"Military Wife"
The good Lord was creating a model for military wives and was into his sixth day of overtime when an angel appeared. She said, "Lord, you seem to be having a lot of trouble with this one."
The Lord replied, "Have you seen the specs on this order? She has to be completely independent, possess the qualities of both father and mother, be a perfect hostess with an hour's notice, run on black coffee, handle emergencies without a manual, and she must be willing to move to a new location ten times in seventeen years."
The Lord continued, "We must give her an unusually strong heart so it can swell with pride in her husband's achievements, sustain the pain of separations, beat soundly when it is overworked and be large enough to say,
'I Love You,' regardless."
"Lord," said the angel, touching his arm, "get some rest. You can finish this tomorrow."
"I can't stop now," said the Lord. "I am so close to creating something unique. Already this model heals herself when she is sick, can wave goodbye to her husband from a pier, a runway, or a depot and understand why it's important that he leave."
The angel bent over and ran her finger across the cheek of the Lord's creation. "There's a leak," she announced. "Something is wrong with the construction. You are trying to put too much into this model."
"What you see is not a leak," the Lord said. "It's a tear."
"A tear? What is it there for?" asked the angel.
The Lord replied, "It's for joy, sadness, pain, disappointment, loneliness, pride and a dedication to all the values that she and her husband hold dear."
"You are a genius!" exclaimed the angel.
The Lord looked puzzled and replied, "I didn't put it there."
-Author unknown
I am sure that you have all read this before but I just wanted to give praise to the military wives whose husband are away protecting our freedom while the wives are at home protecting there families..... I have the upmost respect for each and every one you!
Lovwe you guys.
Monday, August 28, 2006
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Hello everyone!! It has been so crazy around here. Its funny how I have never met any one you out there in blog land but I miss you guys! LOL. I am loving my job. It is a field that I have never worked in, so there is so much for me to learn. I feel like a sponge that has been left in the water and can hold no more... It is truly so much information. I work in a pediatric cardiology office (I do not know if I told you that) so these little kids are so very complicated. It really makes you value your life a little more. Things that I take for granted, like walking up stairs, is something that some of these little guys will never be allowed to do. I want another baby. Hopefully I will get another one soon. The girls that I work with are all great. Its so nice to work in an office that feels like a family. Not to mention I am being productive. Yeah me!!!!!
Thursday, August 17, 2006
OUCHHHHHHHH
Wow what a week this has been! It has been a week full of orientation and let me tell you that they are making sure we are well informed... They have given us so much information, I am on overload now. I came home one night and Ray tried to show me something and he had to tell me like 4 times before I would get it. It unfortunately had nothing to do with nursing and since it did not I could not get it!!
My job is the one that I have been waiting on. They called me and set up a orientation date well when it happened it felt like it happened so fast. Funny since I applied back in June! I am working in a high risk children's hospital. It seems to be a great hospital, they are very good and caring at what they do. The girls in my office seem sweet. They put a huge vase of flowers in my office and signs are every where in the clinic saying "welcome Michelle, we are so glad that you are finally here!" How funny is that!
Real quick before I leave, the title of my blog today is ouchhhhh. This is because I had to get shots yesterday... I now feel sorry for the little ones that go and get a series of vaccines in one day! I had to get my PPD (TB), MMR (measles, mumps and rubella) because my titer was low and if that was not bad enough they then told me that I had to get another series of the Hep B vaccines because of the same thing (low titer), then I took the Tdap (tetnus, diptheria, and pertusis) Can you believe there is another out break of whooping cough! That is crazy! So I got a total of 4 injections one right after another. The Tdap and MMR really hurt when they get into your system. Of course my body did not react so well to this. By the time I came home I had a temp of 102. Aches everywhere and I had hives yes I am allergic to one of them. Which one I have no idea!!!! I feel alot better today but my arms are so sore!! Yes I am crying like a baby this hurts! I feel sorry for those little guys now! LOL.
Well off to work I go!
