so, i'm "finishing" catching up now...
After Thanksgiving, Cindy and I actually had a weekend with no monumentally busy plans. it was nice after four weekends of "go go go".
The one thing that did occur the weekend of December 3-4 was that i became a "novice member" at the church i have been attending here in Chicago, Living Water Community Church. They do a novice membership before full membership just to kinda give both parties a chance to really check each other out. *grin* seriously, though, while i didn't like the idea at first, i am now a firm supporter: it really impressed upon me for the first time the true nature of what it means to be a member of a church (and by this i mean a community of believers dedicated to seeking God and following Jesus together, not just a physical church address).
One of the highlights of the service that Sunday was that the Cambodian congregation that is part of our Living Water congregation played an important part in the service, performing a play of the annunciation, a traditional Khmer dance (performed by a little girl dressed in traditional garb and encouraged by her mother at the back of the church), and a hymn sung by the whole Khmer group. All in Khmer, of course. And it was so cool- listening to the lilt of such a foreign-sounding language and knowing that it was the word of God, the words of Mary and the Angel Gabriel, and the hymn we all sang earlier O Come O Come Emmanual. It was also cool for me because anyone that has known me for any length of time will know that i dream of one day visiting Cambodia. (and Vietnam, Thailand, Laos...) The presence of a Cambodian group within hte congregation at Living Water was one of the affirmations from God to me that this was the body of believers i belonged with in chicago.
Another highlight was that we had communion after my little "becoming a (sorta) member ceremony" and that i was one of the servers of the bread. Living Water forms two lines when taking communion, with a bread and cup in each line at the front of the worship area. each line has its own bread server who serves the entire time, but the cup is passed from one person to the next person as believers come to take communion. it is a much more personable- intimate is the word i want i guess- way of serving, to each other, looking each other in the eye and saying the words "the blood of Christ shed for your sins". but being the one serving the bread was even better. what a joyous occasion! especially after the membership commitment, i was blessed to be the one greeting each person as they approached the cross, to ask their name (i'm so bad without nametags) and call them by name and say "The body of Christ, broken for you"... To see the young and old all coming in solemn joy. it gives people the chance to greet a new member too, and i appreciated that.
another thing i loved about serving communion: although there are a fair number of younger children (8+) that have been baptised and came to receive communion, for those that are not baptised, the bread server says a blessing over them as they come forward. at first i was a little nervous about "giving blessings", i gotta say i warmed up to the task very quickly. what a gift bestowed upon me, not just them, to be an adult member of the church placing a hand on the head or shoulder of this little child of God and praying a blessing just for them. I mostly prayed versions of "may (name) know that no matter what they may do, there isn't anything that they can do that will ever keep you from loving them" etc.
so, the next weekend, Marty and Holly Lehman from Elkhart came up on the South Shore Train Saturday morning. cindy and i met them downtown at the station, stashed their overnight items at my office a block from the station, and (eventually) ended up at the Field Museum. (really, you don't want me to recount the frustrating three stooge-like series of events that leads me to say "eventually".) When i was in high school, Marty was my mentor at church, and Holly is her 11-yr old daughter. Phil, Marty, and Holly were in my small group (for like 5 years... wow) before i moved to chicago. we spent most of the day at Field (seeing the special Pompeii exhibit) and then hopped onto one of the free Chicago Trolleys to go to Navy Pier to see an IMAX movie. This year, The Polar Express was 3D at IMAX.
now, i wasn't too thrilled about the whole 3D thing. the last time i saw anything 3D was, well, i can't really remember, it was a long time ago. with those two colored glasses. it was less than impressive. but, hey, they wanted to go, so i'm going along for the ride, right? besides, i've not seen The Polar Express yet, can't even remember the book (although i know i've read it) so at least i'll get to see a critically acclaimed movie born of the creative talent of Tom Hanks.
Well. 3D has come a long way, baby. it was very cool. i was hooked after the first 60 seconds of the first preview. and i will definately be going to see the 3D version of the underwater movie coming soon to an IMAX near me!
Marty and Holly left on the early train Sunday morning. After taking them to the train, Cindy and i- huh, can't remember. we did something. must not have been that outstanding.
That just leaves this past weekend, and no one came to visit us and we didn't go anywhere, and it was nice. i did 6 loads of laundry on Saturday. Cindy weatherstripped 6 windows. (what a difference weatherstripping makes with our ancient and non-sealing windows...) we did some dishes. we watched an episode of Numb3rs that aired Friday night but that we missed most of- because we were checking out my friend Kris' new-to-him automobile. (Chevy Blazer, very nice, even if it IS an SUV.)
Yesterday's church service was the last Sunday of Advent, and I've gotta say i'm a bit bummed i don't get to be a part of the "grand finale"- the Christmas service, the lighting of the center white candle, the celebration that 4 weeks of expectation has lead up to... because i know that the celebration at Living Water will more than live up to the "grand" part of the "finale" label. *smile* but, cindy and i are driving home to indiana Saturday morning.
I have to actually eat my lunch now. (i've got 16 minutes left of my lunch hour.) although i'd like to write more, i need to eat.
besides, wouldn't want to overload you all after such a long absence.
Monday, December 19
Friday, December 16
took me long enough...
More than a month. i apologize to the thronging masses that have been left desolate and disillusioned by my blogging absence. Yeah, whatever.
So- Lis wants to know what prompted the accolade that comprised the last blog entry... i have no idea anymore. *grin* just kidding. that was written in the final moments of my working day on that Friday, when i was supposed to leave at 11, then at noon, and i don't even know what time it was when i finally left. cindy had busted her tush getting the car packed at home without me, and despite her own frustrations had managed to come downtown to pick me up to head to Indiana and brought me lunch as well. the whole day just reminded me of how blessed i am to have a sister who is also a great friend.
We were going to Indiana on the day in question (Friday, Nov 11, 2005) because that was my grandparent's 60th wedding anniversary. yes, sixty. amazing. Saturday the family planned and executed a big bash. A lot of out-of state family (literally from both coasts, come to think of it) were able to come, and Lloyd and Gladys Leinbach had all 4 of their children, 6/8 of their grandchildren, and 5/5 of their great-grandchildren (with 2 more in-womb) on hand to celebrate. They were each heard to say more than once "Just LOOK what we started 60 years ago!" I have been deeply blessed to know my grandparents as an adult, and being away from them was, and is, one of the harder aspects of moving to Chicago.
