Never before in my life have I needed to leave Provo so badly.  I think if Sav and I stay in this town for a day longer, people across the world will watch the news tonight and see that there was a mass killing in Provo.  This isn’t because we’re disposed to kill people.  Actually, we’re quite pleasant.

The fact is that we are human and it’s been a stressful week.  And I know people can’t read our minds and know that we’re stressed, but sometimes those people get on our nerves.  And believe me, they would be the first to go when we snap.  (Maybe I should stress that Sav and I aren’t going to kill anyone.  It’s a figure of speak and a joke.)  But the stress is real.  The short fuses are real.  And the people who are getting on our nerves are real.  And because they won’t go away, it’s time to get out of town.  Or we will snap in the form of words (a good deal of which might be profane).

So this year, I’m thankful for Thanksgiving.  Even if Thanksgiving is with my future in-laws who have the unique ability to stress my fiancée beyond any others.  Hopefully things go smoothly and no one gets hurt.

By the way, I love Thanksgiving.  Second to Christmas.

Currently listening to: “Carol of the Bells” by Barenaked Ladies

Sometimes waking up on the wrong side of the bed has nothing to do with it.

Today I was made to wake up 2 hours earlier than I intended. I have been meaning to give Murphy a bath since Saturday, but have been postponing it because of oversleeping. I hate waking up early. I’m not a morning person and I’d really rather work into the morning than during, but because of love of dog, I was prepared to wake up early and give him his much (MUCH) needed bath.

Today I woke up, like I said, NOT on the wrong side of the bed, but into a painful reality that I will, unfortunately, have to live with for the rest of my life. And when you’re me, and have been working your ass off your entire twenty-something years of existence to prevent just that, it’s excruciatingly hard to accept it.

Can’t say I didn’t see it coming though.

It’s just too damn early.

All I wanted to do this morning was sleep until 7 am.  I wasn’t asking a lot.  But instead, at 6 am, I heard a distant alarm go off.  It wasn’t my alarm.  I tried to ignore it, but it was just loud enough to be annoying.  One of those constant, “BEEH BEEH BEEH…” ones that never quit.  After waiting 5-10 minutes for it to quit on its own, or more hopefully because the owner or one of my roommates had turned it off, I decided I was going to have to walk down the hall, find it, and turn it off.  As I opened my door and entered the hall, something weird happened–it got quieter.  “Weird,” I thought.  Maybe it had stopped?  I stepped back in my room.  Louder.  And then it hit me–the alarm wasn’t it my apartment.  It was either the room (and thus apartment) below me or the apartment above me.  Well, this meant only one thing–I was awake and wasn’t going to sleep anymore.

Top this off with a nice stomach ache that I worried was caused by something I ate yesterday.  After leaving my apartment and feeling so much better, I drew the conclusion that it wasn’t anything I ate, but instead the foul smell of burned eggs that greeted me when I got to my apartment last night.  P.S. the alarm was still going when I left at 7.

Now people might think that I’m worried about living with Sav after marriage.  Personally, I’m so thrilled to be rid of roommates that I could shout it from the roof of the SWKT.  I can’t wait to clean up only messes that we create.  Only wash dishes that we dirty.  And only have to smell foods that we cook.  I can’t wait to have our own space.  I also can’t wait to not have to leave and go to my own apartment.  Being engaged stinks, because you can see the light at the end of the tunnel, but you can’t coax the driver of the train (yep, this is a train we’re riding through the tunnel) to go any faster.  But sorry all my friends still left on the other side of the tunnel, I’m not coming to visit.  But I’ll send you a postcard.

Currently listening to: “Where Did You Go?” by The Mighty Mighty Bosstones

Anyone who knows me knows that I am not much of a morning person.  I love a beautiful sunrise …… but only in photos.  There is not too much I love about mornings except maybe the concept of a snooze button.  Now, in reality, I would love to be an early riser who could get up about 5:30am and go jog (if I can get up at 5:30 then, yes, I can also jog), come home and fix my family breakfast, have my daily quiet time and then take my time getting ready and still be on time to work.  Yes, that is the way that I would love for it to be but I’m pretty sure that even though it was a recessive one in my parents, I believe that I was given an “unearly” gene somewhere in my system.

My mornings are more like this….. hit the snooze button,  hit the snooze button,  hit the snooze button…. get out of bed, stand somewhere between the bed and the bathroom, stare at something until the snooze button goes off again…. slowly go about waking myself up while I manage to get dressed, fix breakfast and get my youngest ready for school.

