Last night, I eventually and finally got to zonk out so I was not so overwhelmingly tired and stressed. I got to sleep and relax and cuddle with Woofles. He slept with me all night and he's been wanting to cuddle or be near me when I am home which is very cute.
Zonking was good for me with all of this stress.
I've been so stressed with my mother. She says that her health is not bad, but it has been getting worse and worse, and worse.
I know that talking about her urinary incontinence and fecal incontinence may not seem like giving her dignity, but she can't take care of herself with it. Briana and I have had to clean up after her so much that it's become our burden and she doesn't care one bit.
A huge problem is that she'll have these accidents in public and then she'll just turn to us and say, "I had an accident." We'll have to bring her home and then she'll go in the bathroom (after falling all over and making huge messes in places) and then make a mess in the bathroom and be uncooperative about letting anybody help her get clean.
Briana and I have tried and it never works. She has a fit when we try to help her. She insists that she is okay. We've learned that she's not.
I'm concerned that some of this has to do with her switching to oxybutynin from the Detrol L.A. She was having problems before that, too. However, I think it has gotten worse since she did that. She won't admit it, though.
I'm also concerned about the long term effects of the Paroxetine (Paxil) and the doctor just keep increasing the does at her insistence because she is getting depressed.
I'd honestly like to see how she is off of all these medications that she is taking. If she's only depressed but she can actually function, I'd rather see her be depressed and functioning because then we'd at least know that the medications are the problem and it's not more serious than that.
However, I don't know if that's the case because of her orthostatic blood pressure and how many times she has hit her head.
People say that it takes a long time to get off of Paxil, too.
Anyway, I hope I can get more nights sleep like that because I really need sleep. Zonking feels great.
I also thought of writing Z is for Zeus. That's what the vet office was first calling Woofles before I adopted him. However, he is definitely not a Zeus and is definitely a Woofles!
I need help switching my room with my mom's room. It would be great to have help to do this while she is in the hospital so that she is not in the way of the work. She's ALWAYS in the way of work being done in the house. She doesn't help at all.
She won't admit it, but she is a hoarder. She doens't throw out any of her trash! Instead, she throws it on the ground. She throws her dirty clothes on the ground. She then wears the dirty clothes for days afterwards!
I need more nights of zonking. I need to have times when I can just sleep and zonk out so peacefully. However, I also need to work and write articles to make money.
Now that I'm at the end of the alphabet challenge, I need other blogging ideas to keep me writing!
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Friday, May 11, 2012
Thursday, May 10, 2012
Y is for Yard
A quick post today to keep up with the blogging alphabet challenge. Y is for yard. Just like most people that live in a house, we have two yards. We have a front yard and a back yard. Both yards have fences and gates. There's a dog run in the back yard thanks to one of the people from First Christian. Toggle has to be on this run the majority of the day because if we leave him off the run, he jumps the fence. It's not that he doesn't love his family or that he really wants to leave. It's just that he is used to running around because he was a stray that somebody had and dumped at a gas station.
There is a dog door out to the back yard and Niblet and Woofles love to go through the dog door to get to the back yard. They especially love doing this on a nice day. There were a couple of days in a row that the weather was really nice, so they kept running out to the back yard and back into the house, out to the back yard and back into the house.
We also have a front yard. We got the "white picket" fence around it as my mom always wanted a white picket fence. It's not wood, though. It's that plastic or vinyl so that it doesn't have to be painted or have upkeep. If it needs to be washed, you just spray it with water or you might need to do a little bit of scrubbing with a sponge that has soap and water.
Niblet and Woofles love to lay in the grass in the front yard. The people who installed the fence had to come back a few days afterwards to put chicken wire over the open spots of the fence because Woofles could get through them! He's that scrawny! While I wasn't sure if he was able to do such a thing, I had him out one time and he did when my grandpa drove up into our driveway.
So, we have two nice yards that all three dogs love. Yes, Marbles even loved the yards and his ashes are buried in the back yard.
There is a dog door out to the back yard and Niblet and Woofles love to go through the dog door to get to the back yard. They especially love doing this on a nice day. There were a couple of days in a row that the weather was really nice, so they kept running out to the back yard and back into the house, out to the back yard and back into the house.
We also have a front yard. We got the "white picket" fence around it as my mom always wanted a white picket fence. It's not wood, though. It's that plastic or vinyl so that it doesn't have to be painted or have upkeep. If it needs to be washed, you just spray it with water or you might need to do a little bit of scrubbing with a sponge that has soap and water.
Niblet and Woofles love to lay in the grass in the front yard. The people who installed the fence had to come back a few days afterwards to put chicken wire over the open spots of the fence because Woofles could get through them! He's that scrawny! While I wasn't sure if he was able to do such a thing, I had him out one time and he did when my grandpa drove up into our driveway.
So, we have two nice yards that all three dogs love. Yes, Marbles even loved the yards and his ashes are buried in the back yard.
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
X is for Xyster
I obviously have a lot of stress going on in my life right now. However, I am going to try to keep up with my blog and my writing. I especially need to keep up with my writing as it is my source of income. It's just like if I had a job, I'd still have to go to work.
Honestly, right now, that might be better because my mom couldn't expect me to go up to the hospital and to be able to do things for her because I'd have to be at work. It's too bad people won't hire me just because I need to be able to sit because of my scoliosis and always having a really sore back. I even have my transport wheelchair, which I maneuver on my own unless my sister wants to push me - and she usually likes to push me as it gives her something to lean on so she can walk or run and get exercise.
Anyway, X is for Xyster. Xyster is a strange word, isn't it? The Y nestles into the x if the X is capital. If it is written later than the first word in the sentence, it is xyster. It's not quite as comfy looking as it was a first, but it still has a neat type of fit for the letters.
If that was boring, don't be concerned. I'm not going to be spending time analyzing the looks of words in my blog posts.
Years ago, my sister and I came across the word "xyster." We were curious if there was such a word, since our mom would be silly and say things like "bring this to your zister" instead of "bring this to your sister."
We still remember the word, even though some dictionaries don't have the word. It is a medical device used for scraping bone, or what they call a surgical rasp or a surgical file. Briana and I maintain that we not xysters, no matter how much our mom would call use zisters. We say that the words sound alike, so we are not going to be either.
Honestly, right now, that might be better because my mom couldn't expect me to go up to the hospital and to be able to do things for her because I'd have to be at work. It's too bad people won't hire me just because I need to be able to sit because of my scoliosis and always having a really sore back. I even have my transport wheelchair, which I maneuver on my own unless my sister wants to push me - and she usually likes to push me as it gives her something to lean on so she can walk or run and get exercise.
Anyway, X is for Xyster. Xyster is a strange word, isn't it? The Y nestles into the x if the X is capital. If it is written later than the first word in the sentence, it is xyster. It's not quite as comfy looking as it was a first, but it still has a neat type of fit for the letters.
If that was boring, don't be concerned. I'm not going to be spending time analyzing the looks of words in my blog posts.
Years ago, my sister and I came across the word "xyster." We were curious if there was such a word, since our mom would be silly and say things like "bring this to your zister" instead of "bring this to your sister."
We still remember the word, even though some dictionaries don't have the word. It is a medical device used for scraping bone, or what they call a surgical rasp or a surgical file. Briana and I maintain that we not xysters, no matter how much our mom would call use zisters. We say that the words sound alike, so we are not going to be either.
Tuesday, May 8, 2012
W is for Woofstock
You read that correctly. W is for Woofstock. It's not for Woodstock. First of all, I wasn't alive in 1969. Secondly, I'm not doing any research on the festival. Thirdly, I do like Snoopy and Peanuts, but I'm not focusing on that, either.
Woofstock is a Purina Rally to Rescue event (I keep starting to type a Purina Rescue to Rally event and then I realize it and am able to correct myself either before I type that or once I get to first L in "rally.")
There are a few Woofstock events throughout the United States. Obviously, this one is in Lake Charles, LA. I've been e-mailing people about donating items that are worth at least $20 for the silent auction. The donations are tax deductible, so if you or if you know of anybody willing to donate, I have the contact information for the people in charge of the event.