In honor of their 60th, i re-wrote the lyrics to just about every Sound of Music song to tell about their life, and i was joined in singing it for the family dinner that Saturday night by my mother, my aunt Dove, and my cousin Nikki. we did OK considering that we practised *once*- about 30 minutes before performing.
the very next weekend, cindy and dana and i welcomed 4 women and a baby into our home! 3 of cindy's college friends came up from Indy area (mostly) and one of them brought her 4 month-old son as well as her younger sister. somehow, we crammed chicago-style pizza, the Sears tower, the Art Institute, Chicago-style vienna beef dogs and polish sausages, cheesecake, Millenium park, the El, the subway, the bus, an Ethiopian dinner, and a sprained ankle into approximately 42 hours. whew! it was a blast! (exhausting, but a definate blast!)
So, the next weekend was Thanksgiving. and cindy and i drove home to Indiana (of course), leaving our place in Chicago at 4:30 a.m. (NOT of course...), and enjoyed the much more laid back family atmosphere (after the 60th celebration, quiet was good.) we had wonderful food and wonderful company, and we met our aunt and uncle's new dog, Rusty. a beautiful "mutt" (i can't remember what the mixes are in him), he has beautiful markings and a great demeanor. He was wonderful around the little kids. oh, wait, you know what- we met Rusty the weekend of the 60th... getting things all messed up...
well, i gotta run, ride's here. i'll go ahead and post this much, and finish catchin' ya'll up later!
So- Lis wants to know what prompted the accolade that comprised the last blog entry... i have no idea anymore. *grin* just kidding. that was written in the final moments of my working day on that Friday, when i was supposed to leave at 11, then at noon, and i don't even know what time it was when i finally left. cindy had busted her tush getting the car packed at home without me, and despite her own frustrations had managed to come downtown to pick me up to head to Indiana and brought me lunch as well. the whole day just reminded me of how blessed i am to have a sister who is also a great friend.
We were going to Indiana on the day in question (Friday, Nov 11, 2005) because that was my grandparent's 60th wedding anniversary. yes, sixty. amazing. Saturday the family planned and executed a big bash. A lot of out-of state family (literally from both coasts, come to think of it) were able to come, and Lloyd and Gladys Leinbach had all 4 of their children, 6/8 of their grandchildren, and 5/5 of their great-grandchildren (with 2 more in-womb) on hand to celebrate. They were each heard to say more than once "Just LOOK what we started 60 years ago!" I have been deeply blessed to know my grandparents as an adult, and being away from them was, and is, one of the harder aspects of moving to Chicago.
In honor of their 60th, i re-wrote the lyrics to just about every Sound of Music song to tell about their life, and i was joined in singing it for the family dinner that Saturday night by my mother, my aunt Dove, and my cousin Nikki. we did OK considering that we practised *once*- about 30 minutes before performing.
the very next weekend, cindy and dana and i welcomed 4 women and a baby into our home! 3 of cindy's college friends came up from Indy area (mostly) and one of them brought her 4 month-old son as well as her younger sister. somehow, we crammed chicago-style pizza, the Sears tower, the Art Institute, Chicago-style vienna beef dogs and polish sausages, cheesecake, Millenium park, the El, the subway, the bus, an Ethiopian dinner, and a sprained ankle into approximately 42 hours. whew! it was a blast! (exhausting, but a definate blast!)
So, the next weekend was Thanksgiving. and cindy and i drove home to Indiana (of course), leaving our place in Chicago at 4:30 a.m. (NOT of course...), and enjoyed the much more laid back family atmosphere (after the 60th celebration, quiet was good.) we had wonderful food and wonderful company, and we met our aunt and uncle's new dog, Rusty. a beautiful "mutt" (i can't remember what the mixes are in him), he has beautiful markings and a great demeanor. He was wonderful around the little kids. oh, wait, you know what- we met Rusty the weekend of the 60th... getting things all messed up...
well, i gotta run, ride's here. i'll go ahead and post this much, and finish catchin' ya'll up later!
Friday, November 11
accolade
my sister is the best sister in the whole entire world.
quite possibly the whole entire universe.
and if you don't believe me i will come and convince you.
just let me know when and where.
quite possibly the whole entire universe.
and if you don't believe me i will come and convince you.
just let me know when and where.
Wednesday, November 9
Not Enough Time
That's the theme of my life this week. I am stressed about getting things done I need to in the time given by working extra hours to make up for leaving early this Friday to go home to Indiana to attend and participate in the 60th wedding anniversary celebration for my grandparents. And I have to clean for people from church coming for a small group meeting. And I have to find my old journals because some of what I want to use for the "musical entertainment" I'm providing for the 60th anniversary celebration is in the journals, and I haven't been able to find them. Not to mention that I haven't finished writing the rest of the musical entertainment, let alone typed it up for my fellow (good-sport) family members to help me sing. And I need to do laundry before I go home, or I'll not have anything to wear under my pants tomorrow. Not enough time.
And then today I look up info on a woman who was violently killed blocks away from my church, but whose story I hadn't heard, as I do not read or watch the news. And I spent all my lunch hour (which was supposed to be for lyrics) reading about this incredible woman and her incredible son, and the man who was husband and father and now murderer of them. I printed stories out; I don't like reading off the computer screen. PAGES and PAGES of tributes to this woman, and to her adult son who was seriously wounded. I still haven't read them all. I googled the story in the first place- typed in: Bonnie Jones Chicago. After the usual news sources, I went to the other hits. And was distressed to find three separate web pages dedicated to "protecting your 2nd amendment rights" using the story of this 65-yr old teacher and her 30+ yr old fiddle-playing son as prime examples that Chicago should allow concealed weapons/hand guns/uzis and how incredibly stupid everyone is for not seeing this.
There is so much hate, insanity, unhappiness, mental anguish in this world. I would weep for it, except that I would be weeping every minute of every day. This past week I have seen little tiny things, even in myself and those in my immediate circle, evidence of this diseasing evil destroying the world.
How can I face all the hateful people? How can I bring healing opportunities for the mentally anguished? I cannot. And so the thought occurred to me as I was prompted to write this: I should be lamenting that I don't have enough time to tell another person about the peace, the calm, the healing, the clarity, the health, that is Christ Jesus. I should be upset that my day is so full I can't spend time showing God's gospel to anyone and everyone I meet. I will never have enough time to offer the Good News to all of the hateful, hurting, lost people I am surrounded by 24/7.