How safe it is for the rest of the world, I don’t know…. but because of my husband’s work schedule, on most school day mornings I am the one who delivers the youngest to school.  The fortunate thing is that she attends the school in the building where I work.  Some mornings I stay at work when I take her but often I will return home for some quiet time and finish getting ready for work time.

The other day was one of those hurried mornings.  After rushing to get her to school, talking to her teacher, stopping on the way back to the car to have a detailed conversation with two other parents, and running into my office, passing a multitude of parents, I decided to slow my morning back down by stopping at the nearby food mart for a cup of coffee.  Once home I made my way to the mirror for a makeup refresher and noticed something that completely woke me up……my shirt was on but it was on inside out!

Now, you might say that was not a big deal… even stopping to chat with others or going into a public place… it could have been a lot worse and you are probably correct.  It is just the thought of what people may have thought…. it was actually pretty funny (though I had no one to share the humor with) but I laughed, corrected the error and went about my regular routine.

Funny how no one told me that my shirt was on inside out…. maybe they didn’t care, maybe they didn’t want to embarrass or offend or maybe they just didn’t notice… regardless of the reason, if I hadn’t gone back home then I would have really made a fool out of myself at a later time during that day.

Life is kind of like that.  People live their lives seeking and searching and filling voids with “stuff”… actually living life inside out or upside down.  They think they are on the right path but have it mixed up just a little… It is not something uncommon or distinctive of our day and age.  The Bible has stories that took places thousands of years ago and are totally relative to living inside out.

Jephthah  was a prime example of finding out that, though his intentions were good,  he was living inside out.  The story is one we often don’t hear … (I definitely know why it isn’t taught to children…unless you want them to have nightmares).  Jephthah lived in a time period when the Israelites were caught up in idol worship.  They knew about God and even worshiped Him to some extent but their faith was intertwined with false religion… making it easy to get confused about exactly what God wanted.  So, Jephthah was apparently quite the warrior…. he was winning battles but his call out to God to defeat the Ammonites had a twist to it.  Jephthah made a promise to God (remembering that breaking a promise to God was a law that if broken would have been sin… and there was no grace of a savior at that time).  He told God that if he would let him defeat the Ammonites then he promised to sacrifice to God “whatever was the first thing to come out of” his house when he arrived home.

Jephthah defeated the Ammonites, so being a man of his word he headed home ready to sacrifice the first thing that came through his door.  Now I’m not sure what the guy was thinking.  Maybe he was thinking that his beloved dog would come running out to greet him … yes, that would be a sacrifice.  Maybe he was thinking his mother-in-law would step out the door to see who was coming… yes, that would be a sacrifice…a sacrifice maybe or a blessing.  Maybe he was thinking that it would be his wife… maybe he pictured her coming out of the door saying,”Well, it is about time you came home.  Do you know while you and your little warrior buddies were out galavanting all over the countryside I have been here cooking and cleaning and raising a family.  Now get in here and help me already.”  Yes, that would be a blessing… er, uh sacrifice.  In reality though, he had to know that if that was his home then something of value to him would walk through that door and that is exactly what happened.  His precious daughter came out singing praises to God because her father had won against the Ammonites.  He grieved and told her of his promise to God…. she understood and agreed that he needed to keep his promise and Jephthah killed his daughter as a burnt offering.

So what is so “inside out” about keeping a promise to God?  Probably nothing if it was actually a promise that God would approve of (however, I’m not so sure how God feels about cutting a deal with him) but that was the problem.  Jephthah had his faith mixed up with the false religions of those around him… nothing pure about what he believed.  And because of that mixed up faith he ended up doing the unspeakable…. he was no different that those around him.  He definitely needed someone to tell him to turn his shirt inside out.  That what he was he was doing was honorable but not necessary.  There was a wholesome way to give praises to God that did not require a human sacrifice…. those kind of sacrifices were left up to the believers of false gods.

People today are still caught up in living inside out.  They seek another unhealthy relationship just to fill a lonely heart. They drown their sorrows in substances trying to hide pain.  They work more hours to avoid facing a relationship struggle. They leave a relationship just because they want something new.  They try to find answers through seminars and self help books…..I would say most of the time I am completely guilty of not sharing what could fill the void.  Why is so hard to let them know that they might want to change their “shirt”?  Maybe it is because we don’t care. Maybe it is because we don’t want to offend.  Maybe it is because we didn’t notice…. If I am guilty of the first two then maybe I need to evaluate how much I want to see them make fools of themselves later because I didn’t say anything.  If the last one is the case then maybe I should find out why I didn’t notice…. maybe I might find out that my shirt is on inside out too.

