Friday, February 28, 2014

Never Alone (a serious note)


My mom has been on Hospice for over two years from her complications with Alzheimer’s. She hasn’t been able to move, speak, or from what I can tell, even know when we are in the room for a very long time. Her body has atrophied and twisted…yet with that being said, she is still “healthy”. If I could understand for one moment what she has been going through in her own mind, I am pretty sure I would break apart and just collapse into the ground.

 

When people watch their loved ones go through these types of things, it is hard, it is frustrating and it leaves them with a sad/angry frustration that can permanently flip their lives around. Often the range of emotions are so big that people tend to isolate themselves and “go to their corners” to think, worry, plan and weep. It seems odd but we often pull apart in isolation when we should pull together for support. It’s part of our human nature that is a weakness and not a strength: to do the opposite of what is best for us.

 

Maybe part of this is to not burden others or maybe we just don’t trust our emotions in public. Either way, we often find ourselves suffering in silence when our loved ones are facing a terminal illness or traumatic event. In these same situations, I see people lose their faith…I understand that. When the human experience turns so terrible we wonder where God is. We question how He could let it happen. We forget that we are trying to explain things in human terms. It’s like having one little black piece of a giant puzzle and trying guess or assume that we know what the entire picture is. I have my ideas and ways to help explain, we all do. The thing I think that is important is that I don’t think for one second God likes this. I think He grieves with us and for us . He also knows our time here, though precious, is brief. In the bigger picture, our entire life here on earth is like one breath in our eternal life. We have to remember that God lets man make his own decisions. He lets man make bad choices. He allows man to pollute the air, water, food and every aspect of this earth. Unfortunately, innocent people end up paying the price for the evil intentions and ignorance of others. No matter how blessed or cursed our lives seem to be,  it is a temporary appointment.

 

I understand how people can lose their faith when faced with seemingly impossible life situations, situations that are tragic and have no happy endings. Once again, I think we find ourselves doing the opposite of what we should be doing. We pull away from our faith, God and our church families when what we need to be doing is clinging to and leaning on, all of the above. If you find yourself in one of these type situations, remember to try to keep perspective. There are times when you will need to be alone but remember not to wall yourself in . Allow people who care about you to care for you. God has the broadest shoulders and wants you to lean on Him. He wants you to know He is there to support you through all of life’s struggles. He will let you pull away, walk away and fall away, but He will stay and wait. We bear the burden/joy of living in a broken world, a beautiful, damaged, wonderful, tragic, amazing, broken world…but we are really never alone, no matter how much we may feel it or how much we may try to isolate ourselves.

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Chip and Dip

 
I know better than to bring any kind of snacky/chippy things into the house. I know that no matter what size the bag, I will treat it as one serving. Well, last night’s Kroger run happened whilst I had the munchies. I saw a bag of some kind of flat pretzel-thins that were labeled “less fat” so I got them. It hit me later, “less fat than what?” I also grabbed some baked “less fat” (less than what?) corn chips and some baked “less fat” (less than what?) kettle style chips. Why did my inner chipaholic emerge? What was the trigger? Well, I had decided to make some spinach/artichoke dip. I don’t do this often so when I actually do make it, I make it cafeteria style …aka enough to feed a room full of people (even if that room is just going to be filled with me).          

 

The flat less fat pretzels were designated as the travel snack that would see me safely and non-hypoglycemically back home for the one mile ride. Once home, I whipped up a trough of dip and tried it with my remaining half bag of less fat pretzels. MMMmmmmm. For some reason, when something is labeled as “less fat” , I tell myself it has no calories. As the bag emptied I flipped it over to see how many servings it was supposed to be (in Ethiopia) and then did some math. It seems I had just had 1000 calories of less fat pretzels. I still had some dip left in my version of a single serving so I wanted to try it out with my less fat corn chips. Deeelish! About ¼ bag into this I ran out of my single serving dip and decided it was time to put the chip clip to good use, either on the bag or on my lips. When I put it away I noticed my less fat kettle chips and thought that now would be a great time to comparison taste. You can eat a half a family bag of those hearty crunchsters before you know it.

 

I don’t have a calculator handy, so there is really no possible way for me to know the damage of my post dinner plunder but I am pretty sure it has been significant. All I know is that I wasn’t feeling the least bit guilty during Dipfest 2014. My non-guilty conscious was telling me that I was getting my daily dose of spinach and artichokes while my love handles and subsequent jiggly parts (known  hithertofore as all adjoining parts that continue to move for a few seconds after I stomp my foot) were simply chanting “cream cheese, cream cheese”.

 

I”ll be glad when all this chip and dip is out of the house…which will probably be by this time tomorrow night. In the future, if you see me at Kroger with a bag of chips in my hands just run up to me and smack them right out of my hands; just do it. You will be doing me and my pants a favor. If you do see me in Kroger and I have a bag of chips in my hands and you walk over and smack it right out of my hands, I am sure you will be safe. On the off chance that hypoglycemia has set in, you will notice my ears fly back flat to the sides of my head and my hair will stand straight up on top of my head as a result of suddenly being chipless. If that happens, just back away…slowly, and nobody will get hurt.  

Monday, February 10, 2014

My Hang Ups


OK, what's the deal with hangers? All I have to do is open my closet and some article of clothing will kamikaze right off of a hanger without me even touching it. On the other hand, if I want to get an empty hanger out or if I need to pick a hanger up off the floor (every day), that hanger will stick to anything and everything like the world's best round of the  Barrel of Monkeys game. Today I tried to pick up a fallen hanger and somehow it hooked up and around the hem of my pants and locked in. I picked up my leg and that hanger was white knuckling my hem. I put my foot back down and tried to get better balance for the unthreading procedure and my other foot got stuck inside the hanger. Next I knew the game had changes from Barrel of Monkeys to Pogo stick riding and then to a failed Houdini trick. I seriously almost broke my neck doing this. I did break the hanger. Who designed hangers, Satan? I tell you what, design a better hanger system and you will be rich.ed to pick up a fallen hanger and somehow it hooked up and around the hem of my pants and locked in. I picked up my leg and that hanger was white knuckling my hem. I put my foot back down and tried to get better balance for the unthreading procedure and my other foot got stuck inside the hanger. I seriously almost broke my neck doing this. I did break the hanger. Who designed hangers, Satan? I tell you what, design a better hanger system and you will be rich.ed to pick up a fallen hanger and somehow it hooked up and around the hem of my pants and locked in. I picked up my leg and that hanger was white knuckling my hem. I put my foot back down and tried to get better balance for the unthreading procedure and my other foot got stuck inside the hanger. I seriously almost broke my neck doing this. I did break the hanger. Who designed hangers, Satan? I tell you what, design a better hanger system and you will be rich.ed to pick up a fallen hanger and somehow it hooked up and around the hem of my pants and locked in. I picked up my leg and that hanger was white knuckling my hem. I put my foot back down and tried to get better balance for the unthreading procedure and my other foot got stuck inside the hanger. I seriously almost broke my neck doing this. I did break the hanger. Who designed hangers, Satan? I tell you what, design a better hanger system and you will be rich.ed to pick up a fallen hanger and somehow it hooked up and around the hem of my pants and locked in. I picked up my leg and that hanger was white knuckling my hem. I put my foot back down and tried to get better balance for the unthreading procedure and my other foot got stuck inside the hanger. I seriously almost broke my neck doing this. I did break the hanger. Who designed hangers, Satan? I tell you what, design a better hanger system and you will be rich.