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A Texan

Today was one of those hybrid half days off. 

We got up fairly early and went to our favorite taqueria for breakfast.  I got the "Tocino y Huevos tacos, con maiz" (corn tortilla bacon and egg taco).  Ron got machacado tacos.  They appear to have shredded beef, onions, eggs, and tomato.  Ron loves them. 

I always take the "Ignorance is bliss" approach when it comes to ingredients.  I ate some red sauce, extra burn today. 

I have a theory they are dialing up the heat on my hot sauce, served with chips.  It started very mild and now leaves my lips tingly and numb.  I am starting to crave it more and more.  I thought about putting some on my tacos. 

I find that funny.  I am a Texan.

We came home for a little bit and then went to Sam's Club.  I needed full sized Snickers bars for the trick or treaters.  I also wanted something else to throw in the candy bags. 

I didn't see any gum (option 1), so I went with Now and Laters.  Those have always been popular in…

Received.

If you're squeamish or have abuse triggers you've been warned. 

When I was 12, I was attacked and bitten, on my chest.  It left a scar about the size of a nickel.  Everytime I get ready to shower, I see the scar.  Whenever I look at my chest, I see the scar.  If Ron could, he would see the scar every time we made love. 

However, Ron's blind.  He said it felt a little different, texturally, but it didn't bother him.  It bothers me because it is clearly a bite mark. 

God is bigger than abuse, and I think I have pretty much recovered from my issues.  The scar does make me sad, though.  It hurts to think I went through that.  It hurts to think that people can do that and walk away thinking it was no big deal. 

So, this year, I seriously considered getting some kind of tattoo to cover it up.  No one would see it but me and my doctor. 

As I try to do, I prayed about it, and asked God to make it clear if this was something He condoned.  He answered. 

I kept getting abce…

I am strong

Today we went into work and found 2 vending machines out of order; no electricity.  It's scary and aggravating to have all these electrical issues! 

Then I remind myself they could have just booted us, and we need to thank God they are accomodating us as much as possible.  However, we had 2 vending machines out of order, which is scary when sales are already pretty bad. 

A dead machine makes no money. 

I also reminded myself of this: 
2 Corinthians 9:8
And God is able to make all grace abound toward you, that you, always having all sufficiency in all things, may have an abundance for every good work. (NKJV) 2 Corinthians 9:8 New International Version (NIV) 8 And God is able to bless you abundantly, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.

You get the idea: God can, and will, ensure we get what we need.  I can't forget this one: 
2 Corinthians 12:9-10 New King James Version (NKJV) 9 And He said to me, “My grace is suffic…

Out of me

Things are pretty tight right now. 

Sales have been dreadful; but that's been a blessing.  We sure didn't have time to shop and stock! 

I pray they get better; until then we are pretty strapped financially.  We need to buy candy for Halloween; I have some small wrapped stuff but we "always" hand out full sized candy bars. 

Ron was very despondent, but I prayed about it and remembered something.  I produced the jar of change and we rolled that up.  Now we have enough money to buy the candy. 

I wish life were a lot less dramatic, but thank God all the drama is out of my head.  It's around me, but not in me. 

I cannot express the immensity of this; it's such a joy to me.  The drama is outside of me. 

Such a gift.

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Hell Day

We were evicted from our stockroom with very little notice. 

Ron made a begging phone call and got us a temporary stockroom.  We are sharing it with the other vendor.  We were also told they are going to build us a stockroom now, where they wouldn't before.  Thank you, God, for favor.  They told us our vending area will be ready in a few months. 

The Blind Vendors program came and took all our large equipment (I had large metal racks, a huge table, stuff like that).  They also took away an unwanted vending machine and a promise-to-give-it-back large refrigerator. 

The movers got lost.  :frust  Then I cleaned what I could out of the stockroom (I had done about 80% already), and ran a couple dumpster loads. 

When the movers showed up, they got everything moved.  As I walked behind a thousand pound food machine on a pallet jack, I thought, if this thing calls backward it's all over for me.  But it didn't. 

