask, Juan asked me again to go to my computer and type in some IDP number or something.
I told him again that I had spent an hour with some woman typing in two hundred different numbers, letters and messages and the problem was not resolved. He just kept talking and wouldn’t shut up. I started out kindly trying to get him to stop, but it kind of escalated until I was yelling at him, “shut up, shut up, shut up!” I was so loud that the dog started barking.
Finally he quit talking long enough to say, “don’t yell at me”. I said I was sorry and that I would try something else, and I hung up.
I called back a few minutes later, was on hold again for 15 or 20 minutes, before I finally got through to Keith. I told him what had happened and that I had lost my temper with the last rep and I was sorry about that, but I just wanted someone to listen.
Keith patiently listened and when I was done, he said, “there are a few things we could try, but I think that you have already tried everything possible. I think we should just send you a new modem. The request won’t go in until Monday, but you should have it by Wednesday.”
Wednesday? Ok, I can deal with this until then, I just need to know that this will work. I was pretty sure it would, coz we have had problems with our external modem in the past and all it takes is getting a new one set up.
Throughout the day yesterday I would check my connection just for fun. The computer just kept saying, “No internet connection”. I could check email and stuff again every day from work starting on Monday. I would survive.
When we went to bed last night, I decided to turn everything off and unhook all the internet connections and just let the whole thing sleep overnight. I got up this morning, and also just for fun, I unhooked the other end of the cables, turned them around and plugged them back in. Just for fun.
The icon in the bottom right hand corner glowed, “internet connection available”.
I don’t know. I guess some days are diamonds, some days are stones. I don’t think this connection will last, but it is what it is. Maybe only a rhinestone, but I’ll take it.
If you read yesterday’s blog, you know that my internet connection died. As I was posting that, however, I was confident that my internet would be back up and running on Monday, and that I would survive until then.
When I got home from town yesterday, there was a voice mail from my internet server, someone named Dan, reporting to me that my issue had been resolved and my help ticket had been closed. Hmm? Earlier in the day, when I had ended the hour-long conversation with some marginally helpful woman, it was my understanding that a technician was coming to my house on Monday to fix my problem. To me, that didn’t mean my issue was resolved.
I called back to the help desk and got someone young man named Juan, or something like that. I told him that I just wanted to make sure that someone was still coming to my house on Monday to fix my internet. He wanted to know what the problem was. I told him about the long conversation I had had three hours before and what the resolution was. He told me to go to my computer and try typing in – when I interrupted him. Could he just tell me if someone was coming on Monday?
He put me on hold (oh, and by the way I was on hold for fifteen minutes before I got Juan in the first place). When he came back on the line, he sounded confused but was convinced that no one was coming to my house. I asked him why. He said the issue had been resolved. I asked him who did that. He said someone named Mark. Who is Mark, I wondered, but before I could ask, Juan asked me again to go to my computer and type in some IDP number or something.
I told him again that I had spent an hour with some woman typing in two hundred different numbers, letters and messages and the problem was not resolved. He just kept talking and wouldn’t shut up. I started out kindly trying to get him to stop, but it kind of escalated until I was yelling at him, “shut up, shut up, shut up!” I was so loud that the dog started barking.
Finally he quit talking long enough to say, “don’t yell at me”. I said I was sorry and that I would try something else, and I hung up.
I called back a few minutes later, was on hold again for 15 or 20 minutes, before I finally got through to Keith. I told him what had happened and that I had lost my temper with the last rep and I was sorry about that, but I just wanted someone to listen.
Keith patiently listened and when I was done, he said, “there are a few things we could try, but I think that you have already tried everything possible. I think we should just send you a new modem. The request won’t go in until Monday, but you should have it by Wednesday.”
Wednesday? Ok, I can deal with this until then, I just need to know that this will work. I was pretty sure it would, coz we have had problems with our external modem in the past and all it takes is getting a new one set up.
Throughout the day yesterday I would check my connection just for fun. The computer just kept saying, “No internet connection”. I could check email and stuff again every day from work starting on Monday. I would survive.
When we went to bed last night, I decided to turn everything off and unhook all the internet connections and just let the whole thing sleep overnight. I got up this morning, and also just for fun, I unhooked the other end of the cables, turned them around and plugged them back in. Just for fun.
The icon in the bottom right hand corner glowed, “internet connection available”.
I don’t know. I guess some days are diamonds, some days are stones. I don’t think this connection will last, but it is what it is. Maybe only a rhinestone, but I’ll take it.
January 24, 2015
And I'm Down til Monday
I had a totally unexpected glitch in the system yesterday. My internet connection went out on me. It has been funky and unreliable for the last few months. We blamed it on the fact that there is just too much information out there, too many YouTube videos, too much noise in the airwaves, and the antique (isn’t anything a couple years old an antique nowadays?) phone lines that our internet enters my house via (though my internet server says it is broadband or high speed or something) just cannot keep up. I think that it is kind of like our brains. I know my brain can only handle so much before it starts to shut down.
