Tuesday, November 18, 2008

2009 Job Opening

I have spent more days in a hospital in 2008 than in any other year including years during which my mom fought her cancer. Including years of birthing my babies and seizing up while birthing a baby girl. I wish it was because I'm medically trained and performing all kinds of heroic acts in an effort to better humankind, but, alas, it is because someone has to keep those medical heroes in business and that task seems to have fallen upon my immediate family. To that end:

JOB OPENING:

Looking for individual(s) willing to support the medically trained. Must be willing to bend over when asked, cough on command, and submit to needles of varying sizes and shapes. An enjoyment of cafeteria food a plus. Insurance highly recommended. Apply at any local ER.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Blogger Award! Egads!


So a new friend that I would already classify as 'dear' has passed on a blog award to this humble writer who, after years, still finds blogging an interesting tightrope walk between self-adulation and soapboxing and who knows what.

Anyway, the 'terms' of this award also dictates that I:
1. Pass this award on to my favorite blogs, and
2. Share six things about myself that (most) people don't know.

Alrighty then....here goes....

1) I still wonder why my best friend from elementary school through 9th grade dumped me when we arrived in high school. In my day, the local Christian elementary schools ran from Kindergarten through 9th grade...we officially went off to high school for 10th - 12th. Julie Poelstra, wherever you are, I still ponder from time to time the why of my sudden dump. We even picked lockers next to each other! We tried out for volleyball together! What happened? About 20 years later I'm still pondering this little moment of ending friendships and general high school incongruity.

2) I always wanted to be Quincy, M.D. Well, I never wanted to live on a boat and look like Jack Klugman, but I really wanted to be a medical examiner. In fact, I'd still find it thrilling. I would not have minded people calling me "Quince" from time to time...the whole medical examiner career is fascinating - and I came to this conclusion long before there was a CSI.

3) I think 30-somethings who use 'trendy language' sound un-educated when they do so... It's like mini skirts and tummy baring shirts. (Neither of which should be worn by those with class and taste anyway...) When you hit a certain age - and I'm going with 30 - you're just plain ridiculous when you use words and phrases in the vernacular of the teen and early 20 set. You sound ridiculous! Really! And the young people you think you're impressing - they think you sound ridiculous as well! Stop! Don't have me "talk to the hand" or whatever the latest term is. Use real English!

4) I clean to cope. If I'm particularly stressed or upset I cope, in part, by cleaning. Especially my kitchen or a bathroom.

5) My family is filled with artists. Most frustrated. Many with works in museums. We are a grouping of people who have been told we must be practical rather than attempt a career in painting or photography or what have you. Try one of my great, greats on for size... Willem Pieter Hoevenaar

6) I dream of having a catering company. I love cooking. I love serving. I'd want a good partner who loves the same and perhaps loves baking. Anyone interested can always find me - if I'm not busy being Quincy or cleaning by bathroom.....

Incidentally, one of my items was going to be "I can't stand an unmade bed" but that one was 'taken' and seemed completely unoriginal....

I'm going to see if I can get Brittany H. to pop over here and then do this over at her blog.....

Friday, November 14, 2008

One word...

I am trying ridiculously hard to utilize my "EDIT" button a whole lot more than in the past. It seems the better the button, the more gracious the button user. In fact, if I could get to the point that the word "EDIT" is wiped off the button so that all I saw was a "D" on the button....well, it means I've succeeded.

Oh, and I do mean the button involving my mouth, lest you wonder what kind of computer keyboard I use.

To that end, this is one of those email "get to know you" things that gets passed around from time-to-time. This one is interesting, however, because it requires one word answers - big editing for me! So instead of answering it in the email I thought I'd paste it here to type my answers & challenge others to do the same - one word - heavy use of the edit button....

Where is your mobile phone? hidden
Where is your significant other? couch
Your hair colour? dyed
Your mother? Heaven
Your father? ill
Your favorite thing? family
Your dream last night? unmemorable
Your dream goal? serenity
The room you’re in? family
Your hobby? artistic
Your fear? loss
Where do you want to be in 6 years? 24
Where were you last night? hospital
What you’re not? thin
One of your wish-list items? peace
Where you grew up? Rondo
The last thing you did? Excedrin
What are you wearing? sweats
Your TV? Incredibles
Your pets? friends
Your computer? on
Your mood? tuckered
Missing someone? always
Your car? lent
Something you’re not wearing? socks
Favorite shop? antique
Your summer? busy
Love someone? someoneS
Your favourite colour? varied
When is the last time you laughed? hospital
When is the last time you cried? a.m.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

The pressure of an F key


I'm pretty irritated that the "f" key on my keyboard is sticking. I've tried all my usual tricks but nothing is working. What a nuisance one little "f" key can be.


It's really not a much used letter - not until you need it. It's a bit like "x" - really don't care much about it and in fact the typist in me is still not a good "x" hitter in terms of speed, but when moment "x" doesn't work I have to type something eXtolling the eXtremely noble profession of being a taXi driver in Lithuania.


Same goes for "f". The moment it doesn't work I play some word game online and my jumbled up mix of letters includes 2-fs. Now my score is completed messed up because of one sticky "f" key. antastic! abulous!


Then you send a note to a friend via email with random information including the mix up over the "f" key. It may end with some note about having to clean up pigeon poop from my porch (the pigeon story will have to wait or another day) and it ends with me exclaiming "UCK!"


Imagine the problems that can come when people know that I have a stuck "f" key....

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

What shall we say then.....

How easy it is, as life races on, to lose trust. We lose trust in friends, we lose trust in family, we lost trust in big systems and little banks, we lose trust in anything but ourselves. Then we lose trust in ourselves and turn to the pharmacy to make us more happy, less anxious, to fill us with the trust we have lost.

On this the eve of a new President elect I am struck.....well, I'm struck with nauseousness. This happens every four years to my gut. It doesn't matter if my candidate of choice is winning or losing - the anticipation does a number of my intestines that should render me about five pounds less by November 5th. (It never really works out this way.)

Beyond the nauseousness, I am struck with the ease with which I have easily lost trust. In small things, in big things, but more pointedly - how the conversations on candidates and (lack of) cash has made trust in God something that takes WORK. Like a toddler who finds walking easy....before the first fall, I find trust easy.....before the bottom falls out....of my government, of my bank account, of (fill in the blank).

Yet, guess what, bank accounts have shrunk to oblivion, work has been completely non-existent, governments have swelled and shrunk....yet in the midst of it all the constant of the Creator has never changed. I have been happy, I have been sad, I have been prescribed meds, I have toughened it out.....yet my Lord has been constant. Leaders have called on His name, leaders have only pretended to call, nations have embraced our country, nations have shunned our country.....yet the Sovereign Lord....well, He has never been affected by any of this.

And so, on the eve of the dreaded 'change' I am reminding myself of the changeless nature of the one true and living God. In the midst of economic turmoil I am praying for the courage to just 'suck it up' and live my life reflecting the trust that is easily lost. In the midst of this life, in the midst of an election, what shall I say? "If God is for us...who can be against us?"