It is going to be a fun day. There will be a pet blessing, vendors, rescue groups, a "mutt strut" parade, a black dog showcase, a silent auction, dog contests, and more.
Any monetary donations are nice, too. They haven't been asking for them, but I know that it costs this volunteer organization $125 per vendor that is going to be there for using the Civic Center.
Then, they also need groups such as boy scouts, girl scouts, service groups, and 4H clubs that do service to help. They need people to help set up the event (starts on the evening of Thursday, October 11) and then to take down all the stuff after the event (Saturday, October 13). They want adults or at least adults to sit with older "children" (teens who can handle holding dogs) in front of bathrooms to hold dogs while people go to the bathroom. The Civic Center is going to allow use of the inside bathrooms, but the dogs can't go inside unless they are service animals. This means that "dog holders" are needed.
Like I said before, I have all the contact information. Let me know if you are interested or if you know of anybody that is interested.
Oh, and the other thing, I asked one person, but it is "yes, if she is not busy." They need people for the kids' area. They are going to have things like crafts, coloring sheets, and face painting so the kids can also enjoy the event.
Woofstock is a Purina Rally to Rescue event (I keep starting to type a Purina Rescue to Rally event and then I realize it and am able to correct myself either before I type that or once I get to first L in "rally.")
There are a few Woofstock events throughout the United States. Obviously, this one is in Lake Charles, LA. I've been e-mailing people about donating items that are worth at least $20 for the silent auction. The donations are tax deductible, so if you or if you know of anybody willing to donate, I have the contact information for the people in charge of the event.
It is going to be a fun day. There will be a pet blessing, vendors, rescue groups, a "mutt strut" parade, a black dog showcase, a silent auction, dog contests, and more.
Any monetary donations are nice, too. They haven't been asking for them, but I know that it costs this volunteer organization $125 per vendor that is going to be there for using the Civic Center.
Then, they also need groups such as boy scouts, girl scouts, service groups, and 4H clubs that do service to help. They need people to help set up the event (starts on the evening of Thursday, October 11) and then to take down all the stuff after the event (Saturday, October 13). They want adults or at least adults to sit with older "children" (teens who can handle holding dogs) in front of bathrooms to hold dogs while people go to the bathroom. The Civic Center is going to allow use of the inside bathrooms, but the dogs can't go inside unless they are service animals. This means that "dog holders" are needed.
Like I said before, I have all the contact information. Let me know if you are interested or if you know of anybody that is interested.
Oh, and the other thing, I asked one person, but it is "yes, if she is not busy." They need people for the kids' area. They are going to have things like crafts, coloring sheets, and face painting so the kids can also enjoy the event.
Monday, May 7, 2012
V is for Valerie
V is for Valerie? Why is it for Valerie? Valerie is my mom's first name. I've written about some of the troubles that I'm having at home. This is about what is happening with my mom.
First of all, she says she has always had low pressure. I don't know if this was true when she was a little kid, but I know that she even had low blood pressure before Briana was born, and I think before I was born. It's not exactly a completely new thing, so she isn't lying about that.
Friday and Saturday night were spent in the Emergency Room at Memorial Hospital. Briana convinced her to go to get a thorough check-up and it is a good thing that she went. It was found that she has a massive bladder infection which they said could easily contribute to her having a low blood pressure and being sick.
I keep trying to enforce the importance of being clean to her, but she doesn't tend to always clean herself like she need to clean herself. Then, even though I tell her, she has a fit and goes into her mode of yelling, "Bridget, I'm an adult! I know what I'm doing!"
That, unfortunately, has become a common refrain in this household.
The problem is that most of the time, she doesn't know what she is doing.
Briana and I were looking and we found articles about how soccer players that repeatedly head soccer balls have brain injuries, but they are not detected by CT scans or MRIs because the brain heals enough so that no medical technology finds these brain injuries. However, they do exist.
With how many times my mom has fallen, from being dizzy lately, and earlier, she would get drunk and fall, she'd hit her head, even though we'd try to teach her how to fall and not hit her head. She wouldn't take the advice and lean to the back or to the side to hit her butt. She wouldn't use her arms or her legs to fall on them as it is not as good as falling on your butt, but it's better to have a broken arm or a broken leg than to hit your head.
She goes into these "episodes," where she really doesn't know what she is doing. She may remember a tiny bit, but she doesn't know overall what she is doing.
The most recent occurrence of this is when she went out to get food from Wok D'Lite. First of all, she bought three dinners and three drinks. One dinner is huge enough for all three of us. So, all she needed to do was buy one dinner and three drinks.
However, I asked her how much it was and she told me it was around $40. I got to see what she spent, and thankfully, it was just a bit under $20.
She tends to buy things when she is in these "episodes." She goes out to buy food. She knows she needs a driver's license. That stays with her, so I have her license and if it gets so bad in these episodes, we'll just have to tell her that she doesn't have one.
She's dangerous when she's "normal" as it is when it comes to driving. She doesn't tend to look at the road. She looks at the steering wheel. Awhile ago, she tilted the steering wheel down and told me she did this like it was going to help me. I had to go fix it again because what she really did was make it impossible to see the speedometer.
She was in one the other day, too, when she yelled to me that she unplugged the house phone in the bedroom. I asked her why and she said it was because she wanted it to be quiet. I asked her why she wanted that. She insisted that the phone had been ringing all day. It had rung once and that was hours earlier. It hadn't rung since then that day.
She also doesn't know where to find the time when she's in the living room. The time is always right on the cable box.
Quite awhile ago, but something Briana and I remember clearly, is how she tried to talk to Niblet (that's her chihuahua) about SSI. We know it was about some type of benefits. Of course, when she talks, it usually doesn't make sense. It made no sense, but she insisted that Niblet understood what she was saying and that we shouldn't be interrupting because he needed to understand what she was saying.
Niblet sat on the floor next to the chair where she was sitting and looking up at her, all confused. He looked at me and at Briana, too. The poor dog was so confused.
She's also called either Niblet or Woofles "Cinder." Cinder was the dog that she had when we were young. She has not been around since I've been in 8th grade.
It's really sad to watch her go down like this because she is only 52 and I see plenty of people who are much older that are much more fit than she is.
I wish that we had the money so we could afford to put her in a nursing home, but those cost about $5,000 per month. Then, we'd need to pay all the bills, so we'd probably need another $2,000 per month. I don't know of jobs that pay $7,000 per month or have a salary of $154,000 per year. Okay, maybe coaching some type of sport, but I don't play sports or know anything about coaching them!
It's no wonder those coaches have a good life and great lifestyles! My Daddy was a chemistry professor and they didn't value him more than the coaches, no matter how much extra time he stayed at McNeese to help and to work and keep things done.
It was upsetting enough for him when they took the computer lab away so his students could no longer use them to do chemistry work, then they would stuff extra people in his classes, and it was getting worse and worse. Sadly, he passed away, but I think he would have been under so much stress to know that they had cut the budget at McNeese for the Arts and Sciences.
So, yeah, Valerie, even if she says things are "fine," really isn't doing well. It's difficult to explain.
If you've ever read Sybil, you've read about what they used to call Multiple Personality Disorder. It is somewhat like this, but it's like this other "Valerie" isn't really there at all. She'll snap back to reality and maybe remember parts of what she did (but sometimes she doesn't know what she did at all), and the "Valerie" that did exist is kind of like another personality, but you can't truly access it again. It's not like when she goes into an episode that she'll remember what she did, either.
Perhaps you can link it to sleepwalking, but it's not that, either. She's awake, just not in the right state of consciousness or something like that.
If we don't know how to explain it and the doctors don't know how to explain it, we can't really explain it to other people. She's just not herself at all any longer. She doesn't even understand the simplest of jokes and puzzles when she is in one of these "episodes."
It also seems that we never truly know how long one will last. Sometimes she seems to be in one for weeks. Other times, it seems to happen for just a few hours per night.
We won't even get into the Depends and the accidents and the constant falling. Now you know a bit more about what is happening with my mom, Valerie.
First of all, she says she has always had low pressure. I don't know if this was true when she was a little kid, but I know that she even had low blood pressure before Briana was born, and I think before I was born. It's not exactly a completely new thing, so she isn't lying about that.
