To Remember.

I am copying and pasting this from Mabel's House.  She's facing some unknown life-changing medical issues and when I read her post 'State of the Union' I couldn't help but choke back tears.  Her post included something I need not forget... ever... and her words were just what I needed to hear.  Not because anything is going on, just because.

Quoted directly:

I came across this verse last night and it stopped me short.


Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. (2 Corinthians 1:3-4)

I've been on the receiving end of a lot of comfort lately. And when I read this, I realized God wanted me to pass on the comfort, so to speak. So if you're reading this, know that God sees you. He knows your name and the number of hairs on your head. He sees you at your computer right now, at work or at home in your pajamas. Whether you're happily sipping coffee or wiping your bleary sleep-deprived eyes. He knows about your job. He knows about the bills, or the diagnosis, or the fight. He has heard the longings of your heart that perhaps you haven't shared with another soul. He has heard you. He is as close as your next breath and He will never leave or forsake you. He has good planned for you and not bad. And if you, like me, are facing a seemingly insurmountable monster, sit back and wait on the Lord. He is never late. He never forgets. He will deliver you.

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He is never late. He never forgets. He will deliver you.
 
 
Happy Monday.
 
Meg

To the lady who overshares and does gross things in my bathroom: thanks.

It never fails that I'm at work and suddenly need to go to the bathroom and *bam* someone needs something.  I really hate the times when I'm in dire need of a potty break and work is busy and seeing as how I'm always the only one here, there's no one to cover while I run to pee.  Not being able to get to the restroom is one thing... being able to get to it but not being able to use it is a totally different story.

A very nice lady has come in a handful of times and always asks to use the bathroom.  The time before last she used the bathroom and was in there for longer than your standard pee takes.  I didn't think much of it though.  Maybe she's just a really good hand washer.  Then she comes in again a few days later and is in the bathroom FOREVER.  She comes out and announces in the store (not knowing if there are other people besides me around), "Thanks for letting me use your bathroom again.  I've had some serious stomach issues lately and it's TERRIBLE."

Effing gag.

I now know she's not an extra great hand washer.  She just blew the funk out of my bathroom.  The ONLY BATHROOM I have at work.  God only knows if she sprayed something, or if she left the fan on... She then goes on to buy a bunch of crap and I consider pointing her towards the Pepto aisle.  She leaves, I naturally tell my mom and we 'lol' via text about how gross people are and wait a reasonable amount of time before attempting the bathroom.  Which still stinks an hour and a half later.

Fast forward a week.  (All this talk of pee makes me need to pee even more and I'm thirsty but afraid to drink....)

Bathroom Blower Upper comes in and asks to use the bathroom.  I consider saying it's broken, because I've been on the phone with AT&T for thirty minutes and mama needs to pee and we all know what she's about to do in there.  Instead, I tell her to go ahead... on her way to the bathroom she says, "I'm gonna buy some food, too!"

Because that will make it allllllllll better.

I swear to you and I'm not exaggerating that she is in the bathroom for 20 minutes.  TWENTY MINUTES.  Not only is my bladder screaming at me but I know there's no end in sight because she is a talker.  She comes out of the bathroom and thanks me for letting her use it.  She ventures through the aisles telling me about her trip to the river and how she fell asleep and got a nasty sunburn with blisters AND someone stole her clothes, shoes, and towel.  I do feel bad, but how asleep could you have been when it's 900 degrees outside and you're sleeping on the rocky bank of a river??? 

Finally she leaves after coming up to the register and pulling off a sample of her peeling skin... and I'm left having to pee my pants and still scared to death of our bathroom.  I give it another twenty minutes before I can't take it any more and I run to the bathroom. 

I open the door.  No smell.

I turn on the light.  No damage.

I walk to the toilet.

There are hairs.  Wads of hairs on the toilet seat, half dipping into the toilet water below.

I have to pee SO BAD and I have no other options...

Rubber gloves, 409, plenty of gagging, and the t.p. triangle* for extra safety are used and finally I'm going to be able to use the restroom...

And then I hear the front door chime and someone call my name.

I'm not sorry to say I made them wait.





*Surely you're familiar with the t.p. triangle?  Back when toilet seat covers weren't invented yet or before Wal-Mart started putting them in their stalls, my mom taught me to make a seat cover out of t.p. and it makes the shape of a triangle... hence, the t.p. triangle. 

silence is golden, unless you have a blog and we're moving

My lack of posting has not been because I've had nothing going on... it's actually quite the opposite.  We have lots of new developments and I have a half dozen half-written posts to tell you about it.  Let's go down a brief list of what's going on around our parts:

1)  I am, in fact, still pregnant and growing larger by the day. 
2)  Duke went to the vet, is not getting any better and we are facing some tough decisions.
3)  We are moving.  Again.
4)  It's hot as hell here, which apparently is no big deal since a story on Yahoo today says it's hot EVERYWHERE. 
5)  We did one of our baby registries and despite my research, I'm still confused.

I feel like there's other stuff, but I'm pretty sure I won't remember it (momnesia) and it's probably nothing but feels like something (hormones).  Oh!  I've got some GREAT oversharing stories from work, too.  People are insane.  And a-holes.  I've had a lot of a-holes around lately, and I'd like to blame the heat for their excessive a-hole-iness, but I don't feel like that's the case. 

Case in point, my facebook smashface status update from the other day:



While we're on the subject of smashface, I'll share my current profile pic.  I've always loved the 'Keep Calm and Carry On' posters until they were, well, all over the stinking place, but this takes the cake.  I would blow this up in a heartbeat and frame it for our house:

I'm so ready for fall tv to come back, even though summer tv has not been too shabby thanks to all the reality shows we're DVR-ing (Anthony Bourdain No Reservations, MasterChef, Food Network Star, Design Star, Big Brother, Love in the Wild, Wipeout, American Ninja Warrior, Keeping up with the Kardashians, The Challenge: Rivals, Jersey Shore starts this week, too!, etc.) 

And since I've already shared something 30 Rock related, why not share one of my favorite moments ever?  (This post couldn't be any more random.)  I'm wondering if it's appropriate to place this pillow in the baby boy's room:

 "Ambition is the willingness to kill the things you love and eat them to stay alive."

I'll see ya a few more times this week so while you're at it, try to stay cool, would ya?  If you feel so compelled, share the temperature where you are now and what the normal usually is for this time of year.  I need proof that everyone else is just as hot as we are.