Not enough time. Maybe. Maybe not.
(now I've gone ten minutes long at lunch. Which means I'll have to stay ten minutes later. Which means I will have ten fewer minutes to get my house ready for small group tonight. And I haven't bought snacks yet, either. And I forgot to cash the check that was going to pay for the snacks. And my boss is probably wondering why I'm typing an email instead of these faxes he left on my desk before lunch. And I didn't change my bandaging on my finger at lunch like I was supposed to...)
Wednesday, November 2
regarding the video below...
click on the actual picture on the right-hand side, not on the text that says "click here to watch". (Not only will you see the cake in this video, you'll see someone you know...)
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Tuesday, November 1
here are the grainy blurry pictures.
apparently, can't send pictures in an email to
post... hmm. anyway, also can't figure out why half of the emailed post isn't in Arial, which is what it was supposed to be. hmm. gonna have to learn more about this.so, here are the grainy and blurry pictures. along with a pic or two of the 1.75 million people at the ticker tape parade last friday. They are from Channel 2 news website mostly. i haven't developed my film yet.
Trophy Hunting, my style
So, my job does occasionally have perks.
For instance, last Friday, my boss was kind enough to allow me to leave for 2 hours over lunch time so that I could walk five blocks and join 1.75 million other people cheering for the World Champion White Sox.
And this morning, quite by accident, my job took me into the presence of the World Series (and American League) Championship Trophy.
(all together now: oooooooh... aaaaahhhhhh.)
I had to deliver an MBE application to City Hall when they opened at 8:30 a.m. It meant I had to get to work about 30 minutes earlier than normal. I wasn't too unhappy, tho- it was a beautiful morning and since the sun goes down at 4:00 p.m. now (THANK YOU VERY MUCH DAYLIGHT SAVINGS), I was very much enjoying the only sunlight I was going to be able to really experience.
So I walk into City Hall with my box (yes, BOX) full of documents for this application, when what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a giant cheesecake and 8 kegs of beer!
Okay, no beer, just checking to see which of you is still with me. There WAS cheesecake, b
Thursday, October 27
What color are *your* socks today?
Weeeeeeeee are the Champions!!!!
Can I just say that I really wanted to wear my Sox cap to work today? Not quite appropriate for an architectural firm, tho.
I am very excited to say that not only did the World Series *come* to Chicago, Chicago showed up and conquered the World Series. In a sweep, no less. GO SOX. The compassionate part of me was really hoping for the Astros to win just one game... but, hey, I'm not really too upset. In fact, I'm pretty stoked.
I am also glad in a way that they won in Houston and not Chicago. Not that I don't think longingly of what it would have sounded like at the Cell when that last out was called and the stadium erupted and the fireworks went off. BUT, I don't' think longingly of the hundred thousand or so (mostly drunk) Sox fans all crowded in a small geographical space on the south side. I was also a little glad that the weather here in Chi-town when that last out was called was downright dreary: cold and rainy. Not very conducive to large groups of people hitting the streets. (Not even drunk people.)
So, just wanted to post to let you all know I'm alive and kicking.
And so are the Sox.
Friday, October 21
isn't it cool!
...that I can track my friend Deb's progress as she crosses the country from Seattle to Chicago in practically real time? Right now (well, 3 minutes ago) she was traveling at 449 knots at 28,500 feet. And just crossing into Illinois out of Iowa. That's roughly 516 mph for those of us not used to knots being anything other than what you get in shoelaces.
Ten minutes ago she was traveling 459 knots at 29,000 feet. Hmmm... I think they're getting ready to land... so, I need to leave work now, and go meet her at O'Hare. We are taking the train, because who in their right mind would want to drive to O'Hare at 5 p.m. on a Friday? Not me. And I'm not even always in my right mind.
Later guys! I'm off to get Deb!!! (I haven't seen her in years... literally. Can't really remember last time...)
-mle
Wednesday, October 19
And it's official:
The World Series is coming to Chicago.
Still sounds very very strange to say.
And i'm not even a Chicago native.
I am so stinking excited. Go Sox.
(and thanks to my dad, i can say that i've seen the American League Champions play, and win.)
(i'm hoping to be able to say that i've seen the World Champions play...)
i tried to upload a pic, but i'm on my roommie's computer and blogger is behaving slightly different than it does on my pc... (she has a mac)... and although it lets me go through all the motions and tells me it uploaded, nothing happens. sorry. just imagine a picture of lots of very happy White Sox players slamming into each other in joyful hugs... yeah, you've got it.
Still sounds very very strange to say.
And i'm not even a Chicago native.
I am so stinking excited. Go Sox.
(and thanks to my dad, i can say that i've seen the American League Champions play, and win.)
(i'm hoping to be able to say that i've seen the World Champions play...)
i tried to upload a pic, but i'm on my roommie's computer and blogger is behaving slightly different than it does on my pc... (she has a mac)... and although it lets me go through all the motions and tells me it uploaded, nothing happens. sorry. just imagine a picture of lots of very happy White Sox players slamming into each other in joyful hugs... yeah, you've got it.
Wednesday, October 12
Going Down?
So i've been speding more time in elevators since moving to chicago and working on the 6th floor of a building in the loop. and this is what i want to know:
why do people push buttons that are already lit up?
three times in the last 25 hours, i have been on the elevator going down, and someone joins me at one of the floors between 6 and 1, which is the lobby/ground floor. each one of those three people got in, turned to face the panel of buttons, looked at the single lone button that was lit, saw that it was number "1" and proceded to push it anyway.
why? i don't understand this need. (maybe it's just coincidence, and i will pay greater attention from now one, but each of the three people just mentioned were men. i will keep you posted (no pun intended) on whether women do it too.)
why do people push buttons that are already lit up?
three times in the last 25 hours, i have been on the elevator going down, and someone joins me at one of the floors between 6 and 1, which is the lobby/ground floor. each one of those three people got in, turned to face the panel of buttons, looked at the single lone button that was lit, saw that it was number "1" and proceded to push it anyway.
why? i don't understand this need. (maybe it's just coincidence, and i will pay greater attention from now one, but each of the three people just mentioned were men. i will keep you posted (no pun intended) on whether women do it too.)
Tuesday, October 11
October weather
I'm so glad it's colder. *sigh of contentment*
i believe i will now go take a walk for the rest of my lunch time.
oh, wait- i haven't actually eaten yet. i guess i will take my lunch with me on my walk...
i believe i will now go take a walk for the rest of my lunch time.
oh, wait- i haven't actually eaten yet. i guess i will take my lunch with me on my walk...
