if this is the month. I don't know. My libido was really high the week following my period. I decided, you know, who the hell cares? Let's boogie! I mean, I needed to just boogie for a change and forget about that damn egg. So, we took advantage of those days 6, 8, and 10. No, those aren't the famous midpoint days, but I have to tell you, I'm at day 13 and not the least bit needy-- at least not like I was a few days ago. As soon as I hit day 11 it was all over. I'm not saying I couldn't, but I'm not as you know, like I was a few days ago. So we're leaving town for the holidays, as usual, when this time of the month hits. It has often struck me as a curse. Something always comes up around the midpoint time when we need to have our "eyes on the prize", so to speak. It's stressful enough that we have to get the day, but it gets more stressful when we have to try to do it when we're visiting family. Last month we were visiting my family. Right now I'm just plain sore everywhere. I don't have that jittery, intense ache I had a few days ago and making babies is the last thing on my mind at the moment.
I've been looking to sincerely leave this up to God. I'm tired. I can only do so much and then I just have to lean on faith and let him do the rest. I have been thinking that maybe God worked a little magic for us this time. He may even got a little snicker out of it. I'd like to think God would laugh at me. These days, honestly, I could see God laughing at me more than I could see him frowning and shaking his finger in my direction. Maybe he's helped make it happen before we leave town so we don't have to think about it when we're visiting family? (I feel like Linus in the Pumpkin Patch awaiting the arrival of the great pumpkin). Anyway, maybe it turns out I've been mistaken and I'm an early ovulator. If not, then it's just plain erratic, and when it comes to me, it's all erratic anyway.
I hope everyone has a great holiday and many blessings to you!
Whatever. I could accept, old fart or "Goat of the Year." My question is, who the hell makes this decision? Who in the hell gives themselves/self the authority to appoint a person of the year? Does this look like someone you'd wanna ask for directions?:
http://www.time.com/time/specials/2007/personoftheyear/
Not me. When I see a face like this, and particularly since he's been appointed "Person of the Year," my first thought is--what an inflated dick-head. Do you see any humility here? I don't. All that I see emanating from his weasel-like face is, "Yep, that's me you little peons everywhere and around the world." I don't care, really, what he's done in the last twelve months, but according to the article it's the most he's done in an entire term. Kinda the opposite or along the lines of George-y boy-- doin' what he can while he's got the pow-a.
Anyway, some of the runner-ups for this little "election" by the all knowing and authoritative TIME magazine aren't that impressive either. Al Gore for instance, "Nobel laureate, minding the environment." Last I heard, this fat pig had a zinc mine on his property and a house that could start a small farm community-- I mean, what a slap in the face for "We the People." Yes, the guy bustin' his ass in Iraq is certainly my kind of person of the year, but we can't elect him because that's too obvious. And, we wouldn't want to upset the Christian community by electing Harry Potter, but even Harry Potter, a character in a book, could be safely deemed as "Person of the Year" because we could say the character Harry Potter in any one of us. It seems only fair. That makes any one of us a "Person of the Year" for any sort of noble thing we might do within a twelve month period. I mean, I'd be more impressed if Mr. Putin was baking bread and handing it out to the poor souls on the street. But I'm sure he's more preoccupied with his evening caviar and tart. Whatever.
I hate these magazines and their self-appointed polls and judgements. They surround us in the marketplace and make us feel bad or they make us feel like were expected to fall down an worship just another guy or rather, an idiot. Not me. I find more dignity in a smurf.
(I'm ok, really. I know-- it's just a magazine.)
Apparently, this movie, like the Potter series, is making a stink in the Evangelical community. I'll steer away from saying "Christian" community because I am a Christian and I feel there are other Christians, who at this stage, see nothing controversial about it. I've read the trilogy and was quite moved by it.
Miles has spread himself dreamily upon my lap. The Christmas lights are twinkling around those crisp moments before the Chicago day has begun to drizzle its chaos upon the streets. Coffee in hand I revel upon my age and think about death. (I guess it's not the most promising thing to accompany that poetic moment at 6AM while drinking that first cup of coffee.)
I have a lot to be thankful for these days, even though, in the minds of many I have not yet lived a full life. I'd like to think my life is full, right here and right now. I've got no complaints, anyway. Sure, there are things undone and there are things to do. However, I am full. Like many people I am interested in living a long life, but to say that long means full would be to jip myself of the moment.
Occasionally during these quiet moments I take a trip with death. In times when I'm alone I wonder at it's finality-- Whether it be in the early morning hours or during a ride on the train downtown in the middle of the afternoon. I wonder upon it sometimes after a somewhat tiring journey. My wonder is rarely accompanied by fear. Every time I think about dying I think of living. I think about the phenomenon that has created everything and everyone dear to me. I think of a wide open space and a long scarf of memories trailing behind me, it's many colors and the frayed places in between. I imagine that scarf trailing as a neverending feather lifting me up and closer toward that long awaited phenomenon called eternity. I imagine, every time, embracing Christ as a child would her father when she's taken her first baby steps. I imagine laughter and the joys I've felt throughout a lifetime coming together in a tingling swoop.
I hear the laughter of one I think upon so often. One who knows me inside and out. One who can call out my name among millions. The one who is and will always be there, waiting for me, someday.
Anyway, these are my snow buddies. They are all dressed for the season!
BECAUSE: The catscan revealed that many of the nodules in my brother's lungs have disappeared and those that are left have shrunk immensely! Cool! They think he's had Valley Fever.
My brother is having a lung biopsy today. Everyone is freaked. Prayers will be appreciated dearly.
All of my siblings and their spouses were home for Thanksgiving. I've paired up my brothers with their wives and Stacy is not yet attached. I hadn't seen my brother Patrick and his wife Sara for three years, so that was fun. Patrick is currently ill with a fungus in his lungs. He will be getting a biopsy next Monday. Of course, he is not looking forward to that. I ate so much food!!! This week I'm going on detox...we'll see. I hope everyone had a good holiday!
