The crazy lady strikes again

I'm in an awful mood. I'm tense. I'm jumpy. I'm about to have a meltdown. This morning, I was again advised to take a series of action steps, this time so my husband could prove he was serious about his career. He did not mention any ways he could improve himself so he could achieve a better job title or a better-paying job somewhere else. I had to do that. If I host or attend frequent parties, or attend many board meetings for charity, I'm exposing myself to potentially lethal bugs that might... Sign in to see full entry.

I used the words "time sure flies" in Organ Donor Awareness Week near one of the anniversaries of my transplant. (I had my 27th such anniversary nearly six months ago, before I came down with bacterial meningitis.) I am re-using the title, this time in reference to the anniversary of Neil Armstrong's walk on the moon. On this date in 1969, he and fellow astronaut Buzz Aldrin landed on the moon at (I think) around 3:15 or 3:30 Central Daylight Time that day. (Aldrin later served as the... Sign in to see full entry.

Remember the post I made a day or two (maybe more) ago, entitled I'm tired too? I saw the son of the man who delivered the sermon (also entitled I'm tired, too ) recently on a Discovery Health Channel program on the topic of sex addiction. (They've done several over the years - at least two, to my knowledge.) This son cannot reveal his full last name publicly because most 12-step programs have an ironclad policy prohibiting members from revealing same. Only this man's first name was revealed.... Sign in to see full entry.

It took some doing on my husband's part, but we got our dial tone back. We had to pay something upfront, and we ended up making arrangements to pay the rest of the back balance. However, my husband mentioned that the phone company "representative" with whom he made those arrangements was very rude and demanding, wanting the entire back balance at the time he talked to my husband (which is why I put the word "representative" in quotation marks). (I won't reveal just when my husband called the... Sign in to see full entry.

Today hasn't gone as well as yesterday. At 5 AM Central Daylight Time, the power went out due to what I'd politely call bad weather - in other words, a severe line of thunderstorms crossing the Chicago area and serving as the southern border of a cool front. My suburb, and those suburbs bordering mine, were all affected by this outage, as I found out when I called ComEd (our local power company). I'd say fifteen to thirty minutes prior to this outage, I'd heard about the aforementioned line of... Sign in to see full entry.

Not too long before I wrote my last post, a village police officer dropped by my apartment. I was sitting in my living room recliner at the time, and I remember seeing a portion of this officer's sleeve, and thinking that the handyman had suddenly recovered from his mysterious illness and decided to come over to work on the bathroom floor today after all. It is short-sleeve weather here in Chicagoland, you know. When the inevitable knock on the door occurred, I stood up, walked to the door,... Sign in to see full entry.

That's the title of one of my former pastor's sermons. The title actually describes such phenomena as something called "compassion fatigue." That's the term used to describe a certain set of feelings. You're supposed to feel sorry for someone with a given medical diagnosis, or who is the victim of a natural disaster or crime, or whatever. Then, you end up being so pressured into providing so much emotional care or financial support (to relieve the suffering of victims of a disaster or crime or... Sign in to see full entry.

I was reading an article on AOL this morning about how men and women can sabotage their spouses' careers. They mentioned things like calling your spouse frequently and feigning emergency status when the slightest bad event happens, and behaving in wrongheaded ways at company-sponsored social events like the annual Christmas party, among other things. I would like to focus on the idea of calling your spouse or significant other too frequently while he or she is at work. I find this to be very... Sign in to see full entry.

As I was typing an entry in one of my other blogs - I think it was From Death Into Life, but I'm not sure - our landlord called. (I was so busy typing when he called that I didn't answer the phone, so he left a message.) As Garfield said in her blog today, I was so upset by this turn of events that the only parts of his voice mail message which "registered" in my brain were his name, the sentence "I got your letter," and his cellphone number. Although I really was afraid, as Garfield said, that... Sign in to see full entry.

In an entry in my blog From Death Into Life, accessible through my member profile, I use a similar term to describe a sea change in the use of language at my parish. (Read that entry if you want to find out where I got the title.) This time around, I want to talk about an example of linguistic legerdemain in the secular realm. When my daughter was in the local elementary school, the resource teacher (a certified teacher who serves exclusively as a consultant, or resource, to faculty members... Sign in to see full entry.