tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-112090072011-12-13T22:55:05.730-05:00my motto, my mantra, my future epitaphSusiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03271957692024955768noreply@blogger.comBlogger4311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11209007.post-43289692101200956032007-07-11T09:15:00.000-04:002007-07-11T09:13:58.510-04:00

No, it's not another astronut diaper post. I gotta get outta here. Have needed to for quite a while. I'm not stopping blogging (I think), but in order not to do that, I need a change of scenery. Y'all are most welcome to come with me, to my new little place. This blog was kind of like my dreamhouse, my big farmhouse with the wraparound porch. But it's been the scene of some crimes, and the

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When I'm wrong, I don't mind admitting it. I reported some news here back in February that, turns out, was in error. I really don't want to send you all out into the world with misinformation. So here's the real poop news:ORLANDO, Fla. - Former astronaut Lisa Nowak didn't wear diapers during her 950-mile road trip to confront a romantic rival, her lawyer said Friday, disputing one of the more

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UPDATE (7/9): Thanks for the guesses. We went to Vermont. More details here in the comments. It will take me a few days to sort through all the pix and get more up on flickr. My flickr badge is still not welcome in my sidebar for some reason, so if you want to check for more photos, just click on any one posted here and it will take you to my flickr place. (I've never invited you to my

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Years ago, I was stopped at a redlight, reading the bumper stickers on the car in front of me. One of them read, "Honk if you love Jesus!" I happily, impulsively honked. And then observed the enthusiastically proffered middle finger of the motorist ahead of me. "Oh," I thought, "must not be your car."Today I visited Lynn, who also encouraged me to honk if I love Jesus. Sorta. She offered a

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I went to a continuing ed. event today, where the presenter asked for volunteers from the audience to be his clients and help demonstrate his therapeutic technique. I have always had mixed feelings about this practice by presenters. On the one hand, we get a birds-eye view of what the therapeutic technique looks like. On the other hand, you never know what sort of volunteer you're going to

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Photo, kindness of OddMixSunday Post ~ "As much as we need a prosperous economy, we also need a prosperity of kindness and decency." -- Caroline Kennedy SchlossburgHebrews 13:1-2file under: &Sunday Post

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I've been feeling overwhelmed for quite some time, now. And I can take a lot. I think I've often lived a rather stressful life. Much of this was not of my own making, but I must admit, some of it has been. WTF, as best I can tell, is not of my own making. I got some news this past Monday that I haven't even told many people IRL yet, and no one online. The toxicdoc called me to say that the

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I love my work. I thank God I'm still well enough to do it as much as I do. And some days, where I work, it's too much, and we just look at each other and shake our heads, like, "Are you believing this?" I had just gotten off the phone, taking an application for our waiting list, a family in need of a counselor. I walked out of the office to see my colleagues looking a bit the worse for wear,

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Every time I encounter this, I feel the need to say something, to shout something, about it. But I haven't before. I've just encountered it again. I'm saying something.I have to say this, not to criticize those who have already done it -- that's not productive -- but to plead with those who are thinking about doing it, to those who are convincing themselves that it will be OK. IT WON'T BE OK.

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Sunday Post ~ "He didn't tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it." -- Clarence Budington Kelland (speaking of his father)Ephesians 6:4Happy Father's Day to the Dads, brothers, uncles, single Moms with double duty, and all those whom someone is watching how you live. That's pretty much everyone.file under: &Sunday Post

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He didn't really freak out. Because 1)it was a fake butterfly and B)he has no eyeholes, so he didn't even know it was there.Have a happy weekend, Ratsasstafarians. Wish us success (survival?) with LG's graduation party!file under: &Biscuit

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Blog. The fancy schmancy one just plain broke. So until it gets back from the repair shop, or I get a loan to buy a new fancy one, I will be driving this one. I couldn't believe the emails I got, from people I never even knew about, looking for the blog and being unable to see it. First, I was so flattered that people were looking for it, and second, I felt terrible that they had to go to

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Over the weekend, I received some emails from people who were trying to read "What Was I Thinking?" but couldn't. Best I can tell, people who use Internet Explorer have been barred from the premises. So, I'm posting this to say, "Hey, let me know if you can't read this." But how much sense does that make?So how about this: if you're reading this in some other browser, but you have access to

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Sunday Post ~ "...hope is a revolutionary patience...Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don't give up." -- Anne LamottIsaiah 43:18-19file under: &Sunday Post

