24 February 2006
Pain and Tears.
Tonight as I swept up a sweater at the bottom of my wood dresser, a splinter drove right into the flesh between my nail and my actual finger. I can't describe the pain. I am shocked by how much pain that little thing can cause. My body started to shake. I quickly grabbed a bottle of peroxide and ran hot water. Not sure why, but that's what I did. Timmy got to the house just as I walking to the bathroom. When he came upstairs, I was kneeling in the bathroom my finger under the hot water, trying to hold back tears. Of course, I see Timmy and those tears can't stay back anymore. I just kept crying for a while and my finger throbbed. It isn't throbbing now, but it still hurts. I can see something brown under my nail. Hopefully it's a little dirt or a bruise and hopefully not a piece of wood. I really can't afford an infection in my nail right now. Silly prayer, but Lord, please take care of my nail.
The State of Things
Over the course of the past 3 days I have moved about 85% of my belongings from here to the new apartment. That's down 2 flights of stairs here at the old apartment and up 1 flight of stairs are the new one. The good news is, now I get to go help Melissa move her stuff too. At least she doesn't have a 32" TV set or all of the furniture in the house. Word.
Yay Google!!
Could it be that I have found my long lost roommate? See comments under "Not to Panic but." All because you can search google. Yay Google. Yet another reason to love the google people. Speaking of which, did you read that article in, maybe Business Week, where they talk about the google company. Well, I didn't actually read the article but I did look at the pictures and read the captions :) The Google compound is awesome. They even let their employees bring their dogs to work, but not their cats - what's up with that? But still, Timmy, lets move to California and work for Google.
Awesome. Hope Jenn just found me. Today was going to be awesome day no matter what. Last day at the firm. First day of moving my stuff into our apartment. And now maybe Jenn. Woo hoo.
Uh-oh, now I am running really late. Part of me says I shouldn't be late on my last day. Part of me says that's the perfect day. And my boss won't be in today either.
And guess what I am wearing to work? My "I 'heart' Timmy" t-shirt. He-he. Two weeks!!
Awesome. Hope Jenn just found me. Today was going to be awesome day no matter what. Last day at the firm. First day of moving my stuff into our apartment. And now maybe Jenn. Woo hoo.
Uh-oh, now I am running really late. Part of me says I shouldn't be late on my last day. Part of me says that's the perfect day. And my boss won't be in today either.
And guess what I am wearing to work? My "I 'heart' Timmy" t-shirt. He-he. Two weeks!!
22 February 2006
21 February 2006
NLdH
The firm surprised me with a shower/good bye party this afternoon. I've been wondering when they would do it since I only have four more days left, but it still managed to be a surprise - well, somewhat. They sent me on an emergency run to the bank, but when I came back, the entire billing department was gone. So they so desperately needed this money that they had me stop the job I was working on and now they are gone. In fact, everyone was gone. Then while I still have my coat on, my purse in hand, and two envelopes of petty cash, Steven hurries by and asks "Can you deliver this fax to Scott in conference A? He's in a meeting and he needs it right away." "Um okay" I say, and I walk to conference with a smile on my face "This is it. They are so funny." All the shades are drawn in the conference room and I knock. I hear a male voice that wasn't Scott's say "come in." And there they were. Everyone yelled surprise and applauded. There were decorations and lots of food and presents.
It was a good time. Good people. Good food. Mmmm, tomato pie from Corropolese. Good presents. This is a good place. It's definitely my time to leave, but it's a been quite the adventure the last 3 1/2 years. Not to sound cheesy, but this firm changed my life - of course, I mean the people, but this firm is made of the people. I'm very grateful for my time with them, but I am also looking forward to this new stage in my life.
People keep asking Steven if he will miss me when I leave. He tells them no. He equates it to a sick person dying a slow and painful death. You aren't sad when they finally die. You're happy that their suffering is done. More than anyone else, Steven knows all feelings about my time at the firm - the good, the bad, and the ugly. And also more than anyone else in this firm, he knows how much I have longed to find love and be married. And he knows how much it has pained me not to be married already to Timmy. Steven isn't going to be sad when I leave because he knows how happy I will be. Not to say he won't miss my being around and hearing all my craziness. And I am definitely going to miss talking to Steven everyday. And Kia. And Liz. And Maggie. They are all wonderful. So glad they will be at the wedding to share our day.