Monday, October 10
what a difference a year makes...
Well, okay, two years. technically. but to Cubs fans, the two years since the "almost" World Series appearance must seem like just a blink of the eye... compared to the 95 year wait they endured before that... 
My point though isn't really about the Cubs. It's about the city of Chicago. and what a difference 24 months can make... like a big pendulum, this city, swinging from one extreme to the other. Ain't it fun?
I personally hope for a better ending to this NL Conference series than two years ago in the AL.(Above: 2003 Cubs celebrate after beating the Braves for the ALDS title... only to crash and burn in the 7th game of the ALCS.)
(Left: 2005 White Sox celebrate after sweeping the defending World Series champs Friday night in Boston. Now they have the chance to break their own curse... or to fortify the myth of cursed Chicago teams even more...)
Friday, September 30
i have nothing to say...
...but lissa tells me i should aim for one post per week... so i thought while i had a moment free at lunch i'd create a new post... isn't this exciting?
i guess i could talk about how excited i am that it's getting colder... that i was thrilled when i had to get out a bedcover warmer than a sheet last night... that i was positively exuberant to have to dig out my black leather jacket before leaving for work yesterday...
i love autumn. quite possibly my favorite season. very near to zero humidity. nice brisk breezes. trees of blazing colors. the smell and sounds of the leaves as they drop to the earth. the satisfying crunch of piles of brittle brown leaves on the sidewalks.
of course, there is the minor inconvenience of allergies... sigh. no season is perfect.
take summer, for instance. sure, great sun, great sand, great bar-b-ques, great amounts of daylight, but the midwest humidity often makes it oppressive to actually take advantage of any of it...
and spring. the promise and excitement of new life, watching the tulips push their way up through the thawing soil, the tantalizing (sp?) wisps of warm air in the breezes... and all that RAIN. man. often with very respectable wind forces. and days of gray overcast skies. dreary.
and then there's winter. beautiful white wonderlands, until the grime of modern life accumulates all over the fresh snow... sure there's winter activities... ice skating (i wobble around like a new-born horse), snowmobiling (except you have to actually have a snowmobile and miles of good trails), down hill skiing (sure, if you can afford to fly out to real mountains, cuz heaven know the things they call mountains in the midwest, ain't), and cross-country skiing (did it once. survived. got a real work out climbing up slopes on my hands and knees...)
the thing about winter, is that it's best enjoyed in God's natural country... winter in cities is just mushy, dirty, sloppy, and long. when good snow does comes, it means digging your car out from under the 8 foot snow plow drift. the icy conditions that dominate in the midwest (cuz it can't seem to stay cold enough to snow, but loves to sleet and rain in February) just mean that you risk your life every time you venture out into the streets where other people (stupider than you) get behind the wheel and think they can drive like they do in July. and there is so little sunlight... i end up spending all my daylight hours inside, at work.
but if you could spend winter out in the "wilds"... then the work you'd end up doing would be outdoors, and with proper protective clothing that's ok, cuz then you get the sunlight. and the white trails through dark green pine forests... and frozen ponds/lakes... and icicles the size of broadswords...
anyway, autumn is just good all around, city and country.
except for the allergies thing. sigh. no season is perfect.
i guess i could talk about how excited i am that it's getting colder... that i was thrilled when i had to get out a bedcover warmer than a sheet last night... that i was positively exuberant to have to dig out my black leather jacket before leaving for work yesterday...
i love autumn. quite possibly my favorite season. very near to zero humidity. nice brisk breezes. trees of blazing colors. the smell and sounds of the leaves as they drop to the earth. the satisfying crunch of piles of brittle brown leaves on the sidewalks.
of course, there is the minor inconvenience of allergies... sigh. no season is perfect.
take summer, for instance. sure, great sun, great sand, great bar-b-ques, great amounts of daylight, but the midwest humidity often makes it oppressive to actually take advantage of any of it...
and spring. the promise and excitement of new life, watching the tulips push their way up through the thawing soil, the tantalizing (sp?) wisps of warm air in the breezes... and all that RAIN. man. often with very respectable wind forces. and days of gray overcast skies. dreary.
and then there's winter. beautiful white wonderlands, until the grime of modern life accumulates all over the fresh snow... sure there's winter activities... ice skating (i wobble around like a new-born horse), snowmobiling (except you have to actually have a snowmobile and miles of good trails), down hill skiing (sure, if you can afford to fly out to real mountains, cuz heaven know the things they call mountains in the midwest, ain't), and cross-country skiing (did it once. survived. got a real work out climbing up slopes on my hands and knees...)
the thing about winter, is that it's best enjoyed in God's natural country... winter in cities is just mushy, dirty, sloppy, and long. when good snow does comes, it means digging your car out from under the 8 foot snow plow drift. the icy conditions that dominate in the midwest (cuz it can't seem to stay cold enough to snow, but loves to sleet and rain in February) just mean that you risk your life every time you venture out into the streets where other people (stupider than you) get behind the wheel and think they can drive like they do in July. and there is so little sunlight... i end up spending all my daylight hours inside, at work.
but if you could spend winter out in the "wilds"... then the work you'd end up doing would be outdoors, and with proper protective clothing that's ok, cuz then you get the sunlight. and the white trails through dark green pine forests... and frozen ponds/lakes... and icicles the size of broadswords...
anyway, autumn is just good all around, city and country.
except for the allergies thing. sigh. no season is perfect.
Wednesday, September 21
insidious insinuation
sometimes satan creeps into your every day life so slowly, you don't notice...
like that story about how to cook frogs alive- put them in cold water on the stove and turn on the burner. the frogs don't jump out because the temperature change is gradual and they don't realize they're being boiled alive...
and so, over the last 4 weeks, satan used these recent trips into the fiery resort town of burning lakes to slowly boil me.
i didn't realize until yesterday that my whole mindset/attitude had been so consumed by negativity and so affected by lack of consistent medication. i've been juggling my two meds, you see, to try and make what i have last long enough to get more on insurance. so, i'll take the two meds on alternating days, instead of both once a day as prescribed. (for those of you who don't know, i take zoloft and wellbutrin, both anti-depressant meds.) any doctor will tell you that taking them this way is not the best way to do things. but i didn't see as how i really had any other choice.
so, as the days passed by and health insurance wasn't forthcoming, i watched the pills in my med bottles dwindle away. and me and my sister both were focused on "getting more meds before i run out". what i forgot was that (even though i was still taking some meds every day) i was already operating on a less than therapeutic level. which means, my body and mind are going to start feeling effects. not as bad as if i had no meds, but still, i was putting my system on a chemical see-saw.
i also didn't fully realize how fixated my mind had become on the whole insurance thing. the needing it, getting it, but not being enrolled when i was told, then being enrolled, but with incorrect info so that i wasn't really enrolled at all, then with being enrolled correctly but with the old info showing up and messing everything up, then getting that sorted out only to hear that my prescriptions weren't in the walgreen's system, and then that my hard-fought insurance wasn't going to cover one, oh, wait it does but only with doctor's pre-authorization... anyway, i'd become rather preoccupied with it.