We had power issues.  The fuse would blow, sending all the machine…

Ambitious

Yesterday we had a very ambitious driver.  He told me his plans to open a group home (15 residents, and $13,000 net profit a month - or so he thinks) and eventually move onto a business empire, including hotels. 

I don't know about you, but hotels seem to be a pretty thankless and difficult way of making money.  You have to hustle, you have to have dozens of very dedicated employees, a large amount of operating capital, connections, you have to have excellent maintainence men... you get the idea. 

He was clearly talking about a hotel, not my favorite $40 a night motel-on-the-Seawall. 

We had a lot of trips today, supposed to be our day off.  Laugh with me for a second.  Yeah, "Day Off".  Good laugh; not when you're self-employed. 

It may seem odd for me, working on my day off, to rant about ambition, but it's my blog.  We had to go to work to put in our Dr Pepper order; we had to get some muffins for work.  The trip to Walmart was "ours" because we …

No one wants to hear that

I find it sad and frustrating when other Christians start attacking the unreached. 

Take welfare for instance.  "Those people can work, but they don't, and they're bleeding us dry." 

Maybe they can.  Maybe they can't.  You're awfully upset, but didn't Jesus say things would get bad at the end?  Matthew 24  So why are you upset that prophecy is coming to pass? 

We are supposed to suffer in the end times.  Blaming someone else doesn't fix anything.  Trying to create your own system so "fix" things doesn't, either.  That's the whole problem. 

How about this?  I have begged, begged, as in I would get down on my knees and crawl: take half the energy you are investing in this debate and pray for the unreached.  Pray for them to meet God in a meaningful way.  Take half the time you spend reading news stories and posting comments; and share your testimony.  Hand out Bibles or tracts, but don't just attack the unreached.  Save them.  …

My eggs are going out of code

I almost vomited on the way home today. 

I believe I was toxic from my medication. When I'm sick, I run a fever, I have no desire to eat or drink, and my levels get too high.  Then I get weak, wobbly, and sick. 

I just made it to the driveway before I started spitting.  I did not puke in my yard; I didn't puke. 

I checked my blood sugar and it was fine, 95.  I ate something and laid down - I had a pounding headache, so I figured maybe I was migrainey. 

I still have the headache so maybe I'm right.  I took something so that ought to help. 

Yesterday, I concluded I am most likely in premenopause, if not full blown.  The Wellbutrin causes more of a facial flush, these are full blown hot flashes. 

Do I plan to "do anything"?  Not really. 

Estrogen has a heart protective effect, so I need to eat more veggies and get my weight down.  That's about it. 

I wouldn't take prescriptions, or even the OTC stuff, because the last time I took an OTC supplement my…

I know he loves me

I don't often hate my mother for drinking while pregnant, and when I do it's fleeting.

Yesterday:
Ron - "You have the money, right?" 
Me - "What?" 
Ron - "I don't have the money, so you do, right?" 
Me - [censored]
Ron - [Censored]

Today, praise God, I found it.  It could have gotten ugly very fast. 

Ron, to his credit, was completely awesome.  He was clearly stressed but he didn't yell at me.  I was highly impressed with him, more so when we could both relax with the money in his hand.  I made a point to let him know I appreciated it, and I'd seen a huge change from the old Ron.

Ugh.  Yeah, that is the world of brain damage. 

Yes, I know "I did that too... I always lose my keys, and I'm fine... " but this is severe and ongoing.  Nothing terrifies me like an important piece of paper. 

I am sleeping OK but wake up feeling dreadful.  A shower helps, I'm rubbing some eucalyptus oil on my chest and throat (diluted…

I just want Bibles

I'm on a Bible kick today.  It must be the cold meds. 

I was thinking about the perfect gift: a case of cheap evangelism Bibles. 

