Good afternoon! Firstly, today I’ve been hard @ work
plodding … hell, I seriously dunno, coz stupid Wally has only given me THIRTY measly
steps! >< But secondly, TWFT topic’s ‘Sing!’ and thirdly, the spam count
for the weekend’s seven. Anyways, events for today?
I used the pot :p once last night around 2:30am and once more around 6:20am , before spending the ten minutes till 6:30am 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*
- The teddies and I cuddle and snore for another hour, PIG mum beginning her a-THUMPING around upstairs being my signal to wake and use the pot :P once more. Soon, she’s let herself into my room to hit me with the eye goo and help me very slightly with not only a bra strap but a tee also (coz dearest dad hasn’t left for church yet) before leaving me to get myself mostly independently kitted, which I comply with after giving myself fifteen more minutes first.
PIG mum came 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 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 for breakfast, rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over. Thanks to dearest dad who’d left Weekend Sunrise on for me to watch!
Breakfast was some porridge with one slice of dry
(unbuttered) raisin toast thrown into it, one full mug of water, all my usual
drugs :P and one small half-mouthful of milk. While happily watching Weekend
Sunrise, I also spend 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!
- After breakfast, I let PIG mum gleefully FORCE L me to walk to the 4WD and she tootled us off to church. Her new tactic to make my life for me even harder than it already is: now she gleefully forces me to turn ON the alarm, too. *sigh* Of course, she gleefully forced me to buckle my own seatbelt all day; she also wouldn’t lemme turn the radio on, because she was ‘too busy preparing her heart to worship God’, whatever that really means. Small matter. Having already finished my chat to Percy the saint/angel earlier, I just spent this short car trip telling the cruel and unfaithful God how much I wished there was ANY OTHER WAY into heaven that DIDN’T NEED HIM. ><
- At
- At church, I used the loo once. PIG mum saw me reach my chair back and bolted upstairs for the Cantonese service. She’d been screeching that she was gonna be late, but when I sat down ‘twas only 8:55am; bet she really just wanted to race back upstairs and gossip with all the other church aunties. XD
- Another huge class today; like, sixteen students! Pastor Chris finished covering the marriage part today; I’m supposing next week he’ll discuss singleness.
- After the lesson, I used the loo once, grabbed a lil morning tea then took the seat to the most left. Randoms like Aunty Sandra came for a chat~
- Now @
- Time for service, I hauled myself upstairs and grabbed my usual spot. PIG mum bolted off to her very informal ‘fellowship’ with all the other aunties who can’t be bothered attending Bible study like my dearest dad does (dunno why she insists on calling their coffee and gossip session that, but hey),
- Yay, I got to stay seated for worship today~ I sang everything I knew, plus the harmony for three songs, but like every other week, meant absolutely NOTHING. ><
- Speaker today was Pastor Chris, who began a new sermon series entitled Recognising Greatness.
- Afterwards, I used the loo for one tinkle, then PIG mum tootled me off for lunch with dearest dad @ the underwood Maccas.
- One five dollar cheap meal for me; someone had already taken The Sunday Mail but dad managed to grab me one copy of the Weekend Australian to read.
- Afterwards, PIG mum and I went grocery shopping @ Underwood Marketplace before heading home.
- After turning off the alarm (again), I used the loo for one more tinkle, washed and dried Era then walked myself slowly and safely online, again rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over.
- Dad had better take PIG mum and I out for dinner tonight!
- Toms: Labor Day public holiday means I won’t haveta see Vincent the physio for my weekly torture session, score! :D
- Unfortunately,
that also means Kim isn’t coming to mind me from
- But if
dad doesn’t take us out somewhere, I’m staying in bed with Daddy Bear till
- Anyways, hopefully bbl, else hope everyone has a smashing week ahead!
Cheers,
Em. ^^
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