Judges 11:21-39

²¹ “Then the LORD, the God of Israel, gave Sihon and all his men into Israel’s hands, and they defeated them. Israel took over all the land of the Amorites who lived in that country, ²² capturing all of it from the Arnon to the Jabbok and from the desert to the Jordan.

²³ “Now since the LORD, the God of Israel, has driven the Amorites out before his people Israel, what right have you to take it over? ²⁴ Will you not take what your god Chemosh gives you? Likewise, whatever the LORD our God has given us, we will possess. ²⁵ Are you better than Balak son of Zippor, king of Moab? Did he ever quarrel with Israel or fight with them? ²⁶ For three hundred years Israel occupied Heshbon, Aroer, the surrounding settlements and all the towns along the Arnon. Why didn’t you retake them during that time? ²⁷ I have not wronged you, but you are doing me wrong by waging war against me. Let the LORD, the Judge, ^[c] decide the dispute this day between the Israelites and the Ammonites.”

²⁸ The king of Ammon, however, paid no attention to the message Jephthah sent him.

²⁹ Then the Spirit of the LORD came upon Jephthah. He crossed Gilead and Manasseh, passed through Mizpah of Gilead, and from there he advanced against the Ammonites. ³⁰ And Jephthah made a vow to the LORD : “If you give the Ammonites into my hands, ³¹ whatever comes out of the door of my house to meet me when I return in triumph from the Ammonites will be the LORD’s, and I will sacrifice it as a burnt offering.”

³² Then Jephthah went over to fight the Ammonites, and the LORD gave them into his hands. ³³ He devastated twenty towns from Aroer to the vicinity of Minnith, as far as Abel Keramim. Thus Israel subdued Ammon.

³⁴ When Jephthah returned to his home in Mizpah, who should come out to meet him but his daughter, dancing to the sound of tambourines! She was an only child. Except for her he had neither son nor daughter. ³⁵ When he saw her, he tore his clothes and cried, “Oh! My daughter! You have made me miserable and wretched, because I have made a vow to the LORD that I cannot break.”

³⁶ “My father,” she replied, “you have given your word to the LORD. Do to me just as you promised, now that the LORD has avenged you of your enemies, the Ammonites. ³⁷ But grant me this one request,” she said. “Give me two months to roam the hills and weep with my friends, because I will never marry.”

³⁸ “You may go,” he said. And he let her go for two months. She and the girls went into the hills and wept because she would never marry. ³⁹ After the two months, she returned to her father and he did to her as he had vowed.

Off to CA to celebrate Cindy and her baby Jackson.

Put yourself in my shoes for a moment: Imagine you have been through three airports and are finally at your Central American destination. Now officially “on vacation,” you are too drained to feel excited! Instead, the jet lag and fatigue from traveling (and especially from PREPARING to travel!) lie like a dank wet blanket over you.  Your brain is moving in slow motion, and the lovely scenery is not really registering yet.  It’s all a blur.   

 Somehow you find your way to a small, funky local family-run restaurant.  The menu is in Spanish and you can’t yet even think in English.  The one thing you know how to do, ALWAYS know how to do, is to drink coffee. “Un Café por favor.” Waiting heavily for some painfully generic coffee (any caffeine in a storm) at best to show up, your tired brain registers surprise and has to sit up straight to witness what occurs next. 

 First, a simple wooden frame is set before you, with what looks rather like a cotton sock or bag hanging suspended over a cup (Huh?). Then you are presented with a small ceramic pitcher of hot milk (O.K. that makes sense). Now coffee is being scooped into the bag with a small wooden spoon, each scoop making a little scrunchy sound, and releasing a slight aroma.  And then, right there inches from your travel worn face, hot water is poured slowly through the coffee  in this odd little set up, and immediately your nose takes in the exquisite fullness of a really good blend: ahhhh.  But it is more than that. The experience envelopes all your senses.  You can literally feel the steam from the cotton bag, see the little bag filling and swelling with its expanding coffee grains, and of course, the aroma goes straight to your head.  The process is so immediate, nothing between you and it. Your brain begins to clear and your kinked body begins to relax. The wooden contraption is removed, and all that remains in the world is your cup of steaming coffee, the hot milk, and your curiosity. A tentative, slow taste….good!  Really good!  Rich and mellow Costa Rican coffee. As you finish this satisfying cup you wave the waiter down: “Mas Café por favor.”  And the whole delightful process repeats itself. You are excited about the visual and tactile wonder of this simple, method of brewing. Before they can take it away again, you have to ask:   ¿Qué es esto?