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While wandering the winding roads of blogworld the other day, I discovered that I had been nominated for a major award (that's really the only kind of award with which I ever want to be associated). And like all my other major awards, it was not voted on (I can't actually get that kind), but was just handed to me by a far-too-generous blogfriend. In this case, the friend was the wonderful,

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As before, these things are unrelated to one another. If you try to make them make sense, you could hurt yourself. (The first one was here, and the second one was here.)There's a lot you don't know about your pants.No, Biscuit!How many descriptions did the doctor give me?Fine. I'll stop putting arsenic in your food.At Rita's: S: Oh, no. That lady's dress is in her butt. J: That's never a good

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Sunday Post ~ "For a long time, it seemed to me that life was about to begin: Real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be got through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life." -- Fr. Alfred D'Souza Psalm 118:24file under: &Sunday Post

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As I said to my dear LadyBug in comments on the previous post, I don't have any real answers. I did, however, see the toxicdoc, and she listened carefully to my theories. I had emailed her a link to some of the research I had done, and she had actually read it, done more research, made some calls, etc., before I even got there! I was very impressed and pleased with her. As I expected, she has

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Can you keep a secret?I can. With the best of them. It's part of what I do for a living. And that may be part of why I really don't like to do it in real life. Let me amend that. It's not that I don't like keeping confidences. Actually, keeping confidence is my default mode. You don't really have to tell me not to pass something along. Unless you specifically tell me to pass it along, I

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While visiting virtual friends recently, I was reminded of how very much I enjoy children's artwork. William sent others here to see the turkeys and the snowmans (perhaps my favorite posts here), and he showed us the chilling charming examples of his own artwork. The depravity imagination depicted there was inspiring. At about the same time, CK talked about viewing her son's artwork at the

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Sunday Post ~ "Do not waste time bothering whether you 'love' your neighbor; act as if you did. As soon as we do this we find one of the great secrets. When you are behaving as if you loved someone you will presently come to love him." -- C. S. LewisMatthew 22:36-40file under: &Sunday Post

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You have always been my type. You know this. I have never been able to resist your kind. But today, as I look at you . . . it's just too much. You're too much. The things I've loved about you in the past . . . overwhelm me now, in this new incarnation of you. Your best qualities, they're overdone now; my favorite parts of you . . . frankly, they're too damned big now. I can't handle all

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Sunday Post ~ "Let us not look back in anger or forward in fear, but around in awareness." -- James ThurberMatthew 6:25-34file under: &Sunday Post

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Q. So really, is there any news?A. There wasn't until today. There were just people telling me, "Yep, it looks like what you think has happened is probably what has happened. But you are the only person in the world that this has ever happened to, ever ever ever, and there is no one in this world who knows what to do about it."But theeeeeennnnnn, I talked to a co-worker, whose spouse was

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Sometimes I get so tired of thinking and talking about WTF. My symptoms often give me no choice regarding the thinking part, but I do try to limit talking about it. Still, I know that some people would like an update. I've decided that instead of my talking more about it just now, I'd invite some celebrity friends (what? I do so have celebrity friends) to answer some questions that I

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Out to dinner to celebrate Mother's Day, we decided to splurge, calorically, and take a look at the tempting dessert tray.The waitress tells us the name of each confection, "white mousse pyramid, strawberry cheesecake, chocolate-chocolate cake, baklava, pecan tart, chocolate chip Bavarian . . . "LG had been waiting for her to identify that one. "That's it! I'll have the chocolate chip ovarian,

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Sunday Post ~ "The two biggest questions to ask ourselves in life, at any age, are: Are most of the people I know glad that I am here? Am I glad that I am here, myself? Anyone who can honestly answer 'YES' to those two questions most of the time has learned to BEHAVE in this world and to live a happy life." -- from the book, aboveIf you look at my Mother's Day posts of the past couple of

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Alternate Title: My Therapist's Tree Fell in My YardThis is the post that I always thought would be my last, my blogging grand finale, because I hope to God nothing more bizarre than this story happens in my life. But now I've decided to tell it here, and I don't intend for it to be my last, but you must admit, it is bizarre, even for me.In the early Spring of 2002, as LG was about to finish

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In order to keep my head-shrinker's license current, I must endure receive 40 hours of continuing education every 2 years. Last year, I got zero hours. I was too ill to sit all day in a hard chair under fluorescent lights and listen to someone dumber than I for 6-8 hours. (I have an attitude about continuing ed. in my profession. Not that I don't think we should be required to pursue it; I

