Thursday in Holy Week; the day before Good Friday; commemoration of the Last Supper of Christ. It also commemorates the institution of the Holy Eucharist. We have a foot washing ceremony at our Maundy Thursday service, the point of which is to remind us that we are here to serve. Jesus washed the feet of the disciples, a job that would normally fall to the servant of the house. He put himself in service to those around Him. It’s a good reminder. Our foot washing reminds us that we all serve God and one another. WE ALL SERVE. It’s hard sometimes. Really hard. Sometimes I want to make judgments left and right. Sometime I want to think that I’m better than someone else. But last Thursday I was reminded, yet again, that Christ served. He got down into the trenches and served. And so must I. I won’t always do it right, I won’t always do it well. But I’m going to keep trying.
Been gone awhile…. March 23, 2008
Seems like I haven’t written in forever! Life’s been crazy. But then, what else is new! I’ve been working ona few ideas, and hopefully I’ll have something more interesting soon.
I do have news, though. Last semester (spring) I finished my prerequisites for the nursing program. I took the Nursing Entrance Test (and kicked its ass, I might add) and got on the waiting list in January. The waiting list for the program is normally 1 to 2 years long.
I found out last Wednesday that I’ve been placed! I start nursing school in September! Woo hoo!
Stole this from Lyndaspix March 12, 2008
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I feel another rant coming on….. March 12, 2008
The hall bathroom at work. It’s disgusting. There’s nothing like walking down the hall and having the poo smells wafting from under the doorway. It’s lovely, let me tell you. And then you walk in. And get hammered by the stench. When you look around, you notice paper towels and toilet paper littering the floor. It’s a sight to see. It gets better. The poo streaks left in the toilet. Can’t think of anything I like looking at less. Except, perhaps, when the poo and urine is on the floor. I like looking at that even less.
Now, I work in a hospital that caters mostly to the working poor and the indigent. So you expect this kind of mess. I know, that wasn’t a politically correct thing to say. But it’s true. That’s life. The really disgusting part, however is this. It’s the employee bathroom. It has a key-pad lock on it. For crying out loud.
THIS IS THE STAFF MAKING THIS DISGUSTING MESS! IN A HOSPITAL! THE HOSPITAL STAFF!
What the heck is that about?
Opera, Shmopera March 12, 2008
I wrote a whole story about our trip to the opera, and when I saved and published it, it only kept the title. Ppppttttttthhhhhhh! So there!
So, we went to the opera. Mozart’s “The Magic Flute”. If you don’t know anything about opera, Mozart wrote this one for the masses rather than the aristocracy for whom most opera was written. It’s goofy and fun, with crazy characters and a campy ending.
Long story short, three generations; Dad, me and B, all dressed up. B wore a suit. So cute. Hey, that rhymes! He recognised a song from the opera (one of my faves, sung by the Queen of the Night), he fell asleep, but would wake up to clap. Too funny. Three hours-a bit long for a kid. Next year, “The Mikado”. Lasts about and hour and a half.
Meditation March 9, 2008
“Meditation is not a way of making your mind quiet. It is a way of entering into the quiet that is already there—buried under the 50,000 thoughts the average person thinks every day.”- Deepak Chopra
What he doesn’t know is that my brain doesn’t belong to the average person. My brain thinks probably 150,000 thoughts a day. I don’t think there is a “quiet” already there. Truly. I wish it was that easy. I get insomnia because I can’t stop thinking thoughts, many of which are random…. I hope I recorded Lost, or I’m going to be pissed…… Dammit dog, quit with the farting…..The hip bone’s connected to the…..thigh bone; the thigh bone’s connected to the…..Hey, I have to remember to change the laundry…… The shower needs cleaning…..I wonder if I should go to the grocery store. Let’s see… we need fruit and veggies and laundry soap ….. Did I sign the permission slip for the kiddo’s field trip…….….. I wonder how much is in the bank. I’d better check that…… The thigh bone’s connected to the…..no, wait, I already went through that……..When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie……………I’d better check on……
See? Random.
Ok, so I’m warped. We knew that. The point is that I don’t think that I have a “quiet”. Is there anyone else out there like that, or just me?
Animals March 8, 2008
Some of the furry babies we love.
L-lives at our house.
B-lives ot our house
C-lives at Pop’s house
D-lives at our house
S-lives at our house
Another friend and car story. March 7, 2008
Thursday evenings during Lent my church has been having a lecture series centered around the book “The Children of Abraham” by F. E. Peters. We’ve had a Rabbi, a retired Episcopal Bishop and a Muslim Imam (sp?) speaking. It’s been fascinating, and I was hoping to come home after last night’s lecture and write something terribly spiritual and enlightened. But my car died again yesterday and I was far too irritated to be either spiritual or enlightened. I did make it to the lecture (only 15 minutes late, and having missed the dinner beforehand), and perhaps I’ll have another post shortly about that. As I said, I was feeling neither spiritual or enlightened. Although I did feel better after than I had before.
So basically what we have here is another car story.
As I was attempting to leave work yesterday, I discovered that my wonderful little Jeep (as yet, still unnamed; I’m thinking “bitch” or “stupid” or something along those lines……) absolutley refused to start. No, I did NOT leave the lights on, or anything else for that matter.One of my coworkers, C drove me over to security to ask for a jump start. Thank you, C. Security started my car, and I was on my merry little way to pick up the dudes. I’d have plenty of time to get them home and fed before I headed up to church for the lecture. So I get on the 51 and I notice the radio flickering in and out, so I get off the 51 at Thomas Rd and 20th st. I decide to turn left, but “stupid” decided that was positively out of the question, and proceeded to die. In the left turn lane. Jjust after the off ramp. In rush hour traffic. Thrill a minute, let me tell you! So here I am, pissing so very many people off! First thing I do is call my dad, who reminds me that I have a AAA card. Duh! So I call them, and bless their hearts, if they don’t send someone out quickly to get me out of the road. But it does take about 20 minutes, during which, as I stick my arm out the window and try to wave people around me, I get honked at, flipped off, yelled at etc. What, exactly, would they have me do? Get out and do a little dance? I did not, by the way do a little dance. Instead, I call my good friend J, who I’m sure you remember from a previous episode. I had no clue where to tow the vehicle since my guy retired (thank you, City of Phoenix, for taking a quarter of their property for the light rail, thus depriving me of a trusted mechanic!), so of course I call the one person who will know, J. And I wake her up. Nice of me, huh! She works graveyard shift. Being the wonderful person that she is, she not only got up to give me the info that I needed, she called them to say I was coming, AND met me over there to give me a ride back. What service! On top of that, the folks at the repair shopt STAYED LATE TO WAIT FOR ME! Could not believe it. Some people are so wonderful. Anyway, one more bit to the story. While I’m sitting in a dead car in the middle of rush hour getting flipped off and honked at, there was one person who stopped to see if I needed help. One. A homeless guy. Someone who has absolutely nothing other than what is on his back stopped and offered to help. May God bless him. All the people in fancy-schmancy cars….no offers of help. A homeless guy. Willing to give. I already had help on the way, but I was touched that he was willing to try. So God bless J, M & B (repair shop guys), the homeless guy, and last but not least, Dad. I’m driving his 1968 Beetle for the moment! It’s a fun car, and I look cute in it!