(just a brief digression: what's up with needing a doctor's pre-authorization before filling a prescription??? what's the actual prescription for then????)
SO- yesterday what could have been a minor conflict at work about taking a late lunch turned into much more than i realized, even at the time. it turned into a much bigger conflict about expectations and appearances and control. and it turned into a release, emotionally and mentally, as i voiced my frustrations and decided to just accept whatever management decided and learn to adjust my expectations of the people i work for and the position i hold. i ended up feeling much better.
and i ended up feeling a great cloud and weight of oppression leaving me the rest of the afternoon as i realized the things that i just now wrote about. i also allowed myself to recognize that i had made mistakes and that was ok. life goes on, and i can't worry about what can't be changed or about what my boss may or may not think of me. i am not here for the president of the firm, i am here for God.
I also felt better to consciously admit to myself, that No, I don't like this job. I don't look forward to coming in every morning. i don't leave with a feeling of satisfaction usually. i don't get to create anything. i would prefer to not be doing this job. i don't really enjoy being an adminstrative assistant. and that's ok. i don't have to like it. i just have to make the decision to do it, do it well, and find ways to make what i do important to me. it pays my bills. it provides my creature comforts. my life does not need to revolve around my job. it should revolve around my God, and so since my job doesn't allow for the creativity, the teaching, the exploration, the joy of discovery, of working with kids, of Christian fellowship and discipling- well, then i'll need to be more purposeful about finding those things in other places in my life.
so, i've officially left the Hades Hilton. thank you very much to the bell boy with little red horns who kept trying to take my baggage for me, but i believe i'll be heading to cooler waters and loftier horizons.
I lift my eyes up to the mountains, and that's where my help comes from.
Pouring down the mighty slopes in the cool refreshing waters of Life.
Plunge in. Guaranteed by the blood of Jesus not to boil you alive.
like that story about how to cook frogs alive- put them in cold water on the stove and turn on the burner. the frogs don't jump out because the temperature change is gradual and they don't realize they're being boiled alive...
and so, over the last 4 weeks, satan used these recent trips into the fiery resort town of burning lakes to slowly boil me.
i didn't realize until yesterday that my whole mindset/attitude had been so consumed by negativity and so affected by lack of consistent medication. i've been juggling my two meds, you see, to try and make what i have last long enough to get more on insurance. so, i'll take the two meds on alternating days, instead of both once a day as prescribed. (for those of you who don't know, i take zoloft and wellbutrin, both anti-depressant meds.) any doctor will tell you that taking them this way is not the best way to do things. but i didn't see as how i really had any other choice.
so, as the days passed by and health insurance wasn't forthcoming, i watched the pills in my med bottles dwindle away. and me and my sister both were focused on "getting more meds before i run out". what i forgot was that (even though i was still taking some meds every day) i was already operating on a less than therapeutic level. which means, my body and mind are going to start feeling effects. not as bad as if i had no meds, but still, i was putting my system on a chemical see-saw.
i also didn't fully realize how fixated my mind had become on the whole insurance thing. the needing it, getting it, but not being enrolled when i was told, then being enrolled, but with incorrect info so that i wasn't really enrolled at all, then with being enrolled correctly but with the old info showing up and messing everything up, then getting that sorted out only to hear that my prescriptions weren't in the walgreen's system, and then that my hard-fought insurance wasn't going to cover one, oh, wait it does but only with doctor's pre-authorization... anyway, i'd become rather preoccupied with it.
(just a brief digression: what's up with needing a doctor's pre-authorization before filling a prescription??? what's the actual prescription for then????)
SO- yesterday what could have been a minor conflict at work about taking a late lunch turned into much more than i realized, even at the time. it turned into a much bigger conflict about expectations and appearances and control. and it turned into a release, emotionally and mentally, as i voiced my frustrations and decided to just accept whatever management decided and learn to adjust my expectations of the people i work for and the position i hold. i ended up feeling much better.
and i ended up feeling a great cloud and weight of oppression leaving me the rest of the afternoon as i realized the things that i just now wrote about. i also allowed myself to recognize that i had made mistakes and that was ok. life goes on, and i can't worry about what can't be changed or about what my boss may or may not think of me. i am not here for the president of the firm, i am here for God.
I also felt better to consciously admit to myself, that No, I don't like this job. I don't look forward to coming in every morning. i don't leave with a feeling of satisfaction usually. i don't get to create anything. i would prefer to not be doing this job. i don't really enjoy being an adminstrative assistant. and that's ok. i don't have to like it. i just have to make the decision to do it, do it well, and find ways to make what i do important to me. it pays my bills. it provides my creature comforts. my life does not need to revolve around my job. it should revolve around my God, and so since my job doesn't allow for the creativity, the teaching, the exploration, the joy of discovery, of working with kids, of Christian fellowship and discipling- well, then i'll need to be more purposeful about finding those things in other places in my life.
so, i've officially left the Hades Hilton. thank you very much to the bell boy with little red horns who kept trying to take my baggage for me, but i believe i'll be heading to cooler waters and loftier horizons.
I lift my eyes up to the mountains, and that's where my help comes from.
Pouring down the mighty slopes in the cool refreshing waters of Life.
Plunge in. Guaranteed by the blood of Jesus not to boil you alive.
Monday, September 19
you can check out any time you want...
...but you can never leave the Hotel Hades Hilton.
Yes, i have spent far too much time in the last two weeks trying to escape the vortex of medical and pharmacy benefits that was slowly pulling me into the fiery mire...
Did i get my prescriptions? well, yes, and no.