I am sure a few I know would love to get me a really fancy leather bound Bible.  I'd be terrified of hurting it; in fact, when I hand out my cheap paperback Bibles, I often hear "Oh, this is a great Bible for my car!" 

What I'd love for Christmas: a big case of Bibles on the porch.  That's what I'd like.  Then I could go do an awesome handout in the ghetto. 

That's my idea of the perfect gift.  Now, Ron listens: he's bought me a case of Bibles on more than one occasion.  I loved them while I had them, loved it even more handing them out, and loved it best breaking down the empty cardboard when the Handout was finished. 

Even better, Ron goes with with me on the Handout; I love the company and he makes the trip easier. 

I don't need soap and candles.  Really.  I don't need things because I have to organize …

My job

It's not a good day when I sleep in and skip my God Time (I got it later).  After I got out of the shower, I made up an essential oil rub with eucalyptus and a drop of teatree oil, in some grapeseed oil.  I rubbed it on my upper chest and throat, above the bra line so I wouldn't wreck it.  The jury's out but it didn't do any harm. 

I am so, so, glad I got those 12 hour guiafenesen tablets.  They really seem to help.  I got the ones with the cough suppressant, which I need.  I do get a little dizzy now and then. 

Today I lost something at work.  I pray I find it.  I'm just really mentally foggy, weak, and tired.  Ugh. 

I have no appetite, I never do when I'm sick.  It really used to disturb my adoptive mother. She'd keep pushing me to eat and I'd say no, no.  Then bam, I was better and eating everything.  I just run that way. 

Today I gave away a couple of Bibles.  It got me thinking; I wouldn't want an expensive Bible. 

I think the nicest Bible…

What a weekend

We had the blind vendor conference this weekend.  I didn't mention it because, well, my name is out there and I thought it would be pretty dumb to say "We'll be gone all day tomorrow!". 

Friday after work, we went home and took a nap.  Then we went to the meet and greet.  The director saw us - I knew he'd be looking for each vending couple.  Nearly every vendor is married. 

It was a little odd, Ron was not the only blind man in a wheelchair.  I saw 2 others, and a couple of walkers also.  Ron was the only totally blind person in a wheelchair, though. 

Friday we came home, got a few hours sleep, got up, and went in for our "training".  I can honestly say the vending repairman lecture was the most interesting, I did learn a few things (mainly validating what I already do).  The rest was just politics and such. 

Saturday they were scheduled to have a big dinner, which I heard was not that impressive.  Ron was pretty beat so we found our supervisor and …

"The 12 hour stuff"

I have a cold. 

I know I'm sick - because my appetite is one of the first things to go.  Several people have been hacking all around me, this past week.  I guess it was inevitable. 

Ron always has a theory that high-stress will predispose you to illness; I agree.  It was just my turn. 

It's funny because I hardly ever get sick.  I haven't had a cold in years, and then I was sick with a cold/sinus infection back in February.  So I guess it's been a hell of  a year. 

More likely it is bad eating, low protien, higher sugar intake.  That's never beneficial for the immune system. 

I have the sniffly sore throat thing going right now.  My nose isn't running but I'm sneezing. 

Did I mention I have to attend the vending conference this weekend?  [moan]  This will not be fun. 

I'll be contagious.  I hate to go out in the public, contagious.  If I *have* to go to work (I don't have sick leave, and no one to replace me), I'll do it but I try to avoi…

Ministry

Lately, I've found myself passionately defending "The least of these"  Matthew 25:30-46

It's become popular to bash the poor and ignorant.  I'm called to minister to them, so I have a different perspective.  Where some people seem to see hateful leeches, I see hurting, frightened souls crying alone at night.  I want to minister. 

Every day for about 4 years I have asked God to put His love into my heart, and He has certainly given me empathy for those most white women would find "scary".  I'm called.  I feel their pain, I want to salve it.  I know Jesus can make it all better and I so want to share Him. 

Is this another round of "I'm so holy" - no.  God in me is doing all of this.  I pray He can use me.  I'm a tool, nothing more.  Anything I do can be done by others.  God can use anyone for "my" work.  It's an honor to be used at all. 

