Saturday, January 22, 2011

I've Moved

I have permanently moved my blog to Wordpress.

Find me HERE.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Technology is Confusing

So, I'm doing a new website. And I'm so confused. They say that it's easy, just follow these directions, blah, blah.

But it obviously assumes you know techy lingo and understand what php and cPanel and a whole plethora of stuff. I do not know what most of it means. I just want it to be up so I can do stuff. Is that so much to ask?

So, that's how I'm spending my Friday evening. I am the most exciting person on the planet, and don't you forget it.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

New and Old

New:

Some TfT news will be coming soon!

Old:

My son is much better today. Yay! My mom thinks he should stay home one more day since he did have a very low fever most of the day. I HAVE to go to work tomorrow, so she’ll have to watch him.

New/Old:

The satellite is finally fixed! I am so glad for hulu.com. Seriously. If I would have had to miss my weekly date with Alex O’Loughlin, heads would have rolled.

And that’s all for today. Super exciting, I know!

Monday, January 17, 2011

Sickness, Healing, Prayer - and All That Stuff

My mom is sick.

We (and by we, I mean several doctors so far) can't figure out what's wrong with her.

It started in early December. Dizzy, weak, faint-ish.

Over a month later, still the same.

She's been to three or four doctors, who've all taken blood and done heart tests and all sorts of stuff. She's tried a few medicines (she's uber-sensitive), eats more and better (not that we eat bad to begin with). It's so frustrating because she's had to basically quit life. She can't drive, and it uses so much energy to get ready to leave the house that she can barely make it through whatever she went out to do.

I HATE my mom being like this.

[Sidebar - a wonderful doctor friend of ours is determined to figure out what's going on and get her well. Unlike the other doctors that have done standard tests, taken some money, then say, "Oh, well, I can't help you. Next."]

Which brings me to the healing part. I wonder sometimes if God still heals people.

Yes, I've heard - just recently in fact - from friends who have experienced or first-hand witnessed it. I think that's awesome. But, I guess I wonder if it's ever going to be something I see.

The Bible says all sorts of things about prayer and healing and so on. "Where two or more are gathered..." "Whatever you ask for in my name..." Those are a couple of the biggies.

So many people have been praying for my mom, in His name. She's not better. Then you start to wonder if you're praying right, or hard enough, or if you did something that you haven't confessed or whatever. And you start to doubt that God will heal. Or answer your prayers in general.

I believe God CAN heal. I know that He answers prayers for financial, job, marriage, blah blah. I just wonder if He will ever answer me.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Thank You, Captain Obvious

Today's post is definitely obvious after the phone call I am about to recount to you.

The satellite is down. Not working. No signal. It's been acting up for a couple of days, which I thought was the rain or something, but it's not working at all today. My mom, being the football fanatic that she is, immediately called DirecTV first thing this morning. They are sending a technician out on.... Tuesday! Yay! [Not.]

Then she made me call them back to make sure they are going to give us a credit for the 4+ days that it's been out, especially since she is missing the playoffs. (She doesn't strike as a football fan, does she? But she is. She will hole up in the media room and watch about 42 games in a row.)

So I call, and 'Pat' answered. (I'm not explaining that. If you don't know, YouTube some OLD SNL.) I state that we have a service call, but since they're not coming until Tuesday, and we're missing the playoffs, we should get a credit for the time the satellite is not working. Ok, that's the plan, moving on.

I ask if they live stream or if they have any recommendations of where we can live stream the games. First, I don't think Pat knows what live streaming is. I had to repeat it. The first answer was, "The football games show on your local stations." I had to pause for a moment. Then I said that yes, I know that, but we don't have any satellite feed, remember? "Oh, yes, I see that here on the service call." You mean the service call that you've been looking at? That one?

Then the answer was, "I know that there are a few restaurants and sports bars in your area that will show the game. Also, if you have a friend or family member that gets local channels, you can watch with them." Thank you, Captain Obvious. I never would have thought of that. That isn't what I asked though. I started to repeat the question, which I think confused Pat more, so I just said never mind and thanked Pat.

Sometimes I wonder about people.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Are We Dogs?

That is the question I posed to my 10 year old daughter today.

This followed:

Her brother crying, followed by running and a slamming door. The door slammed as I heard her say, "No, don't say anything." Followed by me sighing and going to open the slammed door to hear, "Don't tell mommy. I said I was sorry."

Of course we all know that "Don't tell mommy" means that someone did something they knew would get them in trouble. MB managed to tell me, in between sobs (and not at all over-dramaticism) that, "[MG] bit me."

Really?

I actually said that. This was one of those moments.

As I put her to bed, immediately, I asked if we bite people. "Are we dogs? Do we go around biting people like hungry little vampires?" She giggled, of course because her mom is incredibly funny even when disciplining sometimes, but stopped when she saw that mommy was not laughing.

MB finally got over it. A little mark, but nothing terrible. Luckily he was wearing a thick sweatshirt.

So, no, we are not dogs. Just in case you were wondering.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Strange Habits 2

(See? I told you the title was genius.)

I have this thing with my pillow. I do not like people touching it. Do not touch my pillow. Seriously. I have been known to change the pillow case should someone mess with it even slightly.

First off, I'm not crazy about people sitting on my bed. It's my bed, not a chair! Bugs me. But get on my pillow? It's on. I mean, it REALLY bugs me. I will walk over and take my pillow and put it in a safe place, after I change the case, of course.

All of my family laughs at me. My Grandma has teased me about it my entire life. Only my kids, when they were babies, could lay on it. Now, not so much. I actually get nervous when someone starts creeping to closely and I think they might touch it.

When my son was a baby, a diaper had fallen out of the garbage or something, and so my dad (since I totally did it on purpose) put the diaper on my pillow. ON. MY. PILLOW. I washed my pillow. The whole thing went in the washer. I almost killed him.

I shower every night, so I like to pretend that my pillow is only touched my my clean hair. I guess the best course of action for anyone is to give my entire bed a wide berth. If you ever visit me, just don't even go in my room so that you can avoid the freak out that will come if you get near my pillow.

I know I can't be the only person in the world with a pillow thing. Someone join me!