When i stopped in on Friday afternoon (sept 9) to pick up the Rx's at walgreens, the pharmacist with whom i had spoken in trying to get the rx's transferred was there, and i thanked her for going the extra mile in calling the mail order pharmacy multiple times. she informed me that the number that i finally gave her (after hearing the mail order pharmacist (very begrudgingly) say "yes if you are an express scripts customer then this is the number for a pharmacy to call to transfer your prescriptions") still wasn't the right number. She laughed though, and said: they gave me another number and that worked and it's ok, don't worry about it, it's my job to help you.
That woman is SO getting a Christmas card. so is the pharmacy tech named nick. he spent the next 65 minutes (yes, more than an hour) trying to get the insurance to work so he could give me my meds... Yes, ladies and gentlemen, despite everything hellish up til then, the trip around the molten amusement park was not yet over! When he ran the insurance, it came up that i did not have coverage. he carefully entered all the info from my insurance card again, and still the same: person was terminated.
there i was, friday afternoon, 2:00, trying to quickly pick up my scripts so my sister and i can get back in the car and drive to wisconsin dells for a week's vacation with my cousins and their adorable two daughters... and i'm calling the customer service number on the back of the card, trying to punch through 5 (count 'em FIVE) automated menus and finally getting the pharmacy company that my health care company contracts to do the drug part. his name was rick. yes, rick and nick. and if i knew how to, rick in florida would be getting a Christmas card, too. the man was unbelieveable, and when he finally conceded defeat 47 minutes later, his comment was "i've never been able to not fix something... this is a first, and i'm so sorry."
so we walked out without the meds. (of course i could have paid cash and submitted claims later- but i hardly had enough for vacation to begin with, let alone $369 for the meds at retail...) and i called my company's benefits administrator and asked him to please call the health care person and get things RIGHT. i was going to go to the walgreens in wisconsin dells, and the insurance really really needs to work.
man, i gotta leave- cindy will kill me for not leaving right at 5:30... but i wanted to let you all know i was in fact still alive... and, i think, finally on the way OUT of the Hades Hilton resort... more later.
Yes, i have spent far too much time in the last two weeks trying to escape the vortex of medical and pharmacy benefits that was slowly pulling me into the fiery mire...
Did i get my prescriptions? well, yes, and no.
When i stopped in on Friday afternoon (sept 9) to pick up the Rx's at walgreens, the pharmacist with whom i had spoken in trying to get the rx's transferred was there, and i thanked her for going the extra mile in calling the mail order pharmacy multiple times. she informed me that the number that i finally gave her (after hearing the mail order pharmacist (very begrudgingly) say "yes if you are an express scripts customer then this is the number for a pharmacy to call to transfer your prescriptions") still wasn't the right number. She laughed though, and said: they gave me another number and that worked and it's ok, don't worry about it, it's my job to help you.
That woman is SO getting a Christmas card. so is the pharmacy tech named nick. he spent the next 65 minutes (yes, more than an hour) trying to get the insurance to work so he could give me my meds... Yes, ladies and gentlemen, despite everything hellish up til then, the trip around the molten amusement park was not yet over! When he ran the insurance, it came up that i did not have coverage. he carefully entered all the info from my insurance card again, and still the same: person was terminated.
there i was, friday afternoon, 2:00, trying to quickly pick up my scripts so my sister and i can get back in the car and drive to wisconsin dells for a week's vacation with my cousins and their adorable two daughters... and i'm calling the customer service number on the back of the card, trying to punch through 5 (count 'em FIVE) automated menus and finally getting the pharmacy company that my health care company contracts to do the drug part. his name was rick. yes, rick and nick. and if i knew how to, rick in florida would be getting a Christmas card, too. the man was unbelieveable, and when he finally conceded defeat 47 minutes later, his comment was "i've never been able to not fix something... this is a first, and i'm so sorry."
so we walked out without the meds. (of course i could have paid cash and submitted claims later- but i hardly had enough for vacation to begin with, let alone $369 for the meds at retail...) and i called my company's benefits administrator and asked him to please call the health care person and get things RIGHT. i was going to go to the walgreens in wisconsin dells, and the insurance really really needs to work.
man, i gotta leave- cindy will kill me for not leaving right at 5:30... but i wanted to let you all know i was in fact still alive... and, i think, finally on the way OUT of the Hades Hilton resort... more later.
Wednesday, September 7
Just a word about my (former) mail order pharmacy
And the word is: evil.
as in, straight from the mouth of the big molten lake "you can check in any time you want but you can never leave" resort town of Hades, evil.
In the interest of non-slander, i will not name the said mail order pharmacy. i used it quite happily for 2 years until leaving my last job for the big wide world of my Future. every 3 months, i got more of my anti-depression meds in the mail, and this made me, and those living with me, very happy.
Then, i moved. and lost my insurance. before i did both those things, i refilled both meds, lamenting over the fact that my prescriptions both had 2 refills- two three-month supply refills. but hey, i can just transfer those prescriptions, right?
Apparently, only after having jumped through more hoops than Scarlet O'Hara ever wore and only after visiting the aforementioned resort town with the burning lakes...
Since Friday have been trying. My chosen new real-in-person pharmacist has been trying. I have called the number on the empty bottles 4 times. i have gotten 4 different answers. after each of those answers, i call more numbers, or (after the first two times) gave a new number to my new pharmacist to call. (whereafter, after three days, my pharmacist called me back and say that this number wasn't getting them anywhere and they had already called 3 times and been on hold and been transferred twice, and could i maybe check on if this is the right number?)
so, i got smart. i decided i would call all the numbers before giving them to my new real-in-person pharmacy, until i found a person on the other end that said "yes, if your pharmacy calls here, i can transfer your Rx's to them."
Again, apparently only after the burning lakes of molten rock freeze over.
So, my rant isn't just about my specific mail order pharmacy, it's more about the state of cutomer service in general. as more and more companies/services program more and more automated calling guides and set up more and more humongous centralized actual people-work-here calling centers in faraway places that now require a trip through india in order to get to the ember-raining shorelines of sulfur, are we (the consumer) left with no recourse but to hitch up our fire-repellant britches, pull down our space-shuttle-rated ceramic tile safety glasses and happily tromp along on our journey to the fiery resort town of burning lava and incinerating beaches?
And about my specific mail order pharmacy: if this last number doesn't work, you better watch out! my sista's gonna' go crazy on yo' - uh, rump... she don't wanna live with a non-medicated mle. capiche?!?! (i have no idea if that's spelled correctly, but the idea is, she'll go "GodFather" on you...)