It really bothered me at first when people talked about "My ministry".…

"Just"

If someone had our money, and wanted to give it back, Ron and I concluded they'd give it back on Tuesday.  No one did; we gave up. 

Today we went to our other location and stocked it.  I got a few things from the dollar store (fingernail clippers), snacks, etc. 

We got picked up and went to work.  As we walked in the credit union, Ron's phone rang.  It was the other vendor.  He began by grilling Ron, asking him about the missing money.  Ron, terrified our boss would find out, stammered out replies. 

"What would you do to get it back?" the man teased.  "I have it." 

Ron groped frantically along a wall as his knees gave out, sinking into a chair.  "Someone found my guy today and gave him the money.  You can get it if you want," revealing the hidey hole "Be more careful next time, OK?" 

We immediately got the money.  Ron says it's all there. 

Praise God.  I knew He'd take care of us but I did not expect to get the money back.�…

Paranoid

Because I was paranoid for so long, I hate even the thought of sounding paranoid. 

However, the man I suspect of stealing from us went out of his way to avoid us.  He didn't get within 100 feet of us at any time, and went out of his way to avoid us. 

For an "innocent" man, he's sure acting guilty. 

I watch "Criminal Minds", so I have seen how they profile the bad guy.  I never, ever, thought, I could profile a thief by the foods they stole, yet I did and he's acting very suspicious. 

He normally walks across the room to say hello and ask about the cats, but today he wouldn't even meet my eyes from 100 feet away.  Well, if he's guilty God will get him. 

Years ago we had another theft.  Ron had left a large bucket of quarters in the stockroom.  The stockroom was robbed and half the quarters stolen.  We didn't tell anyone that detail; we only said we had been robbed and had a lot of choice things to say about someone who'd rob a blind …

You are not a dog

I have read a lot of comments about the food stamp-ede this weekend when the cards appeared to have no limits.  One woman bought over $700 worth of merchandise on a card with less than a dollar. 

It got me thinking.  Yesterday, on the way to work, the other client on board our van got very excited when she saw me loading the junk food.  I have developed an eye for the people who ask for "freebies". 

One driver, for instance said "Oh, I'd like to TASTE that!" and looked at me expectantly.  I took the box out of the van and said "I need to sell it".  She got angry. 

I consider myself a generous person but the inventory belongs to Ron's business.  It does not belong to me; it's not mine to give away. 

Other clients just beg.  "Oh, that looks so good!  Can I have one?"  I always give the same response "Sorry, I need it for work."  One woman we rode with twice, both times I happened to have snickers.  She was legally blind, …

Luxuries

I do have some weaknesses, little luxuries I enjoy. 

Years ago, I used to work at a linen shop.  They got me addicted to really nice quality sheets.  I could never afford the top of the line, or even a pretty basic wool blanket, even with my discount, but the classes (I had about a week of training) taught me the value of a nice cotton sheet. 

I love cotton sheets.  I have a poly-blend on the computer room fold out, because I seldom use it, and I figure if anyone else used it they'd just be happy to have a soft bed. 

I think the most indulgent thing I ever did for myself was buying the queen sized cotton blanket.  I felt like I was living in a hotel, with a nice big blanket (I had been using a twin sized cotton blanket on the bed).  I still have it, over 9 years later.  It has a few snags but it's lovely. 

On occasion, I like a really nice cup of tea, but these days I'm pretty lazy and probably don't have the energy to make it. 

"You're crazy about smells…

Treasure

Sometimes I wonder about God's sense of humor. 

I had planned to wake up at 2:30 this morning; we had a lot of inventory to go to work and the trips are easier in the VERY early morning.   As a result, everything was turned off, dark, and quiet by 6:30, I'm lying in bed.  Ron's lying in his bed reading a talking book on headphones. 