 Between broken Spanish and broken English, this is what you learn: It is the Costa Rican Chorreador, the traditional brewing method here in this country so famous for its coffee.   And later, when you travel around the countryside, you will find that most rural campesinos to this day still use the Chorreador.  Kitchens are often outside, and there, when you look, you find the simple, ubiquitous Chorreador, usually built of leftover wood from buildings, or other scrap woods, with its simple cotton “bolsita.”   

 Costa Rica, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship!  World, welcome to the Costa Rican Chorreador!

what a dreary morning.

it’s so grey, it’s raining.

you know

when things go wrong and that thing involves my thing

shouldn’t i be informed? of such things?

i can hardly believe i’m getting pissed over somethng like this

somethng that i have so meticulously planned [for myslf. for me].

don’t i at least deserve to know

and to be respectively informed?

because this thing here ain’t a plaything

it’s a damn real thing.

it’s business, man.

don’t i at least deserve a proper msg or a phonecall, explaining what happened and the consequences of what happened [like how it's gonna affect me and my plans?]

i’m surprised that i still haven’t blown someone’s head off.

and what’s even more surprising is when i’m the one trying to get in touch with people and trying to get a grasp of what’s going on when it’s truly someone else’s job to keep me informed [because it's my plans that have been ruined].

i’m sorry that you’re sorry

but i’m sorry too

i’m so sorry that i can’t help but feel

that you’re not sorry enough

and that no amount of “sorry”s are gonna fix this.

and stop guessing what or who i’m talking about ‘coz there ain’t gonna be any names.

i don’t need this sh**.

I can admit that I wasn’t ready to move out of my sorority. Sure, I wanted all those things I wrote about in my post “A New Hope”… but I didn’t actually want to leave the luxury and friendship I’d grown accustomed to.

After living without the 33 other people, though, I don’t think I could go back. In fact, I think I’m ready to live alone. Of the things that generally happen in the home, I prefer being alone when I sleep, cook, and clean. I like having mornings to myself, too. But don’t get me wrong, if you end up shacking, I thoroughly encourage morning sex. No need to do the quick dip if it’s not necessary.

Of course this excessive fondness for ‘me time’ has to change at some point (well, I HOPE it has to change at some point. Like I said, I don’t want to be alone forever). But for now, that only child side of me is going strong. From decorating rooms to buying clothes and eating at restaurants alone (all the damn time while I was studying for the GRE), I’ve really started to like having my own space. A lot. It’s almost territorial.

Yet for me it’s a fine line between independent and introverted/borderline-antisocial, so I ought to be happy with where I am and be careful what I wish for. It’s iffy about what would happen if I end up with my own place at grad school. I mean, I was in a sorority… I must suck at making friends.

Yesterday’s quote for the day: “I’ve seen things you people wouldn’t believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhauser gate. All those moments will be lost in time… like tears in rain… Time to die.”

So, yesterday was a movie night and for some reason I’m writing this at goddamn ten in the morning, which is hurting my eyes and my fingers are slow and clumsy. Last night we watched Blade Runner, The Matrix and Gonzo, which is the documentary on Hunter. I had forgotten how amazing Blade Runner is, really stunning in pretty much every way. The Matrix is still amazing, the acting could use some work but the philosophy, style, etc. is all awesome.

And I really really enjoyed Gonzo. You guys are probably sick of hearing “Hunter S Thompson this, Hunter S Thompson that” from me, but yeah. I’d really not seen a lot of footage of him outside of interviews, where he was mostly behaving himself, so this was a lot of fun to watch. I think it might have been better for me to have finished reading the book of letters first; now I have a broad idea of what goes on and I won’t be surprised/have my own ideas about it, but it was still worth watching. The music was great, of course. Johnny Depp did the narration, as Depp, not Duke, and he was, as usual, great.

Anyway, enough on that. Today I’m catching up with a friend to hang out then apparently there is a pub crawl later. I’m not sure if I’ll go; I’m supposed to be saving up for a better graphics card, but I can tell that I’ll most likely go drinking and waste all my money anyway. Mm, shall see.

