Posted in Indianapolis Colts, sports

FOOTBALL AND THE POSSIBILITY OF "WINTRY MIX"

This coming Wednesday, we might, and I repeat, might, get a bit of what the weather forcasters like to call, “wintry mix.” What this means is that they’d like to say we’d get snow, or sleet, or rain, but to tell the truth, it’s going to be something in between. Of course, the worst will happen while people are trying to get to work. Then again, I live for the possibility of seeing a snowflake in Houston every year.

And now, I am set to watch a divisional playoff game between the Indianapolis Colts and the Baltimore Ravens. It is my hope to see the Indianapolis defense rise to the occasion and to see the Colts get one step closer to the Super Bowl. My roommate thinks I’m delusional, and I may be, but I would still love to see it happen!

The sky is darkening and I must brace myself for a big weather change. I was hoping this warmer weather would last a few days longer so my cold… or allergies… well, so my callergies would taper off a bit before this cold snap hit.

I look forward to sweater weather once again, though, and by Monday I will have it.

Posted in health, random

BLESS ME, I SNEEZED

Colds are the worst. On top of the bug I just had at Christmas, now I have the sniffles. I am congested, I’m sneezing, and I’m not sleeping all that well because of it. Did I mention that I’m coughing, too? So much fun!

I started some new duties at work and so far, so good. I made up my mind before I went to work Tuesday that no matter what, I wasn’t going to get stressed out over my circumstances, and I’ve renewed that vow every day. My first week as the new work me has gone all right and I know it’s because I was proactive in my thinking.

Right now, I’m going to start thinking that I’m going to get a good night’s sleep and see what happens. 🙂

“Achoo!”

Bless me, I sneezed.

Posted in random, Yahweh's fingerprints

Welcome 2007

We’re moved in, about 95% unpacked, and we can find…most things. We are more than thrilled with our new apartment complex and the service we’ve received so far has made the move that much more worth it.

Jene’ had our favorite girls over and they’re spending the night… in her room. The fireworks have already started going off outside and I hope they sleep through it. I anticipate that there will be a plethora of fireworks in a little more than a half hour.

I’m not about to get all nostalgic over 2006. I’m ready for 2007 and pray it blows 2006 out of the water. I am starting many new things, and I pray I can handle all that comes my way. I will not make resolutions. I have trouble getting motivated and don’t seem to make any original or fresh ones anyway.

Therefore, my one and only plan is to grow closer to God, and I think the rest of the “resolutions” will fall into place.

And now, I’ll send a few e-mails, read about what’s been happening in the world today, toast 2007 and then get some rest. After all, there’s a lot of football to watch tomorrow!

Happy New Year… and if you want to try my new formula for success in 2007, let me know how it works for you. I’ll try to keep you in the loop as well. 🙂

Posted in Moving

UNPACKING…

Unpacking is even more unpleasant than packing. As tedious as packing is, you know exactly how much space you are working with (box) and you know you’ll be able to stack it conveniently out of your way. Finding places to put all my stuff has been tedious. Granted, I have a lot of room, but still, the stuff has to go IN something.

To think of all the stuff I threw away and to see all I have yet to put away makes me wonder how I lived with all that stuff.

We had Thanksgiving dinner at Luby’s because all of our dishes were in boxes. That was great fun, actually. Every race and creed was represented in the dining room and it reminded me of how much I appreciate Houston’s cultural diversity (which is what our new apt complex is).

So we’ve moved into our new place and it wasn’t without our usual dose of unusual ordeals. Friday night, I had what we thought was food poisioning. As a result, Saturday, I was lethargic, dehydrated and at times, disoriented. I had a crew of two join me with a van and we moved many light boxes and odd shaped furniture and lamps.

Sunday morning, however, we realized I did not have food poisioning. I had some sort of nasty bug that comes with a high, intense fever and diarrhea. I know it was a bug, because my roommate woke up with it and one of the men who was supposed to help us move also came down with it. We ended up with two men and two women who came to help us (and then our sick friend came to drive the truck for us). It was just enough (always is) but I had been worried because usually the Roommie is the organized, take charge one.

