Oh crap. I just got a spine chilling wave of anxiety. Thank the Lord and chew Wellbutrin like candy! The last thing I need before a weekend road trip (hockey) is a mini-melt down.
I'd better put some perky tunes on and watch Monty Python on Youtube.

My back hurts today. Oh. What a surprise.

I did a bunch of running around and even went downtown to get Zach's SIN number, only to find out that I've had it for 5 years. I opened a pocket of my wallet, and there it was. What a dorkwad!!!!

I have to get ready to go to Bangor on Friday. Zach has a tournament and poor moi has to drive. Hello Marden's and Kohl's and what ever else I find. The boy needs some shorts. Children's Place in the USA has 'husky' sizes. Hopefully I can find him a few pairs. Or I'll scour every store in sight, you know, for the boy.

John said the rink is cold, so I'll bring my Quechua blanket and some wool socks.

A get away will be nice. Ahhhhhhhhh.

Ahhhhhhhhh. Only 6 more months and I'll be winging to my beloved Bolivia!! The photo above was taken in a gorgeous village called Mojon K'hasa (mow-hon ka-sa). We got to watch the sun rise at 12,000 feet. The hike UP to the trucks was 1000 vertical feet. Not including the switch backs. It was step-step-breathe for about half an hour. Absolutely brutal. Then a lovely Quechua man jogged up the trail carrying our generator on his back. It was unreal!! I am so looking forward to saying "Dios Tata benday si su chune" again. 10,000 Bolivianos to whoever knows what that means.

I worked in the front garden today. It hurts like crazy to move, but the 13 different iris plants waved hello. :)

Ah, Spring is the beautiful morning that God gives our year.

I just sent a query to Rachelle Gardner. I may go pass out now.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

On the perils of self important , legalistic Christians...


...the woman was only being Biblical. In Narcissist chapter one and verse four, we read: “other people’s sins are to be shared publicly in a spirit of concern so that they might turn from their ways and become as thine self.” Also, that person was separating your sins as far as the east is from the west, which geometrically is Australia.

The proper response to such actions should also be Biblical. I believe it was in Paul’s Epistle to Epicureans the where he said “bite me.”

Grace is so cool. With it we can even forgive the worst of sinners and other church leaders.

Is this the day? Is this the day my translations come and I can FINALLY query my manuscript??? Is waiting on a little old lady a huge lesson in patience?? Ohhhhh I think so. I have a query all ready to go, but I need a simple paragraph's worth of Navajo to wrap everything up neatly and tie it with a bow. I think God must spend alot of time waiting for me to get it together.

Life costs money.

Lots and lots of money. I wish I had the moolah to do everything that we NEED. I need a fairy godmother. Or maybe some faith that all will work out how it's supposed to work out? Yup, I need to keep praying over my trip to Bolivia, my various projects, and my friend Jean Jones.

Waves.
Hi. Umm, yeah.
It's been a week or ...100.
Hi David.

This won't be nice. I am MAD.
Remember last year when I'd talk about how bad my feet hurt? ALL the time???
Well, thankfully the (stupid) orthotics guy (who has commercials) never did notice the real problem. I mean, he's SUPPOSED to notice the difference between one problem and another. Right?!?!? Please just take my 375$ and don't really check my feet. The orthotics worked for a bit, but by Christmas, I was either in running shoes or hiking boots. The months floated by, with sore feet. Almost everyday. A few weeks ago my feet just kept getting worse and worse. I'm sure that standing and baking was the catalyst to another wicked flare up.
*****Baking for the Quechua? Completely worh the pain, just in case you're curious.*****

So I got into the doctor on Wednesday, I got his rather nice resident who I've seen before. So we did the "what is wrong" chat. She listened to me and as I spoke, she looked at me and said "that problem requires a surgical solution".
Crickets. Plenty of them.
"Ummmm. Can't we try physio first? Maybe?"
"Well, yes, we *can* try that, then perhaps if that doesn't work, we'll try the cortisone shots (that go IN your FEET) but the permanent recovery will most likely be through surgery". We discussed me waiting for the surgery until after I return fom Bolivia, as the recovery time, if I had something done over the summer, wouldn't give my foot enough time to strengthen.
Inner freaking commences. Mental math about WHEN to have the feet done, one at a time of course.
"Oh, umm, well, let's try physio FIRST, okay?"
"Yes, we can do that, and I'll send a referral to Doctor Makesalot." We then also discussed NOT getting the referral and just doing physio. Then on the way home I changed my mind, because sometimes referrals can talke months. So I called the doctor's office and requested a referral.
Later that day, 1Boy was in to get his allergy shots, and the receptionist politely broke the news about the foot surgeon.
What did she tell me that has me freaked???

The foot surgeon's office told her that there is a bit of a wait to even get an appointment.
3years to be exact. In case it's an emergency.
I welled up with tears and said to the receptionist "is not being able to walk an emergency?"
She said to do the physio and then come back to see my doctor and he and I could talk.

Tickets to the pity party are in the mail.

Another one?

Here goes another one...more later.