Sunday, January 25, 2015

Back to Acceptance

Sorry that I don’t have an inspirational blog to share this Sunday. Well, maybe you will find this inspirational. It may inspire you to never give up, never surrender. And that the experts aren’t always the ones who are going to get you the help you need.

If you read yesterday’s blog, you know that my internet connection died. As I was posting that, however, I was confident that my internet would be back up and running on Monday, and that I would survive until then.

When I got home from town yesterday, there was a voice mail from my internet server, someone named Dan, reporting to me that my issue had been resolved and my help ticket had been closed. Hmm? Earlier in the day, when I had ended the hour-long conversation with some marginally helpful woman, it was my understanding that a technician was coming to my house on Monday to fix my problem. To me, that didn’t mean my issue was resolved.

I called back to the help desk and got someone young man named Juan, or something like that. I told him that I just wanted to make sure that someone was still coming to my house on Monday to fix my internet. He wanted to know what the problem was. I told him about the long conversation I had had three hours before and what the resolution was. He told me to go to my computer and try typing in – when I interrupted him. Could he just tell me if someone was coming on Monday?

He put me on hold (oh, and by the way I was on hold for fifteen minutes before I got Juan in the first place). When he came back on the line, he sounded confused but was convinced that no one was coming to my house. I asked him why. He said the issue had been resolved. I asked him who did that. He said someone named Mark. Who is Mark, I wondered, but before I could ask, Juan asked me again to go to my computer and type in some IDP number or something.

I told him again that I had spent an hour with some woman typing in two hundred different numbers, letters and messages and the problem was not resolved. He just kept talking and wouldn’t shut up. I started out kindly trying to get him to stop, but it kind of escalated until I was yelling at him, “shut up, shut up, shut up!” I was so loud that the dog started barking.

Finally he quit talking long enough to say, “don’t yell at me”. I said I was sorry and that I would try something else, and I hung up.

I called back a few minutes later, was on hold again for 15 or 20 minutes, before I finally got through to Keith. I told him what had happened and that I had lost my temper with the last rep and I was sorry about that, but I just wanted someone to listen.

Keith patiently listened and when I was done, he said, “there are a few things we could try, but I think that you have already tried everything possible. I think we should just send you a new modem. The request won’t go in until Monday, but you should have it by Wednesday.”

Wednesday? Ok, I can deal with this until then, I just need to know that this will work. I was pretty sure it would, coz we have had problems with our external modem in the past and all it takes is getting a new one set up.

Throughout the day yesterday I would check my connection just for fun. The computer just kept saying, “No internet connection”. I could check email and stuff again every day from work starting on Monday. I would survive.

When we went to bed last night, I decided to turn everything off and unhook all the internet connections and just let the whole thing sleep overnight. I got up this morning, and also just for fun, I unhooked the other end of the cables, turned them around and plugged them back in. Just for fun.

The icon in the bottom right hand corner glowed, “internet connection available”.

I don’t know. I guess some days are diamonds, some days are stones. I don’t think this connection will last, but it is what it is. Maybe only a rhinestone, but I’ll take it.  

Saturday, January 24, 2015

And I'm Down til Monday

I had a totally unexpected glitch in the system yesterday. My internet connection went out on me. It has been funky and unreliable for the last few months. We blamed it on the fact that there is just too much information out there, too many YouTube videos, too much noise in the airwaves, and the antique (isn’t anything a couple years old an antique nowadays?) phone lines that our internet enters my house via (though my internet server says it is broadband or high speed or something) just cannot keep up. I think that it is kind of like our brains. I know my brain can only handle so much before it starts to shut down.

I just spent an entire hour on the phone with customer service. She made me type in twenty-nine hundred different things and the whole time I kept telling her, but it says I have no internet access, I don't think this going to work. She answered with, but all the lights are blinking on your modem so the internet is getting into your house just not into your computer. 

Well, I do have to admit that I know next to nothing about this, but I do know that my problems have never been solved by sitting on the phone with customer service for an hour. 

So someone's coming out on Monday.

So I drove into my place of employment this morning and borrowed their internet to post this, just so I can get this posted, as well as take care of two other things in my ebox that shouldn't wait until next week. 

I'm trying not to have a meltdown. I start to go into the DTs when I am not connected to the internet every few hours. I know, that is a bad thing and I need to disconnect more often for longer periods of time. And I will, but just not right now, when I have a bunch of deadlines coming up. Ok, granted, they are deadlines in my own head, because if I don’t give myself deadlines, I pretty much don’t get anything done. Isn’t everyone else the say way? The problem is that none of my deadlines can be met without internet excess. Snail mail? Yea, that’s not going to happen and if it did, guess what? I need to look up the addresses on the internet first anyway. 

I suppose this should teach me a lesson. Just like my cell phone. I don’t know anyone’s phone numbers anymore, all I do is look up their phone number on my cell phone, even if I am going to call them from my landline (because I don’t have cell phone coverage at my house in the woods), I look up their number on the cell first. I have a couple physical addresses in my cell phone too, but just tonight, I said, enough of that and I did write them down with pen on paper and stuck the paper in my paper address book. 

I was thinking about running into town again tonight and tomorrow to go online and take care of stuff, post blogs, check Facebook, etc. But you know what? I am just going to disconnect until Monday. It may do me some good. See ya then. 

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Hubby's Man-Cave

I’m sitting here tonight wasting time watching “Rehab Addict” on HGTV. It is one of the few shows I watch, and most of the other shows I watch are on HGTV as well (House Hunters, Fixer Upper, Property Brothers). You remember that I am pretty much as boring as they come.

So I watch those shows, and think, “how I wish I could remodel my house like that!” Instead, the extent of remodeling I do is to paint. Or let the hubby paint.