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Sunday Post ~ "When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves." -- Victor FranklEphesians 3:14-21

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This MIGHT just be something. I'm not going to spell things out, because when the people who should have been researching this for the past year start researching it, I don't want them to end up here.Last July, I told the New Rollogist, as I had told others, that my gut told me that something went wrong during the kidney stone procedure. Specifically, I believed that metal (Ti) clips in my body

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61. I have a (little bitty) celeb crush on Apolo Anton Ohno. I have since the 2002 Olympics. He's just a baby, but still... I now see him twice a week on Dancing with the Stars. Yes, I admit it, I watch. Hey, y'all vote for him and keep him on there for me!Oh, and while I'm talking about TV, I love Friday Night Lights. If you haven't watched it, it's not just about football. In fact, it's

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I had been thinking of writing that "others" post for a long time. Then several weeks ago, I got an email from Traci. Her email and my response made me want to write about those kids even more. And after I wrote about them, and heard your responses, I decided to share selected parts of Traci's and my email exchange (with Traci's consent; thank you, Traci).Dear Susie:I've worked this email out in

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Sunday Post ~ "Face the facts of being what you are, for that is what changes what you are." "Now, with God's help, I shall become myself." -- both quotes, Soren KierkegaardRomans 12:2 (the whole chapter is one of my favorites)

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It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you can talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or

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I will never be "Mother of . . ." this or any other year. If you all knew how many times on any given day, I screw up, where my child is concerned, you would . . . well, that depends on who you are and whether you like me or not. But I'm here to tell you, I screw up daily. HOWEVER. I do manage to know where my kid IS! Almost all of the time. I know I just wrote about this stuff, but what is wrong

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Really pissed me off disgruntled me: LG went to a friend's house for dinner and to go see a play, a little theater play in which another of their friends was performing. Actually, she went to the little girl's father's house, where the little girl visits every other weekend. The Dad said that he would have LG home by 9 p.m.9 p.m. comes and goes. No problem, they probably went backstage, blah

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Sunday Post ~I would take no for an answer,Just to know I heard You speak,And I'm wondering why I've neverSeen the signs they claim they see,A lot of special revelationsMeant for everybody but me,Maybe I don't truly know You,or maybe I just simply believe...'Cause I can sniff, I can see,and I can count up pretty high;but these facultiesaren't getting meany closer to the sky,but my heart of faith

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You may have noticed the flurry of silly on the blog this week. Not that I need an occasion for a flurry of silly, but this week I had one. In between laughing at Pearl, and joking with you all, and making fun of the tree lady, I cried, a lot. Hard crying that would hit while I was driving in my car, or sitting at my desk, or lying down to sleep. And I needed to escape to silly when I

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I misspelled a word in a letter to the elementary school Gifted and Talented Committee. (Now they'll know I'm not really one of them.) LG knows that we are on the fence about whether we want her in that program in middle school. Last night I told her about my discovery of the misspelled word. She said, accusingly, "Now they'll think I don't have smart parents! Is that what you want them to

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There's one more person I'd trade places with:Here she is.I'd trade with Pearl, because she's the most beloved woman on the internet. Plus, my family would love having her for a day. I know you've seen this everywhere else, even in emails from me, but really, can you get too much Pearl? I think not. I hope she gets her own show.Update to the update: If you're worried about Pearl, read here.

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OK, it's not really Barbara Walters, it's Eclectic. And I don't know whether she wants to or not, because I asked her to. Because most of what I have to say these days is some variation of "WTF is wrong with me?" and because you all must be even more bored with that than I am, I decided to do a meme. These are five questions from Eclectic, and my answers:1. If you could trade places with

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The title of this post is something that I find myself saying to LG with rather alarming frequency. It's always after one of her little girlfriends has done something heinous. We were talking about this at the agency where I work the other day, and everyone there had stories to share of mean girls. Mean little girls, be they nieces, neighbors, what have you. Aren't parents teaching their kids

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I got nothin'. I could come up with just any old picture, and quote, and scripture. But believe it or not, every Sunday Post I've ever done has had some inspiration, some actual meaning for me on that day, at that time. Today, I got nothin'. I am sick, and sad, and weary. There's the health thing, there are family things, there are friend things . . . blech. I do remain thankful; I know my

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Thank you, kind, dear people for checking in, for praying, for thinking of me. I had the EMG. It was negative. That is very good news. When the New Rollogist said, "It's good news and bad news," I knew it was good news. "Positive" would have been "confirming for ALF." He said a couple of months ago that "negative" wouldn't rule ALF out, but between his clinical judgment and the negative EMG

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Fill 'er up.By request, a photograph of my orange pee jug. Oh, the indignities I endure to please you people.

