<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057</id><updated>2012-01-19T09:14:37.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He Is Faithful That Promised</title><subtitle type='html'>Let us hold fast the profession of our faith without wavering; (for he is faithful that promised;) Hebrew 10:23</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>442</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-9101179903593352414</id><published>2012-01-08T18:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T18:59:18.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went back to the doctor to check my blood pressure. The new medicine didn't bring it down. The doctor has doubled the dose and I go back next week to check it again. I borrowed a coworker's blood pressure monitor. I have been checking it and finally today it went down to 129/82. Next week I am having blood work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to mom and dad's with my sister today. Dad is shrunk to just bones. He is pitiful looking. Mom is having more trouble getting around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;a href= "http://fsbo.com/ListingDetail.aspx?id=148035"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;house&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font color&gt; I pass every day going to work has come up for sale. This would be a dream come true. If any one has tips on how I could become the proud owner of this house, please share them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But the righteousness which is of faith speaketh on this wise, Say not in thine heart, Who shall ascend into heaven? (that is, to bring Christ down from above) Or, Who shall descend into the deep? (that is, to bring up Christ again from the dead.)But what saith it? The word is nigh thee, even in thy mouth, and in thy heart: that is, the word of faith, which we preach; That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved. For with the heart man believeth unto righteousness; and with the mouth confession is made unto salvation. For the scripture saith, Whosoever believeth on him shall not be ashamed. For there is no difference between the Jew and the Greek: for the same Lord over all is rich unto all that call upon him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romans 10:6-12&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-9101179903593352414?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/9101179903593352414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=9101179903593352414' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/9101179903593352414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/9101179903593352414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2012/01/went-back-to-doctor-to-check-my-blood.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-4864382653959142699</id><published>2012-01-01T19:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:03:20.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Birdies100 thanks so much for the birthday cake. Being remembered by ya'll makes the new year start off on a happier note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012 is here. I remember talking about the 21st century when I was in high school. We tried to imagine what our life would be like. I never imagined the electronic lifestyle we can't seem to live without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the doctor this past week. He changed my blood pressure medicine. Says he wants my blood pressure lower. Another thing he told me was I lost six pounds. I wasn't trying to lose weight. That is a little bonus from my new classroom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hebrews 13:2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-4864382653959142699?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/4864382653959142699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=4864382653959142699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/4864382653959142699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/4864382653959142699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2012/01/birdies100-thanks-so-much-for-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-6930545733545190517</id><published>2011-12-25T19:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T21:11:24.282-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color =red&gt;Merry Christmas everyone! &lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the greetings. Happy holidays to all of you. Another christmas has come and gone. I read on your blogs that ya'll are reading on kindles. My son gave me one last thursday for christmas. It is really nice to go online and look for a book from the library and get it without leaving the house. I finished my first kindle book today. I read Debbie Macomber's &lt;u&gt;A Turn in the Road.&lt;/u&gt; I didn't realize it is in a series and now I want to read the whole series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also was given a new recliner for christmas from my other son. I say new because I was looking to buy a used one. But my son and daughterinlaw said they wanted to get me something new. It is so nice. It is a rocker recliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also received a gift certificate for a manicure from the parents of one of the children in my classroom. I have never went to a nail salon so this will be a first for me. I will have to let ya'll know how that little trip turns out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Behold, a virgin shall be with child, and shall bring forth a son, and they shall call his name Emmanuel, which being interpreted is, God with us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matthew 1:23&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-6930545733545190517?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/6930545733545190517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=6930545733545190517' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/6930545733545190517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/6930545733545190517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-everyone-thank-you-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-6874094849401225223</id><published>2011-12-10T19:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T19:54:32.432-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Middle of december and to me it seems like the year just began. I guess because nothing has really changed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad had what we are calling a spell thursday evening. Mom said he was sitting and he just fell over. When she talked to him he didn't respond. She called her neighbors and they came and helped her get him back up. She called 911 and the paramedics said he was dehydrated. They told her to give him pedialyte to get his electrolytes back up. I don't understand what is causing him to become dehydrated. He is drinking liquids all day and mom and dad eat soup at least once a day. But the time he fell and went to the emergency room, the doctor there said he was dehydrated even when dad was having problem with his feet and ankles swelling. And I thought that was from too much fluid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a so-called christmas party at work. It was during the work day, everyone brought food, and during our break we went to the kitchen and fixed a plate. Now we get separate breaks so we ate by ourselves at a christmas party. It was the strangest thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My soul, wait thou only upon God; for my expectation is from him. He only is my rock and my salvation: he is my defence; I shall not be moved. In God is my salvation and my glory: the rock of my strength, and my refuge, is in God. Trust in him at all times; ye people, pour out your heart before him: God is a refuge for us. Selah.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 62:5-8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-6874094849401225223?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/6874094849401225223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=6874094849401225223' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/6874094849401225223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/6874094849401225223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2011/12/middle-of-december-and-to-me-it-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-3523901355285532894</id><published>2011-11-24T17:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T18:13:18.151-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like we just had thanksgiving and here it is again. Went to my sister's and she had way too much food. This year she added seafood stuffed bell peppers to the menu. Everything was good. I haven't had dessert yet. I was too full. I brought three slices of pie home to eat tonight; a slice each of pumpkin, mississippi mud, and blueberry cheesecake. Can't decide which I will eat first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not get a pay raise this year. The board of directors say we are not even making enough to pay the day care bills. Which after thinking about it, I remembered that we did have two fund raisers. One was with the world's greatest chocolate and the other one was the little caesar's pizza. We do not get coffee or iced tea provided for us anymore. They also have been cutting the hours of some of the workers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every thing is pretty much the same. I guess that is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vain that build it: except the Lord keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain. It is vain for you to rise up early, to sit up late, to eat the bread of sorrows: for so he giveth his beloved sleep.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 127:1-2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-3523901355285532894?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/3523901355285532894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=3523901355285532894' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/3523901355285532894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/3523901355285532894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving-everyone-seems-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-7743291416050164606</id><published>2011-11-05T14:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T15:07:54.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>November is here, the holidays are right around the corner. I am loving the colder temperatures and I am having soup cravings. Can't decide which one to make first. I am thinking of making two of my favorites and alternating eating them for lunch and supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to share what happened a couple of weeks ago. I don't know if I have said anything about my nightly phone calls. I talk to my mom and my older sister every evening. Since my hours have changed at work, I have been juggling my nightly routine to get those calls in and not having to eat supper so late because I have trouble going to sleep with a full stomach. But I have to eat something to keep my blood sugar level balanced. Well back to my original story. I had put off getting my hair cut till I was having to use my hot rollers to get my unruly hair into some kind of shape. A couple of fridays ago I left work at six and headed to walmart. I knew I could get my hair trimmed without an appointment at their hair salon. Then I decided while I was there I would pick up some stuff that I couldn't get at the grocery store I had been going to since my scheduled changed. I don't like using my weekends going to stores. Just one of my weird quirks that people don't understand about me and I can't explain it. Well, I spend one weekend day with mom and dad and the other day with my son. And usually I am doing mom and dad's shopping. As I said it's hard to explain. And I don't like driving in the dark so that limits me too. I made it home that evening around 8:30 telling myself I would call mom while I was putting my groceries up. My answering machine had six messages something unheard of. Mom and my sister had called because they hadn't talked to me yet and thought something was wrong. Before I had a chance to pick up the phone, it rings and it is my dad. He was upset and glad to hear my voice. I said my lands I had just went to walmart. He says next time call and let them know if I am going to get home late. Wow, you would think at my age I didn't have to report in to my parents anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and my hot water heater quit again so now I have to replace it. I am back to heating water for every thing but now I know it is no big deal. I survived it last time I can do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad has sold his truck so I feel he is accepting that his life won't be going back to the way it was before he broke his hip. But with mom never learning to drive it is challenging for us to be their chauffeur. Thank God we haven't had problems getting a schedule worked out for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that a lot of days pass between blogs. That is another thing I have trying to work into my crazy new schedule. There is still a lot of kinks to work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Praise ye the Lord. I will praise the Lord with my whole heart, in the assembly of the upright, and in the congregation. The works of the Lord are great, sought out of all them that have pleasure therein. His work is honourable and glorious: and his righteousness endureth for ever. He hath made his wonderful works to be remembered: the Lord is gracious and full of compassion. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 111:1-4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-7743291416050164606?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/7743291416050164606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=7743291416050164606' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/7743291416050164606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/7743291416050164606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2011/11/november-is-here-holidays-are-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-6696667597986121932</id><published>2011-10-16T12:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T12:29:51.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These cooler days are wonderful. My electric bill has dropped too. That is another blessing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my hot water heater was finally fixed. I have been heating water for three weeks like my ancestors had to do before the invention of hot water being piped into our homes. I surprised myself by being up to the task. If it came down to it, I could continue to do this. It was easier for me because I could heat the water on an electric stove. If I had to do it with wood fires, it would be a bigger challenge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad fell again but luckily just had scrapes and bruises. His blood pressure is high again so his doctor put him back on blood pressure medicine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's creatine levels were high on her last blood test. I'm hoping that if she stays stricter with her special diet that the level will go back down. If not she will have to start dialysis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But ye, beloved, building up yourselves on your most holy faith, praying in the Holy Ghost, Keep yourselves in the love of God, looking for the mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ unto eternal life. And of some have compassion, making a difference: And others save with fear, pulling them out of the fire; hating even the garment spotted by the flesh. Now unto him that is able to keep you from falling, and to present you faultless before the presence of his glory with exceeding joy, To the only wise God our Saviour, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever. Amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jude 1:20-25&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-6696667597986121932?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/6696667597986121932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=6696667597986121932' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/6696667597986121932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/6696667597986121932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2011/10/these-cooler-days-are-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-6900234327173280087</id><published>2011-10-01T20:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T21:05:26.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weekend is here and it is october 1st. In the morning the temperatures will be in the forties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went okay at work. The allergy alert is displayed. The director said that a privacy policy states that we are not suppose to display a child's name. My thought was and is that is the most stupidest policy I have ever heard. This is a life threatening situation. Every worker needs to know if a child has any kind of allergy or how can we keep them safe. The director said we can display the allergy alert with the parent's permission. I believe she should automatically ask permission when told that a child has life threatening allergies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD-GIVEN THORNS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange gift indeed – a thorn to prick,&lt;br /&gt;To pierce unto the very quick,&lt;br /&gt;To cause perpetual sense of pain;&lt;br /&gt;Strange gift! And yet, was given for gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwelcome, but it came to stay;&lt;br /&gt;Nor could it e’en be prayed away.&lt;br /&gt;It came to fill its God-planned place –&lt;br /&gt;A life-enriching means of grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O much-tried soul, with fainting heart,&lt;br /&gt;The thorn with its abiding smart,&lt;br /&gt;With all its wearing, ceaseless pain,&lt;br /&gt;Can be the means of priceless gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so whate’er thy thorn may be,&lt;br /&gt;From God accept it willingly;&lt;br /&gt;But reckon Christ, His life, His power,&lt;br /&gt;To keep thee in the trying hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sure – thy life will richer grow;&lt;br /&gt;His grace sufficient will bestow;&lt;br /&gt;And in heaven’s morn thy joy will be&lt;br /&gt;That by this thorn He strengthened thee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-6900234327173280087?