Mornings are a terrible time of the day, unless you’re still awake.

Anyway, since that one up there is for yesterday, here is today’s quote: “I have never let my schooling interfere with my education.”

I need some breakfast, so, arrivederci,

Your moustachioed android,

TDE

One of the first things that I do in the mornings is open the newspaper to read R. K. Laxman’s cartoons .

Many of them are simply priceless !  Like for example  I could give you just today’s example .

2 bureaucrats (more popularly known as “babus” )are discussing .

One says to the other (regarding his boss -the Minister) ‘ If u cut down on wasteful expenditure  , he is sure to find out  and thn u wil get into trouble . Better cut down on essentials and he wont notice it .

And the common man is overhearing all this

Too good !!!

मैने कहीं पढ़ा था की -

मौत भी ज़रूरी है ज़िंदगी भी प्यारी है

ख्वाहिशों से जुए में मैने शाम हारी है…!!!

इसे मैं अपनी ज़िंदगी पर लागू कर सकता हूँ…

तभी ‘जीवन’ ने कहा की – शाम को हार कर रात भी तो पाई है!
वाह!बेहतरीन हस्तक्षेप!

लेकिन उस रात को तो अभी तलाश रहा हूँ मैं…
वो रात जब मैं सो सकूँ…
वो रात जब मैं ख्वाबों में खो सकूँ…
वो रात जब मैं दिल से रो सकूँ…
वो रात जो काली ना हो…
वो रात जो खाली ना हो…

क्या कोई शाम ऐसा रास्ता बनाएगी?
क्या कोई शाम ऐसा दर्द जगाएगी?
क्या खिलखिलती धूप शाम पर चढ़ जाएगी…
और ऐसी रात जिसकी सुबह ना हो वो आएगी !!!

The retreat was a success.  Started off in the early morning by getting into the hot tub in a light snow.  That was heavenly.  Sunday mornings are quiet around here anyway and when it’s snowing (even a dusting), things just seem to come to a complete stop.  There was hardly even any traffic on the highway–just the very light hissing sound of tiny snowflakes falling and an occasional chirp of a bird at the feeder.  Sitting neck-deep in the hot water (no jets) and just letting myself wake up inch by inch was incredible. Then the wind really picked up and managed to blow the shade cloth screen all over the place, so it was time to get out and go back into the warm house.  I made coffee, read a little bit and then headed down to do some meditation, tarot, and work with my mesa and other tools.  It had been way too long and I had to get reacquainted with everything.

I think I was down there for 2 or 3 hours and it just reaffirmed how much I love my little meditation space.  Small, but just right for sitting zazen or doing some yoga, etc.  I even have a hand-painted rocking chair that G bought for me several years ago at an auction we attended.  The only down side is that it can be chilly in the winter, but I brought in my small space heater and shut the door and it was quite comfy in no time–even sitting on the floor.  Also, the MP3 player and docking station are perfect for setting the background ambiance.

The rest of the day was just as pleasant.  I did what I wanted to do when I wanted to do it.  I made a loaf of banana bread and roasted some red peppers to marinate for later use.  I browsed through magazines and newspapers that had been lying around for a few days.  I watched a little TV and listened to some music.  It was just a complete day of non-doing and it was great.

Yesterday was the antithesis of that.  We got up with a list of things to get done:  G had a certified package she had to pick up at the P.O, we needed to go visit our teacher and pick up some things from her, we wanted to go to Sam’s Club so I could get my card updated and see if they had these shirts that I had bought a couple of weeks ago in any more colors because I LOVE them and wanted more.  After that, we went back home to unpack the perishables, and make final plans for dinner and mah-jongg with our friends MJ and Peggy, who just had a hip replacement.  She is doing fabulous, and was ready to get out of the house, so we decided to all meet at MJ’s.  She has the perfect mah-jongg table.  G and I were going to see “2012″ with another friend.  The timing was perfect.  We were done with the movie with enough time to swing by the store, pick up rotisserie chickens and deli salads, then pick up Peggy and get to MJ’s at the appointed time.  The mah-jong mavens had a blast–and I even got a mah-jong in one game, which rarely happens.

Got home at 9-ish and thought I was going to write, but I was just pooped.  So, I headed to bed with “Drood” (I’m a bit more than half-way through), and was off to dreamland soon.

