Blech…need I say more?
How convenient…for you…
Since the flooding in Louisiana, I have been rather critical of the hoards of welfare dependents expecting everyone else to take care of their problems. I had thought that laying blame on anyone but themselves was idiotic and selfish. Of course, many of them have no idea any other lifestyle exists. They are just dependent upon the system to take care of them. As I read this morning that nursing home patients were left behind because the staff had no evacuation plan for them, therefore they died, it makes me sick to my stomach. Now I’m the one wanting to lay blame and judgement upon the staff of the nursing home. How disgusting. To leave human life behind because it wasn’t convenient to save them, or because they were old anyway and were going to die soon regardless, whatever your reason, is criminal in my book. The staff of this facility ought to be tried, convicted, and sentenced, and all of the remaining assets of this company should be liquidated to pay restitution to the families of those who were abandoned to DIE. Pathetic.
Can’t sleep…
I believe I have too much worry in my life right now because I think I panic about small things and forget the big picture, and by big picture, I am not referring to God and the cosmos, I am referring to the more immediate big picture. Those things in my life that I should know are not that terrible.
I struggle with the idea of knowing God more because all I believe I can know has been revealed in that which I see every day and the word. If I knew the bible inside and out, perhaps I could better apply the principles to my life when the worries arise, but I’m not a book-smart person. At least, not that type of book. I know how to do things, not how things were done, nor at times do I care about the history of why things are the way they are.
Right now, I know one thing is for sure. My “self-belief” meter is ringing in around about 2 out of a scale of 2 to 10. I’ve been trying to slim down to help my spondy (back thing) cause it flares up once or twice every year and my sciatic nerve becomes evident. I can’t lose a damn pound. I’m working out every day, and nothing is changing. I have a few vices that I haven’t attempted to quit because I’m discouraged day in and day out when I don’t see progress and nobody is there to encourage me, save Audrey Heald, who did a fine job of it last Sunday. Thanks, by the way. I just can’t see through my own misery long enough to be able to see it on my own, and the clouds just shroud my head.
My mother gave me an article about encouragement recently. It says something to the effect of surrounding yourself with encouraging people, because the nay-sayers are your worst enemy. Man they piss me off. I HATE WHEN PEOPLE TELL ME I CAN’T DO SOMETHING. I HATE WHEN PEOPLE DON’T SAY “RIGHT ON, RISK TAKER” WHEN I WANT TO RISK IT ALL.
The bottom line is, I am not in the word enough for it to become part of me. I have basics engrained, but I couldn’t tell you where “this” or “that” is in the bible; I could for a few things maybe. It’s not that I don’t want to be in the word, and I don’t wallow in misery about the fact that I’m not. .
My life is not about managing my sin. It is not about trying to avoid sin. If I keep this perspective, as many Christian Americans do, I will not grow. I must leave that which I have done in the past, in the past, and burn the bridges that need to be burned.
I found it!
I have chosen a scooter after reviewing many many different brands. Hands down, the only scooter to own, is the BMW of scooters. The most luxurious and hoity toity of all mopeds…it’s…the
According to a news article published at Vespausa.com, scooter sales have doubled since 2000 to over 88,000 units sold. That’s a ton of scooters. What do you think? 2.6 Gallons take you over 200 miles. You do the math.
Price?
$4,000.00
Gas…like…ass
Gas rhymes with ass and that is how I felt as I poured $3.19 down that little tube in my truck as every gallon seeped from the tank beneath my feet.
$50.00 and change. A 16 gallon tank. Too much. I spent about $225 on gas in August. This is ridiculous. So much so, that I may have to forfeit driving as much as I do. I may have to sacrifice fellowship with people that live 10 or more miles away. I may have to never see a movie further than the Pavillions. I may have to quit seeing movies altogether for a while.
My truck gets 17 miles/gal at a cost of 18.7 cents per mile. It costs me $1.00 to drive 5.8 miles. My friends are further away than this. With a factor of 2 (there and back) just to drive to church, I spend $7.50. If I want to visit the Koziczkowski’s, 35 miles from me, it’s $14.00 round trip. Go to dinner with them too? Now I’ve spent $30.00. If that happens 4 times/month i’m spending $120.00/month on just that. On average, I drive about 100 miles/month based on the number of tanks I’ve paid for in the past months.
So, I’ve been thinking about moving from my truck, to a scooter. A scooter gets 70 – 100 miles to the gallon. That’s roughly $3.00-5.00/month in gas. If I’m spending $200.00/month as it is, I could save (I’ll estimate) probably $150.00/month if I switch from my truck to a scooter only. Of course, that’s not 100% practical since I still need to haul my gear to church. If a scooter costs $2499.00 new, it would pay for itself in 16 months. If I go with one that has less power, it would cost about $1700.00 new and would pay for itself in 11 months. Either way, I will be spending this money over the next 16 months, whether it be on gas for my truck, or another form of transportation. The ultimate goal is to reduce my monthly expense and to reduce it as quickly as possible.
I could just ride my bike I suppose?!
Okay, I’ll bite. My 31 Confessions…
1. I am a Christian.
2. When I eat nutty bars, I eat them one layer at a time.
3. I like amber beers mostly.
4. Panda Express is my nutritional weakness in life. Orange Chicken rules.
5. I am an Arizona native.
6. Regardless of my spritiual condition, I do have a racist bone in my body, but I’d like to say, like most, that I don’t. I don’t like that I do though.
7. I’m very hairy, so I shave most of it off.
8. I’m a terribly nervous pianist.
9. When I read, if ever, it’s usually a help file or a text book.
10. I’d prefer to know how to do something rather than know the history of it.
11. I battle gingivitus.
12. I bite my fingernails when I get nervous.
13. I can’t maintain callouses on my fingers from playing the guitar. I like to rip them off, cause they drive me mad.
14. Touch is very important to me. Callouses prevent that.
15. I have a hard time asking for what I want in life.
16. I don’t believe I can meet my own standards for attraction.
17. My life has been a never-ending struggle with weight loss.
18. My dream job: being in the spotlight.
19. My left knee tingles when I use a certian elliptical model.
20. Boobs are more imporant to me than they should be.
21. I love women.
22. I’m very sensitive, and I can listen well.
23. I too am left-handed.
24. I have probably farted next to you without you knowing.
25. Movie quotes slip my mind. I suck at that game.
26. I can memorize hour-long pieces of chorale music like Gabriel Fauré’s Requiem.
27. I’m terrified of popsicles.
28. Bananas used to make my lips itch.
29. 80’s music rules.
30. I watch far too many movies.
31. I’m really a lesbian in a man’s body.