Fortunately, J, loaned to me through BAHP (Borrow a Husband Program), totally took charge and took some of the pressure off the Roommie, who was delirious most of the day. All told, we loaded, moved and unloaded the truck in less than 3 1/2 hours.

The following Thursday, we were supposed to go back and finish cleaning our old apartment and turn in our keys. Again, something came up that took us off guard. One of Roommie’s friends was ill, and she went to take care of the friend. The friend’s boss sent a professional cleaning crew to clean our old place in gratitude for Roommie helping out. If we don’t get the deposit back, there’s something seriously wrong.

Unfortunately, Roommie’s friend did not make it through the night and she spent most of the weekend dealing with that.

I took three days off to unpack and got a great deal finished. I can actually walk around my bed in this new room, and my closet is bigger than my first bedroom in my family’s farmhouse when I was seven. I am very pleased with the service here (same day service) and the commute isn’t bad. It’s fairly quiet most of the time, and the neighbors are very nice. So far, so good.

I will not miss the following from the old place:

Thumping car stereos in the middle of the night.

Second-hand cigarette smoke from the neighbors next door that floated up into my bedroom window.

Bathroom tiles cracked and ready to fall into the tub.

Requests for repairs that were ignored, sometimes for YEARS.

Our kitchen floor flooding everytime there was a significant downpour.

Hearing these words when asking about a service request six months after it was placed, “we’re waiting on bids.”

Yeah, I’m grateful for the new place more and more each day.

Posted in Moving

PACKING…

I filled 13 boxes today and I still don’t feel like I’ll ever get finished. I have a week to get things in boxes, but the last thing I want to do is spend Thanksgiving packing.

It’s amazing what you find after living somewhere for five years. I’ve already thrown out no less than twenty bags of garbage. The Salvation Army was here Thursday and they took an entire room full of clothes and furniture. Still, I’m sitting in a room full of stuff. Amazing.

Downsizing isn’t fun, but I’m sure it will help when it’s all said and done.

Thursday, I’ll be eating at Luby’s since my dishes will be in boxes… and I will be thankful. I will be thankful when next weekend has passed and I am in my new apartment enjoying the benefits of downsizing… and my own bathroom.

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!

By the way, the week of Christmas… I am doing NOTHING. I deserve it.

Posted in NANOWRIMO, Writing

NANOWRIMO is No Mo…

Hello, peeps. I had to put my NANOWRIMO aspirations on hold. Since we’re moving in two weeks, it just didn’t seem sane to try to pack and move and write 1700 words or more a day. So, the book is on hold. I may make my own NANOWRIMO another time next year.

The good news is we found a place to live about five miles away, and one mile closer to work. I signed the lease today. We’re going to save money and I will have my own bathroom and huge closet! I’m very excited about everything except the moving part.

So, keep us in your prayers as we pack and move. Also, it’s a gas hookup for the dryer and since our dryer is gas, we will be line drying our clothes until a gas dryer can be procured.

Are we having fun yet?

Posted in Moving

FOR RENT

The Roommie and I are moving come November 30th, whether we have anyplace to go or not. Know of any good places to rent in Houston? lol

Im really out of my comfort zone with this one. I may have to move to a neighborhood that is not of my choosing, that stretches me in ways I still don’t know how to put words to. I think it’s a good thing, but still, moving is stressful, and we’re moving just shy of the holidays which is a stressful time for me anyway.

AND, did I mention it’s time for NANOWRIMO and I’m writing 50,000 words in 30 days again?

Should be fun, right? Should be a stretch…

Posted in Writing

HOME ALONE

In just over a month, I will attempt to write another novel. I am still editing the last one, but I am at a comfortable place with it, so hopefully I will be able to let go of it soon.

I haven’t written in a while, mostly because my brain has been overloaded and trying to form coherent sentences has been nearly impossible, and once again I’ve gotten away from the things that feed my creativity. I hope this fall that trend comes to a close. I need to feed my creativity, or I’ll explode.

With that deficit in mind, I have tried to take steps to stoke my creativity. I am currently involved in a class on Christian meditation, which has been very helpful. I am particularly interested in Ignatian Meditation, which has been linked to increased creativity. It uses all the senses and writing, so I hope to glean as much as I can from it. I love the class and I will be sorry to see it end in November… but I suppose I’ll be glad to have the time back to write my book!

