Showing posts from October, 2010

Pizza Guy

It was a very trying morning.  Ron slept badly and kept sniping at me all morning.  Our first trip was extremely late. 

I ended up spending a fair amount of time in prayer asking God for help.  I also realized I was battling depression, and appropriately took 1/2 Wellbutrin and a lithium.  That helped a lot. 

We went to two stores, got supplies for work, and then went to work and stocked.  Other than the first ride, we had pretty good trips. 

Now I'm just waiting on the pizza (yum!), and getting ready for the children.  I have about 120 items for distribution. 

That's not counting the 4 for the pizza guy.  [grin]

I can't have a dull day

An interesting trip to Foodtown after I did my video blog.  It's beautiful weather, mid 70's, clear, sunny, and mild.  I got my hand cart and headed out. 

I had a good trip, handed out a couple of Bibles on the bus, got off and headed into the store.  My handcart fit in the new shopping carts so I had an easy time. 

I got my soup veggies, 3 pounds of turkey dogs, etc.  I had $40 and spent it pretty well, I think.  I also got my Diet Dr Peppers. 

I handed out some more stuff to the cashier and the bagger, then headed out.  THAT's when things got ugly. 

The last time I saw a young man that jumpy, I got mugged.  The guy was obviously manic AND in withdrawal.  He kept making sudden movements and frankly scared me. 

I also saw a large form sprawled on the floor of the bus shelter.  So much for sitting on the bench.  I asked another man "Is he alive?"  I could just see everyone ignoring the poor soul as it died. 

He got an attitude "SHE IS FINE!  She's j…

Video Blog

I need to get back on induction... I would like to thin out my face if I'm going to keep video blogging.  Oh, I forgot the ham.

It pays to marry the boss

That was absolutely delightful; Ron said "Why are we going to work?"  We need to buy some merchandise and put it into the vending machines. 

"Can we do it tomorrow?"  Yeah.  Sales are always dead on the weekend. 

"Go back to bed, Heather, I'm cancelling all our trips!"  Yeee-haw. 

So, back to bed.  When I woke up Mr Bubba Cat was lying in bed all cute and innocent. 

You'd never guess last night even happened.  [shudder]  I will never get on that cat's bad side. 

God, I'll do a video later, once I take a shower.  I try not to scare the normals.  [laugh]

Sleep Deprived

As I lay in bed last night, listening to intermittent rodent shrieks, I realized it would be a long night.  I was right.  By the time "Mousie" was killed, eaten, and regurgitated (you're not the only one saying YUCK!), it was awfully late.  Curse that pet door. 

But then I thought, would you rather have it LIVE Heather?  Ummm.  No.  I guess I would rather have them dead. 

I fell asleep for a few hours, only to be awakened by a thumping bass line - my "neighbor" has the volume turned completely up on his speakers.  AGH.  That went on until my alarm went off. 

Ron's in a FOUL mood; I had to remind him "I got even less sleep than you, AND I had to clean up the mouse!" 

Help me, Lord.  I will need all the help I can get today.

Hannah's Vow

I had to make some choices tonight; and chose to turn off the TV and blog with you before I do my God Time and go to bed. 

I got up at 6-something, on my day off.  My morning God Time was mildly disturbing, as I encountered the Bible verse "I have tested you in the furnace of affliction" TWICE, in two different devotionals. 

I wondered silently just what my day might hold.  Our ride was over an hour late, I entertained myself watching "I didn't know I was pregnant".  The overwhelming message: the mothers would do anything to ensure their babies were healthy and happy, and are tormented by their decisions to drink/smoke during pregnancy (even though they didn't even know!). 

God does use that show to remind me how much my mother did love me, and she would have never knowingly consumed so much alcohol if she'd had any idea it would harm me.  God needed me like this; so He allowed it to happen.  I do feel my mother's very proud of me. 