From the lower levels of the (un-air-conditioned) Hades Hilton, yours fondly, mle
as in, straight from the mouth of the big molten lake "you can check in any time you want but you can never leave" resort town of Hades, evil.
In the interest of non-slander, i will not name the said mail order pharmacy. i used it quite happily for 2 years until leaving my last job for the big wide world of my Future. every 3 months, i got more of my anti-depression meds in the mail, and this made me, and those living with me, very happy.
Then, i moved. and lost my insurance. before i did both those things, i refilled both meds, lamenting over the fact that my prescriptions both had 2 refills- two three-month supply refills. but hey, i can just transfer those prescriptions, right?
Apparently, only after having jumped through more hoops than Scarlet O'Hara ever wore and only after visiting the aforementioned resort town with the burning lakes...
Since Friday have been trying. My chosen new real-in-person pharmacist has been trying. I have called the number on the empty bottles 4 times. i have gotten 4 different answers. after each of those answers, i call more numbers, or (after the first two times) gave a new number to my new pharmacist to call. (whereafter, after three days, my pharmacist called me back and say that this number wasn't getting them anywhere and they had already called 3 times and been on hold and been transferred twice, and could i maybe check on if this is the right number?)
so, i got smart. i decided i would call all the numbers before giving them to my new real-in-person pharmacy, until i found a person on the other end that said "yes, if your pharmacy calls here, i can transfer your Rx's to them."
Again, apparently only after the burning lakes of molten rock freeze over.
So, my rant isn't just about my specific mail order pharmacy, it's more about the state of cutomer service in general. as more and more companies/services program more and more automated calling guides and set up more and more humongous centralized actual people-work-here calling centers in faraway places that now require a trip through india in order to get to the ember-raining shorelines of sulfur, are we (the consumer) left with no recourse but to hitch up our fire-repellant britches, pull down our space-shuttle-rated ceramic tile safety glasses and happily tromp along on our journey to the fiery resort town of burning lava and incinerating beaches?
And about my specific mail order pharmacy: if this last number doesn't work, you better watch out! my sista's gonna' go crazy on yo' - uh, rump... she don't wanna live with a non-medicated mle. capiche?!?! (i have no idea if that's spelled correctly, but the idea is, she'll go "GodFather" on you...)
From the lower levels of the (un-air-conditioned) Hades Hilton, yours fondly, mle
Thursday, September 1
Missing
So, i've been missing in action. Since no one ever knew about this blog, i guess it's not a big deal. However, there is a humorous reason i've been MIA... i forgot where i had my blog!
Yes, i know that's silly, but i created it on a whim, and then forgot about it for a while in the hustle of moving and trying to find work... and when i did remember it, i couldn't remember anything about where i set it up...
and then two days ago, my dear friend melissa (in colorado, lucky woman) sends me a link to HER blog, and the current post starts with "The person i know who most needs a blog is [me]..." and towards the end says "so Blogger is free".
i tell her isn't it funny i have a blog but i don't know where but it's not blogger i don't think. and i go to sign up for a new blog with blogger. and get upset when the username and blog title i want to use are both taken... and i decide to go check and see who has this blog with my name on it and i go to www.leinbacker.blogspot.com and low and behold! it's me!!!
now, combine this with the vacation date snafu (please see the entry dated 8/31 in the blog www.mindfullofbedlam.blogspot.com for more info) and you have a very discombobulated mle. (and, yes, that is spelled correctly.)
I need to figure out how to add links to other blogs/sites so i don't have to write it out... but the point is, i think a bit of my brain is still missing...
Speaking of missing, there are a few other things i've been missing in my life. like my sanity. no, just kidding. but i AM missing good windows. never take for granted the good windows in your home. including the requisite screens and storm windows. windows are much more important in one's overall well-being than you might at first believe... this is especially true if one lives in the midwest (read: extreme hot/humid and cold weather extremes) and does not have central air/heating. like me.
my new apartment is wonderful in many respects. it is HUGE. 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, living room, dining room, family room, kitchen. duplex. exits on both floors. hardwood floors upstairs, carpet down. ceiling fans in many of the rooms. lots of windows, so lots of sunlight. great character and charm. fireplace (non-working, but good decor).
now, in the theme of things, some of the things my new apartment is MISSING: a dishwasher. a ceiling fan in the kitchen. a ceiling fan in my bedroom (only bedroom without one). central air/heating- it is an old building, like so many others in the area, and has radiator heat, and no AC. (that makes the missing ceiling fans a bigger deal.) and the most insidious missing thing? screens.
yes, window screens. when we looked at the place back in february, we asked, do all the windows open, and can we get screens for the ones that don't have any? we were told that any windows that we couldn't get open (from being painted shut) would be opened for us, and that "we can order you screens, sure".
when you come home and the place is hot and stuffy, maybe even smelly slightly musty, whaddya do? that's right, you open the windows...
i never thought i'd be so jealous of people's WINDOWS. i mean, i'll be riding the train and see an old apartment house and think, wow look at their nice new windows... with screens...
it's just, ya know, one shouldn't have to choose between getting a nice cool (or semi-arid but still moving air) breeze and keeping the spiders and mosquitoes out of the house...
i'm walking to the bus stop in the morning, and longingly gaze at the old brick building on the corner with it's new windows... and screens...
our living room windows are right over the building's dumpsters... now, this is not an odor issue at all, but it does increase the amount of BUGS that are in the vicinity, and therefore the number of spiders feasting on said bugs, and since it's a feast, they invite company and all get really fat... and then decide to move into the nice living room there just on the other side of the old rotting-wood window frame with all those gaps there that any decent bug can get through with no problems...
i'm reading a flier posted on a pole at the bus stop about a studio apartment for rent "with fantasic window wall view of lake" and i'm thinking, yeah, and i'll bet it has windows that seal and have screens...
Well, i'm just saying: appreciate your windows. let them know you care. wash them an extra time this year, just cuz you can. treat your screens with kindness and thank them for keeping the bugs out... come on people! don't take your windows for granted!
I'm also missing my cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, etc. extended family i don't get to see as much anymore. one reason why i'm looking so forward to my vacation, with two of my cousins and their two wonderful daughters.
and now, i missing work... lunch is over. see you all next time!
