Music Video

I received this music video in an e-mail this morning and just had to share…. enjoy!!

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Blessed

I am blessed to have a few really wonderful, true blue friends.  One of these special people is Megan; she was the maid of honor at my wedding, and I was the matron of honor at hers.  We have been friends since freshman year of college, went through nursing school together, and even though we live in different cities now, she is still one of my very best friends.

This weekend Megan and her husband, Jonathan, came to stay with us.  We decided to take turns visiting each other to make the driving equitable, and this was the first time that they stayed in our new house.  We played doubles tennis (which was quite fun… first time I have ever played), ate stuffed shells, I sliced my finger with a serrated knife, played with Harrison, and went to church.  It was such a fun time; I just wish that we had more time to visit!

Megan indulging Harrison in some illegal activity

They really love each other

Germaphobe

I was never a real clean freak or germaphobe until my recent trip to New York City.  It was there that I rode the subway and Long Island Rail.  I almost broke out in hives thinking of all of the nastiness that I was coming into contact with… and I come into contact with nasty stuff all the time!

Once we got out of the city and back on Long Island… I took antibacterial wipes to my shoes and purse and then promptly washed my clothes.

I felt so gross.

Ignorance

Sometimes I can’t believe that some people really exist… like the person who commented on yesterday’s post saying,

“… How is it showing for respect for the office to categorically deny the possible need of killing the man who besmirches it if doing so is to save the nation from his actions?

…Sometimes the man must be killed so that the office can survive.”

This person also “questioned my logic” because I said that the President should not be assassinated just because he is the President!  Seriously?

Disrespect and Disagreeing

I will be the first to say that I do not like most of President Obama’s policies and that I am certainly not a fan of his, but I hope that I have more decency and respect for the office that he holds than to suggest that he should be assassinated as a result of the passage of the health care bill.

There were many comments on Facebook this morning, both happy and unhappy, regarding this bill. Personally, I am none too thrilled with the passage, but when I saw a comment that suggested the White House be bombed or a bullet be put in our President’s head, I really had to restrain myself.

Put on your big girl/boy panties/underwear and show some respect for the office that this man holds. He has a really hard job, and no, you don’t have to like him, but you do have to be a grown up.

And, P.S. if you’re a Christ follower, you are mandated to honor his authority and pray for him!

The Scale

I feel like I’ve exercised adequately for the day.  I took the dog on a long walk… did a little yoga… and did lunges across the house.  I am satisfied with myself, no matter what the scale says.

Now I just have to keep up this pattern of being active.

Eyes

Would you like to know what is wrong with my eyes and why they have been taking frequent vacations?  Yes?  Good, because I am about to tell you.  It appears (haha!) that I have Thygeson’s disease which affects a person’s vision and is thought to be an autoimmune disease.  Some websites say that it can randomly go into remission, but there’s no telling when or if that will happen.  A lot of people have eye pain and severe photophobia as well as loss of vision; fortunately, I only have loss of vision and intermittent photophobia.  I have to use steroid drops four times a day in both eyes, as well as artificial tears.  It’s really not so bad now that my vision is almost back to normal (huge improvement from a week ago), but one of the side effects of long term steroid drop use is glaucoma, which is something that I definitely don’t want… but at the moment there is no end in sight for the drops.

Anywho… that’s what’s going on with my eyes.