My job is the one that I have been waiting on. They called me and set up a orientation date well when it happened it felt like it happened so fast. Funny since I applied back in June! I am working in a high risk children's hospital. It seems to be a great hospital, they are very good and caring at what they do. The girls in my office seem sweet. They put a huge vase of flowers in my office and signs are every where in the clinic saying "welcome Michelle, we are so glad that you are finally here!" How funny is that!
Real quick before I leave, the title of my blog today is ouchhhhh. This is because I had to get shots yesterday... I now feel sorry for the little ones that go and get a series of vaccines in one day! I had to get my PPD (TB), MMR (measles, mumps and rubella) because my titer was low and if that was not bad enough they then told me that I had to get another series of the Hep B vaccines because of the same thing (low titer), then I took the Tdap (tetnus, diptheria, and pertusis) Can you believe there is another out break of whooping cough! That is crazy! So I got a total of 4 injections one right after another. The Tdap and MMR really hurt when they get into your system. Of course my body did not react so well to this. By the time I came home I had a temp of 102. Aches everywhere and I had hives yes I am allergic to one of them. Which one I have no idea!!!! I feel alot better today but my arms are so sore!! Yes I am crying like a baby this hurts! I feel sorry for those little guys now! LOL.
Well off to work I go!
Monday, August 14, 2006
I was M.I.A.
Hey girls I am sorry I have not been around but things have been busy here. I started my new job today and so far I like it! I will try to get caught up on all of my blog reading but until then I love you guys and take care!!
Thursday, August 10, 2006
I wish you a sandpiper
The Sandpiper
by Robert Peterson
She was six years old when I first met her on the beach near
where I live.
I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles,
whenever the world begins to close in on me. She was building a sand castle or
something and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea.
"Hello," she said.
I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small child.
"I'm building," she said.
"I see that. What is it?" I asked, not really caring.
"Oh, I don't know, I just like the feel of sand."
That sounds good, I thought, and slipped off my shoes.
A sandpiper glided by. "That's a joy," the child said.
"It's a what?"
"It's a joy. My mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy."
The bird went gliding down the beach. Good-bye joy, I muttered to myself,
hello pain, and turned to walk on. I was depressed, my life seemed
completely out of balance.
"What's your name?" She wouldn't give up.
"Robert," I answered. "I'm Robert Peterson."
"Mine's Wendy... I'm six."
"Hi, Wendy."
She giggled. "You're funny," she said.
In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and walked on. Her musical giggle followed me.
"Come again, Mr. P," she called. "We'll have another happy day."
The next few days consisted of a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA meetings,
and an ailing mother. The sun was shining one morning as I took my hands out
of the dishwater. I need a sandpiper, I said to myself, gathering up my coat.
The ever-changing balm of the seashore awaited me. The breeze was chilly but I strode along, trying to recapture the serenity I needed.
"Hello, Mr. P," she said. "Do you want to play?"
"What did you have in mind?" I asked, with a twinge of annoyance.
"I don't know. You say."
"How about charades?" I asked sarcastically.
The tinkling laughter burst forth again. "I don't know what that is."
"Then let's just walk."
Looking at her, I noticed the delicate fairness of her face. "Where do you live?" I asked.
"Over there." She pointed toward a row of summer cottages.
Strange, I thought, in winter.
"Where do you go to school?"
"I don't go to school. Mommy says we're on vacation."
She chattered little girl talk as we strolled up the beach, but my mind was
on other things. When I left for home, Wendy said it had been a happy day.
Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her and agreed.
Three weeks later, I rushed to my beach in a state of near panic. I was in no
mood to even greet Wendy. I thought I saw her mother on the porch and felt
like demanding she keep her child at home.
"Look, if you don't mind," I said crossly when Wendy caught up with me, "I'd
rather be alone today." She seemed unusually pale and out of breath.
"Why?" she asked.
I turned to her and shouted, "Because my mother died!" and thought, My God, why was I saying this to a little child?