I've nev…

Just In Time

"I love getting the New Testaments" the driver told me today.  "I give them out to my other clients and they love them!"  Good, I told him, I hope they do get passed on to people who need them. 

If just a small percentage stop by and say "Hi" after I get to heaven, I'll have a lot of people knocking on my door! 

We got up very, very, early.  I ate some pumpkin pudding and took my pills, then off to the wholesale warehouse.  "We've been seeing a lot of you!" Well, they're happy to see us no matter how much we spend; the wholesale by the pallet company has a 25-case minimum.  In this economy, that ties up too much ready cash into inventory.  Smarter to run a Just In Time inventory and buy more as I run out; stocking directly into the machines. 

That's what I did today with candy.  I bought enough candy to fill 2 vending machines.  Well, enough to front them. 

Imagine my delighted shock as I walked into work and viewed TWO nearl…

Once a year or so.

It's really odd, but it happens to me maybe once a year.  I would be very interested in finding out if anyone else has had a simliar experience. 

Last night, I was doing computer things and talking to Ron, when I was suddenly hit with a wave of massive fatigue.  I told him "I need to go to bed" and did so.  As I lay in bed, trying to fall asleep, I was hit with the chills.  I was freezing, and kept piling blanket after blanket on the bed.  My muscles ached and I begged God to help me get over this, whatever, it was, before I had all the kids knocking on my door for candy.  I did not want to be contagious.  Oddly, my throat felt fine. 

A few hours later , I woke up.  I rearranged the covers, ending up in my more usual 1-2 lighter blankets.  The chills and muscle aches were gone.  I had a vicious headache (I am linking that to my consumption of processed low-carb "Frankenfoods" yesterday).   I went back to sleep, woke up again around 3 AM, took some asprin and …

A good one

Overall, I had a good day.  Yes, the publishers of "My" paperback Bibles TRIPLED the price of the Bibles.  Owwww.  Yes, I had some idling, ignorant heckler at the bus stop... and Ron was an hour late meeting me... but it was still a good day. 

I got up, took my shower, dressed in workout shorts and my "In God I Trust" t-shirt, did my God Time, and headed out the door.  I had a problem with my account; if everything posted I would have a four cent balance, not counting the $6 monthly service fee!  AGH! 

I figured (as it turns out, quite accurately) that God wanted me at the bank, giving them an eternal deposit, and some candy.  I bagged up lots of stuff, a half-dozen New Testaments (happily still 50 cents), and a dozen bags of candy.  Since I'd be near two grocery stores, I elected to only bring a few bottles of soda. 

I fell on my wrist, oh, 5 years ago.  I should have seen a doctor, I didn't.  If I press downward on a hard surface, like getting up off t…

Any other day of the year, I'm a child molesting pervert!

[BIG SIGH]  Wow.  Before I post I generally try to organize my thoughts.  As I walked over to my chair, I smashed my foot into the chair.  Ow. 

Today was INSANE.  I got up at 2.  I didn't sleep well, didn't sleep long enough, either.  As a result, I had a really nasty depression pity party going for quite a bit.  It's kind of a blur now, but the gist of it was: overwhelmed.  I just felt completely burdened. 

Ron was asking me for a lot of help and yelled at me at one point because I hadn't put mustard packets on the cart.  I yelled back at him.  I was really annoyed I did because the whole thing was triggered by a postal worker who wanted to play "shoe polisher". 

Occasionally, I encounter a "customer" who never buys anything, thinks I exist to be pushed around and kiss their butt.  They are very annoying.  Especially when they don't buy anything.  I provide good merchandise, good customer service. 

Anyway, this woman likes to come in and in…


This won't be a long one. 

Slept in; no headache.  Did some accounting paperwork, and wrote up a new spreadsheet.  It's been quite a while since I wrote an Excel formula but I figured it out pretty quickly. 

I even got a lovely phrase to put in my blog: 耶稣爱你!

Jesus loves you!

