Sunday Post 187c

Good evening again and one final greeting for tonight! Firstly, Em’s final, final plodding total for Sunday now stands @ 3483 and secondly, the final, final spam count for the weekend’s thirty-three but thirdly and way most importantly, I’m still owed THIRTY-FOUR MINUTES online if PIG mum boots me off to bed @ 9:45pm!! Argh, I’m careful always not to exceed the PISSY two hours she so gleefully restricts me to; why the heck can’t she just gimme those two most important two hours of my day?? >< *sigh* Righteo, final, final events for tonight?

-        After giving myself fifteen more minutes, I get myself mostly independently kitted. PIG mum comes back to help with Elf’s AFO and both laces, only because she doesn’t wanna be late for the Canto service. Then I let her gleefully FORCE L me to walk over to the bathroom to brush teeth (poor Ela). I note with some alarm that stupid Elf’s hurting slightly with each step I take … ><

Teeth brushed, I sit over the loo for two tinkles, also leaning fully against the side rail and continuing my mostly silent chat to Percy the saint/angel, asking him please to help me get through today okay. I find it's exceedingly important to constantly remind the cruel and unfaithful God that He has no bearing  on  my good day whatsoever, that I am perfectly capable of having a good day without Him, despite Him and apart from Him, because my good day's dependent on my own good attitude. If only God would remember that ... *sigh* He created the phrase 'live and let live', so why the heck can't He lemme live the free, independent life that I deserve? Okay, fair enough, we all only deserve death because of Him, but why can't He just lemme live the life that nearly everyone else gets to live?? *sigh*

-        After washing and drying Era, I walk myself slowly and safely out to the gobbling :P table, rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over. Breakfast was some bird food (what Dr. Ku calls All-Bran XD), one Weet-bix and some delicious Coco Pops Chex! I aso drank one full mug of water, popped all my usual drugs :p and happily watched some Weekend Sunrise~

-        Now @ 9:44pm I’ve played one more game of Bejeweled lasting 6:32. That’s today’s quotas fulfilled, and I’ll willingly hit the sack tonight. XD

When PIG mum’s getting ready, I let her gleefully FORCE L me to walk to the 4WD and she tootles me off to church. Of course, she gleefully forces me to buckle my own seatbelt all day; as usual, she also refuses to lemme turn the radio on, because she’s ‘too busy preparing her heart to worship God’, whatever that means. Doewsn’t matter; I spend that short journey finishing my mostly silent chat to Percy the saint/angel. Remember, however the cruel and unfaithful God tries to make my day bad for me, I won't let that affect me because my good day has NOTHING to do with Him; I'm perfectly capable of having a good day without Him, despite Him and apart from Him. See, my good day's dependent on my own good attitude!

-        At church, I head downstairs, use the loo once then join the final Bible Study class! It’s aptly titled ‘Finishing Up’ coz now we’ve got term break for like three weeks.

-        After Bible study, I use the loo again, grab some morning tea and take a seat. Dad randomly comes over to bar me from getting anymore food; I’m like, “Dude, of course I’m not going to. I’m already seated and munching my two little quarter-triangle sandwiches. One’s tuna with corn; the other, yummy hard-boiled egg with mayo.

-        PIG mum boots me upstairs for ESS fifteen minutes before it actually started, coz she was simply too desperate to join all her fellow aunties who don’t attend Bible study like my dearest dad does for their very informal ‘fellowship’. Not sure why she calls it that, because I’m pretty sure all they do is sit, drink coffee and gossip. They don’t actually do anything Biblical, but hey.

-        Yay, I get to stay seated for worship again~  I sing everything I know, plus the harmony for three songs but like every other week, mean absolutely NOTHING. >< *sigh*

-        Speaker today’s a guy called sth like Peter yan; his sermons about disappointments.

-        After service, I use the loo for two tinkles then PIG mum tootles me off to the Warrigal Square Maccas for a bit of lunch with dad.

-        It’s my ENDLESS FRUSTRATION that dad won’t even lemme eat one pissy little HAPPY MEAL myself! No, today he takes 2/3 of my chips then chomps a huge bite from my already tiny cheeseburger! ><

-        Lunch over, PIG mum tootles me back quickly home and I use the loo for one tinkle, then she tootles me back to church for that calligraphy thing Mel and Jess are taking!

-        Thanks to Julz who immediately vacates the most left seat for me when I arrive.

-        There’s ten students today; Mel starts us tracing the alphabet! Huge thanks to Jess who tapes down my worksheet for me; also, she teaches me how to do each letter~

-        I call PIG mum for parental pickup. Huh, the reason why I’d rather ring home than mobile: because mobiles have caller ID, PIG mum doesn’t bother saying hi; she just answers, “Pick you up?” How rude … *sigh*

-        Back home, I use the loo once then walk myself slowly and safely online, again rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over.

-        I’m content to stay online until PIG mum’s done with her afternoon nap, then I can shower and have afternoon tea; instead, I haveta let her gleefully FORCE L me to walk outside and let her gleefully force mostly poor Ela take down the day’s washing; argh, I HATES standing practice!

-        Back inside, I haveta let her gleefully force poor Ela feed me some fruit. I don’t really mind, coz I’m seated and can fully concentrate; besides, I know what a kick she gets outta being able to gimme instructions, smugly tell me what I’m doing wrong, etc. I mean, it’s not like I don’t know what I need to do; stupid Ela just doesn’t get the message rom my stupid brain! ><

-        But finally, I can shower. You can bet that I softly, slowly but most hatefully sang 22% of my shorter second-favourite song softly, slowly but most hatefully aloud, opening both eyes for all the important numbers.

-        More pain awaited after showering: first, I had to let PIG mum gleefully force poor Ela on 20+ minutes of stupid exercises for her, then dad msde this new wooden contraption that helps him stretch Elf; me, I’m like OW!>< *sigh*

-        Dinner tonight: the yummy rice, lotsa yummy wombok, some fish and three small chunks of delicious chicken.

-        Dinner gulped down with one bowl of really yucky soup, before I walk myself slowly and safely online, rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s neare-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over.

-        At 9pm, I took myself once more slowly and safely to the loo for one tinkle and back, always and again rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over.

-        Toms: well, my torture session with Vincent the physio isn’t till the early arvo; I presume PIG mum’s taking me grocery shopping somewhere, else I don’t see how I’m gonna pass 1000 steps.

-        Spare a thought for poor Elf … think Vincent the physio will lemme sit for my session toms?

-        Kim’s coming to mind me from 4pm till 6pm. Fingers crossed she won’t insist I tie shoelaces, will lemmew drink white tea with two sugars and lemme read for one full hour toms! Righteo, hope everyone has a smashing week ahead~

Cheers,

Em. ^^