7:30 the neighbor decides to knock on our door, because all the lights are off and we are clearly in bed.  I got up, put on my bathrobe, clearly just emerged from bed.  He was trying to sell candy with the kids.  I told him "I have to get up at 2!" He was "sorry" but I was pretty pissed.   Why would you knock on a door when it is apparent everyone is trying to sleep? 

I don't have a lot of treasures, but one thing I do treasure is a good sleep.  With my illness, a nice restorative sleep, without nightmares, is a gift from God.  I cherish it.  I covet it.  And now it was gone. 

I was so annoyed it took me another hour…

Strong Black Woman

Today in church I saw a guy pumping his fist in the air to the music.  I thought that was so cool.

If we were both single I would have given him my number.  :)  As it is, I've got Ron singing in the next room. 

God made it pretty clear recently that I need to work on envy.  I think I have a pretty good grip on my sins; pride, unforgiveness, anger, self pity, etc. 

I didn't really think envy was an issue.  Oddly, I had come around to realizing that about the same time Ron told me "That's envy!" when I was ranting about someone on the internet. 

I figured out one answer to the anger; and have gotten more assertive about blocking those who push my buttons.  One button being people who complain when they have so much good in their lives.  I want to slap them into gratitude (the anger).  I also desperately wish I had "those" problems.  (envy).  God has a way of using Ron on me; it's hard to describe but some things that come out of his mouth are not …

More interesting

Battling depression today.  I don't "feel" great but I did a lot considering. 

We went to the warehouse store and bought some inventory, brought it home.  I took a nap. 

When I got up around 12, I mowed the yard.  It took a while, but I finished it right as it began to rain.  That's happened a couple times now.  God is gracious. 

Also, I think He still needs me on Handout dut; not electrocuted and living in my heavenly mansion.

I took my meds early, and I'm glad I did.  I just wish I could lick this. 

I wish I could be more interesting.

Tomorrow

We got some news I can share, and some I cannot, about work. 

I told you I'd share when I had it. 

Good news; while they are demolishing our vending area and stockroom, they ARE allowing us to move 9 vending machines to a new location in "The Retail Room".  I suspected they would use that area. 

3 vending machines are staying for the construction workers (my old snack machine and 2 canned soda vendors), and a few are going back to the State warehouse. 

Yay!  No more coffee machine.  I will miss the double-door refrigerator, it is very old but incredibly reliable.  We have never had a speck of trouble... sigh.  I'll miss it, but I accept it, I have to give something up. 

It is more important to have our "combo unit" - one half fridge, one half freezer, smaller, and easier to move.  It's alright. 

Dad once suggested I had an attachment disorder.  Everything I read agrees.  As a result, I get very attached to "my" machines.  They aren't…

Leave it on the shelf.

I find this humiliating, writing this more difficult than confessing a sexual indiscretion. 

Speaking of, a lot of people with bipolar disorder can get into horrible sins if the illness gets out of hand; one reason I am vigilant. 

I like to talk when I'm manic.  I get hostile and irritable.  I also shop.  A lot. 

When the money is tight, you'll find me at the Dollar Store, buying 4 boxes of garbage bags because "I'll need them".  I will buy cheap things in abundance, get home, and leave most of them in bags on the floor. 

Later on, if I'm blessed, God will grant me a nice cleaning and organizing urge.  I'll go through the bags and put everything away. 

I think my highest paycheck was about $900, twice a month.  I'm trying to think of the most expensive thing I bought myself.  I know I spent a lot of money on craft and soap making supplies, probably a hundred or so an order; which is a lot when you're making what I did. 

I would work on my pr…

I have brain damage

Oh, thank you M! 

However, I like to keep it cheap when I "represent".  It keeps me from getting mugged when I work in the ghetto.  [laugh] 

I'm pretty happy; I'm totally ready for winter.  I got out my afghans, fleece blankets, Ron's feather comforter (he adores it, I got it for our 15th anniversary), sweats, hooded sweatshirts (that's all I seem to need now in the winter), etc. 