Friday and Saturday night were spent in the Emergency Room at Memorial Hospital. Briana convinced her to go to get a thorough check-up and it is a good thing that she went. It was found that she has a massive bladder infection which they said could easily contribute to her having a low blood pressure and being sick.
I keep trying to enforce the importance of being clean to her, but she doesn't tend to always clean herself like she need to clean herself. Then, even though I tell her, she has a fit and goes into her mode of yelling, "Bridget, I'm an adult! I know what I'm doing!"
That, unfortunately, has become a common refrain in this household.
The problem is that most of the time, she doesn't know what she is doing.
Briana and I were looking and we found articles about how soccer players that repeatedly head soccer balls have brain injuries, but they are not detected by CT scans or MRIs because the brain heals enough so that no medical technology finds these brain injuries. However, they do exist.
With how many times my mom has fallen, from being dizzy lately, and earlier, she would get drunk and fall, she'd hit her head, even though we'd try to teach her how to fall and not hit her head. She wouldn't take the advice and lean to the back or to the side to hit her butt. She wouldn't use her arms or her legs to fall on them as it is not as good as falling on your butt, but it's better to have a broken arm or a broken leg than to hit your head.
She goes into these "episodes," where she really doesn't know what she is doing. She may remember a tiny bit, but she doesn't know overall what she is doing.
The most recent occurrence of this is when she went out to get food from Wok D'Lite. First of all, she bought three dinners and three drinks. One dinner is huge enough for all three of us. So, all she needed to do was buy one dinner and three drinks.
However, I asked her how much it was and she told me it was around $40. I got to see what she spent, and thankfully, it was just a bit under $20.
She tends to buy things when she is in these "episodes." She goes out to buy food. She knows she needs a driver's license. That stays with her, so I have her license and if it gets so bad in these episodes, we'll just have to tell her that she doesn't have one.
She's dangerous when she's "normal" as it is when it comes to driving. She doesn't tend to look at the road. She looks at the steering wheel. Awhile ago, she tilted the steering wheel down and told me she did this like it was going to help me. I had to go fix it again because what she really did was make it impossible to see the speedometer.
She was in one the other day, too, when she yelled to me that she unplugged the house phone in the bedroom. I asked her why and she said it was because she wanted it to be quiet. I asked her why she wanted that. She insisted that the phone had been ringing all day. It had rung once and that was hours earlier. It hadn't rung since then that day.
She also doesn't know where to find the time when she's in the living room. The time is always right on the cable box.
Quite awhile ago, but something Briana and I remember clearly, is how she tried to talk to Niblet (that's her chihuahua) about SSI. We know it was about some type of benefits. Of course, when she talks, it usually doesn't make sense. It made no sense, but she insisted that Niblet understood what she was saying and that we shouldn't be interrupting because he needed to understand what she was saying.
Niblet sat on the floor next to the chair where she was sitting and looking up at her, all confused. He looked at me and at Briana, too. The poor dog was so confused.
She's also called either Niblet or Woofles "Cinder." Cinder was the dog that she had when we were young. She has not been around since I've been in 8th grade.
It's really sad to watch her go down like this because she is only 52 and I see plenty of people who are much older that are much more fit than she is.
I wish that we had the money so we could afford to put her in a nursing home, but those cost about $5,000 per month. Then, we'd need to pay all the bills, so we'd probably need another $2,000 per month. I don't know of jobs that pay $7,000 per month or have a salary of $154,000 per year. Okay, maybe coaching some type of sport, but I don't play sports or know anything about coaching them!
It's no wonder those coaches have a good life and great lifestyles! My Daddy was a chemistry professor and they didn't value him more than the coaches, no matter how much extra time he stayed at McNeese to help and to work and keep things done.
It was upsetting enough for him when they took the computer lab away so his students could no longer use them to do chemistry work, then they would stuff extra people in his classes, and it was getting worse and worse. Sadly, he passed away, but I think he would have been under so much stress to know that they had cut the budget at McNeese for the Arts and Sciences.
So, yeah, Valerie, even if she says things are "fine," really isn't doing well. It's difficult to explain.
If you've ever read Sybil, you've read about what they used to call Multiple Personality Disorder. It is somewhat like this, but it's like this other "Valerie" isn't really there at all. She'll snap back to reality and maybe remember parts of what she did (but sometimes she doesn't know what she did at all), and the "Valerie" that did exist is kind of like another personality, but you can't truly access it again. It's not like when she goes into an episode that she'll remember what she did, either.
Perhaps you can link it to sleepwalking, but it's not that, either. She's awake, just not in the right state of consciousness or something like that.
If we don't know how to explain it and the doctors don't know how to explain it, we can't really explain it to other people. She's just not herself at all any longer. She doesn't even understand the simplest of jokes and puzzles when she is in one of these "episodes."
It also seems that we never truly know how long one will last. Sometimes she seems to be in one for weeks. Other times, it seems to happen for just a few hours per night.
We won't even get into the Depends and the accidents and the constant falling. Now you know a bit more about what is happening with my mom, Valerie.
Sunday, May 6, 2012
U is for Underwear
First, just to say, yes, "medically" my mom is okay. We've been at the ER the past two afternoons and nights, but the only thing found was a massive bladder infection. So, hopefully she'll take her antibiotics and drink things that do not have caffeine or carbonation.
As for my post, U is for Underwear. Why is U for Underwear?
In most households, washers and dryers seem to eat socks. Now, I can't say our doesn't seem to do that. After all, they do seem to eat socks. I have a difficult time finding a pair of socks whenever I need a pair of socks.
However, the washer and dryer also seem to eat my underwear. I know that it doesn't help that the laundry is only strewn all over our den and I'd like a day when I could just sit and do laundry all day. Or, I'd love a day when people could come bag up laundry and help me by going to a laundromat and we'd do all the laundry there and we could come sort it.
My mom and Briana weren't using their dressers and then they ended up blocking the one I was using, too. So, even though it's not the neatest thing ever, I got each of us a huge blue container to hold our laundry. The problem is that they don't use these containers. Instead, they throw the laundry onto the floor.
If they just washed their own laundry in loads, it wouldn't be too difficult. In fact, one of these days, maybe I can buy another container and designate it for bedding- sheet, blankets, etc. That way those wouldn't be on the floor, either.
Yet, it always seems to be my underwear that goes missing. I'll have found a week's worth of underwear one day and set it in my clean laundry container. Then, the next day, I'll end up finding only two or three pairs and the rest of the underwear are gone. It makes no sense.
If somebody could come and take the underwear stealing monster, that would be nice. However, he seems to be invisible. After all, I never see him. My mom and my sister never see him.
It's not an easy solution like pinning two socks together so it's either they don't get lost or both of them get lost.
With all the underwear I've bought over the past year, you'd think I'd have almost enough underwear for a clean pair every day of the year, or a least for a fourth of a year. It doesn't seem that way, though.
Oh, and as for the underwear stealing beast, I'm assuming it's male. I don't know being that I've never seen it. However, why would a female want to steal another female's underwear?
As for my post, U is for Underwear. Why is U for Underwear?
In most households, washers and dryers seem to eat socks. Now, I can't say our doesn't seem to do that. After all, they do seem to eat socks. I have a difficult time finding a pair of socks whenever I need a pair of socks.
However, the washer and dryer also seem to eat my underwear. I know that it doesn't help that the laundry is only strewn all over our den and I'd like a day when I could just sit and do laundry all day. Or, I'd love a day when people could come bag up laundry and help me by going to a laundromat and we'd do all the laundry there and we could come sort it.
My mom and Briana weren't using their dressers and then they ended up blocking the one I was using, too. So, even though it's not the neatest thing ever, I got each of us a huge blue container to hold our laundry. The problem is that they don't use these containers. Instead, they throw the laundry onto the floor.
If they just washed their own laundry in loads, it wouldn't be too difficult. In fact, one of these days, maybe I can buy another container and designate it for bedding- sheet, blankets, etc. That way those wouldn't be on the floor, either.
Yet, it always seems to be my underwear that goes missing. I'll have found a week's worth of underwear one day and set it in my clean laundry container. Then, the next day, I'll end up finding only two or three pairs and the rest of the underwear are gone. It makes no sense.