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/6900234327173280087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=6900234327173280087' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/6900234327173280087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/6900234327173280087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2011/10/weekend-is-here-and-it-is-october-1st.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-2657623147261552475</id><published>2011-09-24T17:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T18:06:31.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Six more days and we start a new month. This year is flying by so fast. I am glad fall is finally here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hours have changed again. I am now working ten to six. It is really a thirty minute change. I don't understand why the director felt this was necessary but I do what I am told. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was an upsetting day for me. My creepers were having their afternoon snack. The evening office worker came and passed out little bites of sandwich to them. It wasn't much but the kids enjoyed them, saying ummm and reaching for more. They didn't get more of the sandwich, I gave them some cheerios. A little later one of the little girls became fussy and then threw up. I told the office worker and then we took her temperature. She didn't have a fever. Her dad came and we told him about her throwing up. I finished cleaning the room and getting ready to leave. The office worker comes back and tells me the dad said the little girl is allergic to peanuts and the sandwich was peanut butter and jelly and that is why she threw up.  He is filing charges and I don't know what is going to happen. There weren't any allergy warnings posted in the room. There is one in the kitchen but the law states one is suppose to be in the room. It was a horrible mistake. We were blessed that she didn't go into anaphylactic shock.  If the parents want me gone, I will probably be terminated. The office worker says she is the one who did it but I was responsible for the child too. I haven't been able to think of anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep asking why. Why am I troubled so much? What is God wanting of me? I want so much to have less problems with life and to be able to just be happy. Is that what God is trying to show me? And I am not understanding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blessed is the people that know the joyful sound: they shall walk, O Lord, in the light of thy countenance. In thy name shall they rejoice all the day: and in thy righteousness shall they be exalted. For thou art the glory of their strength: and in thy favour our horn shall be exalted. For the Lord is our defence; and the Holy One of Israel is our king.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalms 89:15-18&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-2657623147261552475?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/2657623147261552475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=2657623147261552475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/2657623147261552475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/2657623147261552475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2011/09/six-more-days-and-we-start-new-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-5370200463689172467</id><published>2011-09-10T13:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T13:46:54.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know it has been a while since I posted on blogger. Life has been changing once again. My hours at work have been changed from 7-3 to 9:30-5:30. I love sleeping later in the mornings but I don't like getting off at 5:30. I really will have some adjusting to do when its dark when I leave work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now working with the creepers, six months to a year old. I love this age. They keep me laughing most of the time. Of course there are hard days when they cry a lot, but a majority of the time we have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The storm came through with minor damage. The boards on my front porch warped. Most of the boards have flattened back out. Two that are still curved, I think I can nail back down. I have new roof leaks, and more ceiling tile has fallen. I need to find a trustworthy maintenance man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and dad are doing good. We are all enjoying the cooler temperatures.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, hear my voice: let thine ears be attentive to the voice of my supplications. If thou, Lord, shouldest mark iniquities, O Lord, who shall stand? But there is forgiveness with thee, that thou mayest be feared. I wait for the Lord, my soul doth wait, and in his word do I hope.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 130:2-5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-5370200463689172467?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/5370200463689172467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=5370200463689172467' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/5370200463689172467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/5370200463689172467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-know-it-has-been-while-since-i-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-2563667323062828847</id><published>2011-08-28T16:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T16:37:44.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mom called and said she wanted to read me something printed in the "call and comment" section of the newspaper. She laughed and said I don't think you sent it in but some of it you have said yourself. After hearing it I want to share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;This is to the parents of the very undisciplined, spoiled and disrespectful kids at our daycares. How dare you raise such bad children for the rest of us to try to spend hours trying to control your failures! I have worked at two daycares in the area and to save my sanity, I gave it up. Are you not watching their terrible behavior? They are hitting teachers, spitting, cussing and a lot more. You are turning our future generations into something very scary! More hands-on discipline is needed. It worked for me and my kids. You know who you are and you people should be ashamed of yourselves for how your children turned out.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does make me sad to see how some of the children are allowed to behave.  As the person said these kids are going to be undisciplined disrespectful adults. But it is not all of them. We get some very respectful children, even toddlers, that are a joy to be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and today, and forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hebrews 13:8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-2563667323062828847?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/2563667323062828847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=2563667323062828847' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/2563667323062828847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/2563667323062828847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2011/08/mom-called-and-said-she-wanted-to-read.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-163662287783173004</id><published>2011-08-20T12:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T14:42:29.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We took dad to the grocery store last saturday morning. It upset me to see he is losing all his strength. He can not get to a standing position even from his lift chair with out help. He will not do the exercises the therapist showed him. When I offer to help him stand, he tells me he can do it. He can't though. I eventually just slip my arm under his and help. But he did agree to using the electric wheel chair at the store. The one at the store has the levers in the handles. The one dad has at home has what we call a joy stick like the electronic games. He has a problem controlling his chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom had given us a list but dad was picking up a whole lot of extras. He was all over the store. I would be getting something off the store shelf for him and off he would go. Luckily he didn't run over any body. We kept pointing out to him that he needed to think about how much he was getting. He had a blast until the cashier told him how much he owed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's primary care doctor prescribed an antidepressant medicine for her. She keeps telling us she isn't depressed. But we see her not wanting to do anything. She won't go to visit, she won't go to the store, she won't go out to eat, she doesn't do any thing. She sits in her chair all day. Then she started sleeping in her chair. My sister took her to the doctor and got mom to talk to him. He gave her some questions to answer. I really didn't want her adding any more medicine to cause more side effects to her all ready messed up body. But if it gets her wanting to do things again maybe it just might be a blessing in disguise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week we had a couple of mornings without a heat index. During the day the heat index went back up to 112 but it was a nice break. Of course when cold weather does finally make it here, I will be good and ready to turn on the heaters. But now I want to be cold! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nevertheless I tell you the truth; It is expedient for you that I go away: for if I go not away, the Comforter will not come unto you; but if I depart, I will send him unto you. And when he is come, he will reprove the world of sin, and of righteousness, and of judgment: Of sin, because they believe not on me; Of righteousness, because I go to my Father, and ye see me no more; Of judgment, because the prince of this world is judged. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;John 16:7-11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-163662287783173004?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/163662287783173004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=163662287783173004' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/163662287783173004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/163662287783173004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2011/08/we-took-dad-to-grocery-store-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-2119650891547091408</id><published>2011-08-08T18:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T18:37:06.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This heat is relentless. The heat index gets up to 115 and my old central air unit can't keep the house cool. I have to run a smaller unit that's in my bedroom along with the outside unit along with fans just to keep my sweating to a minimum. I hate to think what the winter is going to be like this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad had a minor accident on his scooter chair. If there hadn't been railing around the porch, he would have drove off onto the ground. He did peel the skin off the same arm again and had some bruises. I think if it would have a foot pedal instead of a hand control he would do better controlling it. He rarely uses it to get enough practice because he keeps running into things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's blood work was still good. We are waiting for her kidney function test results. Dad's leg and foot is more twisted because he still does not do his exercises. He can not walk very far even with his walker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no coughing and no cold, but a stomach virus is going around the daycare. I am hoping and praying I don't get sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wait for the Lord, my soul doth wait, and in his word do I hope. My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 130:5-6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-2119650891547091408?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/2119650891547091408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=2119650891547091408' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/2119650891547091408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/2119650891547091408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-heat-is-relentless.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-6408933785283352698</id><published>2011-07-17T17:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T17:36:25.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am wondering if we will ever have a break from this heat. Some remarks I have been hearing is that the end times are here and the world is going to be destroyed by fire and that is related to the higher temperatures the earth is having now. I do believe that is partly true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke saturday morning with a stuffy nose. Thursday I wore sandals to work and ended my work day having to walk to my car through standing water after a thunderstorm. I should have known better but it is so hot that I wanted sandals on my feet. My coworkers wear flip flops even during winter. I don't wear flip flops; I like wearing sandals occasionally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have conquered my coughing. One of my coworkers told me her doctor told her to take one mucinex in the morning and one benadryl at night every day. She had been like me; coughing constantly. I realized that it had been a while since I had heard her coughing. I started taking the pills and it is going on a month without me coughing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is starting to have trouble swallowing. This is another phase of the parkinson's disease. His therapist has shown him some exercises to help with this phase but dad's is not doing them. The doctor told him when his esophagus muscles stop working the next step will be a feeding tube. But dad says they don't know what they are talking about. We have talked to him about taking smaller bites and eating different foods than what he is always wanting. He remarks that mom is cooking the food too long and it is dried out and that is what is causing him to choke. It is very frustrating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-6408933785283352698?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/6408933785283352698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=6408933785283352698' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/6408933785283352698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/6408933785283352698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-wondering-if-we-will-ever-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-7662142774519113556</id><published>2011-07-02T16:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T16:38:28.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>July is here and the heat index stays over 100 till around eight every evening. I am looking forward to fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I enjoyed watching little mockingbirds learning to fly. The parent birds had built a nest in a tree right by the porch. I was sitting drinking a cup of coffee on the porch when I noticed a lot of movement in the tree. The little birds were going from branch to branch. Then the parent birds flew into another tree and the little birds followed. Each time the parent birds flew a farther distance the little ones followed. They made a circle and ended back to the nest. It was a pleasure to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning my sister and I took dad to the store. We had been going to the store for them. Dad decided he wanted to go and do the shopping. As long as I can remember he has been the one doing the shopping. Mom didn't drive and didn't want to learn. I asked him to use the wheel chair and of course he said no. My sister pushed the cart and I walked behind him and his walker just in case he lost his balance. I figured I wouldn't be able to stop him from falling but he would have a soft landing. We did all right. His leg was sore when we made it home. He still doesn't do his daily exercises. He is making progress I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled from an evil conscience, and our bodies washed with pure water. Let us hold fast the profession of our faith without wavering; for he is faithful that promised;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hebrews 10:22-23&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-7662142774519113556?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/7662142774519113556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=7662142774519113556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/7662142774519113556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/7662142774519113556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2011/07/july-is-here-and-heat-index-stays-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-173691425744411640</id><published>2011-06-18T18:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T18:25:08.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dad fell again but this time he was inside and the carpet kept him from really hurting hisself. Mom wishes he wouldn't even try to walk; she wants him to use his wheel chair. She's afraid he will fall and break more bones.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My coughing is better but now I have an ear infection. I am praying that when I get well this time I will stay well for a good long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blessed is every one that feareth the Lord; that walketh in his ways. For thou shalt eat the labour of thine hands: happy shalt thou be, and it shall be well with thee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 128:1-2 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-173691425744411640?