Chinese Spam

I don't know why spammers are leaving messages in Chinese.  I don't get that.  I've gotten the rare message I'd term "hateful", a few "private" messages,   It's always the same blog entry, too, "More Dog Drama".  I am not putting up something I don't understand, unless it is someone I trust. 

Speaking of Chinese, I got some Beef Chow Fun today.  More on that later. 

Not an easy morning, getting my butt chomped by depression.  Ugly, ugly, battles.  I ended up taking another Wellbutrin (Doc and I have a range of medication, I normally take one, but can take up to 3 Wellbutrin a day), which did help significantly. 

First, though, I had a LOVELY early morning wakeup [end sarcasm].  I did a good zombie impression.  I just felt so overwhelmed, exhausted, and frustrated.  Ron had no idea.  I'm still battling it to some degree, I was almost at the point of tears at several points in the day. 

I tell you, when God is ready to take m…
Today was not an easy day.  I woke up with a nasty headache that really, really wanted to be a migraine.  I kept taking Excedrin and even had to take a Phenergan to stay upright and functional.  Ron was in a wierd, nasty, gloomy mood.  I was feeling very resentful. 

Why is Blogger doing auto-save every 30 seconds?  Only God knows.  It's very annoying, though.  I can't see what I'm typing. 

I had a couple things planned, I had to bag up driver candy, finish making the goodie boxes for the widows of the murdered cab drivers.  It was clear to me, that God wanted me to do this.  I aim to be obedient.  I'd also gotten a call from the bookstore, my case of Bibles and packages of "Read Your Bible in a Year" tracts had arrived.  I had to get them.  I also needed to get some additional "stuff" from the bookstore to put into the boxes (I went with Bible Promise Books).  I had to do up my driver candy to hand out - handed it all out and then some.  I had to …


I was almost ready to log off; when I realized I hadn't talked to you! 

It's been a BUSY day.  I got up at 3:30 AM, did my God Time.  I find it very funny; I'm not consistent getting up to work out, but I sure am when it comes to spending time with Him.  Ate a snack and off to Foodtown. 

How did Outkast get into my "Christian" music genre?  Very odd! 

I got some soda, and disaster kit supplies.  They had a great deal on those microwave buckets, all ready to eat 8 ounce meals.  50 cents.  I got Ron 10. 

We had a good ride home.  I put everything up and found a couple of rawhide treats in the cabinet.  "Barky" (who seldom barks now), and "Stupid" (next door) each got a treat.  Stupid stuck her head through the newest fence hole and I blocked it.  Then I gave her the treat.  Yes, I know I am sending mixed messages.  Poor dumb animal.  They leave her out in the yard all day and night, not even a dog house.  She drinks water out of a pot they l…

It's a matter of perspective

Some of the search paramaters are very telling: my most recent favorite was "Bible verses about being a doormat" and I pop up - I have to laugh. 

Just now, Ron was pretty ugly when I asked him for help.  I know most "normal" people would have told him off and would probably have never married him at all. 

Here's my secret: I know "average" looks at my life, he treats her like crap.  He drinks.  He is verbally abusive.  She is pathetic with a pathetic life. 

He's not doing it to ME.  He is doing everything he does to a CHILD OF GOD.  He curses out God's Daughter.  He calls God's Child names.  He WILL answer. 

It's not like I'm licking my lips at the prospect, but I do remind myself all of us, including Ron, are accountable for every word that proceeds out of our souls.  That of course includes my typed ones.  [grin] 

So yeah, if you look at it from a "When you die, you rot" perspective my life is pathetic.  When you l…

Party Mix

I did not get enough sleep.  I was so tired this morning I drank one of my Diet Mountain Dews. 

It promised to be an interesting day.  We were getting our soda machine delivered to the Christian bookstore. 

First, we went to the warehouse.  I got a handcart rated up to 150 pounds; I like it.  It has excellent stability and a smoother ride than the old handcart. 