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Easter Sunday Post ~ The Legend of the Three TreesThis is a story I like to read to little ones at EasterOnce upon a mountain top, three little trees stood and dreamed of what they wanted to become when they grew up. The first little tree looked up at the stars and said, "I want to hold treasure. I want to be covered with gold and filled with precious stones. I'll be the most beautiful

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Every year, I try to make a special Easter dessert with LG. Not that we need extra sugar, what with all the chocolate that is about to appear in baskets, etc. It's just a tradition. WTF has kept me from doing a lot of things, but I'm happy to report, we got the bunnycake made!Plus, because this year's bunnycake only required one layer, we also made basket cupcakes, which LG decorated, quite

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I want to try to make this short and boring, rather than long and boring. Unnecessary sentences like this one and the one preceding it won't help much with that intention, will they? Nor will rhetorical questions like that one.OK. I saw the endocrine doc on Wednesday. This was veeeeeery interesting, because even though I had been taking 50,000 IUs of Vitamin D per week for 6 weeks, in

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A couple of weeks ago, Jif and I were at Hopkins, and Jasmine, the speech pathologist, was walking us from her department to the radiology place, quite a long trek, through the underbelly of the hospital, with pipes and steam and homeless people (I think I saw some), then back up into the light. Seriously, it was a long, confusing walk. And we chatted while we walked. And every now and then

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Hi, all. I had to come on here and say how much it means to me that you stop by and email and snail mail, with your kind words, and that you continue to pray. I am thankful for each of you -- those who have "always" been around, those whose names I've just learned, and those old friends who aren't blogging now, but stopped in to say hello. I hug each of you in my heart. WTF has accelerated,

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Sunday Post ~ "No matter how long the winter, spring is sure to follow." -- Guinean proverbHebrews 11:1P.S. I need to go away again. I hope temporarily. Rather than writing a long, poor-me post, I decided to leave you with this one. Using the keyboard is increasingly physically difficult. I do not know whether that's the beginning of something or the end of something, or what. Most of

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really, to do with the postunless strange sillyCreatures belong hereand maybe they do I meanthere's Gumby dammitWhat Was I Thinking?is terrible two todayHappy Blirthday, blogI thought it would lasta little while, give or takebut then neighbors cameSo I stayed and Iam mostly really happyabout the stayingIt's a beautifulday in the neighborhood abeautiful day forOK, that's cheatingThank you for

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I rarely write about my dreams here (maybe never before). Partly because I think most people would rather poke themselves in the eye with a sharp stick than read someone else's dream (because of my work, I would rather listen to a dream than poke myself in the eye); and partly because dreams are often so much more personal, more intimate than anything that happens in conscious life. I interpret

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What is UP with all the long, straight hair? It's pretty, but this is the OSCARS. A little glamour, please? Oh, no. Nicole Kidman's dress is RIDICULOUS. The thing is wearing her, I swear. That bow looks like a little barf bucket on her shoulder.Here's another one! Did they send out some freakin' "long straight hair" memo? Even the black women have long, straight hair!Oh, Kate, Kate, Kate.

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Sunday Post ~ "99% of being a good parent is doing what you don't feel like doing." -- Susie Fairchild (with acknowledgment as follows)I learned this philosophy a very long time ago, although in many more words, from a continuing education presenter whose name, I am sorry to say, I don't remember. The topic of her presentation was "adult children of depressed parents," particularly of

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The view from LG's bed this morningI've had a rough few days, physically. No end in sight. I'm putting all my energy into making today a good day. Because it really is the best day ever.I'll come back when I can. I really, really want to attend and enjoy LG's birthday party on Sunday. Please keep us in your prayers. And thank you. Again :)

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The first time I met that little guy was probably the summer of 2004. We were weeding in the shady flower beds in front of the house. And there was a weed that Jif was about to pull. Until I stopped him."Hey! Don't pull that. It's not a weed.""It's not? What would you call it?""It's a tree.""It's four inches tall.""You gotta start somewhere. It's trying to be a tree.""It's not going to get