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/173691425744411640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=173691425744411640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/173691425744411640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/173691425744411640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2011/06/dad-fell-again-but-this-time-he-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-8322524056959960637</id><published>2011-06-05T11:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T11:19:08.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>June is here. It doesn't seem possible. The temperatures have been in the 100's and the heat indexes have been as high as 110. I feel for the men and women who have to earn their living working outside in this heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fighting a cough once again. I finished my last round of antibiotics and three days later I am coughing. I don't want to take antibiotics so soon so I am taking mucinex, claritin, and sudafed. I am still going to work. I eat cough drops all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is making progress. The therapists are still seeing him. He just doesn't do the exercises when they are not there. But he is up and taking steps with a walker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grace and peace be multiplied unto you through the knowledge of God, and of Jesus our Lord.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 Peter 1:2 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-8322524056959960637?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/8322524056959960637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=8322524056959960637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/8322524056959960637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/8322524056959960637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-810962607995017941</id><published>2011-05-22T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T15:29:19.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wednesday dad's stay at extended care was terminated. He refused to do therapy and was refusing to eat. My sister arranged for a hospital bed and he is back home. We had assumed the people who brought the bed would put dad in the bed. Mom was at home by herself when the bed was brought. She was told to call the fire department. The paramedics did come and put dad in the bed. This helped to give mom peace of mind because she realized there was someone else she could call on for help. A therapist comes to dad now but he is still uncooperative. So they might stop treating him too. Mom is still hanging in there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been am emotionally trying time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is; To see thy power and thy glory, so as I have seen thee in the sanctuary. Because thy lovingkindness is better than life, my lips shall praise thee. Thus will I bless thee while I live: I will lift up my hands in thy name. My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness; and my mouth shall praise thee with joyful lips: When I remember thee upon my bed, and meditate on thee in the night watches. Because thou hast been my help, therefore in the shadow of thy wings will I rejoice. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 63:1-7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-810962607995017941?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/810962607995017941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=810962607995017941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/810962607995017941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/810962607995017941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2011/05/wednesday-dads-stay-at-extended-care.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-6508350113419809533</id><published>2011-05-13T20:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T20:39:35.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last saturday dad fell and broke his hip. He wouldn't go the emergency room; he said he was only bruised. Sunday, mother's day, my sisters and I and a friend of the family loaded him into the car and took him. I wasn't surprised to hear the doctor say the hip was broken. It was broken in three places and because dad had moved around on the broken bones he had muscle damage that had to be repaired along with the partial hip replacement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is not taking the hospital stay very well. He keeps trying to leave. He is combative with mom and the nurses. He was moved to an extended care facility this evening. He told us he will stay for one week and then he is going home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go back to the doctor. I have a sinus infection again. The doctor is giving me a different antibiotic. When I am well he is going to do some blood work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for mom and dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But as for me, my prayer is unto thee, O Lord, in an acceptable time: O God, in the multitude of thy mercy hear me, in the truth of thy salvation. Deliver me out of the mire, and let me not sink: let me be delivered from them that hate me, and out of the deep waters. Let not the waterflood overflow me, neither let the deep swallow me up, and let not the pit shut her mouth upon me. Hear me, O Lord; for thy lovingkindness is good: turn unto me according to the multitude of thy tender mercies. And hide not thy face from thy servant; for I am in trouble: hear me speedily.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 69:13-17&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-6508350113419809533?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/6508350113419809533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=6508350113419809533' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/6508350113419809533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/6508350113419809533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2011/05/last-saturday-dad-fell-and-broke-his.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-2019257063040943729</id><published>2011-04-23T20:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T21:11:12.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Happy Easter! He Lives!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I serve a risen Saviour; He's in the world today. &lt;br /&gt;I know that He is living, whatever men may say. &lt;br /&gt;I see His hand of mercy, I hear His voice of cheer, &lt;br /&gt;And just the time I need Him He's always near. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified. He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay. And go quickly, and tell his disciples that he is risen from the dead; and, behold, he goeth before you into Galilee; there shall ye see him: lo, I have told you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matthew 28:5-7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-2019257063040943729?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/2019257063040943729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=2019257063040943729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/2019257063040943729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/2019257063040943729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-easter-he-lives-i-serve-risen.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-133992446683541651</id><published>2011-04-18T18:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T18:06:41.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weather has been beautiful. But spring has brought the wild flowering hedges into bloom which has caused sneezing, watery eyes and a runny nose even though I am taking zyrtec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago on garbage pickup day, I side swiped a garbage can and knocked loose a side mirror on my car. I saw the can but a big truck was coming towards me and I decided to move closer to the shoulder. A lot of the roads in my area have been black topped but do not have center lines painted on them and they are more narrow. I still thought I wasn't that close to the container but I admit I was paying more attention to the middle of the road and the truck instead of the shoulder of the road. That mistake cost me $150.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I went to mom and dad's yesterday. Mom told us that dad fell saturday. He has been falling at least once a week now. While we were there my sister saw him leaning over to light a pile of trash on the ground that he had poured gas on. She was able to get to him and stop him. He doesn't seem to realize or accept that he can't do certain things. His doctor has told him he is going to be falling and needs to be more careful. Dad is not being careful at all. He refuses to use a walker. We have two different kinds for him. But he says he doesn't need one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;For we are saved by hope: but hope that is seen is not hope: for what a man seeth, why doth he yet hope for? But if we hope for that we see not, then do we with patience wait for it. Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. And he that searcheth the hearts knoweth what is the mind of the Spirit, because he maketh intercession for the saints according to the will of God. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romans 8:24-27&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-133992446683541651?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/133992446683541651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=133992446683541651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/133992446683541651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/133992446683541651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2011/04/weather-has-been-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-154673571715901030</id><published>2011-04-08T19:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T19:39:47.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally getting well, was getting worried. The doctor gave me medicine for a bacterial infection. And some codeine cough medicine to help with the coughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad went back to his doctor and was diagnosed with congestive heart failure. The doctor added another fluid pill and dad is not wheezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 Corinthians 15:58&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-154673571715901030?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/154673571715901030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=154673571715901030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/154673571715901030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/154673571715901030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2011/04/finally-getting-well-was-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-2009112017893711033</id><published>2011-03-20T10:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T18:37:21.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The days are beautiful with a bluebird sky as K would say. The creepie crawlies are flying with the breezes. I go out but usually run back inside and hope nothing is crawling on my back or in my hair. Hopefully no one hears me hollering. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cough is still hanging around. I do not cough when I am in bed so thankfully I can sleep. It is annoying when right in the middle of doing something I get a coughing attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new song is on my mind and in my heart these days. The christian group Casting Crowns sings my favorite version of the song. I am glad a coworker told me about the christian radio station KLOVE. I receive so much peace and joy listening to this station. I linked the music video to the title below.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xODpgyqGCYM"&gt;GLORIOUS DAY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when Heaven was filled with His praises&lt;br /&gt;One day when sin was as black as could be&lt;br /&gt;Jesus came forth to be born of a virgin&lt;br /&gt;Dwelt among men, my example is He&lt;br /&gt;Word became flesh and the light shined among us&lt;br /&gt;His glory revealed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living, He loved me&lt;br /&gt;Dying, He saved me&lt;br /&gt;Buried, He carried my sins far away&lt;br /&gt;Rising, He justified freely forever&lt;br /&gt;One day He’s coming&lt;br /&gt;Oh glorious day, oh glorious day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day they led Him up Calvary’s mountain&lt;br /&gt;One day they nailed Him to die on a tree&lt;br /&gt;Suffering anguish, despised and rejected&lt;br /&gt;Bearing our sins, my Redeemer is He&lt;br /&gt;Hands that healed nations, stretched out on a tree&lt;br /&gt;And took the nails for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the grave could conceal Him no longer&lt;br /&gt;One day the stone rolled away from the door&lt;br /&gt;Then He arose, over death He had conquered&lt;br /&gt;Now He’s ascended, my Lord evermore&lt;br /&gt;Death could not hold Him, the grave could not keep Him&lt;br /&gt;From rising again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day the trumpet will sound for His coming&lt;br /&gt;One day the skies with His glories will shine&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful day, my Beloved One, bringing&lt;br /&gt;My Savior, Jesus, is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Michael Bleecker, John Mark Hall &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-2009112017893711033?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/2009112017893711033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=2009112017893711033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/2009112017893711033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/2009112017893711033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2011/03/days-are-beautiful-with-bluebird-sky-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-8048818824789002567</id><published>2011-03-12T12:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T12:15:05.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I realize it has been a while since I posted. It has been the same things going on one day after the next. I sat in front of the computer but couldn't make myself type. I guess I am in a rut and need to make myself climb out of it. I have been sick every two weeks it seems. Two weeks ago it was a stomach virus. Now I have the dreaded sinus infection and bronchitis. I thought I had built up my immune system because I went a year without having it. Now I have had it twice within a few months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with the flu, bronchitis, and rsv; head lice and roseola is going around the daycare. I think every child in the daycare has a running nose and cough. The place is a breeding ground of germs. Hand washing doesn't seem to be enough anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week one of my little boys came to daycare wearing a camouflage hat. He told me it was his pawpaw's hat. He asked me if I knew why he was wearing the hat. I ask him why and he said his pawpaw didn't need it anymore because he was in heaven. My heart cracked a little bit. We hugged a little and talked about how wonderful heaven is and how happy his pawpaw is because he is wearing the hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little corner of the world is greening up beautifully. All the colors of the rainbow are showing up in the flower and trees that are blooming. It is so lovely outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I waited patiently for the Lord; and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry. He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings. And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God: many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the Lord.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 40:1-3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-8048818824789002567?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/8048818824789002567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=8048818824789002567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/8048818824789002567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/8048818824789002567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-realize-it-has-been-while-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-1555548054267676338</id><published>2011-02-05T12:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T12:49:26.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The daycare closed thursday and friday because of the winter storm we had in the south. I don't know if we are going to get paid for the two days. But I was glad I didn't have to try and drive on frozen highways. I will be glad when things start getting back to normal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I noticed robins in the front yard. Seeing them and then hearing that Punxsutawney Phil didn't see his shadow makes me think that we really will have an early spring. The weather station has said that another winter storm will make its way south next week. I am so ready for spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In thee, O Lord, do I put my trust: let me never be put to confusion. Deliver me in thy righteousness, and cause me to escape: incline thine ear unto me, and save me. Be thou my strong habitation, whereunto I may continually resort: thou hast given commandment to save me; for thou art my rock and my fortress. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 71:1-3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-1555548054267676338?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/1555548054267676338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=1555548054267676338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/1555548054267676338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/1555548054267676338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2011/02/daycare-closed-thursday-and-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-2290048310123834516</id><published>2011-01-29T16:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T18:09:56.