I haven't felt much like writing lately. Mostly because I've been watching too much 24, says Alison. But there are other reasons. For instance, my last post ended up being excessively sarcastic. The post remained up overnight and, the next morning, at the suggestion of my wife and the conviction of the Holy Spirit (that's nearly the same thing, isn't it?), I deleted it. That meant that I also, painfully, deleted Chad's comment, which made me laugh.
I've been a little more sarcastic than usual lately. The deleted post and one other event helped me realize it and so I've asked for grace to deal with that attitude, which is simply bitterness dressed up in tights and a cartwheel ruff.
I have about 16 hours of freelancing due by Monday, which is problematic since I just received two more 24 discs today from Netflix. I am hardpressed from both directions, having the desire to insert the disc and be with Jack, for that is very much better; yet to remain on with the company offering the freelance opportunity is more necessary for my family's sake. And convinced of this, I know that I shall spend my time freelancing.
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I haven't had a vehicle in nearly two weeks. You stay-at-home moms understand what I'm saying. It's not that I have anywhere to go, of course, it's simply that I can't go anywhere. I'm naturally a home-body, but I also despise when something is forced upon me - even something I enjoy. (This is why I read so few of the required novels while earning my undergraduate degree in English.) Flat tires, serpentine belts - nothing major, just lots of minor problems. Gremlins exist.
Boy, those new Mustangs are hot, aren't they?
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No one is sick, and we have been given so very much. My side/back has been hurting. Some of that has to do with the fact that I eat too much Cheez Whiz, but I've been walking for nearly four months now and the pain doesn't seem to be getting much better. The side/back pain comes and goes. Quite frankly, it's probably my mattress as much as it is my extra padding. On some mornings it's difficult to get up, and I have to find a semi-comfortable way to roll out of bed. Grunting and gasping are involved as well as several sharp intakes of breath. But it's not so bad. I'm not chewing on Ibuprofen yet.
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I've been wrestling with the kids, enjoying the boy demanding "Oompa," enjoying watching him laugh and dance during the songs. He favored Tim Burton's version today. The raccoon has this laugh that is irresistible - it's that self-conscious, public laugh that leaps out, and never slips. It's a reminder of baptism, of newness, of life. It makes me laugh in spite of everything else, along with everything else, and through everything else.
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I've discovered Francis Cardinal Arinze from Nigeria - the man is wise and witty; he has an excellent accent and a podcast. Arinze rocks. Can I say that about a cardinal?
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My wife got home from work today around 4:45. It was good to see her.
9 comments:
I must have missed the sarcastic post.
Thanks for the update.
Einstein's Protege is at my shoulder begging to be allowed on the computer before school so I can't go on.
maybe the wrestling is making your back hurt...
I had hopes today of going to the mall and making over myself well as much as a 20 dollar trim would..but its raining and that idea flew out the window...probably for the best though since i am to chicken to cut my hair anyway...i had a point oh yeah... the car...
even though i don't have anywhere to go, the possibility of it keeps me hanging on...
no where t go that is except the dr appts or my unsuccessful attempt to join the real world -but i was rained out-- now my walk around the block is even gone--sigh sigh---
will i ever be a "real" person again? :P
I don't remember what I said (this happens often) so no harm done. heh.
I was one of the few who DID see the sarcastic comment. Gave me a chuckle. I appreciated the sympathy, and I was sorry to see it go. I don't think all sarcasm is just bitterness--sometimes, it's just a way to cope a little bit better.
Dan, I think you're right - and I think my post was one of those things that I needed to write regardless. Just expressing that feeling helped. And while I feel that way (or feel that others feel that way about me), I know some particular people who read my blog that would be very offended by it. That's why I removed it. These are people, by the way, I don't need to be offending (if you know what I'm saying).
Chad, no foul, no harm. Strike that, reverse it.
Jeweliet01, I doubt it. : ) Either that, we're the real ones.
Anna, good luck on the car hunt, and I suppose there is something to be said for being busy. Make sure you get a break now and again.
Alison, no problem - it wasn't that funny anyway.
Well, Scott...you can still see Chad's smart alecky comment here. :-) Google's scary...
http://72.14.207.104/search?q=cache:vgVl_OJkIggJ:sweptover.blogspot.com/2006/05/sympathies.html+sympathies+swept+over&hl=en&gl=us&ct=clnk&cd=1
I enjoyed this hodge-podge post, and the very wonderful one before it.
24 is an addiction. You may have to seek deliverance if you're not careful.
I know what you mean about the car. I am home most of the time, but I like to have a car there so that should I decide to go somewhere, I can.
I have no idea what the new Mustangs look like.
Oh yeah! How dare you delete a Michael W. Smith lyric reference!
I forgot - I want to support the assertion that the suggestion of your wife and the conviction of the Holy Spirit are nearly the same thing.
BTW I really like Laura's accent, it reminds me of one of my aunt's and a couple of my cousins' - sort of honeyed, soft and languid. I much prefer it to the kind of Southern accent that brings chainsaws and squirrels (boiled, not frolicking in trees) to mind.
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