The doctor prescribed a medicine for the pain that I have had in the past and could not remember why I did not like. Today, I was reminded. It makes me extremely nauseous. I hate to throw up and have almost done so three times today. CPI had to be sent on an emergency run for crackers. Blech! Yuck! Needless to say, today’s total was $0.00. At least I didn’t spend anything. ~~TSG
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05
Aug
16
day five
05
Aug
16
day four
As I have mentioned earlier, in the summer full-timers at the college work nine hours Monday-Thursday and take Friday off. Next week is the last week of that schedule before we return to the school-year of eight hours Monday-Friday.
On the last day of each work week, I check the recycle bins for Coke lids. As you may know, mycokerewards.com allows you to enter codes from underneath Coke product lids to redeem for various things. The college makes money from recycling plastics and aluminum from drink and other containers. So, after I enter the codes, I always put the lids back. Still not feeling 100%, but walking does help.
Today’s results:
1. Eight Coke caps at the cost per soda from the machines at work of $1.50: $12.00
Total for the day of: $12.00
~~TSG
03
Aug
16
day three
Back at work today and things went pretty well. To avoid dizziness and extra nuttiness, I have worked out a schedule for taking the three medications I am on that has me taking them at two-hour intervals. It has worked well so far. On to today’s results:
1. Change found around campus: .02
2. Five packs of wide ruled notebook paper found on the curb and given to a co-worker’s school supply drive: estimated at $1.00 each for a total of $5.00
This gives me a total for the day of $5.02
~~TSG
I thought it would probably be a good idea to explain what I am counting as money earned towards my daily $20. The following are sources of income: rebates, money I find on my daily walks around the campus, things I find that I can use or give as presents, sales from Ebay or any other source I end up using to sell finds or creations, anything I win from the contests I enter, anything I am given that I can use or give as presents, coupons that save me money and money I make from scrapping the various things I find that do not work. What doesn’t count: savings from making things myself that I would normally buy and change collected from our cash expenditures. If I think of other things in either category, I will add them as time goes on.
I didn’t go to work today because I needed to give the steroids and other medicines a day to get working well. I figured that, since I would be in pain anyway (being at home allowed me to lay down and find a position that didn’t hurt as bad when I needed to), I could make the run through our neighborhood and to a nearby shopping center where I could get the antibiotic cream FMP needs for an incision from a recent successful out-patient surgery.
Today’s results:
1. Big Red soda cap that had a contest code from beside a dumpster. I am counting the cost to buy a soda from the machine at my office, my usual source for drinks: $1.50. I won a Buy One/Get One (BOGO) coupon with it.
2. Milk glass/gilt deviled egg plate on the curb that I will give my brother-in-love loaded with deviled eggs for Christmas. The number is garnered from sold listings on Ebay. I took the first four completed sales and averaged them: $12.35.
3. Desk chair that CPI can sit in while he games. He is currently sitting on his bed, which gives him a backache. I estimate that it would sell at a yard sale for at least $10.00.
This gives me a total for the day of $23.85. No actual money, but savings on things I would have bought otherwise.
~~TSG
01
Aug
16
The “Scheme”
I have been thinking of several things that we need to have acquire or have done in our lives. Somewhere, I read a suggestion that I write down everything that I needed, wanted or thought would make my life easier; rate them on a 1-10 scale; and then choose three of the highest numbers and give them a time-line. After the three were chosen, I was to estimate their cost per month to the given time-line. These “end costs” were added together to give me how much I needed to bring in extra per quarter, month and day to make them a reality.
My three things are the following (monthly cost):
1. perfecting my pottery skills and perhaps selling on Etsy–$120
2. a down payment on a newer car–at least $300
3. new clothes and shoes to replace my aging wardrobe–$100
This works out to about $20 a day. I intended to start working this program today, since the first of the month seemed like a good time for new beginnings. Instead, I woke up Friday with horrible pain in my left hip. I got through the weekend and went to the doctor this morning. I have sciatica. Wonderful! I spent $25 on the visit. The accompanying medicine was $59.50. So, today ends with me -84.50. This does not count the $20 I did not figure out how to make. Oh, well, there is always tomorrow.
~~TSG
05
Apr
15
April 5th
There is a God, our God to be precise, Who is absolutely whole in and of Himself. He lived that way from eternity: God, the eternal Father; Jesus, the Son, eternally begotten of the Father and the Spirit, eternally proceeding from the Father and the Son. They were complete and nothing needed to be added.
In His gracious love, though, God decided to share all He is with creatures of His own making. That would be us. He made us a beautiful world full of many things to make us happy. He gave us work to do in tending the earth. And, He gave us one simple rule; do not eat from the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. He did all this knowing what would happen. Knowing, as He had always known, that we would mess up the whole thing. Which, of course, we did. First Eve and then Adam ate the fruit. God is just and holy. He had to send us into exile from His presence.
But, God is also merciful and loving. Even as He created man, he had a plan for the redemption of those He loves. This was a plan of such magnitude that only God could have devised it. One would die for all. One Perfect Sacrifice. Only One was a candidate for this, the Son. Would He do it? Could He bear to do it?
