Ok..now what is up with that? I tweet something to a celebrity, and got an answer without asking for one. A surprise. I got so excited I almost helped the dog chase his tail. Am I that desperate for recognition? YES! Validation that I'm worth talking to by someone who has access to thousands to talk to. It's kind of pathetic really. The only validation I need is from my Heavenly Father. He holds my future in His hand.
I just realized I miss skiing. Was I good at it? No. Snow Plow Queen. But, it, as in cartwheels, was something I enjoyed. The brisk cold air, puffy outfit and perky stocking cap. Clunking around in ski boots that hurt my feet, but that feeling of being in the loop. Being part of the "in" crowd. They didn't know I wasn't good at skiing. Drinking hot cocoa in the lodge. Fun times. The reality once I 'hit the slopes' was terror, people wooshing by me as I snow plowed my way down the baby hill. I did get pretty fast actually skiing on one of the beginner hills, however and it was wonderful. I stretched myself by taking on the more difficult runs, but it wasn't fun and I discovered my great capacity to whine...which led to wine..which led to "who cares" haha. I haven't tried to ski since becoming 70..or even in my sixties..actually my last time was in my late 40s. Divorce sometimes changes your sport choice. I remarried and my husband's thing is baseball. Now, I go to ball games all summer and dream about the skiing days in winter.
Wake up so sluggish, drag myself outta bed all out of sorts...wrap my lips around the rim of my coffee cup full of magic..and ta dah! Cloud is lifted, "lids" go up and hello morning. Coffee, I love you! I don't understand it, yes, I'm quite sure it's an addiction, but everything I read seems to be in favor of it and I've not heard of any intervention programs or 12 steps so I'm good.
It's Saturday!! Parents of Upward Basketball kids..enjoy!!! My granddaughter is 3rd grade..plays at 2pm. I like that. Hubby doesn't..breaks up his day. That's life in the slow lane dahlink! Have a great day y'all!!
Today is my youngest daughter's 34th Birthday. Time is goin..
In reflecting back it's mind boggling how fast 34 years went by. I was 36 when I had her..so that went pretty doggone fast, too. I'm 70 now and realizing I've had 70 birthdays, 70 summers, 70 Christmas's, all of it just a blur now. Two different lifetimes...one before Jesus, one after when I met Him at age 32. I've experienced evil, good, and all in between. I've sinned, and been forgiven countless times...but God has never said "enough, I'm done with you, Flo". No, He has always been faithful. He was there in the darkness of abuse as a child, He was there in all my marriages (4 in all). He's been there thru thick and thin (yeah, I used to be thin..haha).
If you do not know Jesus as your Savior and friend...time is goin...don't let death catch you without Him.
2013. Still sounds like a Futuristic year, made up in a sci fi movie or something, but here it is. Happy New Year to you all. I hope you plan to leave your anger, resentment, bitterness, unforgiveness and pride in 2012 and not carry it into 2013. Clean slate. Resolve those things that keep you bound, that rob you of family time because of them. If there is any way you can repair and have peace again with family or friends you've withdrawn your love from, do it. Life is short.
I know some of my resolutions should be excercise more. And eat less. The usual empty promises you make for yourself. I'm going to try. Not because it's a new year, but because I want to feel good, have energy and wear my clothes. I will NOT buy a moo moo in 2013!!
My husband retired Dec 31. He is at work today on January 2nd as a temp. 3 months of that, then he'll be home. There will be adjustments, but there will be joy also. A major step for him. I charted those waters for him in 2004. He'll adjust..we'll adjust..I'll adjust. Happy New Year friends.
Til next time. Flo
Getting down to the wire and before we know it (if the world doesn't end tomorrow, of course), Christmas will be here. Celebrating the most important event ever...the coming of our Messiah, Jesus Christ. I know you've heard of Him. Perhaps many of you have gotten past "hearing about Him" to knowing Him as your Lord and Savior, your King, your Provider, your reason for living. You know He's the right Gift.
Anyone who has lost hope, lost love, lost stability, lost family and finds Jesus knows why we celebrate Him, at Christmas time and everyday of our lives. He has never left us. He has never failed us. He is faithful even when we are not.
Do you know Him? Is He Lord of your life? Are your burdens at His feet and you are at peace? That's what He wants. Us to have His peace because He can fix what's broken, including your heart. He stores our tears in a bottle.
