Monday Post 358

 Good afternoon! Firstly, today I've been hard @ work plodding 2481 steps; secondly, John Piper's devotional topic from last night's 'Look To Jesus For Your joy'; thirdly, TWFT topic's 'Getting Beyond The Guesswork (3)' and fourthly, Our Daily Bread's devotional topic's 'All Alone?' but fifthly and way most importantly, I'm really still owed ONE HOUR and FIVE MINUTES online after Rebecca minds me for two hours and I watch the 6pm news bulletin (Nine's) for the  TH time!! Anyways, events for today?

• Nature called once around 1:50am; nature called again around 6:20am, after which I spend ten minutes 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* 
• Nature usually calls hourly after that first daylight pot :P trip but happiness was snoring soundly with Pijum and Pearl until dearest dad very considerately walked silently along the hallway and unpopped the lock into the garage before waking again to use the pot. :P
• After dearest dad kissed me bye, retucked me back into bed and left for his hard day's work, Pijum, Pearl and I happily cuddle and snore, me waking once more for the pot :P shortly before noisy PIG mum begins her daily a-THUMPING around upstairs. Soon, she's let herself into my room to hit me with the eye goo and help me exceedingly slifghtly with absolutely nothing but the bra strap - isn't she unfair?? Since Autumn has arrived she's supposed to help me with the tee too until September but she says it's not 'cold enough' yet; huh, you can bet once September arrives she'll stop helping too. *sigh*
• Once PIG mum finished with absolutely nothing bar Elf's AFO straps and both shoelaces, I went over to the bathroom to brush teeth, sit over the loo for one tinkle and wash and dry Era before walking 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 is another of PIG mum's delicious pork floss buns, one full mug of water, all my usual drugs :P and another mug of yummy Milo. Over breakfast, I spent another ten minutes 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 breakfast, I walk myself slowly and safely back to the bathroom, again  rising above the cruel and unfaithful God’s near-overwhelming hatred and not letting him push me over.

There, I do a stinky unspeakable, also leaning fully against the side rail and 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!
Cheers,
Em. ^^

P.S All the interesting surnames I saw while watching the 6pm news bulletin (Nine's): Arvier,  Greer, Tadros (heard), Croucher,  Albanese, Lambie, Waters, Bustamante