Oh the trials...

During these weeks with mom post chemo, I have to say I'm faced with many hardships. Oh sure, some would say they are of an emotional type, seeing someone you love not feeling well and the scariness of what this all really means. I completely disagree. Oh that's tough, no doubt, but the trials I'm talking about are of a completely different kind. I'm a list girl, so I figure I'll make a quick list of the top five gems:

5. Hours of flipping through mindless television, afternoon programming is not what I once thought it was.
4. Being told "no", A LOT. How about some peaches? No. poptart? No. orange juice? No. frozen yogurt? Funny, but No.
3. Moving to the porch to sit because it's a change of scenery. It's the same view people, just different furniture.
2. M*A*S*H- Seriously, it's an oddly depressing yet weirdly funny show, and it's on ALL afternoon long. Mom loves it.
1. Campbell's Bean and Bacon Soup. The stuff is orange, and I'm surprised every single time mom thinks it might just be the one thing she can get down. GROSS.

Genius Kitteh, Reads Upside Down

I'm a hero!

When choosing between personal desires and the right thing to do, I chose the right thing to do.
When faced with discomfort and slight hysteria, I persevered.
When what I really wanted to do was scream like a little girl, I kept my focus.
When the easy road was a life of captivity and darkness, I chose to give freedom.

I saved a life today. The lizard is no longer trapped in the garage, but once again tasting the sweetness of the great outdoors.

New low....

This morning I made an appointment to get my oil changed. (This is not the low, by the way). Yes, I prefer making an appointment. I don't have to drive over that giant hole in the ground which I DID see a terrible clip from America's Funniest Home videos of someone completley driving into the hole. My fear has been validated.

So the low is this: I asked if Saturn has wireless internet. I will now get to enjoy feasting on free coffee and doughnuts while working ever so diligently on school work. I'd say that's a step in the right direction for technology!

Scheduling Kitteh

I think I can squeeze you in....Monday say 6:00-6:30??

Fun conversation.....

Disclaimer: company name is Blast-it-All

Me: Dialing number.
Them:(monotone voice answers) Good afternoon, Blast-it-All
Me: AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Them: silence
Me: Oh, um yes, this is Cindy with ______ I'm calling to place an order.
Them: silence
Me: (soft chuckling) Don't you ever chuckle that you get to say "Good afternoon blast-it-all" when you answer the phone???
Them: (unamused grunt)
Me: Right, ok I'd like to order......

Grandma burn # 283

Mom: I think we need to play some cards.

Cindy: Oh let me sleep for just a bit. I need some extra energy so I can beat you guys.

Grandma: It's gonna take more than energy.

Ohhhhh Grandma!!!

marriage, men and game

So here we all sat yesterday, enjoying our afternoon. The "we" there is the sweet blessing of three generations of women under one roof supporting my mom as she goes through this crummy week and encouraging her to know that there are bright days ahead. This blessing of female solidarity is NOT what I'm writing about. Instead, I would like to tell a little story about what took place in the afternoon. I sat at my computer, playing around checking email and the like when I noticed that my Grandma was talking with my Grandpa on the phone and my mom was video chatting with my dad. Both my mom and my grandma were talking with their men. Now granted they are both married and have been for a total of something like eight-five years combined. Of course they would be talking with their fellas, but I have to admit....I was a little annoyed. Why is it that marriage seems to be the ultimate reward in life for women. If you're godly enough, keep a good enough house, have just enough spunk mixed with enough holly homemaker tendencies that you'll land yourself a man and enter into the sacred hall of marriagedom with all the other godly, holly homemaker types who have also achieved this ultimate victory. I started filtering through the possibilities of men I know, wondering if any are truly marriage material, wondering if any are interested in me, wondering if I'll be granted this sort of extreme privilege of matrimony someday.

I wish I could say this post will end with sharing about the blessings of the single life and how I'm patiently waiting and wanting the life that God has intended for me, but alas it does not. I do seek the life that God would want for me, and I am trying desperately to wait patiently if God has a fella in mind that He would like for me to love and honor and respect all the days of my life. Until then, however, I simply sit here at my computer writing a post about how my mom and grandma both have more game than I do!