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>February is right around the corner. I always feel the days are too long at work. But the first month of the new year is almost over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children have been so loud this month. The preschool teachers have also remarked about the noise level. One coworker said she noticed the children having selective hearing. I tested the theory in my class. I had been trying to get one of my little girls to stop playing and pick up her toys because play time was over. I went to the other children and told them also. I tried telling the whole class but they do not acknowledge that I am even in the room let alone that I am talking. Most of the others were cleaning up but she wouldn't stop playing. I told her several times but she wouldn't listen. I called her by her sister's name and immediately she told me that wasn't her name. That let me know she had heard me tell her to pick up her toys. Selective hearing is becoming the normal hearing at the daycare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several of the kids are sick with &lt;a href="http://kidshealth.org/parent/infections/bacterial_viral/rsv.html"&gt;rsv&lt;/a&gt;. Some of the older children are sick with the flu. I have a cold again and I'm taking mucinex DM. Just a couple more months and spring will be here. I know all of us are needing and wanting warmer weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;b&gt;I CAN ONLY IMAGINE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can only imagine what it will be like, when I walk by Your side...&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine, what my eyes will see, when Your Face is before me!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by Your Glory, what will my heart feel?&lt;br /&gt;Will I dance for you, Jesus? Or in awe of You, be still?&lt;br /&gt;Will I stand in Your presence, or to my knees will I fall?&lt;br /&gt;Will I sing 'Hallelujah!'? Will I be able to speak at all?&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine! I can only imagine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine, when that day comes, when I find myself standing in the Son!&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine, when all I will do, is forever, forever worship You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by Your Glory, what will my heart feel? &lt;br /&gt;Will I dance for you, Jesus? Or in awe of You, be still?&lt;br /&gt;Will I stand in Your presence, or to my knees will I fall?&lt;br /&gt;Will I sing 'Hallelujah!'? Will I be able to speak at all?&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine! I can only imagine!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine, when all I do is forever, forever worship You!&lt;br /&gt;I can only imagine.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bart Millart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-2290048310123834516?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/2290048310123834516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=2290048310123834516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/2290048310123834516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/2290048310123834516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2011/01/february-is-right-around-corner.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-8442907141599652469</id><published>2011-01-17T18:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T18:36:34.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This month is almost over. I can't believe it. I went to the library and the librarian handed me the return slip and said the books are due back february 7th. Time is moving too fast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad overed the pneumonia but is wheezing again. When he went for his chest xray the doctor referred him to a lung specialist but his appointment is not still march. I told mom she will have to get another appointment with dad's primary doctor. Mom's blood work was good again. Now she just has to pass all her kidney function tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louisiana has had some extreme cold weather, for me that is. I know other parts of the country are colder but the twenties make my toes hurt. No chilblains on my toes so far this winter and no busted water pipes. I am so ready for spring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And in that day thou shalt say, O Lord, I will praise thee: though thou wast angry with me, thine anger is turned away, and thou comfortedst me. Behold, God is my salvation; I will trust, and not be afraid: for the Lord Jehovah is my strength and my song; he also is become my salvation. Therefore with joy shall ye draw water out of the wells of salvation.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isaiah 12:1-3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-8442907141599652469?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/8442907141599652469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=8442907141599652469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/8442907141599652469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/8442907141599652469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-month-is-almost-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-8291885602481093077</id><published>2011-01-01T16:07:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T18:19:39.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>January 1st, 2011 is here and this is my first blog of the new year. I didn't stay up to greet the new year. I look forward to sleeping too much these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday it was 71 degrees here, very hot and muggy. When I came back from visiting mom and dad, there was a frog on the door. It had been a while since I had encountered one. That is one of the blessing I count for the cold weather, no creepie crawlies. Thankfully I saw it before opening the door. I still haven't seen the one that got into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and dad are doing okay. Next week they both have doctor appointments. Dad for a chest xray and mom to have her monthly blood test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will say of the Lord, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 91:2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-8291885602481093077?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/8291885602481093077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=8291885602481093077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/8291885602481093077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/8291885602481093077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2011/01/january-1st-2011-is-here-and-this-is-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-305659018345637971</id><published>2010-12-28T18:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T19:49:23.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally got dad to the doctor. He has pneumonia. The doctor wanted him to go to the hospital but he refused. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom got upset because dad told the doctor it was her fault he was sick. Said she kept the house too hot. The truth is he won't let her run the heater much because the electric bill will be too high. I try to explain to mom that she shouldn't take what he says to heart. I know it's hard, she is with him twenty four hours a day. And he is a disagreeable person. More so since he has gotten older. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard a beautiful song this christmas season, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kPbV_HTpyx0"&gt;Breath of Heaven.&lt;/a&gt; I consider it more than a christmas song. It touches my soul. It is a song I will listen to all year. I hope you will enjoy it also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hold up my goings in thy paths, that my footsteps slip not. I have called upon thee, for thou wilt hear me, O God: incline thine ear unto me, and hear my speech. Shew thy marvellous lovingkindness, O thou that savest by thy right hand them which put their trust in thee from those that rise up against them. Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me under the shadow of thy wings,&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 17:5-8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-305659018345637971?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/305659018345637971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=305659018345637971' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/305659018345637971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/305659018345637971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2010/12/finally-got-dad-to-doctor.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-1056004842618581968</id><published>2010-12-25T20:35:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T20:54:40.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas everyone!! Christmas has come and gone here. Windchill was 34 today. I shouldn't moan and groan about the temperature because so many other places are really cold. It is too cold for us in the south. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad has a cold. We are trying to keep it from turning into bronchitis. He is fighting us every step of the way. We ask him not to go outside because he refuses to put a jacket on. He says he is not cold he doesn't need a jacket. We are pushing the fluids because he is taking a decongestant. He says he is not thirsty. Mom is getting worn out with the constant bickering with dad. She calls us to help convince him to do the things he is suppose to do and is refusing to do when she tells him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you: For every one that asketh receiveth; and he that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened. Or what man is there of you, whom if his son ask bread, will he give him a stone? Or if he ask a fish, will he give him a serpent? If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father which is in heaven give good things to them that ask him? Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them: for this is the law and the prophets.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matthew 7:7-12&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-1056004842618581968?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/1056004842618581968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=1056004842618581968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/1056004842618581968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/1056004842618581968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-everyone-christmas-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-2879896564510481357</id><published>2010-12-19T20:27:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T21:22:39.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Where has the year gone so fast. I can't believe next weekend is christmas. I still have two gifts to buy. I am never ready. Always running around on christmas eve. I haven't decided on what to give mom and dad. Every time I came up with an idea, the next time I visited I would find out they bought it for themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am mostly well. I still get coughing spells occasionally. My kids at daycare are coughing and have runny noses so I figure before winter is over I will probably be sick again. I wash my hands and take vitamins, doing what I can to stay healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In answer to grannybird's question, mom and dad live in a nice neighborhood. We don't know why they have been singled out. Last week their mailbox was knocked off the post again. The policeman who came out made the comment that he had replaced his fourteen times. I don't think he realized the comment did not bring comfort to my mom. It made her feel worse to think they were going to have to keep fixing the mailbox. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's last blood test showed her blood sugar levels were up. We are working up new menus to help watch sugar. She doesn't eat much so we couldn't figure where the carbs were coming from. Her only treat was coffee with sugar and coffemate. She seems to think that caused the change in her blood work so decided she needed to stop drinking her coffee. I am trying to convince her to keep the one thing she enjoyed and we can make a few changes like adding real cream instead of the coffeemate which is made from corn syrup. She is doing real good with her renal insufficiency diet. Now she has to monitor sugar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;How amiable are thy tabernacles, O Lord of hosts! My soul longeth, yea, even fainteth for the courts of the Lord: my heart and my flesh crieth out for the living God. Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God. Blessed are they that dwell in thy house: they will be still praising thee. Selah.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 84:1-4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-2879896564510481357?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/2879896564510481357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=2879896564510481357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/2879896564510481357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/2879896564510481357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2010/12/where-has-year-gone-so-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-3765019188251064506</id><published>2010-12-04T20:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T21:59:41.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>December, almost christmas; as usual I'm not ready. Thanksgiving came and went, I went to my sister's house. We went to mom and dad's that following sunday. They don't much want to celebrate holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time the weather drops into the thirties I get sick. When I didn't get my usual spring cold, I thought I was doing great. When fall came and I didn't get a cold, I was really ready to shout. Well I now have sinusitis and bronchitis. The doctor said if I had waited a couple more days it would have turned into pneumonia. I am on four medicines. I had to make a chart to help me remember to take them. Of course they are to be taken at different times. I don't know how I am going to do all this at work next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom goes for more blood work monday morning. They had began to calm down after the fire and burgalries and their mailbox being stolen twice when now they have to worry about exploding plastic bottles being placed in mailboxes. That is the newest thing that is happening in the area.  Chemicals are placed in the bottles and when they are moved they explode. I don't understand someone wanting to cause harm to another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peace be to the brethren, and love with faith, from God the Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. Grace be with all them that love our Lord Jesus Christ in sincerity. Amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ephesians 6:23-24&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-3765019188251064506?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/3765019188251064506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=3765019188251064506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/3765019188251064506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/3765019188251064506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-almost-christmas-as-usual-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-3732432092117555305</id><published>2010-11-21T20:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T20:41:17.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>November is almost over, where has this year gone? The temperature has been in the eighties during the days. I would like some colder temps again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's last blood work was good. Her platelets were looking better. She still gets short winded and can't stand for long, but she is doing okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been a strain. I keep counting my blessings but.... I am only human. I know that is not an excuse. I had been working in the infant room. I ask them not to put me there. I can do the job but it is a challenge. I was told there is no one else. This past week one of the mothers became upset because I ask the office to call her and tell her that I felt her daughter was sick because she was fussy and had vomited. The mother became very angry and said her daughter had acid reflux and accused me of over feeding her. She said I did that every time I subbed in the infant room. Furthermore if the office didn't pull me out of the room she would take her two children out of the daycare. Instead of defending me, the office moved the baby temporarily to the next room until my coworker comes back to work. And I will not be allowed to sub in any room the child is in. I don't understand the way this was handled. When I asked not to be put in there I was told I had to; when an irate parent says I am not good enough to take care of her child I am told I can't work in the infant room. I followed the mom's instructions on what to feed her daughter and at what time to feed her. I know I did nothing wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go back. I wish I didn't have to work at all.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let all those that seek thee rejoice and be glad in thee: and let such as love thy salvation say continually, Let God be magnified. But I am poor and needy: make haste unto me, O God: thou art my help and my deliverer; O Lord, make no tarrying.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 70:4-5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-3732432092117555305?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/3732432092117555305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=3732432092117555305' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/3732432092117555305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/3732432092117555305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2010/11/november-is-almost-over-where-has-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-3429965233117380502</id><published>2010-10-30T16:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T16:57:06.