Yes, i know that's silly, but i created it on a whim, and then forgot about it for a while in the hustle of moving and trying to find work... and when i did remember it, i couldn't remember anything about where i set it up...
and then two days ago, my dear friend melissa (in colorado, lucky woman) sends me a link to HER blog, and the current post starts with "The person i know who most needs a blog is [me]..." and towards the end says "so Blogger is free".
i tell her isn't it funny i have a blog but i don't know where but it's not blogger i don't think. and i go to sign up for a new blog with blogger. and get upset when the username and blog title i want to use are both taken... and i decide to go check and see who has this blog with my name on it and i go to www.leinbacker.blogspot.com and low and behold! it's me!!!
now, combine this with the vacation date snafu (please see the entry dated 8/31 in the blog www.mindfullofbedlam.blogspot.com for more info) and you have a very discombobulated mle. (and, yes, that is spelled correctly.)
I need to figure out how to add links to other blogs/sites so i don't have to write it out... but the point is, i think a bit of my brain is still missing...
Speaking of missing, there are a few other things i've been missing in my life. like my sanity. no, just kidding. but i AM missing good windows. never take for granted the good windows in your home. including the requisite screens and storm windows. windows are much more important in one's overall well-being than you might at first believe... this is especially true if one lives in the midwest (read: extreme hot/humid and cold weather extremes) and does not have central air/heating. like me.
my new apartment is wonderful in many respects. it is HUGE. 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, living room, dining room, family room, kitchen. duplex. exits on both floors. hardwood floors upstairs, carpet down. ceiling fans in many of the rooms. lots of windows, so lots of sunlight. great character and charm. fireplace (non-working, but good decor).
now, in the theme of things, some of the things my new apartment is MISSING: a dishwasher. a ceiling fan in the kitchen. a ceiling fan in my bedroom (only bedroom without one). central air/heating- it is an old building, like so many others in the area, and has radiator heat, and no AC. (that makes the missing ceiling fans a bigger deal.) and the most insidious missing thing? screens.
yes, window screens. when we looked at the place back in february, we asked, do all the windows open, and can we get screens for the ones that don't have any? we were told that any windows that we couldn't get open (from being painted shut) would be opened for us, and that "we can order you screens, sure".
when you come home and the place is hot and stuffy, maybe even smelly slightly musty, whaddya do? that's right, you open the windows...
i never thought i'd be so jealous of people's WINDOWS. i mean, i'll be riding the train and see an old apartment house and think, wow look at their nice new windows... with screens...
it's just, ya know, one shouldn't have to choose between getting a nice cool (or semi-arid but still moving air) breeze and keeping the spiders and mosquitoes out of the house...
i'm walking to the bus stop in the morning, and longingly gaze at the old brick building on the corner with it's new windows... and screens...
our living room windows are right over the building's dumpsters... now, this is not an odor issue at all, but it does increase the amount of BUGS that are in the vicinity, and therefore the number of spiders feasting on said bugs, and since it's a feast, they invite company and all get really fat... and then decide to move into the nice living room there just on the other side of the old rotting-wood window frame with all those gaps there that any decent bug can get through with no problems...
i'm reading a flier posted on a pole at the bus stop about a studio apartment for rent "with fantasic window wall view of lake" and i'm thinking, yeah, and i'll bet it has windows that seal and have screens...
Well, i'm just saying: appreciate your windows. let them know you care. wash them an extra time this year, just cuz you can. treat your screens with kindness and thank them for keeping the bugs out... come on people! don't take your windows for granted!
I'm also missing my cousins, aunts, uncles, grandparents, etc. extended family i don't get to see as much anymore. one reason why i'm looking so forward to my vacation, with two of my cousins and their two wonderful daughters.
and now, i missing work... lunch is over. see you all next time!
Wednesday, March 30
And now I'm in Chicago...
Well, everyone, it's official: I live in Chicago.
And so does Cindy.
Our SCHTUFF has been moved up by many loving and wonderful friends and family.
Our keys and garage door openers for the house in Goshen have been turned in.
Our lease here started March 1, 2005 and we are doing the job search thing.
Our mail is being forwarded.
Our old phone number and other utilities disconnected this weekend.
Our mother has increased her prayer quota for our safety. *wink*
We live in Chicago.
Exciting. Unbelievable. And incredibly terrifying.
(Well, mostly exciting and unbelievable. terror occurs when the bank account is consulted, and/or I forget that GOD is really in control of this whole endeavor, and not me...)
I was going to insert our new address information here; however, i'm not sure how cindy would feel about "putting it out there for anyone to see." Cindy, or my mother and other assorted security-conscious friends... So....
If you have need of our new address and phone numbers, you may request that info via my email address. Any one of them. I will prolly just include it in the mass emailing i will be sending to annouce this blog. wow. i'm really thinking brilliantly here... long day. actually worked today. at a temp agency office. like, in their office to help them out. (and boy, do they need the help of a good secretary/receptionist.) there are two ladies in the office, both wonderful, and i am enjoying helping them out in their time of need. *smile* hopefully, this will lead to something else more permanent, and more lucrative.
As always, your prayers are needed and appreciated. I will try to update this once a week.
We'll see. *grin*
I love you all, and miss those of you i've left in Indiana.
And so does Cindy.
Our SCHTUFF has been moved up by many loving and wonderful friends and family.
Our keys and garage door openers for the house in Goshen have been turned in.
Our lease here started March 1, 2005 and we are doing the job search thing.
Our mail is being forwarded.
Our old phone number and other utilities disconnected this weekend.
Our mother has increased her prayer quota for our safety. *wink*
We live in Chicago.
Exciting. Unbelievable. And incredibly terrifying.
(Well, mostly exciting and unbelievable. terror occurs when the bank account is consulted, and/or I forget that GOD is really in control of this whole endeavor, and not me...)
I was going to insert our new address information here; however, i'm not sure how cindy would feel about "putting it out there for anyone to see." Cindy, or my mother and other assorted security-conscious friends... So....
If you have need of our new address and phone numbers, you may request that info via my email address. Any one of them. I will prolly just include it in the mass emailing i will be sending to annouce this blog. wow. i'm really thinking brilliantly here... long day. actually worked today. at a temp agency office. like, in their office to help them out. (and boy, do they need the help of a good secretary/receptionist.) there are two ladies in the office, both wonderful, and i am enjoying helping them out in their time of need. *smile* hopefully, this will lead to something else more permanent, and more lucrative.
As always, your prayers are needed and appreciated. I will try to update this once a week.
We'll see. *grin*
I love you all, and miss those of you i've left in Indiana.
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