Good afternoon! Firstly, today I've been hard @ work plodding 1112 steps (aww, 1111; one fewer step would've looked cooler but phew I'm over one thousand XD); secondly, John Piper's devotional topic from last night's 'What The Resurrection Means For Us'; thirdly, TWFT topic's 'Pray For Wisdom (2)'; fourthly, Our Daily Bread's devotional topic's 'Finding Open Spaces' and fifthly, the spam count for the week's only nine (couldn't make double digits this week, sorry! XD) but sixthly, the spam count for the weekend's still zero! Anyways, events for today?
- Nature called once around 12:45am; I used the pot :P again around 7:20am, when awoken by noisy PIG mum's a-THUMPING around upstairs, 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*
- Shortly afterwards, PIG mum lets 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 (since dearest dad's @ home) before leaving me to get myself mostly independently kitted, which I comply with after giving myself fifteen more minutes first.
- PIG mum returns to finish with Elf's AFO straps and both laces, before I head over to the bathroom and brush teeth. That done, I sit over the loo for one tinkle, wash and dry Era and 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 is one bowl of Weet-Bix porridge with one slice of dry (unbuttered) toast, all my usual drugs :P and one full mug of water, 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 loo, 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!
- After washing and drying Era, I climb into the backseat of dad's 4WD and buckle my own seatbelt. Dad climbs in tooo and then tootles me off to our table tennis club in Windsor for our competition!
- We make good time; @ the place, I transfer over to Sparkless3, visit the loo once and then head into the main playing area! Dad and I say hello to Kim before dad drage me off to go practise with him.
- Kim introduces all the teams and then we start! I manage to win my first game against Gerrard; he's the one I say reminds me of Mr. Ballam Cross! The secobd game I lost to Jo; she's the high-functioning down's syndrome girl and I think we're prettily evenly matched. She won the first set, I won the second but she took out the third in a tiebreaker. As for my third match, some girl called Breanna (nicknamed Breezy) flogged me in straight sets! >< o_O XD
- For lunch, we munch healthy salad rolls. Thanks to dad who took the bleeding beetroot outta mine. XD The butter was nice, though!
- For doubles, I was played with Gerrard; we lost the first match and won the second but before we had time to play the decider dad said we've gotta go! He didn't wanna be late for badminton and arvo tea with his mates, see.
- Back home, I used the loo for one tinkle and popped online. Dearest dad went out and PIG mum hit pigland upstairs.
- Once I've used up my most important two hours of the day I'll head over to the gobbling :P table and wait for PIG mum to wake up, come downstairs and feed me some arvo tea. Only I remember she says don't shower until Bree arrives @ 6pm? She and dad are having dinner @ SCSC with their badminton mates but Bree and are are eating @ Ho Lin Wah!
- Toms: perhaps expect a super-pissy plodding total from me, unless PIG mum takes mev grocery shopping and aisle walking?
- Think I'm seeing Aunty Anna for some massage in the arvo ... bet PIG mum's simply DYING to yap ceaselessly @ her. XD
- Oh, Rebecca's minding me 9-2; wonder where PIG mum will send us?
- Hoping to read for one hour and fingers crossed I'll get to watch the 6pm news bulletin for the 131ST time!
- Anyways, hoopefully bbl, else wishing everyone a smashing week ahead!
Cheers,
Em. ^^
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