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Sunday Post ~"Careful with fire," is good advice, we know"Careful with words," is ten times doubly so.Thoughts unexpressed may sometimes fall back dead;But God himself can't kill them when they're said. -- Will CarletonProverbs 18:2Matthew 12:33-37James 3:3-12

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UPDATE: Nothing to see here, folks. Bucky has rescued me and my pix. Biscuit is no longer a poor black child, a rock band, or in flames. And the President of the Philippines has gone home. Cheez, what a day. I've just noticed that photos on my blog, posted from my flickr account, are being randomly replaced with photos that aren't mine! The first I noticed was January 19. Biscuit became a

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I rarely get into anything controversial here. And I try to live and let live; if you want to act like a jackass, go for it. If you think I am a jackass, you are entitled to that opinion, and I'm quite sure you're not alone. Recent events in the media make it very difficult for me to bite my tongue (which is really saying something, because WTF makes it hard for me not to bite my tongue, some

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Love it or hate it, it's here again. I love it. My smarter sister Eclectic has a fine anti-V-Day post with interesting comments. I do understand the objections to the crass commercialism, and the loneliness that some associate with this day. I love the romantic, coupley stuff. But I really do see it mostly as a day to celebrate love. To be loving to people. It would be nice if we all were

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Sunday Post ~ "The hardest of all is learning to be a well of affection, and not a fountain; to show them we love them not when we feel like it, but when they do." -- Nan FairbrotherA Sermonette for Valentine's DayI found the quote here, and it made me think of all sorts of things about how we love, and how badly we love sometimes. I saw a cartoon with a man yelling out the door to his departing

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Writing this paragraph after the rest of the post, I will add the disclaimer: this is probably depressing, and rather poorly written, too. Why you would want to read something of that sort, I cannot imagine. But if you do, here you go: This will probably be nekkid. I say that mostly because I have no idea what I'm going to say, just that so many thoughts are swirling that I must get them out

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This week, during our nightly small talk:Susie: So did you see about the astronauts trying to kill each other!?Jif: She didn't actually kill her. The woman was trying to steal her man, what was she supposed to do?Susie: She drove across the country in a diaper!Jif: If someone were trying to steal me, wouldn't you drive across the country in a diaper?Susie: Oh, sure . . . and if someone

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Thank you one and all who stopped by Bucky's House Hotting party, and all who sent her a gift. As she, Squirl, Eclectic and I have opined in emails the last couple of days, bloggers are amazingly kind and generous people. Just in case there are any procrastinators out there (no! bloggers who procrastinate?! how could that be?), I'm putting up a little button on the sidebar (thank you, Circus

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. . . is requested right here right now at a HOUSEWARMING in honor of Bucky's moving into her new home. This is the first time she'll be living alone. Well, sorta. Alone plus three cats. And she's going to need some things and stuff. Here's where we come in. Right here. Through the pink door:OK, simma down. As much as we would all like to go through that door (and you know you would),

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Sunday Post ~ "My faith demands -- this is not optional -- my faith demands that I do whatever I can, wherever I am, whenever I can, for as long as I can with whatever I have to try to make a difference." -- Jimmy CarterIsaiah 55:1-13file under: &Sunday Post

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Well, it's not technically a surprise; but it was at first, and it is still kinda surprising. Put "Party at Susie's" on your calendar for Monday, February 5. And come here ready to put out. That's all I'm sayin'. (Except that I will say the upcoming par-tay has nothing whatsoever to do with WTF. Someday, I'm hoping we'll have that party; but not Monday. Monday is something eh-else. You'll

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I was a contractual therapist with a church-affiliated non-profit agency, and they had dispatched me to an office in a church on the edge of the city. "Office" is a generous label; I suspect if I had not been there, they would have been using it as a utility closet. It was winter and since I worked evening hours, the place had been dark and deserted long before I arrived for my "shift." There

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The whole time I've been dealing with WTF Disease, two things have remained rather constant: I have said that I believed I was as likely to be diagnosed by a blogger as by a medical professional, and I have longed for someone to look at me as a whole, at the big picture, at my history as well as my current symptoms.Finally, I believe there has been somewhat of a breakthrough. You may recall

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Sunday Post ~ "Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time, for that is the stuff life is made of." -- Benjamin FranklinAnd some song lyrics, because I know how you love to read song lyrics ;)Yesterday is a wrinkle on your foreheadYesterday is a promise that you’ve brokenDon’t close your eyes, don’t close your eyesThis is your life and today is all you’ve gotand today is all you’ll ever

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Even though I'm often preoccupied with thoughts of WTF, I do sometimes think other things. Brilliant, profound things, of tremendous value to mankind. Or not. Here are a few recent ponderings . . .I ate an embarrassing number of Oreos. If you people (Jif, LG) would buy normal size Oreos, I would not do that. But if you insist on buying "mini" Oreos, I can't be responsible for how many I eat.