"Oh," she said quietly, "then this is a bad day."
"Yes," I said, "and yesterday and the day before and -- oh, go away!"
"Did it hurt?" she inquired.
"Did what hurt?" I was exasperated with her, with myself.
"When she died?"
"Of course it hurt!" I snapped, misunderstanding, wrapped up in myself. I strode off.
A month or so after that, when I next went to the beach, she
wasn't there. Feeling guilty, ashamed, and admitting to myself I missed her,
I went up to the cottage after my walk and knocked at the door. A drawn
looking young woman with honey-colored hair opened the door.
"Hello," I said, "I'm Robert Peterson. I missed your little girl today and wondered where she was."
"Oh yes, Mr. Peterson, please come in. Wendy spoke of you so much. I'm afraid I allowed her to bother you. If she was a nuisance, please, accept my apologies."
"Not at all -- she's a delightful child." I said, suddenly realizing that I meant what I had just said.
"Wendy died last week, Mr. Peterson. She had leukemia. Maybe she didn't tell you."
Struck dumb, I groped for a chair. I had to catch my breath.
"She loved this beach, so when she asked to come, we couldn't say no. She seemed so much better here and had a lot of what she called happy days.
But the last few weeks, she declined rapidly..." Her voice faltered, "She left
something for you, if only I can find it. Could you wait a moment while I look?"
I nodded stupidly, my mind racing for something to say to this lovely young
woman. She handed me a smeared envelope with "MR. P" printed in bold
childish letters. Inside was a drawing in bright crayon hues-- a yellow beach, a blue sea, and a brown bird. Underneath was carefully printed:
A SANDPIPER TO BRING YOU JOY.
Tears welled up in my eyes, and a heart that had almost forgotten to love
opened wide. I took Wendy's mother in my arms. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry,
I'm so sorry," I uttered over and over, and we wept together.
The precious little picture is framed now and hangs in my study. Six
words -- one for each year of her life -- that speak to me of harmony, courage, and
undemanding love.
A gift from a child with sea blue eyes and hair the color of sand -- who taught me the gift of love.
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NOTE: This is a true story sent out by Robert Peterson. It
happened over 20 years ago and the incident changed his life forever. It
serves as a reminder to all of us that we need to take time to enjoy living and
life and each other.
The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less.
Life is so complicated, the hustle and bustle of everyday traumas
can make us lose focus about what is truly important or what is only a
momentary setback or crisis.
This week, be sure to give your loved ones an extra hug, and by all means,
take a moment... even if it is only ten seconds, to stop and smell the roses.
This comes from someone's heart, and is read with many and now I share it with you...
May God bless everyone who receives this! There are NO coincidences!
Everything that happens to us happens for a reason. Never brush aside
anyone as insignificant. Who knows what they can teach us?
by Robert Peterson
She was six years old when I first met her on the beach near
where I live.
I drive to this beach, a distance of three or four miles,
whenever the world begins to close in on me. She was building a sand castle or
something and looked up, her eyes as blue as the sea.
"Hello," she said.
I answered with a nod, not really in the mood to bother with a small child.
"I'm building," she said.
"I see that. What is it?" I asked, not really caring.
"Oh, I don't know, I just like the feel of sand."
That sounds good, I thought, and slipped off my shoes.
A sandpiper glided by. "That's a joy," the child said.
"It's a what?"
"It's a joy. My mama says sandpipers come to bring us joy."
The bird went gliding down the beach. Good-bye joy, I muttered to myself,
hello pain, and turned to walk on. I was depressed, my life seemed
completely out of balance.
"What's your name?" She wouldn't give up.
"Robert," I answered. "I'm Robert Peterson."
"Mine's Wendy... I'm six."
"Hi, Wendy."
She giggled. "You're funny," she said.
In spite of my gloom, I laughed too and walked on. Her musical giggle followed me.
"Come again, Mr. P," she called. "We'll have another happy day."