If somebody could come and take the underwear stealing monster, that would be nice. However, he seems to be invisible. After all, I never see him. My mom and my sister never see him.
It's not an easy solution like pinning two socks together so it's either they don't get lost or both of them get lost.
With all the underwear I've bought over the past year, you'd think I'd have almost enough underwear for a clean pair every day of the year, or a least for a fourth of a year. It doesn't seem that way, though.
Oh, and as for the underwear stealing beast, I'm assuming it's male. I don't know being that I've never seen it. However, why would a female want to steal another female's underwear?
Saturday, May 5, 2012
T is for Termites
I didn't end up writing yesterday because my mom was at the hospital all afternoon and all night. On Thursday night, I was in tears because she was so much to handle. Anyway, T is for termites because on Thursday night I drove over to First Christian Church to see if anybody was there.
I would've gotten out at first, but I had Woofles with me. This is because my mom insisted that she has prescriptions to pick up from Walgreens. She insisted somebody had called and said they were ready to be picked up from the store.
The phone had not rang and she had not talked to anybody. I know that she didn't talk to anybody because her cell phone is broken as she fell on it and the screen broke.
So, back to the termites. Stacy came out to talk to me and try to help me find some resources that might help. I was in the car and it was getting towards dusk. The termites were starting to come out and being that I was parked near a wooden telephone pole where there was a light, they were attracted near the car. Stacy was using her cell phone to help me, so they were also attracted to that light.
They would come and hit her skin and she'd feel them. Poor Stacy even ended up swallowing one of the termites when it came near.
I've still got the list of resources. Sadly, being that my mom is 52, she doesn't qualify for the ones I could reach. She has to be 55 or 60 for most of them.
It drives me crazy that the three year age difference makes them not accept her when she needs some type of help. She is considered disabled and she is on SSI. She doesn't work. She doesn't do her crafts like she says she'll do them.
In fact, only when she was in the hospital room (not even in the waiting room in ER or being checked out in triage) did she finally start to act like herself. Of course, it was good that Briana and I could talk to her, but then, of course, the doctor and the nurses couldn't see how she acts a lot of the time. Which, honestly, has been the majority of the time lately.
I would've gotten out at first, but I had Woofles with me. This is because my mom insisted that she has prescriptions to pick up from Walgreens. She insisted somebody had called and said they were ready to be picked up from the store.
The phone had not rang and she had not talked to anybody. I know that she didn't talk to anybody because her cell phone is broken as she fell on it and the screen broke.
So, back to the termites. Stacy came out to talk to me and try to help me find some resources that might help. I was in the car and it was getting towards dusk. The termites were starting to come out and being that I was parked near a wooden telephone pole where there was a light, they were attracted near the car. Stacy was using her cell phone to help me, so they were also attracted to that light.
They would come and hit her skin and she'd feel them. Poor Stacy even ended up swallowing one of the termites when it came near.
I've still got the list of resources. Sadly, being that my mom is 52, she doesn't qualify for the ones I could reach. She has to be 55 or 60 for most of them.
It drives me crazy that the three year age difference makes them not accept her when she needs some type of help. She is considered disabled and she is on SSI. She doesn't work. She doesn't do her crafts like she says she'll do them.
In fact, only when she was in the hospital room (not even in the waiting room in ER or being checked out in triage) did she finally start to act like herself. Of course, it was good that Briana and I could talk to her, but then, of course, the doctor and the nurses couldn't see how she acts a lot of the time. Which, honestly, has been the majority of the time lately.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
S is for Shit
I'm sorry for being so graphic, but yes, S is for shit. I can't hide how terrible my mother is. She wants us to keep everything secret, but I can't keep everything secret. She thinks that it is perfectly okay to hide all of her health problems. She thinks that is okay that she never does what the doctors ask her to do. She thinks it is okay to hide that the minute she stands up, she falls and can't get back up for over an hour.
My sister knows that at times she is stressful. It doesn't help in the times that she is causing a lot of stress, but it helps to have her know it and that she knows that she needs to be responsible.
My mother, however, only yells at me. Yesterday, she yelled that she wasn't a baby or wasn't an infant. Truthfully, she is a baby or an infant.
She always falls. Every day, she falls. She can't get up for an hour after she falls. It takes her over an hour just to get to the bathroom from where she currently has her room. (We REALLY need to get our rooms switched!). Then, we need to get grab bars put on the walls so she can hold them when she's going from her new room to the bathroom.
However, what I need first is help to get our rooms clean. I know people can't do things at the drop of a hat. I know that they need to get things organized. I'm not expecting people to do things immediately or know what to do immediately.
All I know is that this is really difficult.
Oh, and why is S for shit? That's how my day started. Yep, my mother gets up and she is icky and dirty. At least she wears the store brand depends. However, even that doesn't keep her clean! She had shit ALL OVER THE PLACE. I am not joking about this at all.
I couldn't even use the front bathroom (the bathroom) and had to use the back bathroom (the backthroom). It was so disgusting that I could not even breathe when I went near the door. Briana was good today and cleaned, but I knew why she was feeling so bad.
While we did need some groceries, I said I would take her to a place to eat that wasn't too expensive. Taco Bell worked fine for us.
However, yesterday, I had to take my mother do the doctor. He told her to exercise by standing and sitting, standing and sitting, standing and sitting. She hasn't done that at all. She also insists that she's always okay, but she's not. She has Asperger's and a neurological degeneration. She spends money that she doesn't have and she expects me or Briana to always be able to bail her out of debt. We can't do this because we are paying bills and household expenses!
I wish I could afford to put her in a nursing home, but I can't afford that! It's $5,000 a month to be able to put somebody in a nursing home! If she manages to live for 50 more years, that's THREE MILLION DOLLARS.
Is the bathroom covered in shit normal? Yes, it is! It may not be daily, but it's constant. She doesn't cleaned up after herself. She has the toilet covered in shit. She has the floor covered in shit. She has the walls covered in shit. She has the sink full of shit. It is literally EVERYWHERE. Being that she has to come through my room to get to the bathroom, it's all over my room, too!
There are myriad advantages for her to be in the room I'm currently in right now. However, there are also myriad advantages for me to be in the room where she is. She wants to know if I have an ulterior motive to being in that room. It is good for me, but the thing is, if she can't be in a nursing home, it is best for her to be in the room that is currently mine.
In that room, I also need to get a direct line to the Internet, get the electrical outlet grounded, and get another direct cable line. Other than that, the house needs to be cleaned and then some heavy furniture needs to be moved.
My sister knows that at times she is stressful. It doesn't help in the times that she is causing a lot of stress, but it helps to have her know it and that she knows that she needs to be responsible.
My mother, however, only yells at me. Yesterday, she yelled that she wasn't a baby or wasn't an infant. Truthfully, she is a baby or an infant.
She always falls. Every day, she falls. She can't get up for an hour after she falls. It takes her over an hour just to get to the bathroom from where she currently has her room. (We REALLY need to get our rooms switched!). Then, we need to get grab bars put on the walls so she can hold them when she's going from her new room to the bathroom.
However, what I need first is help to get our rooms clean. I know people can't do things at the drop of a hat. I know that they need to get things organized. I'm not expecting people to do things immediately or know what to do immediately.
All I know is that this is really difficult.
Oh, and why is S for shit? That's how my day started. Yep, my mother gets up and she is icky and dirty. At least she wears the store brand depends. However, even that doesn't keep her clean! She had shit ALL OVER THE PLACE. I am not joking about this at all.
I couldn't even use the front bathroom (the bathroom) and had to use the back bathroom (the backthroom). It was so disgusting that I could not even breathe when I went near the door. Briana was good today and cleaned, but I knew why she was feeling so bad.
While we did need some groceries, I said I would take her to a place to eat that wasn't too expensive. Taco Bell worked fine for us.
However, yesterday, I had to take my mother do the doctor. He told her to exercise by standing and sitting, standing and sitting, standing and sitting. She hasn't done that at all. She also insists that she's always okay, but she's not. She has Asperger's and a neurological degeneration. She spends money that she doesn't have and she expects me or Briana to always be able to bail her out of debt. We can't do this because we are paying bills and household expenses!
