Friday Post 278b

Heylo again and please excuse the first post; you know I still get too excited whenever I get the chance to post before midday. XD Firstly, today I’ve only been hard @ work plodding 296 steps (obviously, I’ve not left the house yet!); secondly, TWFT topic’s ‘The Marriage Covenant (2)’ and thirdly, the spam count for the week’s twenty-eight. Anyways, events for today?

• For my first game of Bejeweled ending @ 10:14am, I lasted 5:05. Now, lemme play one more game lasting in between six and seven minutes, and I’ll willingly hit the sack tonight. XD
• Now @ 10:27am I’ve finished another game of Bejeweled lasting 6:13. That’s today’s quotas satisfied, and now I promise to willingly hit the sack tonight. XD

Yay, 3^rd consecutive awesome sleep last night! Nature didn’t call until the noisy garbage truck THUNDERED down our road this morning to collect rubbish, and after one pot :P trip I spent the ten minutes till 5:55am beginning a mostly silent chat to Percy the saint/angel, asking him please to help me with the patience, perseverance, strength and endurance I need to get through today with, giving PIG mum all the pleasure, all the satisfaction and just suffering for her whenever she decided that only she can be happy and/or satisfied. It doesn't sound very fair, but she's taught me through her actions, if not through her words, that it's enough she's happy and/or satisfied, and I guess whenever that happens, I've just got to grit my teeth and endure. >< *sigh*

• Daddy Bear and I cuddle and snore, me waking hourly to use the pot :P again. When dearest dad comes to kiss me bye before leaving for work, as promised, he kisses better all the ouchy places that Dr. O’Sullivan jabbed yesterday arvo. Aww, don’t I just have the sweetest dad ever?? <3 30="" aloud="" also="" arvo="" aunty="" but="" chance="" coz="" for="" hatefully="" have="" head="" him="" i="" it="" know="" li="" like="" lucia="" me.="" minding="" most="" my="" of="" out="" s="" second-favourite="" shorter="" sing="" slowly="" softly="" song="" t="" the="" this="" to="" waiting="" when="" while="" won="">
• More cuddling and snoring for Daddy Bear and I; PIG mum a-THUMPING around’s my wake-up call to use the pot :P once more. Soon, she’s let herself into my room to hit me with the eye goo and help me exceedingly slightly with a bra strap before leaving me to get myself mostly independently kitted, which I comply with after giving myself fifteen more minutes first.

PIG mum comes back to help with Elf’s AFO and both laces, before I let her gleefully FORCE L me to walk over to the bathroom to brush teeth (poor Ela). Teeth brushed, I sit over the loo for two tinkles, also fully leaning 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. Strange, PIG mum’s already put out two plain (no honey) Weet-Bix for me! “Hey, PIG mum?” I call upstairs. “Where’s my half a chocolate bun?” She calls back downstairs, “Oops, I totally forgot! Just eat the Weet-Bix I’ve already put out for you.” After confirming with her she’ll lemme eat the whole bun for arvo tea, I tuck into the Weet-Bix, also using ten more minutes 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!

• Breakfast finished, I 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.
• PIG mum rocked out to see Aunty Ann for a comfy massage; bet she’s eagerly yapping her head off @ Aunty Ann right now.
• At around 11:18, I walked myself slowly and safely to the loo for one tinkle and back, always rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over.
• Whaddya think my chances are of persuading PIG mum to take me out to half a lunch @ the Calamvale BBQ and Chinese restaurant before I see Ray for some acupuncture and massage?
• Alas, it’s Aunty Lucia coming to mind me for one hour around 4pm. >< *sigh*
• Toms: well, Feb the 3^rd, 2018, will mark eleven years to the day when the cruel and unfaithful God so wantonly smote me down with the brain tumour and destroyed my life. >< Doubtless I’ll wake feeling like sh*t, but will try put on a cheerful façade for Besta who’s coming to mind me from 10am till 1pm, because she already texted and said she can’t wait to hear all about my adventures in NZ!
• Kim’s coming to mind me from 4pm till 6pm. I’m still pissed that dad’s LOST my book club novel. ><
• So hopefully bbl, else expect a super-pissy plodding total from me toms and hope everyone has a smashing weekend ahead!

Cheers,

Em. ^^