The next few days consisted of a group of unruly Boy Scouts, PTA meetings,
and an ailing mother. The sun was shining one morning as I took my hands out
of the dishwater. I need a sandpiper, I said to myself, gathering up my coat.
The ever-changing balm of the seashore awaited me. The breeze was chilly but I strode along, trying to recapture the serenity I needed.
"Hello, Mr. P," she said. "Do you want to play?"
"What did you have in mind?" I asked, with a twinge of annoyance.
"I don't know. You say."
"How about charades?" I asked sarcastically.
The tinkling laughter burst forth again. "I don't know what that is."
"Then let's just walk."
Looking at her, I noticed the delicate fairness of her face. "Where do you live?" I asked.
"Over there." She pointed toward a row of summer cottages.
Strange, I thought, in winter.
"Where do you go to school?"
"I don't go to school. Mommy says we're on vacation."
She chattered little girl talk as we strolled up the beach, but my mind was
on other things. When I left for home, Wendy said it had been a happy day.
Feeling surprisingly better, I smiled at her and agreed.
Three weeks later, I rushed to my beach in a state of near panic. I was in no
mood to even greet Wendy. I thought I saw her mother on the porch and felt
like demanding she keep her child at home.
"Look, if you don't mind," I said crossly when Wendy caught up with me, "I'd
rather be alone today." She seemed unusually pale and out of breath.
"Why?" she asked.
I turned to her and shouted, "Because my mother died!" and thought, My God, why was I saying this to a little child?
"Oh," she said quietly, "then this is a bad day."
"Yes," I said, "and yesterday and the day before and -- oh, go away!"
"Did it hurt?" she inquired.
"Did what hurt?" I was exasperated with her, with myself.
"When she died?"
"Of course it hurt!" I snapped, misunderstanding, wrapped up in myself. I strode off.
A month or so after that, when I next went to the beach, she
wasn't there. Feeling guilty, ashamed, and admitting to myself I missed her,
I went up to the cottage after my walk and knocked at the door. A drawn
looking young woman with honey-colored hair opened the door.
"Hello," I said, "I'm Robert Peterson. I missed your little girl today and wondered where she was."
"Oh yes, Mr. Peterson, please come in. Wendy spoke of you so much. I'm afraid I allowed her to bother you. If she was a nuisance, please, accept my apologies."
"Not at all -- she's a delightful child." I said, suddenly realizing that I meant what I had just said.
"Wendy died last week, Mr. Peterson. She had leukemia. Maybe she didn't tell you."
Struck dumb, I groped for a chair. I had to catch my breath.
"She loved this beach, so when she asked to come, we couldn't say no. She seemed so much better here and had a lot of what she called happy days.
But the last few weeks, she declined rapidly..." Her voice faltered, "She left
something for you, if only I can find it. Could you wait a moment while I look?"
I nodded stupidly, my mind racing for something to say to this lovely young
woman. She handed me a smeared envelope with "MR. P" printed in bold
childish letters. Inside was a drawing in bright crayon hues-- a yellow beach, a blue sea, and a brown bird. Underneath was carefully printed:
A SANDPIPER TO BRING YOU JOY.
Tears welled up in my eyes, and a heart that had almost forgotten to love
opened wide. I took Wendy's mother in my arms. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry,
I'm so sorry," I uttered over and over, and we wept together.
The precious little picture is framed now and hangs in my study. Six
words -- one for each year of her life -- that speak to me of harmony, courage, and
undemanding love.
A gift from a child with sea blue eyes and hair the color of sand -- who taught me the gift of love.
----------------------------------------------------------------------
NOTE: This is a true story sent out by Robert Peterson. It
happened over 20 years ago and the incident changed his life forever. It
serves as a reminder to all of us that we need to take time to enjoy living and
life and each other.
The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less.
Life is so complicated, the hustle and bustle of everyday traumas
can make us lose focus about what is truly important or what is only a
momentary setback or crisis.