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(a theological discussion of intercessory prayer)I was telling Jif about what I'd seen on "Ellen" one day last week (btw, Ellen is the best anti-depressant I've encountered). There was this 88-year-old woman, Gladys, that Ellen called on the telephone, and Gladys says, among other things, "Listen, I'll be honest with you, I love Jesus, but I drink a little . . ."Jif: See, that's just like me.

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Sunday Post ~ "The first step toward success is taken when you refuse to be a captive of the environment in which you first find yourself." -- Mark CainePsalm 107:13-16file under: &Sunday Post

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Enjoy your weekend. And remember to bark, sniff, scratch, hump, and pee on mailboxes responsibly.(No VBDs were harmed or intoxicated during the making of this post.)file under: &Biscuit

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I didn't think I could be surprised and/or amused by a strange name anymore. I thought I'd heard it all. Today, though, I encountered a young woman called "Kleshea." Pronounced like (I kid you not), "cliche." When I told Jif about this, it led us down memory lane, through a few of the unusual names we've heard in recent years.Jif reminded me of an old favorite, a story told to me by my friend,

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No, there are no Krispy Kreme donuts here. I'm referring to the appearance of your eyes in just a few minutes, if you hate reading medical crap the way I hate reading medical crap. If so, just move along, and I'll try to do better in a few days or so. If you stay, and your eyes glaze over . . . don't say I didn't warn you.It's been about two weeks since my last new-rollogist appointment (it

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Sunday Post ~ "He who is devoid of the power to forgive is devoid of the power to love. There is some good in the worst of us and some evil in the best of us. When we discover this, we are less prone to hate our enemies." -- Martin Luther King, Jr.Matthew 5:23-24Matthew 6:14-15file under: &Sunday Post

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I was awakened on my birthday by loud singing from the kitchen. My girl, baking blueberry muffins and happily singing Brandi Carlile songs, recently learned from the CD Daddy got from Santa.Oh, Lord,What can I say?I'm so sad, since you went awaaaaaaaaayTime, time,Tickin' on meAlone is the last placeI wanted to beeeeYou haven't heard that song until you've heard a muffin-making 10-year-old sing

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Sunday Post ~ "Keep away from those who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you believe that you, too, can become great." -- Mark TwainHebrews 13:6file under: &Sunday Post

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I'll be standing on the porch pulling my dress up . . .or maybe one of my brothers will stuff me in a cardboard box, and I'll smile, because I'm thankful they haven't locked me in the closet, which is what they usually do . . .or maybe I'll just stay in my jammies and watch TV (although this TV looks just a tad Poltergiesty, so maybe not) . . .or just whatever I feel like doing, because it will

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Because we live directly across the street from the "backyard" of LG's school, and because we are "walkers" to school, from time to time the parents of other children will ask if they can drop their kids here in the early morning, just for a short time, so they can walk to school with us. This comes up if a parent has an early meeting, or must catch an early plane or train for work, that sort of

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Jif at about 6 years old. The players are about 10. He wanted to play so badly that they let him be the water boy. He's still really good at bringing water to thirsty people. (Check out the coach with the cigar in his mouth!)Here he is a few years later, and thanks to Nana's outstanding mothering skills, which include labeling all photos, we know that he won 7 (major) awards at the Cub Scouts

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Sunday Post ~ "Hope is the feeling that the feeling you have isn't permanent." -- Jean KerrJeremiah 29:11-14file under: &Sunday Post

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One year ago today, I did a year-end retrospective of the goings on here at WWIT in 2005. That was a fun year here. When I started thinking of such things to write today . . . let's face it, friends, 2006 has pretty much sucked around here.Some good things: I discovered, in ways that still amaze, delight and a-tiny-bit scare me, how close I could become to people I don't know. On the flip side

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December 22At the new new-rollogist, who is a Howdy Doody/Doogie Howser combo platter. He does not impress me with either brilliance or sensitivity. I sit for many minutes, two separate times, on a purple vinyl exam table, in a white paper gown ("disrobe down to your undergarments, gown opens in the back") while he leaves the exam room to make phone calls. Checking on seriously ill patients?