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I actually turned the heater on this morning, woohoo! I have been looking forward to cold weather. I might be saying something different when it gets in the twenties. But right now it is "bring it on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughterinlaw has introduced me to the world of texting. I am also getting a touch screen cell phone tomorrow. She said it will have a keyboard like a typewriter. Now when I try to text, I forget you have to touch the key more than once for some of the letters and I end up with a garbled mess. It might be too much new information for my tired old brain to process. I am going to give it a try though. She also told me I need to get a face book page. I told her no one is interested in me and besides what in the world would I write on a daily basis? So far today I have not received the first text message. See, no one is interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday mom finally showed signs of getting over the flu. She lost more weight which has me worried. My sister and I bought some things we hope will tempt her to eat more than a few mouthfuls like she has been doing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not seen the frog that made it's way into my house. My sister told me they will go to a water source. I have been a nervous wreck every time I go into the bathroom. I bring a flash light with me and do a CSI search before I remove my clothes to take a shower. I don't want to be frightened and faint and hit my head and be found sprawled naked on the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sing, O heavens; and be joyful, O earth; and break forth into singing, O mountains: for the Lord hath comforted his people, and will have mercy upon his afflicted. But Zion said, The Lord hath forsaken me, and my Lord hath forgotten me. Can a woman forget her sucking child, that she should not have compassion on the son of her womb? yea, they may forget, yet will I not forget thee. Behold, I have graven thee upon the palms of my hands; thy walls are continually before me.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isaiah 49:13-16&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-3429965233117380502?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/3429965233117380502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=3429965233117380502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/3429965233117380502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/3429965233117380502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-actually-turned-heater-on-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-3635565717355837911</id><published>2010-10-24T18:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T18:36:36.975-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am surprised it is almost a new month beginning. And before we get the thanksgiving stuff put away it will be time for christmas once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to take two days off from work because I was sick. I thought it was the virus that my coworkers and some children from the daycare had been home with. But my stomach is still having fiery pains. I may have to go to the doctor if it doesn't clear up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new problem I am now having to deal with is creepy crawlies on the door and getting in the house. Today and as of right now I am watching for a frog that came in the door. I have been battling one every morning going to work. They have been getting between the storm door and wooden door but I have been able to ease past it. Then I get to my car and find them on it. It is nerve wracking. This afternoon I slowly opened the door being prepared but not thinking one would be on it this late in the day. I let out a scream because two was on the door. One jumped to the storm door but the other jumped into the living room. I haven't found it yet. I am sitting with the broom close at hand and a towel to throw on it if I can so it won't go any further into the house. I was so used to K protecting me, now I have to figure these calamities out for myself. As long as I have lived here I have not had anything getting on the door like this. They got on the porch and K would remove them when he came home. I have been spraying them with wasp spray because I don't have to get close to them and chasing them off the porch. This past month they have been clinging to the door and this has been stressing me out knowing I have to open the door and hope they stay off me and outside of the house. If I knew why they suddenly decided to get on the door I would definitely change whatever it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom seems to be getting weaker and not able to stand for any length of time. Today she said she was hurting all over. I told her that she had a flu shot friday it might be from that since her immune system is real low now even though they never bothered her before. If she isn't any better next week we are going to have to get her in to see a doctor.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be of the same mind one toward another. Mind not high things, but condescend to men of low estate. Be not wise in your own conceits. Recompense to no man evil for evil. Provide things honest in the sight of all men. If it be possible, as much as lieth in you, live peaceably with all men. Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath: for it is written, Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord. Therefore if thine enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give him drink: for in so doing thou shalt heap coals of fire on his head. Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romans 12:16-21&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-3635565717355837911?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/3635565717355837911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=3635565717355837911' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/3635565717355837911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/3635565717355837911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-surprised-it-is-almost-new-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-2882254580252595011</id><published>2010-10-17T19:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T20:43:43.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am glad that I finished my week of subbing in the infant room. Six babies for one adult to take care of is challenging. But I survived with only one stained shirt and an aching back. I picked up one little fellow and he threw up all over the front of my shirt. Luckily I went to work prepared with a changing of clothes. I always do when they put me in the infant room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been seeing a squirrel hanging around in the yard. I have even seen it by the car. I hope it doesn't decide to move into my attic when the really cold weather gets here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to get some mums when I go to the store. The fall colors are slowly starting to show in the leaves of the trees. They are not as deep shades as other parts of the country but are still beautiful. The fall flowers are starting to bloom, too. It is a wonderful time of the year.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blessed is every one that feareth the Lord; that walketh in his ways. For thou shalt eat the labour of thine hands: happy shalt thou be, and it shall be well with thee. Thy wife shall be as a fruitful vine by the sides of thine house: thy children like olive plants round about thy table. Behold, that thus shall the man be blessed that feareth the Lord. The Lord shall bless thee out of Zion: and thou shalt see the good of Jerusalem all the days of thy life. Yea, thou shalt see thy children's children, and peace upon Israel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 128:1-6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-2882254580252595011?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/2882254580252595011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=2882254580252595011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/2882254580252595011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/2882254580252595011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-am-glad-that-i-finished-my-week-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-21378110363429237</id><published>2010-10-03T15:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T15:56:55.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow the weather feels so good now. I had to pull out my thick socks yesterday morning, my toes were cold. My next electric bill will be lower because my central air unit has been off this whole week. All I have used is ceiling fans. At night I don't even need a fan. The cooler temperatures have me wanting to cook and eat soups, stews and corn bread. The smell of corn bread baking in the oven triggers so many good happy memories for me.`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I have been cleaning out my kitchen and bathroom cabinets of things past their expiration dates. I hadn't thought to do this in a while. The other day I took a bottle of cough medicine from the cabinet and noticed the expiration date. I checked the decongestion medicine and it was also expired. Now I have to restock all my cold medicines. Most of my spices and seasonings needed to be thrown out, too. I haven't did a lot of cooking since I am by myself. I don't think I have emptied a bottle of seasoning in a long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and dad are the same, no significant changes in their health. My older sister and I had been buying extra groceries for mom and dad to help them out. Trying to get things for them that we felt would be nutrious that dad wasn't buying and to help them save money. But dad would get upset and demand the receipt so he could pay us back. One day while on the phone with mom, she was reading aloud the sale paper from the Winn-Dixie grocery store in our neighborhood. She was telling me about the different buy one get one free items that were on sale, to help "me" save money. I was thinking about this later that evening and knew God was telling me this was how I could give to mom and dad. Now I buy the sale items and I get one and I tell dad that he is getting the "free" item and he doesn't owe me anything, it is a gift. He tells me that is okay as long as he can give me a gift one day. But mom and dad keep up with the sales. If I try to give them something that wasn't on sale, dad knows and wants to pay me. He is one tough old bird. hahaha   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law. And they that are Christ's have crucified the flesh with the affections and lusts. If we live in the Spirit, let us also walk in the Spirit. Let us not be desirous of vain glory, provoking one another, envying one another.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Galatians 5:22-26&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-21378110363429237?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/21378110363429237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=21378110363429237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/21378110363429237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/21378110363429237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2010/10/wow-weather-feels-so-good-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-5869531944234762049</id><published>2010-09-25T16:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T16:24:48.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realized it has been a while since I blogged. I have been trying to help mom and dad and still get some stress relief and relaxation. It isn't easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's kidney doctor put her on a vitamin d prescription. Her doctors just keep giving her more pills to take. And every one has the warning "do not take if you have a kidney disease." They say the benefits outweigh the side effects. It is all so scary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two weeks ago Dad fell in the yard. He uses a cane but he is in stage 3 of Parkinson's. He bruised both arms and took skin off his nose and arms. He tries to keep doing things or rather thinks he should be able to do what he used to do. He went to his primary doctor and she took him off his blood pressure medicine because now his blood pressure is too low. Dad has lost a lot of weight too and the doctor wants him to gain at least fifteen pounds. Mom said he has no appetite and will eat a couple bites of any thing she gives him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is going through bouts of confusion and mom doesn't know how to talk to him when this happens. She argues with him. She had a hard time getting him dressed to go to the doctor thursday morning. He didn't want to wear the shirt she gave him to wear. He said it was too big. She told him he wore it last week when he went for his blood work. He said he didn't. She got another one for him and he didn't want that one either. She said she took five shirts out of the closet. He told her that he wanted the shirts he had bought not the ones she had bought him, that he didn't like any of them. Mom has never picked out or bought any clothes or shoes for dad. He has always done his own shopping. When he makes remarks about things that has never happened mom gets upset. We all get upset but mom most of all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a raise at work and was ecstatic. I went home and figured it up. I rechecked my math, anger and confusion quickly followed. I get a whopping five dollars more a month. After taxes I won't even know I got a raise. It reminds me of a slap in the face. I am constantly praying to God to forgive me for my harsh thoughts and thanking Him for taking care of me. I couldn't do it on own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grace be to you and peace from God the Father, and from our Lord Jesus Christ, Who gave himself for our sins, that he might deliver us from this present evil world, according to the will of God and our Father: To whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Galatians 1:3-5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-5869531944234762049?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/5869531944234762049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=5869531944234762049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/5869531944234762049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/5869531944234762049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-just-realized-it-has-been-while-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-8865709577545866038</id><published>2010-09-11T22:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T17:48:29.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>September is all ready here. There was one nice cool week with the temperatures in the low nineties. It was wonderful. Thank the Lord the hurricanes have passed us. Of course there is still the possibility of one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom called a couple of weeks ago and told me her hair was falling out. I was worried that because of her strict diet she might not be making sure she was getting enough vitamins and nutritious foods. She told me my sister said it was a side effect of one of her new prescriptions she was taking. I asked her for the name and researched it. I was shocked to read that it was oral chemotherapy. It is used for the treatment of pre-leukemia. Mom or my sister hadn't told me. She has been doing great, the hair loss was the only problem she was having. I talked to her today and she is feeling very tired. Please add her to your prayer list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This then is the message which we have heard of him, and declare unto you, that God is light, and in him is no darkness at all. If we say that we have fellowship with him, and walk in darkness, we lie, and do not the truth: But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin. If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. If we say that we have not sinned, we make him a liar, and his word is not in us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 John 1:5-10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-8865709577545866038?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/8865709577545866038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=8865709577545866038' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/8865709577545866038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/8865709577545866038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-is-all-ready-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-3520455491532252111</id><published>2010-08-22T17:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T19:12:57.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is still so hot. I am really looking forward to winter. Tomorrow the temperature is suppose to reach 100 and the heat index is going to be 125. Last week the heat index actually reached 130, too too hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and dad are needing more help with daily tasks. Both are having trouble walking. Mom is having a hard time staying on her renal failure diet. I told her most people are like that and she just needs to get back on track. Dad had been getting shots for pain in his shoulders and knees but the relief was minimal. The doctor said his joints are bone on bone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's are telling me that I should move in with mom and dad and help. I have been going after work and doing what I can. We all do something for them; I am not ready to move in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newest thing at work is the requirement to wear a uniform. I don't know what kind it is going to be. They are suppose to give us an order form. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In thee, O Lord, do I put my trust: let me never be put to confusion. Deliver me in thy righteousness, and cause me to escape: incline thine ear unto me, and save me. Be thou my strong habitation, whereunto I may continually resort: thou hast given commandment to save me; for thou art my rock and my fortress. Deliver me, O my God, out of the hand of the wicked, out of the hand of the unrighteous and cruel man. For thou art my hope, O Lord God: thou art my trust from my youth.