This week, be sure to give your loved ones an extra hug, and by all means,
take a moment... even if it is only ten seconds, to stop and smell the roses.
This comes from someone's heart, and is read with many and now I share it with you...
May God bless everyone who receives this! There are NO coincidences!
Everything that happens to us happens for a reason. Never brush aside
anyone as insignificant. Who knows what they can teach us?
Monday, August 07, 2006
What A Relaxing Weekend
Wow it is amazing how much better you feel after a relaxing weekend! We had such a good time this weekend, nothing major happened. We just got to enjoy each others company and it can't get much better than that! Did I ever tell you guys how Ray told me he loved me? We were only a few months into our relationship when he told me he loved me and before we knew it, we were moving in with each other only 4 months into it. Awww I know. LOL. This is will not be an exciting post today.
Friday night Ray and I simply made dinner at home and watched a movie, which is always a nice way to unwind. I sat and listened to him go on and on about the stresses of his week. Which he does a lot. We talked about it and I gave him the objective opinions that I am so good at, you know like well do you think maybe he is harder on you because he knows and expects better from you so when you give him something that is not right or messed up for whatever reason, you get a negative response and the other guy he just over looks (which is his normal). Your boss is always telling you how neat and how he likes how you have changed everythig right? I usually get a look followed with ok I can give him that! But it is very important to listen, this I am learning. Being able to put your stress aside and listen to his and make sure he knows that they matter is not something that always comes natural to women. We for the most part see them as the rock in the relationship if you will, and its easy to forget that men have stress and when they will actually talk about it you have to let them!!!! Hope that made sense! But anyhoo take that as free advice!!!
Saturday we simply woke up, he made me breakfast which is normal for us. I cook all week and he makes breakfast on the weekends. It works for us, but of course I don't work. We went to see Talladega Nights, the Nascar movie. I am not really a Nascar fan. I was out numbered so I had to get used to it. The movie was one of those stupid funny kind of movies. I was definitely a movie I wanted to see but I just do not think I would want to see it twice! We then came home jumped on the motorcycle and went for a ride, he drove, we went to an outdoor store yes most men's paradise!!! I think we spent two hours in that store! Me bored out of my mind. It was complete with an aquarium and rock climbing wall and more. We did a quick dinner and a restaurant near by, then home to grab the dog, and the car and off to the beach we go... There is just something about walking on the beach late at night! It is so relaxing, I love living by the water. We had so much fun with the dog out there. He did such a good job. I was so proud of him. Bo, is his dog. He played with his Frisbee and completely ignored all the other dogs and for a Pitt that is good and almost unheard of! We then came home and attempted to put Bo in the house and he noticed that I did not get out of the car so he stood by the door waiting for me. It was so cute! So when Ray tried to put him in his kennel he shot out the door and jumped in the car and got in the back seat and sat there so pretty. We tried to call him and he would turn his head and look away from us like I do not hear you!! The dog won he got to go get ice cream with us! What a spoiled dog!!!
Sunday was simply I cleaned house, as usual, and he fixed 4-wheeler! We did go to the craft store and I bought stuff to make candles. I am so excited so tomorrow look for pictures of the candles!!
I warned you nothing exciting in this post
This what I found on the refrigerator Sunday evening! Isn't he sweet!!!
Friday night Ray and I simply made dinner at home and watched a movie, which is always a nice way to unwind. I sat and listened to him go on and on about the stresses of his week. Which he does a lot. We talked about it and I gave him the objective opinions that I am so good at, you know like well do you think maybe he is harder on you because he knows and expects better from you so when you give him something that is not right or messed up for whatever reason, you get a negative response and the other guy he just over looks (which is his normal). Your boss is always telling you how neat and how he likes how you have changed everythig right? I usually get a look followed with ok I can give him that! But it is very important to listen, this I am learning. Being able to put your stress aside and listen to his and make sure he knows that they matter is not something that always comes natural to women. We for the most part see them as the rock in the relationship if you will, and its easy to forget that men have stress and when they will actually talk about it you have to let them!!!! Hope that made sense! But anyhoo take that as free advice!!!