One thing that I’ve been trying to do lately is get out of the house for purposes other than work. The meditation class helped, and I’ve been trying to reconnect with friends. The reconnecting part isn’t easy on my budget, but fortunately, I have generous friends right now.

So when G turned up at the store today, I was so happy. I always love hanging out with G. She makes me laugh and is always supportive of me creatively. She and I are sort of going through the same thing — reconnecting with that part of ourselves that exists outside of work. Hopefully, we’ll get to hang out soon.

Now I just need a topic/outline for another book. Do I have another good one in me?

Posted in commentary, movies, pop culture

WEIGHING IN ON DAVINCI

Even with all the hype surrounding the book The DaVinci Code, the movie came and went with a yawn (though it was a very lucrative yawn). The controversy generated that brought the pre-movie hype to a fever pitch seemed to fade away overnight. Truth be told, I was over-saturated by the controversy, the hype and all the books that sought to “break the code,” or “debunk the code,” (and books like that are still coming out) so I still have had no desire to see the movie yet.

Therefore, unlike the woman who has never read a Harry Potter book but wants them banned from her kids’ public school library because she believes they are evil (HP Controversy), I will not comment on something I haven’t seen and therefore do not have firsthand knowledge of. This review of sorts will make no references to The DaVinci Code the movie.

I did, however, finally read Dan Brown’s best-selling novel, The DaVinci Code. About a week ago, I was in Wal-Mart at about midnight after babysitting to pick up some household items and saw the mass market paperback edition in the checkout line available for less than $5. My curiosity got the best of me and I had wanted to read it (otherwise, how could I give an informed opinion on it?), so I purchased it.

I can see why The DaVinci Code has sold over 40 million copies. It’s a very well-written work of fiction and I read it as such. I read it in about three days. It was very difficult to put the book down even as my eyes drooped from tiredness at the end of the day. The DaVinci Code is a page turner in every way. Action. Intrigue. Mystery. An intellectual thriller. Many of my friends who have read the book have commented on how the book draws you in, holds your interest, and doesn’t let go until the very end. Though I found it somewhat predictable, it was still a great read.

Now for the controversy part. Did I mention that The DaVinci Code is sold in the fiction section in bookstores and is also catalogued as such? Yet many in the Christian community feel the Gospel is threatened or that people are being led astray by this work of fiction. Why?

I have searched the book’s prologue thoroughly and I still don’t see the phrase(s) in which many Christian commentators have asserted that this is where Dan Brown says that this fiction book is true, especially the parts about Jesus Christ. Misquotes have abounded and fanned the flames of controversy surrounding this book.

Author Dan Brown merely states in his prologue that the two historical Christian groups mentioned in the book are real (the Priory of Sion and Opus Dei) and the “descriptions of the art, architecture, documents, and secret rituals in this novel are accurate.” That’s it.

Many people did not read the book and freaked out over their trusted Christian commentators’ assertions that what Dan Brown has said about the deity and life of Christ described in his book are true. Hence the umpteen books published on breaking and debunking the code that flooded the market from the time the book was first released until this very moment.

What gets me, really, about The DaVinci Code controversy is that many in the Christian community have gotten up in arms about how the life of Christ is portrayed (and do I need to say it again?) in this fiction book. Granted, what is said in The DaVinci Code about Christ goes directly against what the Bible says and what has been believed for centuries. But again, The DaVinci Code is fiction, right? Can one fiction book take on the Bible?

If, as a Christian, you believe in the inerrant word of God, then how can one little fiction book (or movie) change your mind about what you believe? What, as a Christian culture, are you so afraid of? If, as a Christian, you believe that the word of God is the truth and is the same yesterday, today and forever, do you really think Dan Brown and his 40 million copies of fiction can change that?

No. And yet the books and pamphlets abound.