I just spent an entire hour on the phone with customer service. She made me type in twenty-nine hundred different things and the whole time I kept telling her, but it says I have no internet access, I don't think this going to work. She answered with, but all the lights are blinking on your modem so the internet is getting into your house just not into your computer.
Well, I do have to admit that I know next to nothing about this, but I do know that my problems have never been solved by sitting on the phone with customer service for an hour.
So someone's coming out on Monday.
So I drove into my place of employment this morning and borrowed their internet to post this, just so I can get this posted, as well as take care of two other things in my ebox that shouldn't wait until next week.
I'm trying not to have a meltdown. I start to go into the DTs when I am not connected to the internet every few hours. I know, that is a bad thing and I need to disconnect more often for longer periods of time. And I will, but just not right now, when I have a bunch of deadlines coming up. Ok, granted, they are deadlines in my own head, because if I don’t give myself deadlines, I pretty much don’t get anything done. Isn’t everyone else the say way? The problem is that none of my deadlines can be met without internet excess. Snail mail? Yea, that’s not going to happen and if it did, guess what? I need to look up the addresses on the internet first anyway.
I suppose this should teach me a lesson. Just like my cell phone. I don’t know anyone’s phone numbers anymore, all I do is look up their phone number on my cell phone, even if I am going to call them from my landline (because I don’t have cell phone coverage at my house in the woods), I look up their number on the cell first. I have a couple physical addresses in my cell phone too, but just tonight, I said, enough of that and I did write them down with pen on paper and stuck the paper in my paper address book.
I was thinking about running into town again tonight and tomorrow to go online and take care of stuff, post blogs, check Facebook, etc. But you know what? I am just going to disconnect until Monday. It may do me some good. See ya then.
I just spent an entire hour on the phone with customer service. She made me type in twenty-nine hundred different things and the whole time I kept telling her, but it says I have no internet access, I don't think this going to work. She answered with, but all the lights are blinking on your modem so the internet is getting into your house just not into your computer.
Well, I do have to admit that I know next to nothing about this, but I do know that my problems have never been solved by sitting on the phone with customer service for an hour.
So someone's coming out on Monday.
So I drove into my place of employment this morning and borrowed their internet to post this, just so I can get this posted, as well as take care of two other things in my ebox that shouldn't wait until next week.
I'm trying not to have a meltdown. I start to go into the DTs when I am not connected to the internet every few hours. I know, that is a bad thing and I need to disconnect more often for longer periods of time. And I will, but just not right now, when I have a bunch of deadlines coming up. Ok, granted, they are deadlines in my own head, because if I don’t give myself deadlines, I pretty much don’t get anything done. Isn’t everyone else the say way? The problem is that none of my deadlines can be met without internet excess. Snail mail? Yea, that’s not going to happen and if it did, guess what? I need to look up the addresses on the internet first anyway.
I suppose this should teach me a lesson. Just like my cell phone. I don’t know anyone’s phone numbers anymore, all I do is look up their phone number on my cell phone, even if I am going to call them from my landline (because I don’t have cell phone coverage at my house in the woods), I look up their number on the cell first. I have a couple physical addresses in my cell phone too, but just tonight, I said, enough of that and I did write them down with pen on paper and stuck the paper in my paper address book.
I was thinking about running into town again tonight and tomorrow to go online and take care of stuff, post blogs, check Facebook, etc. But you know what? I am just going to disconnect until Monday. It may do me some good. See ya then.
January 22, 2015
Hubby's Man-Cave
I’m sitting here tonight wasting time watching “Rehab Addict” on HGTV. It is one of the few shows I watch, and most of the other shows I watch are on HGTV as well (House Hunters, Fixer Upper, Property Brothers). You remember that I am pretty much as boring as they come.
So I watch those shows, and think, “how I wish I could remodel my house like that!” Instead, the extent of remodeling I do is to paint. Or let the hubby paint.
The first week of January, which I talked the hubby into taking off with me, I managed to leave him home while I went to Michigan with my daughter. He was pretty happy to see me go so he could paint his man-cave by himself.
All that was left for me when I got home was to put the room back together.
Before the room was painted in black and white checkerboard, it actually was Packer green and yellow. I was too lazy to scan those pictures tonight, but I promise to some day break out the old photo albums and scan all the before, during and after pictures of my house from the last 24 years.
Someday, we will also put a ceiling in this room and hopefully I will be able to talk the hubby into taking the fiberglass insulation out of the windows and let me hang curtains.
So I watch those shows, and think, “how I wish I could remodel my house like that!” Instead, the extent of remodeling I do is to paint. Or let the hubby paint.
The first week of January, which I talked the hubby into taking off with me, I managed to leave him home while I went to Michigan with my daughter. He was pretty happy to see me go so he could paint his man-cave by himself.
All that was left for me when I got home was to put the room back together.
Before the room was painted in black and white checkerboard, it actually was Packer green and yellow. I was too lazy to scan those pictures tonight, but I promise to some day break out the old photo albums and scan all the before, during and after pictures of my house from the last 24 years.Someday, we will also put a ceiling in this room and hopefully I will be able to talk the hubby into taking the fiberglass insulation out of the windows and let me hang curtains.