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 71:1-5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-3520455491532252111?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/3520455491532252111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=3520455491532252111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/3520455491532252111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/3520455491532252111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-is-still-so-hot.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-5660266428345433785</id><published>2010-08-15T13:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T13:46:27.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This past week was my first week with my new group of children. I have had a constant prayer in my heart, Lord help me I can't do it without You. Half the group can't sit at all, the other half can not stop talking and not a one realizes I am in the room with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I was in such a hurry to leave work and get home, I was trying to put the house key in the car ignition. The inside of the car was so hot and sweat was getting into my eyes and I thought I was just missing the key hole. So I leaned over to see around the steering wheel and as I was looking at the key hole I saw that the key I was holding was not the car key. I guess as I was thinking "home" my fingers selected the house key on the key ring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two months ago I started taking magnesium to help me sleep. One of my coworkers told me her doctor had suggested it to her. I don't have insomnia. My problem is I wake up off and on all night. Sometimes I wake up around 2:30 in the morning and can't go back to sleep. The difference I have noticed with my sleeping since taking the magnesium is I am able to get back to sleep easier and I am not waking up as often as I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found that &lt;a href="http://www.umm.edu/altmed/articles/magnesium-000313.htm"&gt;magnesium&lt;/a&gt; helped with my shakiness. My blood work always came back good. The doctor kept saying it was fatigue related. When I read the web page I found that one of my blood pressure medicines could lower magnesium levels. I have found two benefits from taking magnesium-no shaking and more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He that regardeth the day, regardeth it unto the Lord; and he that regardeth not the day, to the Lord he doth not regard it. He that eateth, eateth to the Lord, for he giveth God thanks; and he that eateth not, to the Lord he eateth not, and giveth God thanks. For none of us liveth to himself, and no man dieth to himself. For whether we live, we live unto the Lord; and whether we die, we die unto the Lord: whether we live therefore, or die, we are the Lord's. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romans 14:6-8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-5660266428345433785?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/5660266428345433785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=5660266428345433785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/5660266428345433785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/5660266428345433785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-past-week-was-my-first-week-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-3353778055032609390</id><published>2010-08-09T19:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T20:05:23.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I posted. The heat is relentless. All I really want to say over and over, even in the evening, it is too hot and I am tired of sweating. I stay hot at work and at home. It is better inside the house even though the air conditioner can only keep the house around eighty five. I keep fans blowing on my face all the time. When I move away from the fans I immediately start sweating. It is miserable but I know it could get worse. I could get without electricity. I shouldn't complain because I know lots of people earn their living outside in the extreme heat. I honestly don't know how they survive it. Being hot all the time takes everything out of me. I need the weekends to re energize myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from St.Paul, Minnesota where I was visiting with my oldest son and his wife . The weather was wonderful, you could stay outside all the time. I really didn't want to come back to Louisiana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My newest song that I listen to is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C_fgE8V0Kuw&amp;playnext=1&amp;videos=ylAxo_wogQ0"&gt;Todd Agnew's Grace Like Rain. &lt;/a&gt; His version of the song Amazing Grace reminds me, &lt;i&gt;"they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 Corinthians 13:11-13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-3353778055032609390?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/3353778055032609390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=3353778055032609390' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/3353778055032609390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/3353778055032609390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2010/08/it-has-been-while-since-i-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-5319123057055541776</id><published>2010-07-03T11:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T11:53:16.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 4th of July blogger friends!!!!! I am thankful for our independence and yes for a three day weekend!!!! woo-hoo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly my strength comes from the Lord and the words on my mind this past week are the words in the song, "Sweetly Broken".  I have been singing to myself continously since hearing this song. You can listen to it &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O5_Z3ZZYLDc"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; The song is sung by Jeremy Riddle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sweetly Broken&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the cross I look, to the cross I cling&lt;br /&gt;Of its suffering I do drink&lt;br /&gt;Of its work I do sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For on it my Savior both bruised and crushed&lt;br /&gt;Showed that God is love&lt;br /&gt;And God is just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the cross You beckon me&lt;br /&gt;You draw me gently to my knees, and I am&lt;br /&gt;Lost for words, so lost in love,&lt;br /&gt;Im sweetly broken, wholly surrendered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a priceless gift, undeserved life&lt;br /&gt;Have I been given&lt;br /&gt;Through Christ crucified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youve called me out of death&lt;br /&gt;Youve called me into life&lt;br /&gt;And I was under Your wrath&lt;br /&gt;Now through the cross Im reconciled &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In awe of the cross I must confess&lt;br /&gt;How wondrous Your redeeming love and&lt;br /&gt;How great is Your faithfulness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-5319123057055541776?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/5319123057055541776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=5319123057055541776' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/5319123057055541776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/5319123057055541776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-4th-of-july-blogger-friends-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-3160980802034260089</id><published>2010-06-27T15:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T15:25:37.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I posted. Nothing has changed, not even the heat index. It has been hot hot hot. I can't believe I am saying it but I am so ready for cold temperatures. State law says we have to take the children out every day. We don't stay out long, but it is long enough for every part of me to get wet. I have a portable fan I take with me but of course the kids want a turn. In all the little fan is a big help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tropical depression Alex has got everyone watching the weather channel. I have got my battery fans ready and lots of extra batteries so I can half way breathe when the electricity goes out. Hope this doesn't happen any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I kept finding these little puddles on the kitchen floor. The first one I just cleaned up without giving it much thought. The second one I cleaned up while thinking maybe it happened while I was drying the dishes I had washed. When I saw the third one I had to look up at the ceiling to see if there was a leak. Then I looked along the bottom of the cabinet to see if maybe there was a leaky pipe. I didn't see any wet spots so the mystery continued. I kept going to the kitchen and looking at floor but I didn't see anything. Then I went to fix me a glass of iced tea and felt something wet and cold on my foot. I had my shoes on so this felt strange and I jumped. I looked but didn't see anything on the floor. Looking around and trying to figure out what happened, I noticed the top of my foot was wet. There wasn't anything on the floor. I still had my glass in one hand and the container of tea in the other. Then I saw that the lid on the container was crooked. I tipped it and sure enough tea leaked out onto the floor. All day when I filled my glass with tea some dribbled onto the floor. I guess this time my foot happened to be in the right spot or I might never have solved the mystery of the puddles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;God be merciful unto us, and bless us; and cause his face to shine upon us; Selah. That thy way may be known upon earth, thy saving health among all nations. Let the people praise thee, O God; let all the people praise thee. O let the nations be glad and sing for joy: for thou shalt judge the people righteously, and govern the nations upon earth. Selah. Let the people praise thee, O God; let all the people praise thee.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 67:1-5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-3160980802034260089?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/3160980802034260089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=3160980802034260089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/3160980802034260089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/3160980802034260089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-has-been-while-since-i-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-1369511022291959577</id><published>2010-06-12T20:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T21:59:23.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time has been passing too quickly. Changes are coming at a rapid pace. Tuesday I turned onto my road after work and thought I was on the wrong road. I stopped and looked around and recognized the house on my right. I realized that I was seeing blue sky where the day before on the left side of the road all that was visible was trees. I have lived here thirty two years and it is disorienting coming down my road now. Every time I go out my door I feel strange and get butterflies in my stomach. Just two weeks ago I had woods as far as I could see all along the left side of the road. Now it is clear cut and all I see is ground and sky. I haven't learnt what is going to be built across the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been extremely hot this past week. Tomorrow it is suppose to get up to 100. The heat index was as high as 120 last week. This is only june, what is going to happen the rest of the summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The name of the Lord is a strong tower: the righteous runneth into it, and is safe.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Proverbs 18:10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-1369511022291959577?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/1369511022291959577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=1369511022291959577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/1369511022291959577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/1369511022291959577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2010/06/time-has-been-passing-too-quickly.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-5223164329113064841</id><published>2010-05-30T18:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T19:03:45.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Memorial Day! I am excited about my three day weekend and also thankful for the men and women who defend our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;Your silent tents of green&lt;br /&gt;We deck with fragrant flowers;&lt;br /&gt;Yours has the suffering been,&lt;br /&gt;The memory shall be ours.&lt;br /&gt;– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to find the words that define my new group of boys and girls. A few are very immature. One little fellow has to announce to the class every time he "poopoo's in the pottie." Then the class has to tell me that he said a bathroom word. Two of my little girls will not go to the bathroom unless I go with them. I have a group of wanderers. Only two will sit and do class work. The others just walk and pick up toys and lay them down and talk, talk, talk. They don't argue because they don't listen. Tuesday I am getting two more children to add to my group. I am satisfied with this group so I am afraid that my new ones will be my defiant ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to share a story about one of my little girls. She is very shy and doesn't accept change very well. She cried monday, tuesday she cried for a short time when she was dropped off, wednesday she didn't cry and her mom was happy. I was happy too. What happened was we always say the blessing before we eat and I was shocked when the little girl says, "God is great, God is good, let us thank him for Ms Patsy." My eyes and mouth popped open and she ran and gave me a hug. These are the times I am thankful that I work at a daycare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And they brought unto him also infants, that he would touch them: but when his disciples saw it, they rebuked them. But Jesus called them unto him, and said, Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not: for of such is the kingdom of God. Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child shall in no wise enter therein. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Luke 18:15-17&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-5223164329113064841?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/5223164329113064841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=5223164329113064841' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/5223164329113064841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/5223164329113064841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-memorial-day-i-am-excited-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-200280396608619415</id><published>2010-05-23T14:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T15:36:35.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I get my new class of 3 and 4 year olds. I am praying that I have more disciplined ones in this group. I didn't think I was going to survive until this last group was promoted. But I still have some brain cells left. Only about four children understood or accepted the fact when I told them to do something they were suppose to do it. The rest of the class believed if they said no they didn't want to I was suppose to let them tell me what they were going to do instead. I spent way too much time having to convince the children they had to do what I said. Putting children in time out did not work too well with this group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest change in my little corner of the world is the timber in the woods across the road from my house is being cut down. My house is sitting out in the open now and it doesn't look or feel right. A tornado took the trees down on two sides of the house in 2008. Presently I have a few trees on one side of the house. I feel like a wanderer in a strange land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heat index has been in the 100s this past week. I am worried about how hot it is going to be when summer actually gets here. And I can't believe the national hurricane center is already watching an area in the atlantic that might become our first named tropical storm for the 2010 hurricane season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. Wherefore, my beloved, as ye have always obeyed, not as in my presence only, but now much more in my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling. For it is God which worketh in you both to will and to do of his good pleasure. Do all things without murmurings and disputings: That ye may be blameless and harmless, the sons of God, without rebuke, in the midst of a crooked and perverse nation, among whom ye shine as lights in the world; Holding forth the word of life; that I may rejoice in the day of Christ, that I have not run in vain, neither laboured in vain. Yea, and if I be offered upon the sacrifice and service of your faith, I joy, and rejoice with you all. For the same cause also do ye joy, and rejoice with me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;Philipians 2:10-18&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-200280396608619415?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/200280396608619415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=200280396608619415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/200280396608619415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/200280396608619415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2010/05/tomorrow-i-get-my-new-class-of-3-and-4.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-6522677046455141450</id><published>2010-05-08T20:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T20:58:42.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Mother's Day!