I have some wool blend socks running around in my dresser.  I can chase them down when it gets really cold.   I am not ashamed to bring my fake snuggie when it gets really cold.  I put it on when I'm waiting outside on paratransit or the regular bus. 

I've washed everything but the snuggies, my knit afghan, and the crochet afghan.  I made both afghans (I'm taking a small bow). I made Ron one, too.  His is solid garter stitch and 5 feet square.  Mine is also 5 feet square, garter stitch, made of brightly colored scraps framed in black.  I like it a lot.  Most of the t…

Already

From my online experience, I'd say a fair amount of Christians are walking around with a very fearful, angry, spirit, waiting to see what the god of this world has in store. 

I'm not.  Why?

1 John 4:4
You are of God, little children, and have overcome them, because He who is in you is greater than he who is in the world. Someone I respect greatly, who had battles with anxiety, told me this was their life verse:  2 Timothy 1:7 For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power and of love and of a sound mind. But "they" could come to get us!  Take our food, and put us in a FEMA camp!  (Boy, I just know I went on a list for just typing that).  Huh!  I just paid FEMA $1,155 for flood insurance.  So I'm funding the camps?  [laughing]  That's pretty funny.  Ron was so happy it wasn't $1200 because we each had a $20 left.  So, what if it does happen?  Jesus said: John 16:33 These things I have spoken to you, that in Me you may have peace. In the world y…

Video Blog

I love what I do

Oh, I am beat.  My alarm went off at 2:30, I hit the snooze a few times.  That meant I did half my God time first thing and the rest before I turned on the computer. 

I got up, showered, and ate.  I forgot to take my morning medication but I did get it later. 

We went to work, taking a lot of merchandise.  I stocked as much as I could, and then we left work and went to 2 stores to buy more merchandise. 

"Fill your machines" They say.  We did.  We worked 10 hours straight doing it; quite a feat for our disabilities. 

When we got back to work, from the stores, I stocked everything.  That took quite a while. 

The pastry takes the longest because I have to tag each item with an expiration date.  Your average frozen pastry item is good for a month to 35 days, once thawed. 

While working, I thought about my blog and what items I use for work.  I thought it might be fun to make a list. 

Things I need at work: 
Steel toed loafers, because I have a blind man in a wheelchair ru…

Feral Children

I had a long day and a longer day tomorrow. 

However, I thought I would share a few things that will probably make me look bad. 

I hate the sound of children playing.

Maybe it's a parental thing, hearing your kids play, you know they are happy, safe, and well fed.  For me, the sound of children playing means property damage, sleep deprivation, and incursions onto my property.  The yelling and banging (at least from the kids I've met) also trigger my PTSD.  I don't talk about it, but I have it.  I've had it for over 20 years. 

Doc says the meds I take any way help with that, and I believe him.  But nothing grates more than screaming and irregular loud thumps coming from next door. 

I vow to be honest here.  I know I look terrible; the monster neighbor screaming "Get off my grass!" - which is another issue.  I pay a lot of money to live here.  If I wanted kids in my yard I'd have had them.  We have a playground right down the street.  You have your own…

Uncle Sam

A few days ago, a driver left the vehicle in reverse, creating a very shrill backup beep.  I asked her to turn it off, because "My neighbor has a baby". 

She told me she had a baby, too, and got it in drive instead.  We waited for Ron to come out. 

"I need to talk to her" the driver murmured.  "About formula".  About that time Ron came out so we ended that and left. 

[Side note: neighbor mom only speaks Spanish.  I caught Baby Girl on her car one day and she said "Is OK!  Is cute!"  That's about it.]

I realized, though, that the driver must have been using WIC to feed her baby.  The government shut down the WIC program.  They wanted to starve babies.  Way to go.  [sarcasm]

The driver is trying to find a way for someone to feed the baby.

Now, I doubt any babies are actually starving, but parents, accustomed to having Uncle Sam buy the baby food, now have to buy it themselves.  And, they realize, it's expensive. 