It was a good time. Good people. Good food. Mmmm, tomato pie from Corropolese. Good presents. This is a good place. It's definitely my time to leave, but it's a been quite the adventure the last 3 1/2 years. Not to sound cheesy, but this firm changed my life - of course, I mean the people, but this firm is made of the people. I'm very grateful for my time with them, but I am also looking forward to this new stage in my life.
People keep asking Steven if he will miss me when I leave. He tells them no. He equates it to a sick person dying a slow and painful death. You aren't sad when they finally die. You're happy that their suffering is done. More than anyone else, Steven knows all feelings about my time at the firm - the good, the bad, and the ugly. And also more than anyone else in this firm, he knows how much I have longed to find love and be married. And he knows how much it has pained me not to be married already to Timmy. Steven isn't going to be sad when I leave because he knows how happy I will be. Not to say he won't miss my being around and hearing all my craziness. And I am definitely going to miss talking to Steven everyday. And Kia. And Liz. And Maggie. They are all wonderful. So glad they will be at the wedding to share our day.
UPS Ooops
Steven asked me to hand him the phone and to dial UPS. I dialed "1-800-DIAL-UPS." A moment passes and Steven says it's not ringing. Then a look of shock comes on his face and he says "this isn't UPS." A recording of a lady in a seductive voice had answered, "Thank you for calling 1-800-talk-to-me" Ooops. Should have dialed 1-800-PICK-UPS not DIAL-UPS. Mi malo. Mental note to all "PICK UPS" not "DIAL UPS" Sorry Steven.
Epilogue
After waiting for an hour and a half for this to get underway this morning, the assistant DA came up to us and let us know that we didn't need to be there today. He said the victim was there and his was really the only testimony they'd need for this preliminary hearing. The good news is that we can expect subpoenas in the not too distant future for the actual trial at the Media courthouse. Yes, this fine specimine has no less than 7 felony charges against her, so district court will not suffice. Grande.
The show was moderately entertaining, still. The public defender was the same guy I mentioned in today's first post. He's either mildly retarded or just does a good job pretending to be. My favorite argument of today is that even though this woman held a knife to the clerk's throat, she didn't actual say that she was going to kill him, so she shouldn't be charged with terroristic threats. Right. Because holding a knife to someone's throat isn't threatening at all. Cheers.
The show was moderately entertaining, still. The public defender was the same guy I mentioned in today's first post. He's either mildly retarded or just does a good job pretending to be. My favorite argument of today is that even though this woman held a knife to the clerk's throat, she didn't actual say that she was going to kill him, so she shouldn't be charged with terroristic threats. Right. Because holding a knife to someone's throat isn't threatening at all. Cheers.
First Things Last
Oh, right. It's been pointed out that I referred to a story that I've not even told in the blog-o-sphere. I hate when that happens. So, without further delay.....
It was a dark and stormy night. Well, no, it was cold, not stormy. And aren't all nights dark? At any rate, I was working in scenic Lower Chichester Township. We braved the cold to make a short trip up to the Wawa on Market Street to meet up with some co-workers and kibitz for a bit. After social time had drawn to a close our compatriots loaded up and headed back to Chester while we prepared to retire to the sub-standard living conditions of our station in Linwood. I was in the passenger's seat and happened to look up, just as we were about to back out of our parking spot, to see some sort of struggle going on behind the counter inside the Wawa. At first I thought it was just some horseplay between the workers there, but it became apparent that it was something more than that as the clerk grabbed the other person's arm and held it in the air - revealing a rather large knife. My co-worker & I began to get out of the ambulance at that point. The clerk managed to wrest the knife from the person who will henceforth be referred to as "the perp". The perp, a smallish white female, then attempted to flee from the Wawa. A customer grabbed hold of her, but she bit him on the shoulder so he let go of her and she made her way out the front door. That's where she encountered Batman. Well, in fairness, Batman was probably my co-worker, Mike. I guess that would make me Robin. Oh well, at least I didn't have to wear tights. So Batman grabbed hold of the perp's left arm as she tried to run away. She spun back and attempted to bite his hand, so I grabbed hold of her other arm and pulled it behind her back. We pushed her up against the glass door in front of the store, but she continued to try and squirm away, so we swept her feet from underneath her, placing her in a prone position on the sidewalk. We continued to sit on her until the police arrived a few minutes later.
What would possess a small female to attempt a strong arm robbery against a larger male? One can only speculate. My theory is that some sort of pharmacological enhancement might have been at play. In any case, crime doesn't pay. Now you know, and knowing is half the battle.