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a sweet and simple poem that I want to share. I admit it looks long but it is well worth the time to read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Mother&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who fed me from her gentle breast,&lt;br /&gt;And hush’d me in her arms to rest,&lt;br /&gt;And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?&lt;br /&gt;My Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When sleep forsook my open eye,&lt;br /&gt;Who was it sung sweet hushaby,&lt;br /&gt;And rock’d me that I should not cry?&lt;br /&gt;My Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who sat and watched my infant head,&lt;br /&gt;When sleeping in my cradle bed,&lt;br /&gt;And tears of sweet affection shed?&lt;br /&gt;My Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When pain and sickness made me cry,&lt;br /&gt;Who gazed upon my heavy eye,&lt;br /&gt;And wept for fear that I should die?&lt;br /&gt;My Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who dress’d my doll in clothes so gay,&lt;br /&gt;And taught me pretty how to play.&lt;br /&gt;And minded all I had to say?&lt;br /&gt;My Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who taught my infant lips to pray,&lt;br /&gt;And love God’s holy book and day.&lt;br /&gt;And walk in Wisdom’s pleasant way?&lt;br /&gt;My Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can I ever cease to be&lt;br /&gt;Affectionate and kind to thee,&lt;br /&gt;Who was so very kind to me?&lt;br /&gt;My Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, no! the thought I cannot bear;&lt;br /&gt;And if God please my life to spare,&lt;br /&gt;I hope I shall reward thy care,&lt;br /&gt;My Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who ran to help me when I fell,&lt;br /&gt;And would some pretty story tell,&lt;br /&gt;Or kiss the place to make it well?&lt;br /&gt;My Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When thou art feeble, old, and gray,&lt;br /&gt;My healthy arm shall be thy stay,&lt;br /&gt;And I will soothe thy pains away.&lt;br /&gt;My Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I see thee hang thy head,&lt;br /&gt;‘Twill be my turn to watch thy bed.&lt;br /&gt;And tears of sweet affection shed,&lt;br /&gt;My Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God, who lives above the skies,&lt;br /&gt;Would look with vengeance in His eyes,&lt;br /&gt;If I should ever dare despise&lt;br /&gt;My Mother.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann Taylor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-6522677046455141450?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/6522677046455141450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=6522677046455141450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/6522677046455141450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/6522677046455141450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day-i-found-sweet-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-3149052463348201956</id><published>2010-05-02T12:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T12:34:24.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to work tomorrow. Most of the U.S. has been under a tornado watch, including me. It has been hot and muggy and the air conditioner only helps a little. I have to count the blessing that I have an air conditioner and right now I still have electricity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I was able to work two evening shifts at work. It made long work days but the extra money was great. The director bought lunch for the day shift that worked the evening shift, which was over half of the day crew, because she said we went way beyond the call of duty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month the director is retiring. The daycare is still interviewing candidates for her replacement. I was hoping that one of the other ladies that work in the office would take her place but the board of directors want someone with a college degree. I am waiting to see what changes someone new will be "directing" us to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated dad's 82nd birthday with a crawfish boil. He has been having good days and bad days as mom calls them. Some days he hardly speaks and his face never changes expressions. Mom calls it his zombie face. On his good days he smiles and talks. He fell again last sunday evening. Thankfully he was inside on carpeted floor and didn't hurt his self. He has been falling but doesn't think he needs a walker or a cane. He has an electric wheel chair but only uses it when he wants to get the mail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am the Lord, and there is none else, there is no God beside me: I girded thee, though thou hast not known me: That they may know from the rising of the sun, and from the west, that there is none beside me. I am the Lord, and there is none else. I form the light, and create darkness: I make peace, and create evil: I the Lord do all these things. Drop down, ye heavens, from above, and let the skies pour down righteousness: let the earth open, and let them bring forth salvation, and let righteousness spring up together; I the Lord have created it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isaiah 45:5-8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-3149052463348201956?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/3149052463348201956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=3149052463348201956' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/3149052463348201956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/3149052463348201956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-to-work-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-4151270333395283922</id><published>2010-04-25T17:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T18:14:39.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend is practically over, just a few more hours left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had to turn on the air conditioner for the first time this year, the heat index went into the nineties. Every thing has greened up so wonderfully and the creepie crawlies have stopped flying through the air on their webs. It is so unnerving to be standing in the yard and suddenly this big fat caterpillar comes out of the sky and is dangling in your face. I can't help it; I run screaming. I did this when I was little and I have not out grown the problem. My dad would get angry with me and tell me I was lots bigger than that caterpillar or lizard or frog or worm or bug. My brain tells me that but I still can not control what ever it is that takes over by body and sends me running and shrieking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teach me thy way, O Lord, and lead me in a plain path, because of mine enemies. Deliver me not over unto the will of mine enemies: for false witnesses are risen up against me, and such as breathe out cruelty. I had fainted, unless I had believed to see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait on the Lord: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the Lord.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 27:11-14&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-4151270333395283922?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/4151270333395283922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=4151270333395283922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/4151270333395283922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/4151270333395283922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-weekend-is-practically-over-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-345429342566119270</id><published>2010-04-18T17:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T18:08:40.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The teenagers who had been burglarizing my parent's neighborhood have been arrested. They told the police that they set the shed on fire because they were bored. Mom and dad are still scared. They are still taking turns sleeping at night so that someone is always "on guard" as mom calls it. The boys took mom and dad's mailbox because they could. According to the teenagers, they tried other mailboxes but my parent's came out of the ground easily and every body else's didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that mom and dad will get back to feeling safe and comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun: But if a man live many years, and rejoice in them all; yet let him remember the days of darkness; for they shall be many. All that cometh is vanity. Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thine heart, and in the sight of thine eyes: but know thou, that for all these things God will bring thee into judgment. Therefore remove sorrow from thy heart, and put away evil from thy flesh: for childhood and youth are vanity.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ecclesiastes 11:7-10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-345429342566119270?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/345429342566119270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=345429342566119270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/345429342566119270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/345429342566119270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2010/04/teenagers-who-had-been-burglarizing-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-334313059168741898</id><published>2010-04-12T18:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T18:12:01.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another week into the future and I definitely feel older. We are already into the fourth month of this year. Time is passing so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been wonderful in my little corner of the earth. I only have to turn on a fan to stir the air and create a light breeze inside the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and dad are having troubles in their neighborhood. There have been burglaries. A weird coincidence, two weeks ago the house on the left of them was broken into and my parents' mailbox and pole was taken. Last night the house on the right of them was broken into and the shed set on fire and my parents' new mailbox and pole was stolen. I am worried about why these thieves are doing this to my mom and dad. Please pray for my mom and dad and the families in their neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The word which came to Jeremiah from the Lord, saying, Arise, and go down to the potter's house, and there I will cause thee to hear my words. Then I went down to the potter's house, and, behold, he wrought a work on the wheels. And the vessel that he made of clay was marred in the hand of the potter: so he made it again another vessel, as seemed good to the potter to make it. Then the word of the Lord came to me, saying, O house of Israel, cannot I do with you as this potter? saith the Lord. Behold, as the clay is in the potter's hand, so are ye in mine hand, O house of Israel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jeremiah 18:1-6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-334313059168741898?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/334313059168741898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=334313059168741898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/334313059168741898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/334313059168741898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-week-into-future-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-6528298163540747603</id><published>2010-04-04T09:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T09:53:08.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=red&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And when the sabbath was past, Mary Magdalene, and Mary the mother of James, and Salome, had bought sweet spices, that they might come and anoint him. And very early in the morning the first day of the week, they came unto the sepulchre at the rising of the sun. And they said among themselves, Who shall roll us away the stone from the door of the sepulchre? And when they looked, they saw that the stone was rolled away: for it was very great. And entering into the sepulchre, they saw a young man sitting on the right side, clothed in a long white garment; and they were affrighted. And he saith unto them, Be not affrighted: Ye seek Jesus of Nazareth, which was crucified: he is risen; he is not here: behold the place where they laid him.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mark 16:1-6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-6528298163540747603?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/6528298163540747603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=6528298163540747603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/6528298163540747603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/6528298163540747603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter-and-when-sabbath-was-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-1712504849994763319</id><published>2010-04-02T19:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T19:42:29.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was the first day of my three day weekend. Yea, I have two more days to enjoy! Of course I have thought about Jesus all day today. I have sung and hummed my favorite hymn all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE LIVES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I serve a risen Saviour,&lt;br /&gt;He's in the world today;&lt;br /&gt;I know that He is living,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever men may say;&lt;br /&gt;I see His hand of mercy,&lt;br /&gt;I hear His voice of cheer,&lt;br /&gt;And just the time I need Him&lt;br /&gt;He's always near.&lt;br /&gt;####Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;He lives, He lives, Christ Jesus lives &lt;br /&gt;today!&lt;br /&gt;He walks with me and He talks with me&lt;br /&gt;Along life's narrow way.&lt;br /&gt;He lives, He live, salvation to impart!&lt;br /&gt;You ask me how I know He lives:&lt;br /&gt;He lives within my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all the world around me&lt;br /&gt;I see His loving care,&lt;br /&gt;And tho my heart grows weary&lt;br /&gt;I never will despair;&lt;br /&gt;I know that He is leading&lt;br /&gt;Thro' all the stormy blast,&lt;br /&gt;The day of His appearing&lt;br /&gt;Will come at last.&lt;br /&gt;####&lt;br /&gt;Rejoice, rejoice, O Christian,&lt;br /&gt;Lift up your voice and sing&lt;br /&gt;Eternal hallelujahs&lt;br /&gt;To Jesus Christ the King!&lt;br /&gt;The hope of all who seek Him,&lt;br /&gt;The help of all who find,&lt;br /&gt;None other is so loving,&lt;br /&gt;So good and kind.&lt;br /&gt;####&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And at the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud voice, saying, Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani? which is, being interpreted, My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?And some of them that stood by, when they heard it, said, Behold, he calleth Elias. And one ran and filled a spunge full of vinegar, and put it on a reed, and gave him to drink, saying, Let alone; let us see whether Elias will come to take him down. And Jesus cried with a loud voice, and gave up the ghost. And the veil of the temple was rent in twain from the top to the bottom. And when the centurion, which stood over against him, saw that he so cried out, and gave up the ghost, he said, Truly this man was the Son of God. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mark 15:34-39&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-1712504849994763319?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/1712504849994763319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=1712504849994763319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/1712504849994763319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/1712504849994763319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2010/04/today-was-first-day-of-my-three-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-7978001238006130531</id><published>2010-03-26T20:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T21:07:28.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yea, weekend, no work!!!!!!!!!! I am surprised every time I make it through another week. Every monday I say I'll never survive, and then friday happens. Whew!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little corner of the earth is beautiful right now. It is glowing with all the colors of the rainbow. I had my first snake encounter for this year. It wasn't poisionous but it still made my heart flip flop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have four new three year olds in my class. The big move up is not till june when public school is over. Then I will get a whole new class. The daycare had to make a "mini" move up because of needing space in the infant room. It makes it a little easier because my older children help teach the classroom rules. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year my mom was told she was in the beginning stage of kidney failure. Her kidney specialist put her on a restricted diet and she was doing good. As with most of us, she began to go back to bad eating habits. And dad is always wanting her to cook the foods she isn't suppose to eat. Today she was told all her numbers are way too high and it is eat right or dialysis. I know how hard it is to eat right because I am the same way. I am going to do every thing I can to help make the changes easier for her and maybe it will help me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I waited patiently for the Lord; and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry. He brought me up also out of an horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my goings. And he hath put a new song in my mouth, even praise unto our God: many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in the Lord. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 40:1-3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-7978001238006130531?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/7978001238006130531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=7978001238006130531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/7978001238006130531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/7978001238006130531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2010/03/yea-weekend-no-work-i-am-surprised-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-8970695863276019006</id><published>2010-03-20T16:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T16:45:48.