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A Letter of Love to My Husband

Posted Thursday, November 19, 2009 (1 day 16 hours ago.) Viewed 27 times.

 
There isn't always enough time to say and do the things that we would like to do in life. Before you know it, the years pass by so suddenly. So, I thought I would take this time to tell you how much I love you.
 
I realize that living with me can be difficult at times; and for your patience and understanding I thank you. Sometimes I have wondered why you put up with me, what it is about me that you find so attractive, why you stay with me. But, day upon day, and year upon year you have proven your faithful devotion to me again and again. And, for that I thank you.
 
When I have been discouraged or weak or sick, you were there. When I was broken and battered and confused, you were there. When I was confused and defeated and could not love myself, you were there. In all these ways you have loved me.
 
I have not always known how to show love. Before I met you I never thought I would be able to love again. But, you have inspired me. There is something about you that has forever changed me and my heart. I have found the capacity within to love you and every day I love you more.
 
I love you because of your smile and your laughter and your encouraging words. I love you because of all the sacrifices you make for me. I love you because of your unflinching commitment to me. I love you because... you love me.
 
I hope that you can understand that there is a place beyond words and emotions where the expression of my love for you dwells. I can scarcely define for you how very much I love you and the words seem to only scratch the surface. But know, that my love for you is real and growing and deeper and richer every day. I am so grateful that God has given you to me as a gift.
 
Through you I have found love and learned to love again.
 
I love you.

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Ghost Writers in the Storm - Help for Disabled Authors

Posted Monday, November 09, 2009 (11 days 11 hours ago.) Viewed 53 times.

Well, here I go again. I'd like to say that I am all fine and wonderful. But, I'm not. Some of you may recall that one year ago I had a series of mishaps which resulted in me breaking several bones... eight to be exact, on three different occasions.
 
Well, one of these breaks never healed correctly. Subsequently, I had to go to an Orthopedic surgeon, have my bone in my arm re-broken. As if that is not bad enough, the doctor had to remove bone from my hip to graph it into my arm, with a rod and pins. Between that, my insulin pump and nebulizer I'm beginning to feel like a bionic woman.
 
The only thing the doctors have not been able to do for me is figure out a way to type my articles. Ah... such are the storms of life.
 
Speaking of storms, however, wouldn't it be nice if authors had access to an automated system which would not only input the data for articles, stories and poems, but also compose then? Well, I don't have that. But, I do have the next best thing... a ghost writer.
 
Now, I don't know exactly why substitute writers are called ghost writers. I mean, after all, have you ever seen a ghost? Well... some of you, perhaps. But, have you ever seen a ghost writing? As I try to imagine such a thing, my mind takes me to some rather odd places. Because, first of all, how would a ghost writer type without their hands going through the keyboard?
 
It kind of reminds me of the movie Ghost, with Patrick Swazey and Whoopie Goldberg. Do you remember when he got angry and tried to punch the bad guy? How his fists just went right through him? It took him a while, but he finally figured out how to move material things... something I'm still trying to do. Like dishes, or pulling up my pants, or washing my hair. Have you ever tried to wash your hair with one hand? Or for that matter... washing your hand? You noticed I said hand and not hands. All you can do sometimes is just hold a piece of soap in one hand and scrub it with your thumb.... OH BOY!
 
OK... so do you get my drift?
 
With so many problems and difficulties just figuring out how to do some of the simplest things in life how in tar-nation' am I supposed to be able to engage in my labor of love... writing?
 
I have discovered that with a little practice I do pull my pants up just fine now. And, no, they are not always all bunched up on one side. And, yes, I have even figured out a way to do dishes, and wash my hair and many other things. And let me tell you... it's loads of fun! Not really.
 
At times like this, its great to have help. Especially when it comes to writing. Let me tell you, ghost writers are worth their weight in gold! Now, think about that... how much does a ghost weigh?
 
But really, it makes me feel kind of special. All I have to do is think of an article and it almost magically appears online!
 
Ahhh, the joys of broken bones.
 
Forget about prince charming... Throw away your Calgon lotion... Ghost writer sweep me away!
 