I wish I could afford to put her in a nursing home, but I can't afford that! It's $5,000 a month to be able to put somebody in a nursing home! If she manages to live for 50 more years, that's THREE MILLION DOLLARS.
Is the bathroom covered in shit normal? Yes, it is! It may not be daily, but it's constant. She doesn't cleaned up after herself. She has the toilet covered in shit. She has the floor covered in shit. She has the walls covered in shit. She has the sink full of shit. It is literally EVERYWHERE. Being that she has to come through my room to get to the bathroom, it's all over my room, too!
There are myriad advantages for her to be in the room I'm currently in right now. However, there are also myriad advantages for me to be in the room where she is. She wants to know if I have an ulterior motive to being in that room. It is good for me, but the thing is, if she can't be in a nursing home, it is best for her to be in the room that is currently mine.
In that room, I also need to get a direct line to the Internet, get the electrical outlet grounded, and get another direct cable line. Other than that, the house needs to be cleaned and then some heavy furniture needs to be moved.
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
R is for Responsibility
I am honestly tired of having to be responsible for everybody and everything in this house. My mom and my sister act like just because they are giving money to household bills, that makes the responsible. It doesn't. After all, the way they get money is from SSI. They don't work to earn it. They sit on their butts and don't have to do a thing.
What do they do when it comes to trash? The simple thing, you'd think, would be to throw it away in a garbage can. Do they ever do this? No, they don't. Instead, they leave it on the floor and throw it all over the place. It is on desks and tables and chairs and the couch.
They don't even put their dirty laundry in the bathroom. I have used my own money to go buy them hampers and they don't use them! I am really tired of finding their dirty laundry all over the floors of this house.
Then, when it comes to feminine sanitary items (maxi pads and depends), they also don't throw those away. Those are disgusting and all over the floor. I can't think of a day I haven't come across one and had to put it in trash.
My mom and sister are idiots when it comes to the drain blocker to block hair from going in the drain. They complain that it takes too long to drain the sink or the tub. They take the drain blocker out from the drain and then the hair is in the water and goes in the drain! They then blame me for the hair in the drain! It needs to stay in the drain and be removed after the water drains. It then needs to be pulled straight up and the hair needs to be thrown away.
Why can't they ever be clean? Why can't they clean up after themselves?
As a creative person, I don't mind a little bit of clutter. I like a house to look like somebody lives in it. However, how they keep the house is WAY TOO DIRTY. It is like living with two hoarders! How can I possibly even open the doors to the entrances of the house?
My mom and I really need to switch rooms, too. She needs to be MUCH CLOSER to the bathroom. We also need our plumbing fixed because of the toilets. It seems if the toilet from the front bathroom is flushed, it backs up to the back bathroom (which Briana decided should be called the "backthroom.")
I know part of it is the Asperger's that they have, but it's still very bad.
My mom also has some type of neurological degeneration and then she also has very low blood pressure. When she's dizzy, she won't get up and walk, so her muscles have definitely atrophied. She is so weak that she takes a half hour just to get to the bathroom from where is room is right now.
I also have to keep track of all three of our finances since they have no idea how to take care of money!
Here are some articles about Asperger's:
A Mind Like a ViewMaster: Understanding How People with Asperger's Think
Jenny McCarthy, Holly Robinson Peete, and My Experience with Asperger's
Interview with Derek Bartholomaus, Creater of Jenny McCarthy Body Count
What do they do when it comes to trash? The simple thing, you'd think, would be to throw it away in a garbage can. Do they ever do this? No, they don't. Instead, they leave it on the floor and throw it all over the place. It is on desks and tables and chairs and the couch.
They don't even put their dirty laundry in the bathroom. I have used my own money to go buy them hampers and they don't use them! I am really tired of finding their dirty laundry all over the floors of this house.
Then, when it comes to feminine sanitary items (maxi pads and depends), they also don't throw those away. Those are disgusting and all over the floor. I can't think of a day I haven't come across one and had to put it in trash.
My mom and sister are idiots when it comes to the drain blocker to block hair from going in the drain. They complain that it takes too long to drain the sink or the tub. They take the drain blocker out from the drain and then the hair is in the water and goes in the drain! They then blame me for the hair in the drain! It needs to stay in the drain and be removed after the water drains. It then needs to be pulled straight up and the hair needs to be thrown away.
Why can't they ever be clean? Why can't they clean up after themselves?
As a creative person, I don't mind a little bit of clutter. I like a house to look like somebody lives in it. However, how they keep the house is WAY TOO DIRTY. It is like living with two hoarders! How can I possibly even open the doors to the entrances of the house?
My mom and I really need to switch rooms, too. She needs to be MUCH CLOSER to the bathroom. We also need our plumbing fixed because of the toilets. It seems if the toilet from the front bathroom is flushed, it backs up to the back bathroom (which Briana decided should be called the "backthroom.")
I know part of it is the Asperger's that they have, but it's still very bad.
My mom also has some type of neurological degeneration and then she also has very low blood pressure. When she's dizzy, she won't get up and walk, so her muscles have definitely atrophied. She is so weak that she takes a half hour just to get to the bathroom from where is room is right now.
I also have to keep track of all three of our finances since they have no idea how to take care of money!
Here are some articles about Asperger's:
A Mind Like a ViewMaster: Understanding How People with Asperger's Think
Jenny McCarthy, Holly Robinson Peete, and My Experience with Asperger's
Interview with Derek Bartholomaus, Creater of Jenny McCarthy Body Count
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Q is for Quiz Bowl
When I was in high school, I was on the quiz bowl team. I loved being on the team. There were all kinds of trivia questions asked. Some had to do with things we learned in school and others were completely random. I found that I was good to questions from literature and from the Bible. Sometimes, I had no idea how I knew the answers to questions.
I can remember that the first question I ever answered in a quiz bowl tournament was the name of the RCA dog. If you are wondering what it is, the name is Nipper. The little one that added a few years is named Chipper. I remember this by remembering the phrase "a chip off the old block."
If my college would have had a quiz bowl team or a trivia bowl team, I would've joined. However, the college didn't have one. Trivia is something that I love.
I wish dictionaries would add the definition of trivia that it's taken to be "facts." Most still call it "unimportant fact" as relating to "trivial." This hasn't been true for many years. I think the common use of the word "trivia" has been around since I was born.
It seems that I don't have the phrase origin of "chip off the old block," but I do have reviews of different types of chips. Here are a few of those.
Monday, April 30, 2012
P is for Phrases
I love to write and therefore, I love to know about the origins of words and phrases. In other words, I like to know the etymology of words and phrases. Where did they come from? Why do we use them? Does anybody know these things?
There are a few that don't seem to have an exact origin. However, many phrases do have an origin whether they be from sports or from literature. Many phrases are also older than we think they are.
There is a guy that has done some research into phrases, but I like to try to do more research and see if more information can be found. Sometimes, though, the only information that can be found is the information that he provided.
I am glad that Gary Martin does this. I just think it would be nice if others provided some information about these phrases, too. My best articles are written when I can find at least one or two other sources that tell me something in the past about the phrase or how it is currently used.
I have so many phrase origin articles that it is not possible to have time to link to all of them. Therefore, here are a few of my favorites.
Knock Into a Cocked Hat
Know Your Onions
Sound Bite
Many A Little Makes a Mickle
The Proof Is in the Pudding
If you want to see other phrase origin articles that I have written, go to http://www.bridgetilenedelaney.tk and then scroll down to where it says "Search Bridget Ilene Delaney's Content." In the text input box under that, type "phrase origins" and then push the search button next to the text input box.
There are a few that don't seem to have an exact origin. However, many phrases do have an origin whether they be from sports or from literature. Many phrases are also older than we think they are.
There is a guy that has done some research into phrases, but I like to try to do more research and see if more information can be found. Sometimes, though, the only information that can be found is the information that he provided.
I am glad that Gary Martin does this. I just think it would be nice if others provided some information about these phrases, too. My best articles are written when I can find at least one or two other sources that tell me something in the past about the phrase or how it is currently used.
I have so many phrase origin articles that it is not possible to have time to link to all of them. Therefore, here are a few of my favorites.