One lady told me her m…

Second service

Whooo.  I have a vicious headache.  If I didn't have the Excedrin, it would be a full grown migraine.  I admit I ate some bad things yesterday, but boy am I paying for it! 

It's raining.  I haven't told Ron because he will get cranky.  We are planning to go to church in about an hour.  Second service. 

The church is planning a Bible handout (grin).  The team (those who want to do it) are attending first service, praying in the lobby, and then heading out to the handout.  I wish them well. 

I absolutely could not do it with this headache, even if Ron was up for it.  He isn't.  He is pretty wobbly today.  I don't know if it's inactivity, I suspect so.  I might encourage him to get on the exercise bike. 

Besides, God has made it pretty clear He wants me working with my drivers, and in the ghetto.  Happy to serve.  I am definitely praying for them and the recipients. 

They're going to a book fair, setting up a table, and handing out Free Bibles.  That'…

The Camel

I have gotten variations of the same question for the past few days. 

"Why don't you do outreach for middle class and wealthy people?" 

Well, first of all, I do.  Last summer I did an outreach at 290 and 1960, a pretty wealthy neighborhood.  I did hand out 40 Bibles.  I was almost run over 3 times and people kept trying to give me money.  Frankly, it got annoying.  I don't want money.   They freaked out if I offered them a Bible, but they wanted to give me money, like the money would make God happy without the committment of an actual Bible. 

Jesus said: Matthew 19:24
And again I say to you, it is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God.”
He wasn't kidding. 

I found that frustrating.  It was clear to both of us that isn't my mission field. 

Then Ron (give the man his props) suggested we go to the ghetto.  He grew up in a ghetto in Houston.  We used to visit his parents frequently. 

One nice th…

Bible Handout update

I forgot, Bible Handout update posts "always" crash on Facebook.  I don't know if it's the old computer, a software issue, or what, but it's very annoying.  If I type more than one sentence it starts moving very slowly and then crashing on me. 

OK, onto the Handout. 

Our pickup ride was nearly an hour late, leaving me 45 minutes of working time.  I was a little frustrated until I saw the HUGE dead rat in the median, right where I walk. 

Oh, it was huge, and had an awful odor.  It had bugs so I couldn't touch it even if I'd wanted to.  God, however, had provided a nice, sturdy, stick.  I didn't want to flick it in the road because someone would run over it and get the stench on their car.  I flicked it under a bush.  However, everytime I walked by the bush I kept thinking I saw it move.  Too many zombie movies, Heather. 

It didn't bother me as much as you'd think, because Bubba Cat used to bring me all kinds of huge dead rats.  He must have…

Garment of praise

Years ago, I found an orange safety vest, in original packaging, at the Salvation Army.  I have always thought of it as my "garment of praise".  I didn't really know why, but it just seemed right. 

One day, I read this in Isaiah: 
Isaiah 61:3
To console those who mourn in Zion, To give them beauty for ashes, The oil of joy for mourning, The garmentofpraise for the spirit of heaviness; That they may be called trees of righteousness, The planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified.” How appropriate.  If I had a mission statement it would be very similar.

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Today I'm featuring another episode of Heather's wierd, wierd, day. 

Monday, we had a very large driver, wearing smooth soled loafers, do a belly flop into my case of potato chips.  God protected the chips, and the driver. 

Today, the driver scolded me about "taking my blood pressure pills at the wrong time, which made (me?) fall onto my chips."  I didn't correct him.  I was rather alarmed.  He thought I took blood pressure medication, had taken it at the wrong time, and he couldn't remember he fell 48 hours ago? 

He got to talking about a client who died.  Now, when people discuss death I can generally tell the Christians from the non-Christians.  The non-Christian carries on about how terrible, what a tragedy, etc.  The woman who died was profoundly disabled.  The Christian would celebrate her life and say "She's in a better place, she isn't hurting anymore".  That's how Ron and I view it.  He carried on for a while about the traged…