Saturday we simply woke up, he made me breakfast which is normal for us. I cook all week and he makes breakfast on the weekends. It works for us, but of course I don't work. We went to see Talladega Nights, the Nascar movie. I am not really a Nascar fan. I was out numbered so I had to get used to it. The movie was one of those stupid funny kind of movies. I was definitely a movie I wanted to see but I just do not think I would want to see it twice! We then came home jumped on the motorcycle and went for a ride, he drove, we went to an outdoor store yes most men's paradise!!! I think we spent two hours in that store! Me bored out of my mind. It was complete with an aquarium and rock climbing wall and more. We did a quick dinner and a restaurant near by, then home to grab the dog, and the car and off to the beach we go... There is just something about walking on the beach late at night! It is so relaxing, I love living by the water. We had so much fun with the dog out there. He did such a good job. I was so proud of him. Bo, is his dog. He played with his Frisbee and completely ignored all the other dogs and for a Pitt that is good and almost unheard of! We then came home and attempted to put Bo in the house and he noticed that I did not get out of the car so he stood by the door waiting for me. It was so cute! So when Ray tried to put him in his kennel he shot out the door and jumped in the car and got in the back seat and sat there so pretty. We tried to call him and he would turn his head and look away from us like I do not hear you!! The dog won he got to go get ice cream with us! What a spoiled dog!!!
Sunday was simply I cleaned house, as usual, and he fixed 4-wheeler! We did go to the craft store and I bought stuff to make candles. I am so excited so tomorrow look for pictures of the candles!!
I warned you nothing exciting in this post
This what I found on the refrigerator Sunday evening! Isn't he sweet!!!
Thursday, August 03, 2006
What a weird day
Well I am short on time today but I just wanted to give a real quick update on the job interview today: I went and the position is for a clinic and they said that I could work on some nights until 10:30. That is a long day for a doctor's office, I think. Plus you would work weekends. Call me crazy but dang!!!! So we will see. I have decided that I will wait until Monday and if I do not hear back from the human resource department then I will call back on Tuesday and see if I can go and get the packet on my own. What do you think is that being to pushy or am I ok with doing that? Please be honest with me....
You know how some people are blessed with grace to deal with situations and you just look at them and say how did you do that and be so nice and caring about it? I do not think I could do that,kind of situation. Well I had one of those today and it kind of surprised myself. Still not sure what to think about it! Let me explain.
A little while back Ray received a phone call from a girl in his past, she was crying to him about her problems, (yes she is a ex's of his!) He of course tells me about the phone call and my response was why is she calling you? That is not your place anymore. He said I know that and I told her that same thing. I trust him and all that so we were ok. But I'm not wrong in thinking that is not ok. As he is telling me about her little problem I say well if she calls again let me talk to her and I will help her, but he knows I always do this kind of thing. So now with saying that--today Ray comes home from lunch and says while he is holding his phone, remember when you said bla bla bla, well meet my ex!!!! He then hands me the phone and I say hello and hear this girl crying on the other end. I say "honey what is wrong?" She spills her guts to me about her situation. I at this point am really dumb founded at all this. She is a single mother of a small daughter and is involved in a nasty relationship and does not know how to let go of this man even though she knows she needs to. I talk to her for 45 minutes then tell her that I need to go and she asks me if I would please call her back, I said ummmmmmm I guess I can if you need me to, I take her number and tell her goodbye.
I get off the phone thank Ray while laughing and say thanks for the warning! LOL. He said I knew you would know just what to say to her, your really good at that kind of stuff and they really listen to you when you talk to them that's why i love you so much. Thank you baby!