I had an interesting experience yesterday, I gave a lady a bag of candy.  We chatted for a bit; and she gave me $5.  I have asked God to have people say a certain phrase if He wants me to keep it, and she said it.  "Use it to buy more candy" she instructed.  By the way, that is not the secret phrase.  :) 

Today, I bought a huge sack of "Party Mix" assorted hard wrapped candy with the $5 (well, I got most of the sack with the bill, I had to throw in a couple of singles).  I also got a backup bag.  I HATE running out of Party Mix.  14 pounds of party mix and a handcart. 

I was getting queasy, again.  I g…

Nothing will happen outside of God's will

Thank you for your very sweet comments!  Right now I am miserably queasy, been for a while, but [shrug] no real option.  Ron asked me if I'd be willing to switch to another medication and I almost melted my brain.  NO WAY.  I have good control; and the people I see on "the other stuff" don't do well.  I just suck it up. 

I DID tell Ron, when I see Doc, I will ask if I can take my anti-nausea stuff on bad days.  I'd be willing to do that, if it won't make me freak out.  Currently I reserve it for migraines only. 

Anyway, a bright and early wakeup at 5 AM.  God Time, bagging up candy.  A rather exciting ride to work, I told Ron calmly "Nothing will happen to out outside of God's will.  If something happens, it's our time."  I also thought, the way the guy was driving, I was assured a quick transition! 

We got to work and got our soda for the new machine (we will call it soda 5), mailed the sales tax, and the overdue water bill.  Ooops.  We …

Happy to get in the wheelchair

Today was in interesting day.  I forgot to set my alarm, but Ron lost his balance and banged into the wall and woke me up, as he headed to the bathroom.  I did my God Time, ate (not a large enough breakfast), took my pills, and did up bags of candy. 

The cab arrived and she jumped out going on about wheelchairs and some man couldn't bend his leg.  Huh? 

I looked in the back seat.  A man about my age was reclined across the entire backseat, leaving enough room for a small child who WAS NOT in a car seat.  Where would Ron sit? 

The front seat was open.  I understood; we could only ride if Ron brought and rode in his wheelchair. 

A brief digression on the other passenger: he was smirking, and the way he treated the child made it very clear he was one of those control freak types.  I believe he could have bent his leg, but didn't want to.  I believe it was probably painful.  He "said" he had "fixed" the trip so he would have room, but [shrug] who knows.  It…

I get complacent

I get complacent; I forget my illness is a battle to the death, my illness WANTS ME DEAD.  I forget, let my guard down, and get my ass kicked.  Happened today. 

Something told me last night to do the candy, so I watched my show, whatever it was, and did up several Bibles and bags of candy.  It was all ready to go. 

Last night I got distracted thinking about logistics for our new vending machine, and distracted by frenzied barking from the neighbor dogs.  Some dogs were dumped in our neighborhood last night; and as they wandered the "yard" dogs went nuts.  Slept HORRIBLY.  I barely did half my God time.  Thank God I had done the candy and Bibles. 

First trip, the driver was delighted to see us.  That was nice.  I am glad they like us.  She loved her candy.  We went to the wholesale warehouse.  Ron, ideally, wanted a case of the individually wrapped 4 ounce muffins.  We have a muffin fan club.  Happily, I found a whole, frozen, case.  They were about to stock it.  I grabbed …


I am cycling depressed.  I had a wonderful cuddle with Bubba-cat last night and this morning.  Before I left the house, I wisely took an additional 1/2 Wellbutrin (I can take UP TO 3 tablets a day, but usually only take one, 2 if necessary).  It is a lot easier to manage the moods when they start, rather than waiting until it's really bad. 

I was proud of myself for taking it, even to myself it is hard to admit "I need extra help today, I can't manage this mood."  However, I think that's the difference between a bipolar sufferer who suffers, and a bipolar person with a pretty good life.  Why suffer?  The medication is right there on the table, waiting to help. 