Knock Into a Cocked Hat
Know Your Onions
Sound Bite
Many A Little Makes a Mickle
The Proof Is in the Pudding
If you want to see other phrase origin articles that I have written, go to http://www.bridgetilenedelaney.tk and then scroll down to where it says "Search Bridget Ilene Delaney's Content." In the text input box under that, type "phrase origins" and then push the search button next to the text input box.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
O is for Octopus
O can be a difficult blog post, but today, O is for octopus. I've never had a close encounter with an octopus. It wouldn't seem like choosing octopus as the topic for O would be logical. However, octopus is the topic because, what I think was a year or so ago now, I had a dream where there was a big friendly octopus in a pond by my friend's house. I've called her Jade, even though that's not her real name. It's easier to call her Jade in these journals, especially. She and I have had some people that are weird and want to make it so we are not friends and that does not make sense because we are quite different from each other by now. Yet, she and I do enjoy each other's company when we are around each other.
Anyway, the octopus was in a large lake by her house. This octopus was very big. Jade would go out to the pond or lake and she couldn't see the octopus when she saw the lake However, it could rise and it was just about as big as the lake. It just fit underneath the surface.
Jade would come out and visit it. The octopus would give her rides on its tentacles under the water and up above it again. It would also turn her around in the pond so she had different views of her garden and the neighborhood.
I wrote about this is another journal of mine and her only response was "Weee!" or something like that. I found it funny and she told me that it sounded like fun.
I don't have any articles about dreams, but here are some that may interest you if you enjoyed this blog post.
Never-never land
Pipe dream
What is Lucid Dreaming and How Do I Do It?
Anyway, the octopus was in a large lake by her house. This octopus was very big. Jade would go out to the pond or lake and she couldn't see the octopus when she saw the lake However, it could rise and it was just about as big as the lake. It just fit underneath the surface.
Jade would come out and visit it. The octopus would give her rides on its tentacles under the water and up above it again. It would also turn her around in the pond so she had different views of her garden and the neighborhood.
I wrote about this is another journal of mine and her only response was "Weee!" or something like that. I found it funny and she told me that it sounded like fun.
I don't have any articles about dreams, but here are some that may interest you if you enjoyed this blog post.
Never-never land
Pipe dream
What is Lucid Dreaming and How Do I Do It?
Saturday, April 28, 2012
N is for Networking
Even before I had graduated from college, the importance of networking was something that was being talked about all throughout the Mass Communications department. It wasn't as widespread as the importance of networking is for a freelance writer, but the importance was already there. At that time, Facebook wasn't open to the public and Twitter hadn't been created. Blogs weren't as popular as they are now. Internet networking was only beginning.
I can remember sitting with one of my classmates and we talked about networking. She explained to somebody how it would be like getting to know a janitor. That janitor might be married to a newspaper editor. Because the janitor knows you and might read your writings as a janitor in the Mass Communications building, she may tell her husband about your writing if he needed somebody to hire for his newspaper. This was all a made up situation, but it got the point across. It is an easy way to describe networking.
Basically, it goes back to "I know a guy, who knows a guy, who knows a guy." However, instead of you needing to hire that guy, that guy might need to hire you. Of course, you might need the guy, too, but that's another story.
As a freelance writer, it is important for me to network not only because I need people to read and like my writings so I get paid, but also to learn about new places to write. I need to know about new opportunities. I do research writing jobs online, but I can't take up all my time doing that. When other writers happen to see what I write, they sometimes tell me about other outlets and I can take a look and apply if I feel I could write for that outlet.
I've had a few gigs come and go this way. It's usually because the writing gigs start out good but go downhill quickly. This was the case with ghostwriting. They were all things that I could write, and then when I wrote exactly what people wanted, they still complained. How many different ways can the benefits of chocolate be written for the same person? How can there be many benefits of fried chicken?
I didn't want to write promotional items for things I didn't believe. Writing about saunas and health benefits were okay because it was true. However, I wasn't going to sell myself out writing about fad diets.
I have to network. Not only do I network on the Internet, but I network in real life as well. I don't think about it when I do it now, either. It has become a part of my life. I get to know a person. I get to know what he or she does. It helps that even though I am an introvert, I like to know people and I like to know about people. It's just that once I know about them, I'm pretty good. I'll just want to get out every now and then. I'll want to talk to people that I know and I'll want to relax and talk about things that are happening.
I enjoy writing,so when they mention anything that might have to do with writing or something I've written, it's easy to say, "Oh, I wrote about that," or "I can write about that if you want."
Related Articles:
Which is the Better Social Networking Site: MySpace or Facebook?
How to Use Google's Social Media
Basically, it goes back to "I know a guy, who knows a guy, who knows a guy." However, instead of you needing to hire that guy, that guy might need to hire you. Of course, you might need the guy, too, but that's another story.
As a freelance writer, it is important for me to network not only because I need people to read and like my writings so I get paid, but also to learn about new places to write. I need to know about new opportunities. I do research writing jobs online, but I can't take up all my time doing that. When other writers happen to see what I write, they sometimes tell me about other outlets and I can take a look and apply if I feel I could write for that outlet.
I've had a few gigs come and go this way. It's usually because the writing gigs start out good but go downhill quickly. This was the case with ghostwriting. They were all things that I could write, and then when I wrote exactly what people wanted, they still complained. How many different ways can the benefits of chocolate be written for the same person? How can there be many benefits of fried chicken?
I didn't want to write promotional items for things I didn't believe. Writing about saunas and health benefits were okay because it was true. However, I wasn't going to sell myself out writing about fad diets.
I have to network. Not only do I network on the Internet, but I network in real life as well. I don't think about it when I do it now, either. It has become a part of my life. I get to know a person. I get to know what he or she does. It helps that even though I am an introvert, I like to know people and I like to know about people. It's just that once I know about them, I'm pretty good. I'll just want to get out every now and then. I'll want to talk to people that I know and I'll want to relax and talk about things that are happening.
I enjoy writing,so when they mention anything that might have to do with writing or something I've written, it's easy to say, "Oh, I wrote about that," or "I can write about that if you want."
Related Articles:
Which is the Better Social Networking Site: MySpace or Facebook?
How to Use Google's Social Media
Friday, April 27, 2012
M is for Mom, Mother, Mama . . .
I do love my Mama. However, she is very stressful lately. Some of it is definitely just her health. She has always had low blood pressure and being that it is really low, she is supposed to take Fludrocortizone (the brand name is Florinef). She doesn't take this all the time like she should. That makes it really bad because she is so dizzy that she falls.
She also takes Paxil (or whatever the generic brand is). One of the side effects is dizziness. This doesn't help.
Then, she also takes some type of medicine like Detrol L.A.
She is not very neat or nice with her, um, bodily functions, these days. We make sure she wears the store brand depends. She calls them her "unders," but honestly, when she kept having problems that made it so we constantly had to clean the floors, I knew she needed "diapers."
She raised me, or for those who are so picky and say that you raise farm animals and rear human children, she reared me. Obviously, I turned out as a good person. However, I don't think I would have been as neat as I am (and I'm not great at being neat, but I'm not as messy as my mom - or my sister) if it weren't for my Daddy.
Right now, my Mama is in her room. However, we want to get that room switched with what is currently my room. This is difficult for three girls to do on their own. I also need money to get direct connections to electricity, the internet, and the phone where I need them. That room is not set up well.
This room, however, is easily set up for her. We just need to switch a couple of beds and a my desk with her dresser. Of course, the rooms also need to be clean. I haven't forgotten this.
However, it seems like my mom and sister have forgotten this fact.
If you love your mother and want to celebrate a unique mother's day, why won't you do that by giving her the day off?
She also takes Paxil (or whatever the generic brand is). One of the side effects is dizziness. This doesn't help.
Then, she also takes some type of medicine like Detrol L.A.
She is not very neat or nice with her, um, bodily functions, these days. We make sure she wears the store brand depends. She calls them her "unders," but honestly, when she kept having problems that made it so we constantly had to clean the floors, I knew she needed "diapers."
She raised me, or for those who are so picky and say that you raise farm animals and rear human children, she reared me. Obviously, I turned out as a good person. However, I don't think I would have been as neat as I am (and I'm not great at being neat, but I'm not as messy as my mom - or my sister) if it weren't for my Daddy.