So after my job interview I get back in my car and I start to pray about this and he simply tells me "If I hadn't sent someone to you in your time of need what would of happened to you?" After I stopped crying and said but God this is too weird for me that is his ex girlfriend. I got over myself and found love for this girl who needed someone. I called her back as I promised and got her address so I could send her some CD's that really helped me in my past and talked to her for an hour, this girl is not saved and I got her the name and address of a church she is gonna go to, and then she tells me "You know when I called Ray today something told me that I was gonna talk to you and that you had something that I needed, I could feel it, and I just wanted to thank you for talking to me!"
Now is that grace or what!
You know how some people are blessed with grace to deal with situations and you just look at them and say how did you do that and be so nice and caring about it? I do not think I could do that,kind of situation. Well I had one of those today and it kind of surprised myself. Still not sure what to think about it! Let me explain.
A little while back Ray received a phone call from a girl in his past, she was crying to him about her problems, (yes she is a ex's of his!) He of course tells me about the phone call and my response was why is she calling you? That is not your place anymore. He said I know that and I told her that same thing. I trust him and all that so we were ok. But I'm not wrong in thinking that is not ok. As he is telling me about her little problem I say well if she calls again let me talk to her and I will help her, but he knows I always do this kind of thing. So now with saying that--today Ray comes home from lunch and says while he is holding his phone, remember when you said bla bla bla, well meet my ex!!!! He then hands me the phone and I say hello and hear this girl crying on the other end. I say "honey what is wrong?" She spills her guts to me about her situation. I at this point am really dumb founded at all this. She is a single mother of a small daughter and is involved in a nasty relationship and does not know how to let go of this man even though she knows she needs to. I talk to her for 45 minutes then tell her that I need to go and she asks me if I would please call her back, I said ummmmmmm I guess I can if you need me to, I take her number and tell her goodbye.
I get off the phone thank Ray while laughing and say thanks for the warning! LOL. He said I knew you would know just what to say to her, your really good at that kind of stuff and they really listen to you when you talk to them that's why i love you so much. Thank you baby!
So after my job interview I get back in my car and I start to pray about this and he simply tells me "If I hadn't sent someone to you in your time of need what would of happened to you?" After I stopped crying and said but God this is too weird for me that is his ex girlfriend. I got over myself and found love for this girl who needed someone. I called her back as I promised and got her address so I could send her some CD's that really helped me in my past and talked to her for an hour, this girl is not saved and I got her the name and address of a church she is gonna go to, and then she tells me "You know when I called Ray today something told me that I was gonna talk to you and that you had something that I needed, I could feel it, and I just wanted to thank you for talking to me!"
Now is that grace or what!
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
I am so frustrated
Have you ever felt like your whole day was wasted? That you ran around and got absolutely nothing accomplished? Well that was me today! I recently got my mail from the move, the post office kind of lost some of it and it finally came to me today! Yeah right NOOO because it had 2 payroll checks and a deposit check in it that no one will cash for me here!!! It is too old. The checks were dated 4 months ago! So that is wasted money that I will never see! That is ok! I can get over that. But I told you all that I got that job that I had wanted, well now I just need to get them to tell me when I can start!!! So frustrating! I really need to start this job soon! Cash funds are really low and we all know how that feels.
So I would like some feedback on this please! (But first realize I know that God has this all under control and that maybe while I am telling you all this I will get the answer that I need!) Silly I know but it is nice to have someone to throw it out there to and just be like NOW thanks I feel better!
So here goes:
I applied for this job back in June. On June 14th they asked me to come in for an interview, so I did. It went well and she said that they needed to get with the head doctor and set up a time for the applicants to meet with the nurses and the doctors. She asked me to give her a week and then she would give me a call. Ok fine I understand and that is reasonable, right.
One week goes by and I hear nothing, so I figured since I did not get the job since I really was not qualified for the position and I new that. Two weeks went by and they asked me to come in on July 7th for another interview and I said yes. I was very excited and then we get called to go home because of Ray's grandpa. So I called them and explained to them the situation and she told me not to worry and we rescheduled the appointment. The interview went very well again and I thought that I had gotten the position and yet I walked away not knowing anything.