My pain was compounded by the fact that Ron was having a very painful morning.  It is ghastly to watch. 

For some reason, I felt led to bring my hand cart and extra bungee cords.  I also pared down my "junk" to pretty manageable levels.  I did up a stack of New Testaments and about a dozen bag…

I don't often do a morning blog

I think I'm starting to run a little depressed.  Agh. 

I had a great sleep last night; made even better by kitty cuddles.  Bubba was completely devoted and cuddly all night, and even laid on my foot next to me (I was sitting in bed reading an inspirational romance novel).  He is still in the bed all cute and soft. 

Ron apparently had a bad night, rather dour this morning.  I don't think I will be calling him unless it is necessary.  Like me, he'll flip out of it eventually. 

It should be a glorious day, sunny, 80's, and a nice breeze.  I plan to run some errands and try to figure out what God wants from me today. 

I need to stick $30 in my bank account for that hospital bill, I'd like to run by Favorite Dollar, and the rest is a big question mark. 

First, I have to eat, take my pills, and bag up my Driver Candy.  I already did my God Time.

I'm glad he's in my life

I deliberated quite a bit on what to say... but first a little about my day. 

Ron was reading a romance novel and the hero got some advice on letting his wife know he loved her.  Imagine my surprise when Ron made cute noises to wake me up.  I sat up, "Huh?" 

"I love you, Heather."  Oh, I love you too.  I got ready to lie down.  "What time is it [petname]?"  Heather, one hour till pickup! 

AGH.  Alarm screwup!  Poor God got screwed out of his Time.  Not only that, I didn't have a chance to bag up a single bag of candy.  I got dressed, ate, and took my pills, that's about it. 

I found Ron's new attitude a joy and a wonder.  He's really grasped the "Let Heather know she is valued and appreciated" concept.  A big thumbs up to God. 

Our first driver was kind of somber.  Her husband had died a month ago!  Yike.  Ron and I consoled her as best we could, and I gave her the only bag of candy I had. 

Due to a probable tampering issue…

Ron would have my head on a stick

You already know I had more doggy drama; and an interesting encounter after work.  I got up on time, feeling absolutely sapped.  I prayed a lot yesterday, during the migraine, so I didn't feel horribly guilty about missing my God Time. 

I took out the trash, got my shower, ate, and took my pills.  I am diligent about taking my medication as soon as I can. 

We went to work, things were pretty quiet.  I had a guy tried to get me to make change for a $50!  You have GOT to be kidding!  I have seen enough flyers on cashier stands to know Houston is infested with counterfeit $50's.  No way. 

"Ron would have my head on a stick!" I told him.  He couldn't argue with that.  I suggested he go to the credit union, a grueling walk of 15 feet.  Rather than take my advice, he walked off.  Now I was really glad I said no.  He must have known it was phony. 

Another guy tried to tell me the coffee had bugs in it.  I explained it was fragments of coffee beans and had Ron drink …

I almost got mugged again today

A few months ago, I was discussing crime with another passenger.  She is a partial quadraplegic and must use a power wheelchair.  She can "sorta" use her hands. 

She told me about her mugging;  a young man walked up to her and asked if he could borrow a pen.  She looked in her purse and as she did, he grabbed the purse and ran off. 

I was sitting outside at work.  I saw a "fishy" looking guy walking down the road.  The road has no sidewalk.  He spotted me and made an immediate turn and headed in my direction.  I put up my phone and got out my pepper spray, holding it plainly in my right hand. 

I moved my hand as he got within about 30 feet, and he stopped.  He knew what I held. 

"'Scuse me, you got an INK pen?" 
He stood there for a second and I moved my hand again.  He left. 