It was a dark and stormy night. Well, no, it was cold, not stormy. And aren't all nights dark? At any rate, I was working in scenic Lower Chichester Township. We braved the cold to make a short trip up to the Wawa on Market Street to meet up with some co-workers and kibitz for a bit. After social time had drawn to a close our compatriots loaded up and headed back to Chester while we prepared to retire to the sub-standard living conditions of our station in Linwood. I was in the passenger's seat and happened to look up, just as we were about to back out of our parking spot, to see some sort of struggle going on behind the counter inside the Wawa. At first I thought it was just some horseplay between the workers there, but it became apparent that it was something more than that as the clerk grabbed the other person's arm and held it in the air - revealing a rather large knife. My co-worker & I began to get out of the ambulance at that point. The clerk managed to wrest the knife from the person who will henceforth be referred to as "the perp". The perp, a smallish white female, then attempted to flee from the Wawa. A customer grabbed hold of her, but she bit him on the shoulder so he let go of her and she made her way out the front door. That's where she encountered Batman. Well, in fairness, Batman was probably my co-worker, Mike. I guess that would make me Robin. Oh well, at least I didn't have to wear tights. So Batman grabbed hold of the perp's left arm as she tried to run away. She spun back and attempted to bite his hand, so I grabbed hold of her other arm and pulled it behind her back. We pushed her up against the glass door in front of the store, but she continued to try and squirm away, so we swept her feet from underneath her, placing her in a prone position on the sidewalk. We continued to sit on her until the police arrived a few minutes later.
What would possess a small female to attempt a strong arm robbery against a larger male? One can only speculate. My theory is that some sort of pharmacological enhancement might have been at play. In any case, crime doesn't pay. Now you know, and knowing is half the battle.
Np Good Deed Goes Unpunished
It's 7:48am on Tuesday. I have to work in Chester tonight at 7pm. So why am I awake, you ask? Because after my adventures as an amateur Batman last Sunday night, I have to be at Linwood District Court at 9am to testify against the crackhead who tried to rob the Wawa with a knife. There was a store full of people who saw her do it, but for some reason they still need witnesses to testify. It makes me wonder whether this fine human being is actually going to try and plead not guilty. That'll be grande. Last time I had the opportunity to go to Linwood District Court and observe, the case that was being argued was one of a man who was going to be evicted from his trailer home and then it mysteriously burned to the ground a few days before that happened. Of course, they found gas cans inside the residence and the arson investigator said that the fire was arson, but that's besides the point. The defense "attorney" first questioned the arson investigator's credentials (he was a State Trooper who'd been on the job for at least 10 years and investigated thousands of other cases) then when the judge told him to just get on with things, he asked the investigator if it wasn't possible that maybe someone else had broken into the home and set it on fire. Of course. It only makes sense. So yes, perhaps today will be entertaining, if nothing else. I just hope I can force myself to take a nap this afternoon, so I'm not dead tired through the night at work.
20 February 2006
The Horror
I had lunch with Mami, and she told me a little story. My stepfather was speaking to an asian man, and this man said he was looking for a "healthy older cat." My stepfather replied, "I have one of those at my house." Midnight is the most beautiful cat ever. She is ten years old. The day she leaves us, my sister and I will go into deep mourning. The man offered my stepfather $100 for our cat. He replied, "my daughter would kill me" (meaning, my sister Melody). The man said, "well, that's kind of what I want to do." He is looking for an older healthy cat to kill so he can eat it!! My mother told me this as I was kissing my cat goodbye. What?? Some man offered $100 to kill and eat my baby!!! I know that some cultures eat cats and dogs, but thinking about some unknown animal is different than thinking of my bootiful gata who has been a part of our family for ten years. I was disturbed. I crawled under the coffee table and gave her more kisses. I was was so upset, I didn't want to leave her. I just want to hold her tightly. Dito.
Another Countdown and This Weekend.
Today is the last Monday I have to wake up early to go to the firm. It isn't phasing me at all. I'm telling everyone that I am so tired, I feel like I am on autopilot. I'm just going through what needs to be done without even thinking about it really. I'm just tired and overwhelmed. For the last couple of weeks, I have been saying "I need a vacation." I almost feel like that's what is going to happen because I so desperately need a break from something. I don't think it will hit me until after the honeymoon when Timmy goes back to work and I'm sitting at home. "Oh, yeah, I quit my job." My friends will be missed, but I'm looking forward to it.