This Christmas, why not focus on Him. Not Santa Claus, gift exchanges and family gatherings. Not parties, baking cookies and egg nog. But, just Jesus. No fancy wrapping came with Him as our gift from God, only a ragged blanket. A manger used for feeding animals was His bed. He cried and was helpless at birth, no fancy crown on His head. But, He is Worthy of our Praise, our Honor, and our Love. He is our King.
My prayer is if once the packages under your tree are opened you still feel empty, you'll seek the gift of Jesus and be filled with every good thing...love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness, faithfulness and self-control. This gift is free! Just ask God for it. Nothing to do first, if any changes are needed, believe me, He will bring them about if you sincerely turn yourself over to Him.
Have a very Merry Christmas
Oh boy. Yesterday was my Cystodefecography. Yeah, try pronouncing it. In a nutshell think, embarressing, pinching pain, quiet anger, humor and relief when over. First, no food after midnight (oh, I forgot STARVATION) on my list. I slirpped on some nasty jello off the K-mart shelf. Can of chicken broth and coffee. Yum! The morning of the test the navy arrived and it was war on a bath towel when the "Fleet" came marching in two by two. Yeah, those guys!
The drive to Portland, thank you hubby. The Providence Professional Plaza, how could anything hurt in THIS beautiful building. Of course we passed the cafeteria to get to Suite 117. Rub it in.
The procedure itself began with drinking two containers of watered down chalk with a hint of raspberry. Pride when the lady said, "I think you drank this faster than any other patient"..well, they did say not to sip it.
Instructions..DO NOT POOP! Why not say do not BREATHE! However, prayer is a powerful thing!!
Paperwork is a good distraction, also. 40 minutes later the pretty blond comes and gets me.
Then the new wardrobe..two gowns..first opens in back..2nd opens in front..I like that. Walk to first X-ray of innards. Now, walk to what looks like an operating room and get on table..warm blanket. "Sorry, picture didn't turn out"..back to cold X-ray table, bye bye warm blanket. Return to 'operating room'. All this walking and I'm NOT to let anything out!!! In a few minutes, a smiling chipper unsub from Criminal Minds comes in to torture me with a catheter insertion..MOMMY!! Tapes tube to my leg with a pair of sissors dangling..ok now that's just wrong!!! Then just to complete the agony (ok so maybe NOT agony in the true sense of the word, but to me yes!) they fill my bladder...wait it's suppose to go out not in. Oh this is definately NOT fun. Smiley leaves to get to her next victim. Pretty blond girl leaves me alone as she goes to get the doctor. I begin to sing praise and christmas songs to keep my mind off the pain..
Next the Dr arrives with two giant cylinders of goop..yeah..guess where they decide to store that..and yes they do use what resembles a calking gun come to think of it. Now, without losing any of goop, they say "walk" over here. DEAD GIRL WALKING came to mind as I slowly made my way across the room to some steps..up up up...now sit. Before I know it and in spite of great discomfort they give me an amusement ride..my seat aka potty chair, is airborn. Wheeeee! NOT!! Then the fun begins..Do this, squeeze that, hold that, cough, push...am I having a baby or what? All to the eager eyes of the doctor and his girl Friday. After they put me thru the paces, I have questions...so they begin to show me the images which are at my elbow...the girl says "look away..those aren't images of you yet"..oh yeah Hippa. I'm so gonna tell everybody about blurry fuzzy pictures of strangers' movements. It was interesting as I watched mine, it was like a video of cloud formations..see this is where you coughed, this is where you relaxed. Hey..cool. How do I know this is really me? Faith man, just pure faith.
It's finally over and I'm left with the girl Friday to unhook all the tubing etc..it's no skin off her nose that I hurt like crazy and wanna scream..but I smile, I joke, and when she's done I go into my private dressing room and it's over.
I go back to where my dear husband has waited over an hour and where do I head? Cafeteria of course. There are things I wanna do to be more comfortable but I am a lady so I don't. About an hour and a half later, the sharp pain from the catheter is gone. Thank you Advil.
Next we go visit our friend at OHSU who is really really sick and suddenly I am very thankful that my "agony" ended for the day, while our friend has been in hospital over 3 months and it ain't over yet for him. Even if I have surgery, I won't suffer as much as this young man. I am ashamed of how I whined on the way to see him. But, there are more tests, no doubt more whining and if I do have surgery, I will be a coward. But as long as I remember to praise God and sing He will see me through it all.
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