Some bad trouble right down the road; housing projects with a NASTY reputation.  I wonder if he knew he was on Federal property, and the penalties.  I wond…

Fence repair photos - step 1

Yesterday I had a hideous migraine.  I spent most of the day, and night, curled up in misery.  Ron was great about bringing me ice.  I was annoyed, I didn't even get to watch the new episode of Stargate Universe. 

I heard an awful lot of BARKING, and it seemed pretty close.  Sure enough, today I noticed THAT dog ripped 2 more boards off the fence.  Ron and I made some repairs. 

The one above is the infamous "Wheelbarrow hole" - the previous tenant's children had ripped a large hole in the fence.  I had a piece of plywood propped up with the wheelbarrow.  That actually held but we patched it anyway, it was without a doubt the "worst" section of fence.  The 3 slats to the left - I bought "just in case" becuase I knew the dog would break more boards; she broke 2 more and got through into our yard today.  3 slats and the various props should hold her for a while. 
Ron had made this patch a few weeks ago.  She had broken the bottom off some boards and…
Nasty migraine yesterday. Ron gets good hubby award - quiet & ice bags for my head. Bubba gave cuddles all day. Ok now.

All plump in the bed

Today, today, today.  I slept horribly.  Nightmares.  Happily, I took my shower last night so I hit the snooze button once. 

I know it's not an easy morning when I'm sitting on the edge of the bathtub, drinking a Diet Mountain Dew at 3-something in the morning.  My head bowed, I'm just asking God to help. 

I wasn't depressed, just worn out.  Ron apparently had a VERY bad night.  The neuropathy was very bad today; I could tell.  He was very short-tempered and obviously in pain. 

He just HATES it when someone walks up "How are you Ron?  Beautiful day, isn't it?"  He always says he wants to tell them how he really feels.  I just had to deal with the snapping all day long. 

I did my best to just love him.  I made sure he didn't have to stand or walk any more than necessary, to the point of asking drivers to move the vehicle.  I did it in a nice way, explaining that Ron was in a lot of pain today.  They could tell by looking at him and complied. 

Our …

The Video!

It cut out at the end, but you still get a small dance clip.  I'll do another tomorrow.

Video Blog, on request... while manic.

Burning Coals

21 If your enemy is hungry, give him food to eat;

if he is thirsty, give him water to drink.

22 In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head,

and the LORD will reward you. (Proverbs Chapter 25, NIV)

I think the best thing about Bible memorization is the fact that I always have the Bible at hand for any situation.  Today's a good example. 

We had planned to go to work today.  I had a suspicion it was going to be an "interesting day".  I'd set my alarm for 5 AM, but was awakened at 3 AM by a tremendous itch in my left ear canal.  [making a face]  Yeah, wierd. 

I took my shower and that seemed to help, did my God Time, and made up some bags of candy.  Our driver picked us up on time and we headed off to the wholesale warehouse. 

I needed cookies, crackers, and some candy.  I got what I needed and we didn't wait long on our ride.  We headed off to work. 

Happily, all my merchandise fit in my oversized tote bag; I carried it into the building.  Normal…

Soda in a water cup is stealing

Ron and I had planned to go to a chicken place today; he'd get fried chicken, leave me there, and go home.  I'd ride the bus and do my fun Day Out things.  I was really excited when I read BOTH Christian bookstores were having Bible sales. 

I brought my handcart.  The first trip had Ron as a "Wheelchair", which we fixed.  We even had a stright trip (a gift). 

Ron and I got out.  As we reviewed the menu, we came to the same conclusion.  Not a good value. 

We had one of those rare moments where we knew each other's thoughts; McDonalds.  You know it's close if Ron can get there on foot (with me guiding of course).  So, he latched onto my elbow as I pushed the handcart in front of me, and headed over. 

For less than the price of a 3 piece chicken meal; Ron got a 3 piece chicken meal and a burger for me.  With change.  As I filled our drinks (I am partial to a "Diet Suicide": of mixed Diet Dr Pepper and Diet Coke), I saw the sign "Soda in a wate…