In other news, bachlorette party yesterday. So, so, so much fun. My girls from Eastern and my ladies from small group got to meet each other. And they all got to meet Melody or see her for the first time in years. It was fun. They had fun with me but nothing embarrassing really. I liked the pink feather boa and I didn't mind going on with it on :) The gifts were beautiful even the peach ones ;) Only one gift made me blush because it disturbed me a little. I showed it to Timmy. He cringed and said "please get that away from me." Bessie, I don't think Timmy liked his present!
After the party, everyone left and Timmy said he couldn't come over. I was sad. I spent the whole afternoon talking about him and thinking about him. I was sad that I wouldn't be seeing him. I've also been really needy and hormonal this weekend - poor Timmy. But a little later, I got a call from Timmy. He was on his way. When I told him I was glad he was coming because I really wanted to see him, he said "I heard." I wondered if Rachel called and told him I was a little sad, but when I asked "from whom." He said, "from you." He heard it in my voice. He knew what I actually meant. Even though in my head, I really did want him to stay with Dave and have a good time, he could tell that in my heart I really wanted to see him. That made me happy. That made me cry - such a girl!
I broke all the rules and showed Timmy my presents. Shush, I don't want to hear it. I don't think this will ruin the fun in any way. Besides, I have some secrets of my own. It was a great day. Even better, I slept. I feel asleep watching the Olympics with Timmy. We were out for three hours. I woke up at 1230. Got back to bed around 200. Slept until 830. 3 hours and 6.5 hours. 9.5 hours? That's awesome . I feel refreshed. Good, I'm going to need it this week.
Gotta get ready for work. Running a little late. I'm always running a little late on Monday. Rachel starts work at 10 on Mondays. Normally she is gone by time I wake up. So, she throws off my normal routine since she is in the bathroom when I should be. Oh well, last Monday when I have to worry about Rachel being in the bathroom when I want to be there. And Timmy only needs a few minutes to get ready. Yay!
In other news, bachlorette party yesterday. So, so, so much fun. My girls from Eastern and my ladies from small group got to meet each other. And they all got to meet Melody or see her for the first time in years. It was fun. They had fun with me but nothing embarrassing really. I liked the pink feather boa and I didn't mind going on with it on :) The gifts were beautiful even the peach ones ;) Only one gift made me blush because it disturbed me a little. I showed it to Timmy. He cringed and said "please get that away from me." Bessie, I don't think Timmy liked his present!
After the party, everyone left and Timmy said he couldn't come over. I was sad. I spent the whole afternoon talking about him and thinking about him. I was sad that I wouldn't be seeing him. I've also been really needy and hormonal this weekend - poor Timmy. But a little later, I got a call from Timmy. He was on his way. When I told him I was glad he was coming because I really wanted to see him, he said "I heard." I wondered if Rachel called and told him I was a little sad, but when I asked "from whom." He said, "from you." He heard it in my voice. He knew what I actually meant. Even though in my head, I really did want him to stay with Dave and have a good time, he could tell that in my heart I really wanted to see him. That made me happy. That made me cry - such a girl!
I broke all the rules and showed Timmy my presents. Shush, I don't want to hear it. I don't think this will ruin the fun in any way. Besides, I have some secrets of my own. It was a great day. Even better, I slept. I feel asleep watching the Olympics with Timmy. We were out for three hours. I woke up at 1230. Got back to bed around 200. Slept until 830. 3 hours and 6.5 hours. 9.5 hours? That's awesome . I feel refreshed. Good, I'm going to need it this week.
Gotta get ready for work. Running a little late. I'm always running a little late on Monday. Rachel starts work at 10 on Mondays. Normally she is gone by time I wake up. So, she throws off my normal routine since she is in the bathroom when I should be. Oh well, last Monday when I have to worry about Rachel being in the bathroom when I want to be there. And Timmy only needs a few minutes to get ready. Yay!
18 February 2006
For real this time!
We got a home - for real this time! Lease is signed. Check was made. Keys were handed. What a relief! And what excitement! God is good. It'll be so nice to have happy Timmy back. Thank you everyone who prayed for us this week. I really believe prayer had a huge part to it. When Timmy called and told me we got the apartment, I started crying. And when I got off the phone, I just cried "thank you Lord. You are so good." Indeed He is, and so desperately needing him and asking him for help this week kept it right at my forethought that He is the one doing this and it is going to be great!