I waited and then the following week I call them back and I was told that she thought that I did get the position but she would call me back with more information. The following day they ask me to come in for another interview with the office manager. Which I did and by the way that was a waste of my time, she honestly just wanted to meet me! No joke that is what she told me!! She then told me that they needed to fill the position as soon as possible and she would call me in two days to let me know either way. I said great! That's when I found out that I got the job, which was last Wednesday. She said she would call Friday with more details. I get a call from there human resource department with the hospital on Thursday and I faxed her the appropriate paperwork, then nothing. No call on Friday no call on Monday, remember they were the ones who said they need to fill this position like now, yet they don't seem to be doing this!
I called them and asked what was up (in a very professional way) and she told me that they have a salary for me and we talked about that and then she tells me I need to wait for human resources to call me again!!!!
I could not be wrong but it does not sound like this office is run very well. But in the mean time I have another interview with another doctor's office on Thursday just in case! LOL.
So is this God shutting that door and opening up another one or is He just having fun watching me freak out and not letting go of the control and letting him deal with it?!? I know I am mess. PLEASE CLARITY WOULD BE GREATLY APPRECIATED!!! Or if you would just like to laugh at me and say poor little girl, she is just so precious! Stroke my hair and hug me! That would be ok too!!!!
Update on my boo boo's I am doing much better. I am not as sore as I was and here is a picture of the only open wound that I still have the rest of them have dried up!!!!
Ok blogger is up to its old tricks and it will not let me download the picture so I will try again later. Sorry
So I would like some feedback on this please! (But first realize I know that God has this all under control and that maybe while I am telling you all this I will get the answer that I need!) Silly I know but it is nice to have someone to throw it out there to and just be like NOW thanks I feel better!
So here goes:
I applied for this job back in June. On June 14th they asked me to come in for an interview, so I did. It went well and she said that they needed to get with the head doctor and set up a time for the applicants to meet with the nurses and the doctors. She asked me to give her a week and then she would give me a call. Ok fine I understand and that is reasonable, right.
One week goes by and I hear nothing, so I figured since I did not get the job since I really was not qualified for the position and I new that. Two weeks went by and they asked me to come in on July 7th for another interview and I said yes. I was very excited and then we get called to go home because of Ray's grandpa. So I called them and explained to them the situation and she told me not to worry and we rescheduled the appointment. The interview went very well again and I thought that I had gotten the position and yet I walked away not knowing anything.
I waited and then the following week I call them back and I was told that she thought that I did get the position but she would call me back with more information. The following day they ask me to come in for another interview with the office manager. Which I did and by the way that was a waste of my time, she honestly just wanted to meet me! No joke that is what she told me!! She then told me that they needed to fill the position as soon as possible and she would call me in two days to let me know either way. I said great! That's when I found out that I got the job, which was last Wednesday. She said she would call Friday with more details. I get a call from there human resource department with the hospital on Thursday and I faxed her the appropriate paperwork, then nothing. No call on Friday no call on Monday, remember they were the ones who said they need to fill this position like now, yet they don't seem to be doing this!
I called them and asked what was up (in a very professional way) and she told me that they have a salary for me and we talked about that and then she tells me I need to wait for human resources to call me again!!!!
I could not be wrong but it does not sound like this office is run very well. But in the mean time I have another interview with another doctor's office on Thursday just in case! LOL.
So is this God shutting that door and opening up another one or is He just having fun watching me freak out and not letting go of the control and letting him deal with it?!? I know I am mess. PLEASE CLARITY WOULD BE GREATLY APPRECIATED!!! Or if you would just like to laugh at me and say poor little girl, she is just so precious! Stroke my hair and hug me! That would be ok too!!!!
Update on my boo boo's I am doing much better. I am not as sore as I was and here is a picture of the only open wound that I still have the rest of them have dried up!!!!
Ok blogger is up to its old tricks and it will not let me download the picture so I will try again later. Sorry
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