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Sunday Post ~ A story that we like to read on Christmas EveThe Night of PeaceThen God spoke to all the animals and He told them, "I know that you are the worst sufferers of all -- you are persecuted and haunted by man, and slaughtered and killed in your thousands. But I am going to send Someone who will also take care of you."The animals spoke back to God and they said, "How will we know when

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Since I just told you how we lie and steal at Christmas, I figured I'd go all out and tell you how we cheat, too. Well, to be perfectly honest (sometimes I am!) I should say I cheat. I am the cheater in the family. And I suppose in the process of cheating, I have lied as well. (Isn't that always the way with cheaters?) The story I am about to tell you is true. The names have been changed to

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I swear we didn't mean to.It was last night. We had been to the mall. (Here I must pause to high-five Jesus and anyone who's been praying for me. My WTFy legs taking me through the mall at the end of the day is truly a Christmas miracle.) THE MALL. At night, the week before Christmas. So we were in a weakened, vulnerable state. A grumpy state. A spacey state. A hungry state.When we got home,

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Every year, as part of the sacred celebration of that holiest of holidays, the birth of our Lord and Savior, I lie like a rug. I just sent an email, claiming to be someone I'm not. It was to my daughter, from fatmaninredsuit@ourinternetprovider.com. A couple of years ago, as Christmas approached, she was not making a name for herself on the "nice" list, if you know what I'm saying. Her room was

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Sunday Post ~ "Never forget that life can only be nobly inspired and rightly lived if you take it bravely and gallantly, as a splendid adventure in which you are setting out into an unknown country, to face many a danger, to meet many a joy, to find many a comrade, to win and lose many a battle." -- Annie BesantDeuteronomy 6:4-9file under: &Sunday Post

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Earlier this week at chez Fairchild:Jif: You haven't told me what you want for Christmas...Susie: Yea, if I were you, I'd hold off on spending the big bucks on ME. I mean, you might want to wait until I get a diagnosis before you go buying anything with a long shelf-life, if you know what I'm sayin'...Jif: Oh, stop.This afternoon, out to lunch, after today's appointment:Jif: So, now that

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Welcome, everyone! I'm a little late getting started today, due to a brief power outage, but we're good now. Come in and get comfy. There's some of my favorite Christmas music in the CD player -- quite a variety, with Handel's Messiah, Odetta and Emmylou Harris.Random Acts of ChristmasEarly yesterday morning, I got a phone call from a friend I hadn't seen in nearly a year. I had talked to her

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Sunday Post ~ "Once we learn to be genuinely happy for others' good fortune, then no matter what our circumstances, we are never without a reason to be happy." -- Susie FairchildRomans 12:15Thanks for telling me happy somethings this past week. When I went visiting, I found another happy something. A poem at KimS's place, that tickled me. And wouldn't you know, I had the perfect photograph to

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I was going to call this post, "My Tits Have Been Recalled," but I'm not bold enough to put that in big green letters. Little black letters? Yea, no problem.Do y'all remember back in the summer when I was rejected from having a mammogram BECAUSE I had found a lump in my breast? (And if you don't remember, the previous sentence is not in error, that's what happened. Go read.) Well, I went back

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Last year, a good time was had by all, so a tradition was born. You can read about it here and here. The idea is, we like to hang out together. If we could, we'd share some holiday cheer in person. But since most of us can't, we'll do the next best thing. Virtual celebration. Next Wednesday, December 13, will be the official Blog Cookie Exchange posting day. If you need to arrive earlier or

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This post will contain some profanity. Even some profane references to children! If that troubles you, get the hell outta here and come back another day :)William recently wrote a very entertaining post about The Office, and its effect on viewers. I was at first surprised to read, in the post and in many of the comments, how the humor in that show makes some people very uncomfortable. I find it

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Sunday Post ~ "If we can recognize that change and uncertainty are basic principles, we can greet the future and the transformation we are undergoing with the understanding that we do not know enough to be pessimistic." -- Hazel HendersonIsaiah 42:16file under: &Sunday Post

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