 
 

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Doctors, Thank You Cards and Health Insurance

Posted Wednesday, September 16, 2009 (65 days 21 hours ago.) Viewed 1,387 times.

My article submission over the last year has gone down immensely and I miss everyone at Search Warp. I would apologize but it is not my fault. I can't help that I have been running around with a broken wrist for almost a year now.

Will someone please remind me to send the old orthopedic doctor a thank you note? I have plenty of other ideas, yet that wouldn't be to Christian of me to follow through on what I am capable of thinking. It just really upsets me that I now will have to have surgery and have wasted money on the other doctor who by the way didn't like my health insurance. I know, I know, I should be grateful that I even have insurance.

Nonetheless, I thought I might lighten things up by sharing some of my warped ideas before I prayed for him and sent that thank you note.

1) I would call in using different names and make new appointments for each name I could think of.

2) I would call again with as many different insurance names and personal names and make appointments.

3) I would call and insist on what his credentials are before I made an appointment.

4) Finally I of course, would not keep any of these appointments. After all, he wouldn't have my real name or phone number.

There are many more things I could think of, yet I need to let this one go. DARN!

I realize that my wrist is not completely his fault and I should be grateful that I even have health insurance. However, I am not looking forward to another surgery. I just thank the good Lord that I changed doctors and he is very thorough and won't put up with my bologna. Yes, I am quite impish, just don't tell anyone as I am apt to deny it.

Now I am going to go get that thank you card but would still love to hear some feedback from you about what you might do.


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Brainstorming Gives Me a Headache

Posted Friday, July 03, 2009 (140 days 12 hours ago.) Viewed 780 times.

I was taught that when I wanted to write creatively that I needed to write down my thoughts and run with it. They called it brainstorming and I am not so sure that you would want me to do that today. Brainstorming gives me a headache. Allow me to explain.

This morning I woke up brainstorming an article for SearchWarp. I just knew that I had to write something new and exciting. So, off to my computer I dashed. But, when I turned on my computer, I realized that I had to have my morning coffee with hazelnut before I got started. So, I went into the kitchen to start the coffee. 

But, when I noticed that there were a few dishes in the sink I realized that I needed to wash them. And, as I did the dishes it occurred to me that the counters needed to be wiped down, the floor swept, laundry started and the trash taken out.

While I was taking the trash out, I noticed that the rose garden needed to be watered so I went to get the hose and noticed that the sprinkler was still attached, so I watered the lawn and decided to pick some weeds.

It was only then that I remembered that I had neglected to start the coffee. Therefore, I went back into the kitchen, poured some water in Mr. Coffee, and went into the cupboard to get the coffee grounds, when I realized that I would need to buy some more coffee soon. So, I added it to my shopping list, along with butter, and sugar, and flower, soda, water, soap, canned goods, bread, cereal and other items.

When I finished making out my shopping list I knew that I would have to shower before I went to the store, so into the shower I went. When I was done with my morning shower I remembered that I had left the sprinkler running on the lawn so I went to turn it off and remembered that I needed to water the rose garden.

While I was watering the rose garden I noticed how beautiful the flowers looked and thought of how nice a bouquet would look on my kitchen table so I went to get some scissors to clip some blossoms. But, while I was retrieving the scissors I noticed some mail that I had not yet opened, so I opened it and found some bills that needed to be paid. So, I got out my checkbook and started writing out payments.

It was only then that I remembered that I had started the coffee, so I went into the kitchen to get a cup, but Mr. Coffee had already gone cold. I was about to start a fresh part of coffee, but remembered that the water was still running in the rose garden. I was about to turn off the water in the garden, but remembered that the laundry needed to be put into the dryer. I was about to put the laundry into the dryer and remembered that I was brainstorming an article for SearchWarp.

So, I went back to my computer and was about to start typing when I realized that it was about lunchtime and I had not eaten all day, so I went back into the kitchen to get something to eat. It was then that I realized I had a furious headache, so I went to get some aspirin, which I had neglected to put on my shopping list.

That is when it occurred to me that brainstorming gives me a headache.

 


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