the voice of a lounge singer

I was told today that I sound like a lounge singer (because my voice is so low).
"um, thanks." I said That, because he was paying me a compliment, he really likes my voice like this. I just think it sounds stuffed up and nasal-ly. The lounge singer component is added only when I cough my nasty cough that sounds like I've been smokin a pack a day for years.

Today I almost feel like I could conquer the world. It's funny, because I'm definitely not back to 100% yet, but since I Was feeling so awful this "so-so" feeling is like I'm on top of the world. I guess it's all about perspective. and I guess it's never bad to get that little reminder that it's all about perspective.

So I just wanted to tell the world Hello! "Hello, World!"

Something I choose to be glad about today: It's snowing
I could choose to be sad because I really really want it to be spring very very soon. But if I focus on that I will lead myself into a deep dark depression because it's not happening any time soon. And besides the snow is really pretty. So there.

there's just something about flowers

What is it about flowers that make you feel better?
I have three different flower arrangements sitting on the dining room table.

I feel like I've been beaten up over the last couple weeks. First the emotional pain of losing a loved one, immediately followed by the theft of my wallet, immediately followed by severe flu. Yeah, I know, you all envy my week.

This blog wasn't to be about the pain though, but about the joy of flowers. Remember, all you people out there, how much joy flowers can bring a person when they are down.

And thanks to each of you who participated in my joy this week. Love you.

As for me, I'll be sitting here in the house trying to recover so that I can actually be a normal functioning person come Monday morning.

stupid people. argh!

ok, so i find myself wanting to believe that people are basically good. but over and over i learn that "people" are not. i'm not saying that i want to give up on people all together, but dang. sometimes it feels like we'll get to a point in this world where we won't trust anyone. you are probably wondering what pushed me over the edge today. my wallet was stolen. right out of my purse. and it was in my desk, well hiden. someone actually went into my cubicle, under my desk and into my purse.
so i've called every credit card company that i can remember had plastic living in my wallet and as far as i know i'm ok. the theives tried to spend money but i've got good protection and now of course i've cancelled everything. i also filed a police report, just in case. silly me. so now my life shuts down. its no longer easy to get cash, without an atm card. i can't spend money on my credit card. i lost several gift cards (i think thats the saddest part, cause those won't be replaced). and my license and other identification. now i'm going to have to waste a day at the DMV. luckily my insurance cards and social security cards are tucked nicely in my room.
my roomies took me grocery shopping tonight. thanks girls. now i need to find a new wallet before all my new credit cards start coming in the mail. :o)
on with life. no major harm done.

2nd chances

ok, i have to give some credit to my boy napoleon dynamite.
a shout out to you napoleon.
the first time i watched this movie i thought it was quite the waste of time even though i found myself quoting it quite often. i'm sure that has something to do with the trend of my world.
but i watched it again the other night with all my cousins. we all laughed alot. so i must give credit where credit is due. if you have not seen it, don't go in expecting much, cause well, you will be let down. but if you are in a goofy mood and wanting to watch a pointless but funny movie, i recommend. you must check out the deleted kickball game scene (we actually watched that scene a few times.) he he.

also check out this sight for some good laughs.
http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/ndsound.php

the end

My Grandpa is in Heaven.

lost

i'm lost.
i don't know what to do with myself.
i'm at my parents house today. i came home to celebrate my brother's birthday with him and my dad. my mom is in FL with my grandparents.
it seems lately that i cry more than i do anything else. that however is not reality. i know that its not. but since i've just finished another bout of tears, that is where my head is. so. my grandfather is doing really bad. he can't breathe very well and the decision makers are having a hard time deciding whether or not to put him back on the ventalator. first of all, his whole throat and mouth is scabbed up from the last time he had it in. second of all, if they put it in that creates more risk for his already weak heart. evidently he has tubes coming out of his body all over the place and he looks awful. and i just keep thinking, Lord, if you are going to take him, do it, this sucks. hes in so much pain. but he wants to live, hes fighting. even though his heart is barely beating, and hes gasping for air, and his blood pressure is extremely low.
did i mention that the decision makers are my mom and my aunt.
he has full cognition though.
gosh, i thought he was doing so much better. he WAS doing so much better. what happened? what does all this mean?
my poor grandma. i can't imagine what it must be like to be married to someone for 55yrs and then be spending weeks at the hospital wondering whether or not your sweetie will ever be coming home again.
ah. tears.

i praise the Lord that there are no estranged relationships in my family. i praise the Lord that my grandfather knows and loves his heavenly father more than anything. i praise the Lord that when i my grandfather does die that he will be partying with Jesus for eternity. there are so many things to be thankful for. but still sadness overcomes me.

i want you to understand my grandpa though... my mom said that he is trying to communicate by pointing and writing on the white board. earlier today he kept pointing down and they didn't know what he was saying, so he wrote on the white board, "farts." he wanted them to know that he was farting. his soul is so young.

my prayer is for him to live. but Lord seriously, he's in so much pain, if he's coming home, bring him home already.

passed with flying colors

i forgot to mention to you all that i passed my state licensure exam with lots of breathing room. now i just have to get my ID # and i'm official. yehaw!