This is our front yard a few days ago. The roses are in full bloom and are gorgeous and very fragrant. Enjoy viewing them! I even got hubs to spring for another rose bush. I'll show it in a later post. It's magnificent also.
And this one is one of my favorites. Actually, I have several favorites but pink and yellow is my favorite color combo so it's high on my list.
As I said earlier, I am on a mission for my church—The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I thought it would be a breeze; I've never worked as hard in my life. I'm doing a Family History mission, which means I can do it out of my home on my computer. But I've had to learn so many new programs that are NOT familiar to the general public: SugarCRM, inContact, Googledocs, WebReference, wikis for the church, MeetingPlace and a few more. I'm supposed to commit to at least 15 hours a week. I thought "no problem." I was wrong! It's been a major challenge. I was trained for 4 or 5 weeks. This past Monday, along with something else, I totally lost it and broke down crying to Love Bunny. I explained what had happened to me that day (story below) and how low I was feeling about the whole thing. He set me straight, but more about that after the next story.
Last year my primary physician told me it was time for a colonoscopy. Well, y'all know what that means: drinking the most dreaded drink known to man. But I agreed. I went down the hall to the doctor she recommended, scheduled an appointment for a consultation and several days later I met with a woman in the doctor's office who wasn't the most pleasant of individuals and was a severe person, and I'm still not sure if she was a nurse, FNP, PA or just his assistant as her manner of dress gave no indication. She took my history and when I went back out to the receptionist, she scheduled an appointment for the procedure. I did a "mental shrug" and wondered about how this was going to work. Now, I don't know about you all but I want to meet the doctor before going into the surgery room. I didn't think this was out of line one bit. I absolutely take a very assertive stance in my healthcare and all other parts of my life. So I called back to cancel the procedure until I'd met the man. This has taken several months because he wasn't always available. I said that wasn't a problem; I'd wait. Meanwhile, my doctor was pressuring me to have it done. I finally called again to the other doctor and scheduled. They then called me back and asked WHY I wanted to see him. He didn't see why that was so important. So I had to explain to the doctor's receptionist (who was a sweetheart) WHY. I was experiencing a bit of a problem but didn't want to tell the whole office, for crying out loud. After explaining in the most intimate details the problem to the receptionist, she said that she'd relay the information to the doctor. She was as embarrassed as I was.
Well, this past Monday I went to his office and was escorted into a consultation room. When he walked in—I've never ever SEEN the man before—he wouldn't even meet my eyes. I held out my hand as he DIDN'T and he had no choice but to shake my hand. It went downhill from there. He was rude, arrogant, disdainful, contemptuous and told me 2 times to not interrupt him. Why I didn't just get up and walk out I don't know. I came home, went out to dinner with hubs,vented to him and asked for counsel as he knows me better than any other human being. He just said, "I don't see why you're even asking. Cancel the appointment and go back to your old doctor [the one who has performed the procedure 2 other times and is a surgeon]." Hubs is so practical! I didn't need validation as I knew I was in the right but I was so stunned by that man's behavior I wondered how he even got patients. If he doesn't like meeting with his patients then he should seek another line of work. His bedside/chairside manner was atrocious. I even asked him about the little problem I was having and asked if when he performed the procedure if he would do a surgery is anything was wrong. He said, "No." I sat there stunned waiting for an explanation. Then I asked why and he said he wasn't a surgeon; he was a D.O. Okay, that was the clincher for me. I knew this wasn't going to be a match. That's when I drew hubs into the picture.
My point here is with the new healthcare laws we need to take an even greater interest and be assertive in our healthcare. Plus, do NOT put up with this "God-like" behavior with any doctor! It's your life and your body. Be assertive!
On Same Sex Marriage: Marriage long ago ceased to be a promise made before God and community for man to take care of woman until death do us part, for man and woman to take care of their children until they are old enough to take care of themselves.
In its place is a half-meant promise to live together until man and woman are sick of each other or no longer have sufficiently enjoyable sex, with children fitting somewhere alongside who gets the Prius as a priority.
I am so blessed to have the same original man with whom I started out married life. He knows my physical flaws, the sagging body, the wrinkles, the age spots, the scars, all my imperfections and still loves me with all the vigor of a first love.
What we do in life echoes in eternity so you'd better shape up here.
When my daughter gave me access to her Netflix account recently while recuperating from foot surgery, I watched DVDs on my laptop. I noticed how smoking is so prevalent in the movies. I don't smoke and never have, just as a personal choice, not just because of my religion. But I certainly want to have the freedom to smoke for others who do. Now, I'm finding it very hypocritical for the Hollywood types to condemn everything that is the "hot item" of the year here and then do just as THEY want. I don't believe there was one single movie that they didn't smoke like a fiend. I was truly astounded after hearing them wanting to ban smoking.