Giving your neighbor a book or pamphlet (that he didn’t ask for by the way) about how awful The DaVinci Code paints the church is only going to make him wonder what you’re afraid of… because your neighbor knows The DaVinci Code is fiction. If he reads the pamphlet, he wonders why his eternal soul is in question because this book has been published. He wonders why people are protesting this work of fiction when there are children starving in Africa, or even down the street. People are more impressed by words more than actions anyway (“I was hungry and you fed me,” vs. “I was hungry and you preached at me,” but that’s another topic all together).

What is the Christian community really afraid of? Well, from what I’ve seen (and read), it’s ignorance of the word of God within their own ranks. Most Christians are ill equipped to handle The DaVinci Code, because they do not know the Bible well enough to tell fact from fiction and they are afraid that their “less educated” non-Christian friends/neighbors know even less and might believe The DaVinci Code might actually be more truth than fiction.

The book’s controversy really does cast a light on a very sensitive area within the church. Many Christians attend services, but fewer read and study the Bible. They depend on the man behind the pulpit to teach them all they need to know, and quite frankly, that is much more frightening to me than the insinuations made The DaVinci Code.

Posted in dental adventures, health

MISS MOOD RING FACE

I went in to get my teeth cleaned last Monday. I told them I thought I had a broken tooth. The next thing I know I am getting a root canal. Love those things. I’ve yet to have one go right using the “drill the canal out” procedure. The only one that’s gone right so far was when the dentist used the surgical root cut method.

You see, I have funky teeth. Small. Unusual. My mouth is small. I usually expect that a routine procedure isn’t going to go smoothly.

Therefore, when the dentist was halfway through my root canal Monday, I was not surprised to hear, “we’ve had a little setback. Your canal is bleeding and I can’t continue.” He put me on antibiotics and told me to come back Thursday.

And I still hadn’t had my teeth cleaned.

Thursday, I had to take the whole afternoon off to finish the procedure. Yes, complication number two reared its ugly head when the dentist either a) accidentally touched a nerve beyond the tooth’s root, or b) the solution that kills the tooth’s root hit a bone. Either way, pain shot through my whole cheek and I demanded something for relief.

After another shot for the pain, he continued. The dentist was mortified. He was so upset that I was in pain, and I knew it was an accident and tried to assure him that I was not surprised, nor did I blame him.

Finally, after a botched tooth mold (for the crown) that we had to redo, and a hasty tooth cleaning, they let me go with a big fat prescription for hydrocodone. By the time I got home, my face had swelled considerably.

That night, I called my boss and told her what had happened, that I was taking the pain meds and that I wasn’t sure what would happen in the morning. I took the hydrocodone and babbled that I was “fuzzy” at my roommate who had been in my room for HOURS getting rid of some nasty viruses on my computer. I’m glad she is compassionate and doesn’t charge me.

Anyway, she finished with the computer after midnight, and the medicine had helped, but I wasn’t asleep. Finally, I did sleep, but then at 4 AM rolled over onto the grapefruit-sized cheek and I took another pain med and fell asleep. I did not hear my roommate leave for work at 8:20ish. She called my boss and told her I was out and perhaps, if I could, try to come in at lunchtime.

At lunchtime, I was still dizzy and nauseous from the pain meds, so it was no workie for me. It wouldn’t have been so bad, but I am helping prepare for a major conference at work that starts the Wednesday after Easter. Not good. (Let’s just say this made today a very busy one).

The swelling started to go down Friday, but the fun was just getting started. I now have a purple mark just to the right of my upper lip that looks like the thumbs up on the cover of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. A light green patch runs between the thumbs up and the area just over the base of my throat, where I have a silver dollar sized bruise.

Good thing my self-worth isn’t wrapped up in my face. I had all my friends at work look at my mood ring face first thing this morning and got it over with. Though it still hurts somewhat, I am thankful I’ve overcome the issue of having to look my “best” at all times. Three or four years ago, I’d have never ventured out of the house with my face looking like this. This weekend, I was taking pictures of the evolution of my mood ring face.

Last night, while sitting in church, the setting sun shone through the stained-glass window and my entire face was covered in a myriad of colors and shades, blending my wounds with other beautiful colors. Nobody seemed to notice my mood ring face, even after the sun went down. All they saw was the light inside me.

I am not as I once was. And that’s very, very good.