Mom worked in Central Supply for a hospital in Wichita prior to the day of disposable stuff. She would work an autoclave for hours setting up trays of sterile stuff. I'm not sure if I want green or sterile. In the long run I'm not sure what the cost difference is. Change what you can, accept the things you can's and have the god given sense to know the difference. MUD
but the good news is...that in the paper this morning, i read that verizon wireless amphitheater is reclaiming it's rightful name...SANDSTONE...and will be going GREEN!!! gb
What's the deal? I tried to read Kathy's Blog and it said I wasn't invited to go to hell! Joker's blog didn't have anything available so same same. Aren't blogs to be read? MUD
Kathy doesn't have a blog? What the hell? Maybe someday I'll take the time.
I could post the weird, ramdom, maddening things that happen in school.
Like when I asked Anthony, "What's the word on the street?" and he just looked at me and said, "Hunh?" I grinned.
Like when I heard a middle school teacher say to a kid, "You have friends?" I cringed.
Like when I saw a tiny blond child in the office being interviewed by a friendly looking woman obviously from SRS. I sighed.
Like when a teacher said she didn't like the parentheses I used in a math lesson and shouldn't we draw a box around it or something? I cringed again.
Like when the high school basketball player had a seizure in the hallway in front of our elementary kids. I closed the blinds. We talked about it. Briefly. She's okay. The seizures are stress induced. Go figure.
There weren't, thankfully, any gay unborn whales being nuked today at school.
"Dog's lives are short, too short, but you know that going in. You know the pain is coming, you're going to lose a dog, and there's going to be great anguish, so you live fully in the moment with her, never fail to share her joy or delight in her innocence, because you can't support the illusion that a dog can be your lifelong companion. There's such beauty in the hard honesty of that, in accepting and giving love while always aware it comes with an unbearable price. Maybe loving dogs is a way we do penance for all the other illisions we allow ourselves and for the mistakes we make because of those illusions." Dean Koontz The Darkest Evening Of The Year
1. Have lunch with Andrew at school. 2. Write an actual letter to both of my Grandmothers. 3. Plant trees in my backyard. 4. Serve lunch at a shelter. 5. Do a flip turn in the pool. 6. Go to the zoo. 7.Pick a light out for the kitchen. 8. Build a compost container. 9. Make a rain barrel. 10. Learn how to use a chainsaw. 11. Ride a tandem bicycle. 12. Water ski. 13. Go to Splash Cove with Andrew. 14. Organize the pictures on my computer...and back them up. 15. Wax my car. 16. Go to a drive in movie. 17. Take a walk in the pouring rain. 18. Learn to play a song on the piano. 19. Do another triathlon. 20. Ride another century. 21. Ride the entire Katy Trail again. 22. Catch a big fish with my Dad. 23. See Van Morrison live. 24. Pay my last payment on my last credit card. 25. Take a photography class. 26. Go 48 hours without my cell phone. (not while on vacation) 27. Go 48 hours without my laptop. (same) 28. Go a week without the TV. 29.Race my single. 30. Run 3 miles without walking. 31. Take my dogs to the dog park. 32. Attend a holiday service at church. 33. Bake a decent loaf of bread....from scratch. 34. Sew something. 35. Finish another Holiday Challenge 36. Camp with Andrew. 37. Paint a picture. 38.Race a double with Ed. (And we won!!) 39. Fly a kite. 40.Take and post 1 picture a day for 1 month. 41. Stay at Cruses Cabooses. 42. Sell something on Ebay. 43. Empty one side of the attic. 42. Build a piece of Furniture. 43. Visit little Saoirse Rae Thompson. 44. Go to the dentist. 45. Ride in a hot air balloon. 46. Stay in my jammies all day and watch movies. 47.Go on a trail ride. 48. Attend a Prarie Burn.
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, 'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?' Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." Marianne Williamson
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Mom worked in Central Supply for a hospital in Wichita prior to the day of disposable stuff. She would work an autoclave for hours setting up trays of sterile stuff. I'm not sure if I want green or sterile. In the long run I'm not sure what the cost difference is. Change what you can, accept the things you can's and have the god given sense to know the difference. MUD
Yeah, but the sense is the hardest part for some people! ha ha
Now, about those gay unborn baby whales getting nuked...
HHAHA...
I like your blog. I will come back for more, keep it up!
Do drop by my blog and have a look.
http://1jokeaday.blogspot.com
but the good news is...that in the paper this morning, i read that verizon wireless amphitheater is reclaiming it's rightful name...SANDSTONE...and will be going GREEN!!! gb
What's the deal? I tried to read Kathy's Blog and it said I wasn't invited to go to hell! Joker's blog didn't have anything available so same same. Aren't blogs to be read? MUD
Kathy doesn't have a blog and I got on the joker just fine...
When I click on Joker's name all I get is no profile available. Normally it takes me to a profile and from there I go to the person's blog. MUD
you have to cut and paste the link provided.
Today's joke was pretty funny.
Kathy doesn't have a blog? What the hell? Maybe someday I'll take the time.
I could post the weird, ramdom, maddening things that happen in school.
Like when I asked Anthony, "What's the word on the street?" and he just looked at me and said, "Hunh?" I grinned.
Like when I heard a middle school teacher say to a kid, "You have friends?" I cringed.
Like when I saw a tiny blond child in the office being interviewed by a friendly looking woman obviously from SRS. I sighed.
Like when a teacher said she didn't like the parentheses I used in a math lesson and shouldn't we draw a box around it or something? I cringed again.
Like when the high school basketball player had a seizure in the hallway in front of our elementary kids. I closed the blinds. We talked about it. Briefly. She's okay. The seizures are stress induced. Go figure.
There weren't, thankfully, any gay unborn whales being nuked today at school.
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