Technologically Challenged

I've been having trouble with my cell phone lately, so I called customer service and they told me to get a new "SIM" card. OK, I can do that. I go to the store and talk to the representative. By the end of my visit, I had a new "SIM" card and an unhealthy dose of inadequacy. There was a sign that read, "Tired of playing the same old games? The demo games not good enough for you? Want to learn how to play your favorite song on your phone? " and so on and so on. I am all for things having multiple uses, but isn't this out of hand? The lady was telling me that my phone can take pictures and videos that I can download, send text messages, and has internet access. My first instinct was to scream out loud, "Yes, but it is not making and receiving phone calls! After all, it is a PHONE! " But I calmly informed her that the phone shuts down in the middle of calls. The explanation of all of the different possibilities of problems was way beyond my scope of practice. Maybe I should get a carrier pigeon.

A Few Questions.....

I keep a mental list of questions that I will ask God when I get to heaven. For example, how do locusts get out of their shell leaving the entire thing perfectly intact? I thought of one yesterday. Forgive me if the subject matter is crass or vulgar, but here it goes. What would posess one to write on the walls of a bathroom stall? I, personally, have never had that urge. This persons "memoirs" or "manifesto" (I'm not sure which category to use) was written in black sharpie. Which begs the question, did they go into the bathroom with the sole purpose to deface the doors? I don't carry a black sharpie with me in my back pocket. Another point to ponder, is you're in the ladies restroom and you see, "For a good time, call ......" (presumably their current female foe). Do they not realize that other women are their target audience? I don't know about you, but I've never entered a public restroom with the thought of having a good time or seeking one out. How reliable could the source be?
I have many more questions that are less pressing, but I had to get this one out.

Happy New Year, Well Maybe

The new year at our household was rung in with lots of puking. Unfortunately for us, not for overindulging. I had been nauseated all day, but managed to keep things down. The baby woke up in the middle of the night covered in puke. We got him downstairs and bathed him only for him to turn around and hurl all over the bathroom and his clean self. Choking back my own urges, I started to feel sorry for myself. I then decided to look for the good in this. I started praising God that I wasn't a pioneer woman. That I had a bathtub with running water. That my son had more than one pair of pajamas. That I had a functioning washing machine, not a washboard and bucket. That he more than likely would not die from this illness. That I was an American with access to healthcare. That I was able to stay at home with him and not have to run off to work the next day (unfortunately daddy still had to!) Suddenly, the putred stench was not quite as bad. The work before me went quickly and three hours later we were tucked back into bed with only 46 loads of laundry left to do! He is still sick today, but getting better. One day at a time. By the way, is it bad to consider letting your child sleep in the empty bathtub?


"I will extol the Lord at all times; his praise will always be on my lips."
Psalm 34:1