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08
Mar
15

END THIS!

So, I wondered why I hadn’t heard anything lately about the hostages taken by Boko Haram in Nigeria. From the silence, one would think they were not longer in captivity. That is not so. They are still missing and new captives are told that they converted to Islam and are now happily married. This is almostly certainly false. How long does this need to go on before the world at large moves to stop it? Regardless of your faith, what this group has done is WRONG. All peoples should be hunting the kidnappers down and putting them away. #bringbackourgirls

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2015/02/11/boko-haram-girls_n_6660078.html

20
Aug
13

The Switch-Up

Today’s “big reveal” at work turned out to be not so big. 😦

25
Jul
13

home again; well, sort of

Last Thursday, IRP moved back home. There was “too much drama” at the friends’ house where she was staying. We, of course, were very happy.

Unfortunately, IRP had to go back to the hospital Monday with an infection and an intestinal blockage. The doctors had a tube put in to drain her stomach and the blockage has untwisted itself. The area is still distended, though, so she will be in the hospital for a bit longer while it shrinks nearer to the normal size. This will help prevent a recurrence.

There will be no update on the weight-loss campaign due to the confusion as a result of these activities.

TSG

15
Jul
13

oops!

Well, now there is only one large jar. The other met with a fatal accident. The good news is that the jelly was fairly solid even though it was not completely cooled.

TSG

14
Jul
13

bring on the peanut butter!

The grapes have all been processed and I am the proud producer of two large and eight small jars of jelly. There would have been three large jars, but one broke in the water bath. This happens from time to time, but I do regret the loss of the jelly. Since FMP does not like things to be too sweet, I did not add as much sugar as is usually used. So, the result is a bit tart. It looks like the jelly is the right consistency, but I will not know for sure until it is fully cool and we open a jar. If it doesn’t jell correctly, we will just call it syrup and put it on pancakes.

One large jar will be staying here and my parents will get the other. The rest are going to work for my co-workers. I called IRP and she will be coming by to get one of them as well. At least she is speaking to us now. I hope she will eventually see that we were only doing what we thought was best for her.

TSG

04
Jun
13

Having Done All,…

…stand.

Well, IRP somehow convinced the staff at the hospital that she was okay. So, they discharged her. She refuses to come home and doesn’t want our help.

All that is left for us to do is pray. And, that is what we are doing.

We love you, IRP, no matter what. And, we are waiting for you to come home.

TSG

29
May
13

Mad is Bad?

As I have mentioned, I will turn 50 later this year. Considering my family history, the day will mark approximately the midpoint in my journey here. I have begun to think about some of the things people have tried to “teach” me through the years and wonder if I should have listened.

Most of my life, people have told me I should be quieter. A lady, they said, always speaks quietly and does not call attention to herself. I am beginning to believe that I have never been a lady after all. I can act like one, but I am not one at heart. At least not the kind some people would like me to be. I don’t want to spend energy trying to “modulate” my voice. It seems like a lot of effort for something that is not very useful. I think the problem was not the volume of my voice. I think it was the fact that I was venting emotion. I was usually upset about something when I was reminded that I was supposed to be acting like a lady.

I have never heard a man reminded that gentlemen are not loud. Angry men yell at will. Is there something dangerous about women’s anger? I am not sure. I have certainly never actually attacked anyone while angry. I have made my point, sometimes loudly, but no one has ever been hurt. This may require some more thought while I decide whether or not I want to be a lady in this way.

TSG