The Son agreed. He was born as all humans are, of a mother. He grew as all humans do, passing through each stage of life in the same way as all the others around Him. Finally, it came time to begin His mission. Christ began teaching and preaching all throughout Israel. Many followed Him for the miracles He did, but some believed in His teachings. There were, however, some who felt threatened by Him. They were, as is so often the case, those who held power over others. The religious leaders of the day did not like the people to hear about a God of mercy and love. They taught that God was full of vengeance and wrath, ever ready to punish. It gave them a hold over the people as only they could grant forgiveness. They, along with others, plotted to have Jesus killed. Their plot was a success and Christ was crucified, died and was buried. For the first time in all eternity, the Son was separated from the Father and the Spirit, Who could not bear the presence of the sin He bore on our behalf. The leaders insisted that His tomb be guarded so that His followers not “fake” the resurrection He had spoken of.
Three days later, the tomb was empty. The guards, who saw the whole thing, were bribed to say that the disciples stole the body while the guards slept. The leaders who were behind this must have held great power because the penalty for sleeping on duty was death and none of the guards were killed. Christ appeared to many after His death and was shown to be alive and in a body. He was NOT a ghost.
Today, we rejoice that the Son offered Himself in our place on “Good Friday” and the Father said, “It is enough!” on “Easter”. We need not do any more. Anything else we do in the way of service to our God is only an expression of love and gratitude. The moment we accepted Christ’s sacrifice as our own, we were saved from the penalty of our sin. We are FREE. Free as no other people have ever been or ever will be. Let us not waste or hide that freedom. Let us, instead, live it in such a way that all will say, “If that is how their Jesus makes them behave and love, I WANT THEIR JESUS!!”.
May you have a blessed Easter!~~TSG
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
11
Jan
15
…and then HE said…
As most of you know, I am a Christian. In addition to petitioning God for help, I also listen for what He would have me do. This is not to say I always like it, but I have to do it if I wish to be a true follower of Christ.
As I mentioned in my last post, I have given up my right to be angry about the cancer and its aftermath. Yesterday, the Still Small Voice whispered that I had something else to give up. Something that has gone on much longer. There was a person in my life who, over the course of many years, harmed our family in numerous ways. I have long nursed my anger at this person. God says I have to give that up, too. So, here I go again. I am giving up…MY RIGHT TO BE ANGRY AT THIS PERSON. I am done. I may have to do this every day, too. So, more prayers, please! Thanks!~~TSG
07
Jan
15
here comes 2015
For me, the new year officially starts the day we go back to work for the Spring semester. That would have been yesterday. I have, as is traditional, decided to make some changes this year. I am not calling them “resolutions” since I intend to keep them. When I do, they will lead to great improvement in my life.
I am currently reading “People are Idiots and I Can Prove It!” by Larry Winget. It is unlike any “self-help” book I have read before. Mr. Winget’s process calls for a lot of writing and serious contemplation of how I got to where I am and what I must do to get out.
The part that has really gotten my attention is the “Jerry Swaggart Moment”, that one thing that you have done that is totally stupid and absolutely MUST go. Mine is this: I have allowed 2.5 years of cancer and its aftermath to derail the last 12 years of my life. Yes, more than FIVE TIMES the actual span of the event. So, what I am willing to give up (another list I made at the suggestion of Mr. Winget) in order to achieve real change in my life is…MY RIGHT TO BE ANGRY ABOUT THE CANCER. Yes, you read that correctly. I have a right to be angry about the cancer, but I cannot afford to indulge that right. I am, therefore, giving it up. I may have to give it up daily for a bit, but that is just what I am going to do. Pray for me and for those who must deal with me. Thank you!~~TSG
…this morning’s events at the Gaudy house:
I woke at 6:30 to discover that one of us had tipped over my contact lens cleaning system during the night, leaving my contacts still in a soup of hydrogen peroxide. I had no idea how long they had been this way, but the process takes at least 2 hours. I set up the bottle, hoping it would finish before I had to leave. Meanwhile, I washed my hair. I can’t see anything and also can’t find my emergency glasses. I wake up CPI so he can begin getting ready. He puts my pants on the couch so I can find them easily. The dog decides that they will make a lovely bed in the front hall. I put on a skirt I wore earlier in the week instead. This means that I need to clean off the shoes I wore Monday when the parking lot was full of mud. CPI says he will clean off the mud (now caked dirt) while I fix my hair.
I put sticky stuff in my hair and begin blow-drying and styling it. This consists of blowing for a bit and then leaning as close to the mirror as possible to look at the results. This entire time, we are both trying to figure out where the bottle of plain saline solution that is usually in my purse is so I can rinse the contacts and wear them. It is inexplicably missing. Finally, we decide to buy some on the way to work. CPI begins to throw up (a combination of his seasonal allergies and whatever was in the mud, we think). New plan; CPI will drive me to the store, buy the saline solution and bring it out. I will rinse my contacts, put them in and take him back to the house. Partway to the store, I remember that the contact case in my purse may have solution in it. It does. I rinse the contacts, put them in and take CPI back to the house.
At work, I decide that I deserve a coke. I get this from the fancy machine in the cafeteria where you can mix your own. Returning to my office, I hang up my sweater (a new one) to discover that I have been wandering the campus with a tag attached to an extra button dangling from the back of my sleeve.
The worst/best part of the whole thing? I like my hair better today than I have in some time.
In the Ensuing Panic 
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