And now - three weeks to go - I can't wait!
And now - three weeks to go - I can't wait!
13 February 2006
What Can I Say
Well, I ate some pierogies for dinner. I thought I would boil some water to cook some pasta for lunch tomorrow. So, as my water boiled, I went and watched some television. I watched 7th Heaven. Then I took a nice hour long shower. Then I watched some of the Olympics. Then I spoke to Timmy on the phone. Then I watched some more of the Games while I finished up some last minute invitations. Then I cleaned up and got ready for bed. Then Rachel and Jon came home, and we watched the last Chinese pairs team take a horrible fall, push through the pain, and win themselves a silver. All while my water was still boiling in the kitchen. Yup, the water boiled for almost four hours. Well, of course, there was no water by time I went to the kitchen to turn off the light. I just have to shake my head at myself sometimes. Well, at least, there was no pasta in the pot.
05 February 2006
Super Bowl Sunday
Wud up peoples? Just a few hours away from the big game - actually I don't care about the game. I'm sure if I think really hard about it, I can remember who's playing. I'm just glad that I know it's football. For the last few years, we have watched the game after church at 800pm, so I am slightly confused this year. I thought the game started at 8, but I hear that in fact it starts at 6. Apparently, I have been watching a prerecorded game for the last few years - I am shocked - you can't see my shocked face. Anyway, apparently the game starts in a couple of hours. Crawford has a headache so we'll be watching the game here. Then we'll pick up the Youngs at the airport - maybe watch the rest of the game with them - maybe win some more of their money playing poker ;) Beer. Cheese and dip. You know, the usual.
In the meantime, I've got a couple of hours to work on my lesson for Wednesday night. I am once again studying worship and once again hanging out with the ark. Next week we move from studying worship to studying healing. I'm kind of excited. Studying healing is always so convicting and such a challenge to embrace, but it's always amazing. Reminds me, how's Steve's ear? Ashlie, any word on the ear? Well, healing's cool, but chances are, we'll be in the NT for that. I've enjoyed being in the Old Testament these last two weeks that I have done the lesson. I'm not very comfortable with my biblical knowledge especially Old Testament. I appreciate being forced to hang out in it and it's usually fun. The ark has been fun - very fascinating. I told Timmy I'd like to keep studying it but I doubt my discipline. I have a hard time multitasking. Guess we'll see.
Suppose I should get to the lesson. That was a good fifteen minutes of procrastination, but I'm not feeling guilty. It's Sunday and I feel pretty comfortable with what I've done already. I never really feel that's the issue anyway. It's relaxing enough to not get worked up. It's learning to guide a conversation and manage a room. I figure what we need to learn, we'll only learn by doing it. And thank God for a gracious group who knows we are learning and are so supportive, wanting us to grow into the people God is calling us to be. So, here I go...peace out
In the meantime, I've got a couple of hours to work on my lesson for Wednesday night. I am once again studying worship and once again hanging out with the ark. Next week we move from studying worship to studying healing. I'm kind of excited. Studying healing is always so convicting and such a challenge to embrace, but it's always amazing. Reminds me, how's Steve's ear? Ashlie, any word on the ear? Well, healing's cool, but chances are, we'll be in the NT for that. I've enjoyed being in the Old Testament these last two weeks that I have done the lesson. I'm not very comfortable with my biblical knowledge especially Old Testament. I appreciate being forced to hang out in it and it's usually fun. The ark has been fun - very fascinating. I told Timmy I'd like to keep studying it but I doubt my discipline. I have a hard time multitasking. Guess we'll see.
Suppose I should get to the lesson. That was a good fifteen minutes of procrastination, but I'm not feeling guilty. It's Sunday and I feel pretty comfortable with what I've done already. I never really feel that's the issue anyway. It's relaxing enough to not get worked up. It's learning to guide a conversation and manage a room. I figure what we need to learn, we'll only learn by doing it. And thank God for a gracious group who knows we are learning and are so supportive, wanting us to grow into the people God is calling us to be. So, here I go...peace out
01 February 2006
Prayer Request
I'm exhausted and should be asleep but a series of text message exchanges has me awake. My sister Melody is going through a lot of stuff and she really needs prayer - she really needs God. Tonight my prayer is that the spirit of conviction would fall on her and she would be compelled to finally commit so that God may be the source of the inner healing she is currently seeking. Would you please join me in praying for her, even if only to lift her name for but a moment? Thank you.
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