Right now, my Mama is in her room. However, we want to get that room switched with what is currently my room. This is difficult for three girls to do on their own. I also need money to get direct connections to electricity, the internet, and the phone where I need them. That room is not set up well.
This room, however, is easily set up for her. We just need to switch a couple of beds and a my desk with her dresser. Of course, the rooms also need to be clean. I haven't forgotten this.
However, it seems like my mom and sister have forgotten this fact.
If you love your mother and want to celebrate a unique mother's day, why won't you do that by giving her the day off?
Thursday, April 26, 2012
L is for Lutheran
I grew up as a Lutheran. I was raised in an Evangelical Lutheran Chuch in America (ELCA) church. Even when I was born, I was baptized in an ELCA church up in Midland, MI. I went to Vacation Bible School there when I was small. When we moved to Lake Charles, there was only a small ELCA congregation. It was awesome when I was little and it also had an awesome pastor. Sadly, he had AIDS that he got from a blood transfusion in the 1970s. They didn't know about checking for AIDS at the time that he got the blood transfusion. The next pastor was not so great, but the youth ministry was still under a strong and caring leader.
I can't say much about after he left. I can't say much about the people who ran the music program. I stayed in handbells and choirs because I loved music. However, the people weren't very caring and encouraged competition between members and also bullied me and my sister. They encouraged the people that bullied us.
Anyway, the next pastor we had was awesome, though. I had also started going to a Seventh Day Adventist Church while going to the Lutheran church. I picked up some of my beliefs at the Seventh Day Adventist Church, but found that I was mainly Lutheran due to most of my beliefs.
However, I had also been reading books about Christianity and I had gone to a few different denomination's worship services. I learned about different things from these and from Christian friends.
I grew even more when I was in college. It seems odd, but a couple of the classes where I definitely grew spiritually were my Honors English class and my Stage Combat class.
Was I still Lutheran? Maybe not according to everything said. However, I read the basic beliefs of the ELCA and they are the closest to mine. I still have beliefs from all over. I love other congregations, too.
In fact, there was a huge to-do at the local ELCA church that made it so I am not comfortable going there any longer. It was bad. They blamed me for things I never did.
However, I still love being affiliated with the Lutheran church. However, I go to an Episcopal church in the morning and a Disciples of Christ church in the evenings. If I can't get to the Episcopal church in the mornings, I watch a Methodist worship service on television.
I'm still growing spiritually - which is also a point that made me not like the local Lutheran Church. They seemed to think that once you are confirmed (eighth grade!) that you don't need to continue growing spiritually - that's it! They said, "you're an adult in the eyes of the church." Then, they didn't treat me like one at all. I had graduated college and they treated me like a child!
It's a mess because even though this happened months prior to writing the article, I was still very emotional about it. It is difficult to not get emotional about it.
Read Review and Story of St. Paul Lutheran Church in Lake Charles, LA.
I can't say much about after he left. I can't say much about the people who ran the music program. I stayed in handbells and choirs because I loved music. However, the people weren't very caring and encouraged competition between members and also bullied me and my sister. They encouraged the people that bullied us.
Anyway, the next pastor we had was awesome, though. I had also started going to a Seventh Day Adventist Church while going to the Lutheran church. I picked up some of my beliefs at the Seventh Day Adventist Church, but found that I was mainly Lutheran due to most of my beliefs.
However, I had also been reading books about Christianity and I had gone to a few different denomination's worship services. I learned about different things from these and from Christian friends.
I grew even more when I was in college. It seems odd, but a couple of the classes where I definitely grew spiritually were my Honors English class and my Stage Combat class.
Was I still Lutheran? Maybe not according to everything said. However, I read the basic beliefs of the ELCA and they are the closest to mine. I still have beliefs from all over. I love other congregations, too.
In fact, there was a huge to-do at the local ELCA church that made it so I am not comfortable going there any longer. It was bad. They blamed me for things I never did.
However, I still love being affiliated with the Lutheran church. However, I go to an Episcopal church in the morning and a Disciples of Christ church in the evenings. If I can't get to the Episcopal church in the mornings, I watch a Methodist worship service on television.
I'm still growing spiritually - which is also a point that made me not like the local Lutheran Church. They seemed to think that once you are confirmed (eighth grade!) that you don't need to continue growing spiritually - that's it! They said, "you're an adult in the eyes of the church." Then, they didn't treat me like one at all. I had graduated college and they treated me like a child!
It's a mess because even though this happened months prior to writing the article, I was still very emotional about it. It is difficult to not get emotional about it.
Read Review and Story of St. Paul Lutheran Church in Lake Charles, LA.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
K is for Kris Kristofferson
I've never been a huge fan of Kris Kristofferson. What I have known is that he wrote songs. I really didn't know that he was an actor and writer as well as musician until I read more about him before writing this. I wasn't sure what to pick for K. I decided on Kris Kristofferson because he is in "The Lutherans Song" by Lost And Found.
You can hear that here:
(Google may be taking over the earth, but sometimes it is nice being able to put everything in a blog post so easily!)
I also had no idea what he was born about nine hours away from Lake Charles, LA in Brownsville, TX and then for awhile hat he worked only an hour away on helicopters in Lafayette, LA. In a way, he is kind of local.
I also learned that he was in the movie, Bring Me The Head of Alfredo Garcia. Sometimes I play at a place called MC5 (sometimes called the Morningverse), and they have movie puns. That movie is one of the favorites that people like to use for puns. It's worth visiting MC5 for a lot of fun and laughter. You can join in the games or just read. Either way, it's lots of fun.
I don't have many links that relate to this, but I do have this video:
How to Book Lost And Found for a Concert - sorry, it's not a YouTube video, so you have to click the link to go watch it. Edit: It looks like there is code to put the video in the blog post!
You can hear that here:
I also had no idea what he was born about nine hours away from Lake Charles, LA in Brownsville, TX and then for awhile hat he worked only an hour away on helicopters in Lafayette, LA. In a way, he is kind of local.
I also learned that he was in the movie, Bring Me The Head of Alfredo Garcia. Sometimes I play at a place called MC5 (sometimes called the Morningverse), and they have movie puns. That movie is one of the favorites that people like to use for puns. It's worth visiting MC5 for a lot of fun and laughter. You can join in the games or just read. Either way, it's lots of fun.
I don't have many links that relate to this, but I do have this video:
How to Book Lost And Found for a Concert - sorry, it's not a YouTube video, so you have to click the link to go watch it. Edit: It looks like there is code to put the video in the blog post!
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
J is for Jock
You would think that it would be odd for a girl who loves literature and learning to be writing about jocks. You'd think that jocks and these subjects have nothing to do with each other. That's not exactly true. Sure, eventually jocks seem to go their separate ways from the academic crowd. However, in high school, they usually have to keep at least a C average in all their classes.
Now, it would seem that jocks would be taking the easy subjects in order to keep a C average. However, when I went to high school, my high school was awesome. I can't say much for the state of it these days, but it was awesome when I was there. I'd love for it to become awesome again.
I was in Advanced Physics class with football players! When I was a Freshman, in the SPARK (it's the program for gifted students in Calcasieu Parish in Louisiana - even higher than the advanced classes [known as Phase 3 classes]), the quarterback was a sophomore and he was in SPARK and took his English and Math classes that were available in SPARK!
He also used to eat any food he had in sight, but that's another story.
So, I'm not adverse to interacting with jocks. It's something I did when I was younger and I'm not adverse to interacting with them these days, either. I don't understand a ton about sports, but I understand enough to get that there is a point to playing, getting exercise, and having good sportsmanship.
Now that I am helping to get tax deductible charitable donations for an event called Woofstock in October, I am e-mailing and contacting many sports teams and sports organizations. I'm pretty sure I contacted all the NFL teams or sent the forms to the main organizer, contacted NASCAR, and have been contacting NBA. I need to still contact some of the MBA, I think (though I may have some of that done) and the NHL. I'm not on my computer at home because currently the Internet there is not working. It seems something has gone screwy with the cable's phone line and that is what is needed for our Internet, phone, and alarm system.
