Good afternoon! Firstly, today I’ve been hard @ work plodding 1635 steps; secondly, TWFT topic’s ‘Getting Through Your ‘Night-Time Experiences’. And thirdly, the spam count for the weekend’s only two. Anyways, events for today?
- For my
first game of Bejeweled ending @
- Now @
- Yay, 2nd consecutive awesome sleep last night! Nature did try calling partway through the night nut I asked her, “Can’t you please call again when the sun’s risen? I wanna sleep…” She said okay and didn’t call again till 6;10am!
- After one pot :p trip I spend the ten minutes till 6:20am 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, me waking again for the pot :p one hour later when PIG mum starts her a-THUMPING around upstairs. Soon, she’s let herself into my room to hit me with the eye goo and help me exceedingly slightly with not only the bra strap but the tee (because 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 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 and 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, rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting Him push me over.
- After getting myself a spoon, breakfast
is two plain (no honey) Weet-Bix, all my usual drugs :P and one full mug
of water. Over breakfast, I also spend ten 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! But thanks to dearest dad who left
- Time to head out, I turn the alarm on and climb into the 4WD. PIG mum tootles us off to church. Of course, she won’t lemme turn the radio on coz she’s ‘too busy preparing her heart to worship God (whatever that actually means) and of course, she gleefully forces me to buckle my own seatbelt all day.
- Uncle
Colbert’s the traffic controller who waves us through when I wave my
disability parking sticker @ him, even though mother’s said there’s no
need to coz he knows who we are. I hike down the driveway, use the loo for
one tinkle and enter class. It’s about
- Everyone else all arrives @ once! Just a small class; Pastor Chris is teaching ian, Tina, Calvin and me~ I finally got the chance to ask ian where he’s from; he’s got a British accent but I’ve never heard of anyone from Britain with the surname Orelli? Ian laughed, explaining his surname’s actually orell but he added the ‘I’ to confuse anyone looking for him; smart man!
- Today’s class was just an introduction; we got lotsa handouts~
- Afterwards, thanks to pastor Chris and Tina who waited with me until PIG mum came to pick me up. I used the loo myself once, grabbed two butter cookies for morning tea then took a seat beside Leanne’s granny.
Cheers,
Em. ^^
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