Today started with a load of laundry that brought water bubbling up into the tub and then back into the washer right after I got the clothes in the dryer.  We went through this earlier this year, so it didn’t seem like it was right for it to be happening again.  I had heard some “glugging” over the weekend and had done the soda/vinegar/boiling water down the tub, and things were calm for a day or two.  But, there was nothing for it but to call our plumber, Joe, back to the scene.  We love this guy.  After snaking everything out and finding, again, that there was NOTHING between the house and the easy-out in the back of the yard, we are all seriously thinking this has to be a problem with the city lines.  But the trouble is, we have to prove it.  Oh, boy, a fight with city hall, just what I want to do.  At least we have the plumber on our side!  He’s going to come back tomorrow and do another pipe-cam, so maybe I’ll get a pic of him on here.  He really is a doll.

When life goes to the trenches, it’s good to have a plumber you can count on.

GG

We had an appointment today. You know, just the regular kind: take some blood, do an ultrasound and whatever. I maintain that Dr. Babyplease is the cutest person on the entire planet. She’s pocket sized, ridiculously smiley and has just a hint of accent when she speaks. Every time she leaves the room I exclaim OH MY GOSH SHE IS SO CUTE and Joey looks uncomfortable, like he’s not sure if he’s supposed to agree or disagree or just keep his mouth shut.

Usually he says “maarrruuuurrrrrph”, which I conveniently interpret however I want to.

Today, though, I sneaked my camera in. I told Joey I was going to take pictures of everything and he looked at me like I was the biggest wierdo on the planet. But let me just tell you, it isn’t half as bad as what he did this morning on the way TO the hospital. He found a really big stick laying on the ground and he picked it up and was all, check out what I’m going to do it will be so cool.

I looked at him really, really hesitantly. Whatever he could possibly think to do with a large stick in the middle of town at 7:45 on a Tuesday morning could not be all that cool.

Then, he did it.

He hiked his arm back and I could see that he was going to THROW THE STICK. I started to yell “stop stop stop stop!” but by that time it was too late, he had already released the stick from his hand. And don’t you know it, the stick when slamming into one of our neighbors apartment windows. And I when I said “slam” I really meant SLAM, because it hit once and then hit again when it did this bouncing rotation thing.

I believe the phrase “holy cow what were you thinking?” burst out of my mouth as I grabbed his arm and yanked him down the sidewalk and to the car.

The part that was supposed to be so cool was the part where the stick was supposed to go on the roof of the building, not loudly slam into our neighbor’s window.

All this to say, I was not afraid to embarrass him at all by taking pictures of where we go when we go to the doctor. And I even decided to make him take some of them.

First we walk up to this awning, and it’s really ugly and boring.

Then we walk past the ARTS department which, up until about a year ago I thought was really shady and creepy. Well, let’s face it, that place is still really shady and creepy. But I’m willing to get past it for now.  They’ll be freezing our children.

On the third floor is my doctor’s office where once you walk inside there is a ginormous baby on the wall. It is freakishly large. The first time I saw it, it wigged me out a little bit but now I’m getting used to its massive size.

Once you leave the doctor’s office, you can look up to the balcony above and, yay happy funtimes!, see the lobby where poor Joey waited for me to get out of surgery. And just past the plant is the room I stayed in. Par-tay.

And that, in a nutshell, is a tour of the Margot Perot center. Well, I could have taken a picture of the huge fish tank by the gift shop and that would have been cooler, but I wasn’t feeling brave enough to bust out the camera right there, and I didn’t feel like making Joey do it either. (He was a serious wimp when it came to getting the ARTS department picture. He made me stand in the way and block the camera from view by other people.)

Today’s bloodwork will determine if I start injections on Saturday, or if I need to do birth control for another week. Personally, I’m rooting for Saturday. Let’s get this over with!

And the box of tricks just arrived via FedEx. It weighs 6.5 lbs and REQUIRES REFRIGERATION.

So ever since I’ve started back on the 9 to 5 thing with FedEx Office I’ve been working a cup of coffee into my regular morning routine.  I’ve never liked the actual taste of Starbucks regular coffee, it’s way too strong for me, so I’ve been on the look out for an alternative.  Well, low and behold, I found one.  McDonald’s makes a mean cup of coffee and with two Splenda and two creams, it really does the trick.  Best of all is definitley the price.  It’s a lean $1.09, which helps it stay apart of my morning ritual. 

Hello, LORD. Thank you for another day that you’ve given me. May you be glorified today. I pray that you fill my mind with your wisdom and truth. Amen!