The first week of January, which I talked the hubby into taking off with me, I managed to leave him home while I went to Michigan with my daughter. He was pretty happy to see me go so he could paint his man-cave by himself.

All that was left for me when I got home was to put the room back together. 

 Before the room was painted in black and white checkerboard, it actually was Packer green and yellow. I was too lazy to scan those pictures tonight, but I promise to some day break out the old photo albums and scan all the before, during and after pictures of my house from the last 24 years.

Someday, we will also put a ceiling in this room and hopefully I will be able to talk the hubby into taking the fiberglass insulation out of the windows and let me hang curtains. 

Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Wildlife Wednesday - the Saola

I had two other ideas for my post today, but then this adorable little creature came back into my head and said, “pick me, pick me.”

Over the weekend I was looking up something totally unrelated, when I discovered the saola on the World Wildlife Fund’s website. Only first discovered in 1992, the elusive saola lives in the Annamite Mountains of Laos and Vietnam. None have survived in captivity for long and no one is sure what their numbers in the wild are. Estimates range from a few hundred to less than twenty. Scientists have only positively identified the saola in the wild four times.

The word saola (pronounced: sow-la) means “spindle horns” in Vietnamese. The animal is named such because of its two parallel horns which can reach 20 inches in length and are found on both males and females. Their coloring is chocolate brown to deep red with distinctive white markings on its face. They can weigh between 175 to 220 pounds and average 32 to 35 inches tall.  

Often called the Asian unicorn, they are most closely related to the cows, though they look more like they should be in the deer or antelope families. I don’t remember that much from high school biology, but I do remember trying to memorize certain class-order-family-genus-species of certain animals and that there was a reason each animal went in each group. 

But back to my beautiful little saola. They are so critically endangered because they only live in a very limited habitat, one which is shrinking from deforestation and development. Many are caught and killed in snares which are set up by the local people to catch other species. It has been through the locals, however, that the most information about the saola has been gleaned.
(Pictures from the WWF website. Please click here to learn more about this critically endangered animal.)

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Guess Who? then guess what

 You haven’t heard from me in a while. That is a good thing, though, coz I usually only write Mom’s blog for her when she has a headache. She is very sad coz she has had this headache for two days and it really bugs her. She says she has too many things to do and that she doesn’t have time to lay around waiting for her headache to go away.

I think she just needs to spend all day cuddling on the couch with me when she has a headache and that would make it go away sooner.

Anyway, now that I have the computer, I wonder if you would like to help us out. Everyone always asks what breed I am, to which Mom answers, “Mutt”, and I am totally ok with that, but we do just wonder sometimes what my real mom and dad might have been.

I know you have seen lots of pictures of me, but here are some more. Also they say I weigh about 60 pounds and I come up just past Mom’s knee.
If you want to take a guess at which champions’ blood I have running through me, let us know. It would make Mom very happy.
 What else do you need to know about me which might help you out? 
 I love to run.
 And I love to swim.
I even love being in a pontoon boat just looking at the water. 
 I love my cats. 
But mostly I think they love me more. 
But what I love the most is my whole family!

Monday, January 19, 2015

Let the Anticipation Begin!

My husband and I are horrible home-bodies. We each come home from work and never leave the house (or yard) until we have to go to work next time. Saturday nights we do venture to church and once in a while we go out to eat afterwards with some church-friends. Other than that, my husband goes grocery shopping once a week and I go shopping or to see my daughter every couple weeks. There’s the occasional road trip or a day trip, but that’s mostly in the summer.

Sure I make plans for vacation every year. This year, in addition to our daughter’s wedding in August, we have two other out-of-town weddings to plan for. Sometimes, though, it just feels like we never do anything.

So this weekend I made plans. Yes, my word of the year – anticipation – has come into play. I’m so excited. My husband and I talk about doing this kind of stuff all the time, but it just never happens. So Saturday afternoon, I was on the internet, I found what I wanted to do, and what I was positive the hubby wanted to do, checked his schedule and found that he was off. And just like that, I ordered us some tickets.

Hotel California, here we come!!!!

Sunday, January 18, 2015

Not up on current events, but . . .

I don't follow the news as much as I should. I just can't stomach all the senseless violence. Instead of one anti-christ, it seems as if there are 30 of them out there, terrorizing innocent men, women, and children around the world. Then they have the gall to say that these killings are in the name of their god. Exactly who would follow such a god? 

Because I don't stay on top of current events, I can't comment much more than that about what I see going on around me. All I know is that it is getting pretty bad, and according to the Bible, is going to become even worse before it is through. But these mindless killings occurred even during Biblical times. 

Day 27
Herod, when he realized that the scholars had tricked him, flew into a rage. He commanded the murder of every little boy two years old and under who lived in Bethlehem and its surrounding hills. (He determined that age from information he’d gotten from the scholars.) (Matthew 2:16)

Several times in the Bible, a king ordered the extermination of all young boys. Back in the Old Testament book of Exodus, Pharaoh, king of Egypt, commanded that all baby boys be drowned. He wasn’t afraid of any one boy in particular growing up and threatening his power. Instead, Pharaoh saw all Jews as a menace. Because they were such a strong people, he feared they would one day arise and conquer Egypt. To prevent this from happening, he ordered that the baby boys be killed, but he left the baby girls alone because he didn’t see them as a threat.

Wouldn’t it be horrifying to live in a time when such things happened? Are you thankful that you do not live in a society where that could occur? Surely you have heard on the news where countries around the world are currently killing babies and children. Is abortion in this country any different?

(From "The Early Life of Jesus in 40 Days", available through Life Sentence Publishing,, Barnes and Noble and of course me.)
A very sick baby from my first trip to Kenya. All babies should have the same chance at life.