My sister can check the plug she knows once we get home. However, I needed to be able to work, e-mail, and volunteer today.
I guess it is back to being a "smart one" and also interacting with jocks! Things sometimes come full circle.
Now, it would seem that jocks would be taking the easy subjects in order to keep a C average. However, when I went to high school, my high school was awesome. I can't say much for the state of it these days, but it was awesome when I was there. I'd love for it to become awesome again.
I was in Advanced Physics class with football players! When I was a Freshman, in the SPARK (it's the program for gifted students in Calcasieu Parish in Louisiana - even higher than the advanced classes [known as Phase 3 classes]), the quarterback was a sophomore and he was in SPARK and took his English and Math classes that were available in SPARK!
He also used to eat any food he had in sight, but that's another story.
So, I'm not adverse to interacting with jocks. It's something I did when I was younger and I'm not adverse to interacting with them these days, either. I don't understand a ton about sports, but I understand enough to get that there is a point to playing, getting exercise, and having good sportsmanship.
Now that I am helping to get tax deductible charitable donations for an event called Woofstock in October, I am e-mailing and contacting many sports teams and sports organizations. I'm pretty sure I contacted all the NFL teams or sent the forms to the main organizer, contacted NASCAR, and have been contacting NBA. I need to still contact some of the MBA, I think (though I may have some of that done) and the NHL. I'm not on my computer at home because currently the Internet there is not working. It seems something has gone screwy with the cable's phone line and that is what is needed for our Internet, phone, and alarm system.
My sister can check the plug she knows once we get home. However, I needed to be able to work, e-mail, and volunteer today.
I guess it is back to being a "smart one" and also interacting with jocks! Things sometimes come full circle.
Monday, April 23, 2012
I is for Ill
I don't know of anybody who likes being ill. There's probably some strange person who likes it, but I'm not going to look for that person.
Anyway, on Saturday afternoon, I started feeling bad and felt bad all day Sunday. At least I feel better this morning, so I think it was just a bug that I caught over the weekend.
I had been really cold Saturday afternoon and by Sunday afternoon, I was hot. I still need to wash my hair and get myself all pulled together and neat again, but I'll do that before I really need to go anywhere. It's just good to be feeling better.
It's not exactly akin to being ill, but it was interesting to read that scientists think they have figured out what causes "brain freeze." I had already read somewhere that it isn't technically "brain freeze," but is actually "brain warmth" due to an increase in blood flow.
Their research confirms this. You can read about scientists figuring out why brain freeze happens by reading this article from Live Science.
I wonder if this research will help with finding out and possibly having a cure for migraines. My Daddy always had bad migraines. I rarely have them, but have had one or two, for certain, because my body wanted no noise and no light - just total darkness and silence.
Here's a Fun Kind of Related Article (but not really):
How My Sister Literally Gave Me Stomach Ache
Anyway, on Saturday afternoon, I started feeling bad and felt bad all day Sunday. At least I feel better this morning, so I think it was just a bug that I caught over the weekend.
I had been really cold Saturday afternoon and by Sunday afternoon, I was hot. I still need to wash my hair and get myself all pulled together and neat again, but I'll do that before I really need to go anywhere. It's just good to be feeling better.
It's not exactly akin to being ill, but it was interesting to read that scientists think they have figured out what causes "brain freeze." I had already read somewhere that it isn't technically "brain freeze," but is actually "brain warmth" due to an increase in blood flow.
Their research confirms this. You can read about scientists figuring out why brain freeze happens by reading this article from Live Science.
I wonder if this research will help with finding out and possibly having a cure for migraines. My Daddy always had bad migraines. I rarely have them, but have had one or two, for certain, because my body wanted no noise and no light - just total darkness and silence.
Here's a Fun Kind of Related Article (but not really):
How My Sister Literally Gave Me Stomach Ache
Sunday, April 22, 2012
H is for Heart - additions
Easy enough is that I went to McNeese from 2000-2004. Stage Combat was a theater class that I took. It sounds like what it is. It is learning to fight for the stage. It is learning that the fighting and sword fighting in movies is not real, but choreographed. However, the teacher in that glass was a really high up person in the Martial Arts fields. He was known as a grand dragon.
I'm not completely sure how to explain chakra, so I'll post from Wikipedia. It says, "The concept of chakra originates in Hindu texts and features in tantric and yogic traditions of Hinduism and Buddhism. Its name derives from the Sanskrit word for "wheel" or "turning"
I'm not completely sure how to explain chakra, so I'll post from Wikipedia. It says, "The concept of chakra originates in Hindu texts and features in tantric and yogic traditions of Hinduism and Buddhism. Its name derives from the Sanskrit word for "wheel" or "turning"
The chakras are believed to be a number of wheel-like vortices which, according to traditional Indian medicine, exist in the surface of the subtle body of living beings. The chakras are said to be "force centers" or whorls of energy permeating, from a point on the physical body, the layers of the subtle bodies in an ever-increasing fan-shaped formation. Rotating vortices of subtle matter, they are considered focal points for the reception and transmission of energies. Different belief systems posit a varying number of chakras; the best-known system in the West has seven chakras.
It is typical for chakras to be depicted as either flower-like or wheel-like. In the former case, "petals" are shown around the perimeter of a circle. In the latter, spokes divide the circle into segments making the chakra resemble a wheel (or "chakra"). Each chakra possesses a specific number of segments or petals.
Texts describing the chakras go back as far as the later Upanishads, for example the Yoga Kundalini Upanishad."
The image from Wikipedia is
We also did aura sight and that is the colors around the human body that are supposed to tell about a person. This was featured in an episode of "Boy Meets World," I think.
H is for Heart
I am mostly controlled by my emotions., my heart. If you believe in chakras, people will fell around and find that my heart chakra is the strongest. Am I saying I believe in chakras? I believe in something spiritual. I think God has more going on than we know. Part of my spiritual beliefs also come from my stage combat class that I took at McNeese. Most of them are very Christian and very ELCA (most Liberal Lutheran denomination), but they come from all kinds of denominations and places, too.
People, not surprisingly, think that I am led by my mind. Ever since at least the second grade, I was known as smart. It probably had to be before second grade. My elementary school tried putting the top students in a class together when I was in second grade. They were not supposed to continue this practice in the other grades, but they didn't completely abandon it. It seems that then they used two teachers and mixed in some of the lower scoring students who went to tutors during the day.
Disney has a song "A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes." Sometimes, these dreams seem good and would say they are also good wishes. However, I know that not everything I dream are things I would want to happen. Strange dreams are ones that I probably wouldn't want to happen, but sometimes would not be big deal if they did.
However, I've had some disturbing dreams where people I know and care about have bad relationships. I would never truly want that to happen.
I think part of the reason is that I get very excited simply catching up with old friends and classmates. I love to reconnect and talk. I especially love doing this with classmates that are smart. I don't believe there's anything wrong with being attracted to people and not wanting to act on that attraction.
Related Articles:
If you are dreaming, you are often said to be in Never Never Land.
An unrealistic dream of fantasy is said to be a Pipe Dream.
Controlling your dreams while partially awake is Lucid Dreaming.
People, not surprisingly, think that I am led by my mind. Ever since at least the second grade, I was known as smart. It probably had to be before second grade. My elementary school tried putting the top students in a class together when I was in second grade. They were not supposed to continue this practice in the other grades, but they didn't completely abandon it. It seems that then they used two teachers and mixed in some of the lower scoring students who went to tutors during the day.
Disney has a song "A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes." Sometimes, these dreams seem good and would say they are also good wishes. However, I know that not everything I dream are things I would want to happen. Strange dreams are ones that I probably wouldn't want to happen, but sometimes would not be big deal if they did.
However, I've had some disturbing dreams where people I know and care about have bad relationships. I would never truly want that to happen.
I think part of the reason is that I get very excited simply catching up with old friends and classmates. I love to reconnect and talk. I especially love doing this with classmates that are smart. I don't believe there's anything wrong with being attracted to people and not wanting to act on that attraction.
Related Articles:
If you are dreaming, you are often said to be in Never Never Land.
An unrealistic dream of fantasy is said to be a Pipe Dream.
Controlling your dreams while partially awake is Lucid Dreaming.
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