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saturdays are wonderful. Especially when I do all my chores during the week and I can do nothing if I so choose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pollen is every where today and my allergies are kicking me in the butt. I am taking the generic claratin. I am using visine a.c. to keep from looking like I am steadily crying. All my azaleas are blooming and of course my japanese magnolia which is always the first to show color. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week the daycare required all employees to take an online course. We were told the state passed a law that we had to take a course concerning the risk of s.i.d.s. in daycare. I did learn a little bit more scientific info than I knew but not any thing new on caring for an infant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing my new bifocals and am having trouble adjusting to them. When the frames slip the tiniest bit my world is a blur. I even have a problem using my computer. I have to learn to move just my eyes not my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading a series by &lt;a href="http://www.robinleehatcher.com/"&gt;Robin Lee Hatcher&lt;/a&gt; called "Coming to America". I am fixing to start book four. They are set in the late 1800s and I am a big fan of historical novels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day of pleasure and then back to work. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rejoice in the Lord always: and again I say, Rejoice.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Philipians 4:4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-8970695863276019006?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/8970695863276019006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=8970695863276019006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/8970695863276019006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/8970695863276019006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2010/03/saturdays-are-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-7262833680143004592</id><published>2010-03-12T18:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T20:56:23.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wasn't going to blog but I received an email asking for an update. I am deeply touched so I will bring you up to date. Thank you for caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louisiana was surprised by snow in december 2009 and again this past february. I used to want to live where there was snow on the ground yearly. I have gotten rid of everything I had that proclaimed "let it snow" and I don't find any joy in my snowman collection any more. Snow is pretty, I will admit to that but I am scared to drive in it and I don't need the extra stress I feel when it is just predicted for my area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son and daughterinlaw came home for christmas. They live in minnasota but are planning another move this year. When we talk on the phone I try not to mention the cold weather in louisiana. Sometimes it slips out and he tells me it is below zero where he is at. If I lived there I would probably have broken bones from all the shaking. I have chattering teeth and knocking knees when it is in the thirties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it through the hard freeze with only one busted water pipe. Thankfully the electricity never went out during the extremely cold temperatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every thing is pretty much the same. I get up in the morning and go to work, come home, get ready to go to bed, try to get a restful night of sleep, get up and go to work, count the minutes, hours, days to friday. Yea two days off from work!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying, that it may minister grace unto the hearers. And grieve not the holy Spirit of God, whereby ye are sealed unto the day of redemption. Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamour, and evil speaking, be put away from you, with all malice: And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as God for Christ's sake hath forgiven you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ephesians 4:29-32&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-7262833680143004592?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/7262833680143004592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=7262833680143004592' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/7262833680143004592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/7262833680143004592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-wasnt-going-to-blog-but-i-received.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-5534840870250343777</id><published>2009-11-28T15:50:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T16:53:29.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am loving this four day weekend. But it is almost over. Boohoo. I feel like I have gained twenty pounds with all the good food I have been eating. The new food for me this year was a stuffed mirliton. It will be okay if I never have another one as long as I live. The new recipe for this year is for &lt;a href= "http://www.recipe.com/carron-s-killer-cookies/"&gt; killer cookies. &lt;/a&gt; My sister made some and I would have been happy just eating them for our thanksgiving dinner. I am going to make some for my coworkers and for me too of course. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My class is getting a little order to it. I am not as stressed out at the end of my eight hours. My newest three year old is developmentally challenged. We are not suppose to diagnose the children but I've taught enough three and four year olds to know he is different. He disrupts the class because he never sits down with us. The others want to get up and wander with him and I have tried to explain to them that God made him different and I want them to help me show him how we are suppose to sit still and quiet when it isn't play time. He calls me gan-maw. The other kids tell him that I am not his grandma. And I always use my name when I talk to him but he still says gan-maw. He also constantly kisses my hands and spanks my hinnybutt, as he calls my behind, and pulls the loose skin on my elbow. He has poor speech but I have figured out he says grandma, hinnybutt, pottie, pinch you, eat, don't want to and he tells me you welcome when I thank him for doing something I asked. His really bad habit is to run out of the room if he doesn't like something I have said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December is just a few days away. Christmas is coming up fast. This year I plan to make some candy. Something I used to do every christmas but I haven't made much of anything for a long long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, longsuffering, gentleness, goodness, faith, Meekness, temperance: against such there is no law. And they that are Christ's have crucified the flesh with the affections and lusts. If we live in the Spirit, let us also walk in the Spirit. Let us not be desirous of vain glory, provoking one another, envying one another.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Galatians 5:22-26&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-5534840870250343777?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/5534840870250343777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=5534840870250343777' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/5534840870250343777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/5534840870250343777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-loving-this-four-day-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-3209340083942329678</id><published>2009-11-26T22:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T22:14:49.635-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving to birdie100! It was a nice day here. I went to my sister's as I have been doing since K has been gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will update later. Thanks for thinking of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-3209340083942329678?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/3209340083942329678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=3209340083942329678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/3209340083942329678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/3209340083942329678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving-to-birdie100-it-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-1422586986156185452</id><published>2009-11-07T16:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:51:59.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This saturday is almost over, this weekend is almost over. I haven't accomplished much with doing chores. I did cook some turnip greens. They came out quite good, I have eaten two big servings all ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working on my lesson plans for the thanksgiving school break. And looking through my lesson plans from last christmas break to see if I want to make some changes. The group of children I have now have a very short attention span. They don't like practicing handwriting because it takes too long. They scribble so they can finish a color sheet quickly. They can not sit while I read a very short story. The whole day with them is constant movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather is perfect at this time. It has finally cooled off to where I don't need to turn on a heater or air conditioner. The sky has been that beautiful cerulean blue K always called a bluebird sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. Therefore, my beloved brethren, be ye stedfast, unmoveable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as ye know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 Corinthians 15:57-58&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-1422586986156185452?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/1422586986156185452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=1422586986156185452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/1422586986156185452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/1422586986156185452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-saturday-is-almost-over-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-2272452468288520636</id><published>2009-10-26T17:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:29:48.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One more week left in this month. The holidays are almost upon us. I have been looking through recipes thinking I might try a new one for the family gatherings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished a camouflage colored baby afghan for a co-worker. I only made five dollars more than the cost of yarn. I didn't mind though it gave me something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had some cool temperatures for the mornings, truly wonderful. I spent saturday morning freshening my long sleeved clothes. I love the new colors for this year's winter stuff and hope to add some to my wardrobe. First I have to buy two new tires for the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that birds are coming back to my yard. I think the hawks must have left the area. I have missed my feathered friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And we have known and believed the love that God hath to us. God is love; and he that dwelleth in love dwelleth in God, and God in him. Herein is our love made perfect, that we may have boldness in the day of judgment: because as he is, so are we in this world. There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear: because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect in love. We love him, because he first loved us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 John 4:16-19&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-2272452468288520636?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/2272452468288520636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=2272452468288520636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/2272452468288520636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/2272452468288520636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-more-week-left-in-this-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-8598818268089002977</id><published>2009-09-12T15:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:18:39.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A whole month has passed and I haven't blogged. Maybe I should consider deleting my blog. I don't know what has changed. At one point in my life I didn't let a day pass without writing. Then I starting weekly blogging, and now it seems to be monthly blogging. Is it a good thing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have three new children in my class. One of my new boys has a bad habit, he uses the "F" word. Oh, and "MF", too. For him to be using these words here, he has to saying them at home. Something has to be done before my whole class is hollering these words at me. Also he doesn't like to do what he is told; he stares and waits until I take a step in his direction and then slothfully moves. I then decided to try counting as soon as I tell him to do something or not to do something and now he waits till I get to five before he will move very slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month I was scheduled to work 7-6 on fridays. I have worked till six when an evening worker called in sick, just not on a regular basis. But it is extra tiring on fridays. One of our college girls has an evening class on friday and I was asked to take her room till someone else was hired. Thankfully we have a new worker this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a 5% raise and I clear an extra sixty dollars a month. I have been putting the extra money in savings. It is nice to know I have extra money to put aside to use whatever way I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This then is the message which we have heard of him, and declare unto you, that God is light, and in him is no darkness at all. If we say that we have fellowship with him, and walk in darkness, we lie, and do not the truth: But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin. If we say that we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 John 1:5-8&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-8598818268089002977?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/8598818268089002977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=8598818268089002977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/8598818268089002977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/8598818268089002977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/09/whole-month-has-passed-and-i-havent.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-4664623713324141632</id><published>2009-08-29T18:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T20:28:31.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We begin another month in just a few days. Thankfully cooler temperatures begin each day now. Not much is happening to blog about. Every day is still the same old, same old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has finally settled into a routine I can live with. The class is never quiet or still except at nap time. I let a lot of behavior exist that normally I would try to stop. I figured out for my peace of mind I had to recognize that this group of 3's and 4's will not and probably can not sit still. I guess at first I thought I was at fault. After talking with the other workers that also have the children part of the day and hearing that they were having the same problems with my 3's and 4's helped me see things differently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I started cleaning out my closet, mainly sorting through winter clothes in anticipation of dressing for cold weather. I had forgotten about the assortment of sizes I had collected. I bagged up a lot of out dated smaller sized articles of clothing. There is a lot of empty space in the closet now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling better but still have a cough. Unfortunately, several different illnesses are going around the daycare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wisdom strengtheneth the wise more than ten mighty men which are in the city. For there is not a just man upon earth, that doeth good, and sinneth not. Also take no heed unto all words that are spoken; lest thou hear thy servant curse thee: &lt;br /&gt;For oftentimes also thine own heart knoweth that thou thyself likewise hast cursed others. All this have I proved by wisdom: I said, I will be wise; but it was far from me. That which is far off, and exceeding deep, who can find it out? I applied mine heart to know, and to search, and to seek out wisdom, and the reason of things, and to know the wickedness of folly, even of foolishness and madness: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ecclesiastes 7:19-25&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-4664623713324141632?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/4664623713324141632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=4664623713324141632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/4664623713324141632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/4664623713324141632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-begin-another-month-in-just-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-8490492589933767731</id><published>2009-08-17T18:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T19:10:55.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The hurricane season is getting too busy. I am trying not to worry and just plan ahead and be prepared. I think about moving north to get out of the path of the storms but I don't believe I would like the chilling cold and snow of a northern winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new children are settling in pretty good. I have two "wanderers" that do not want to sit down for two minutes. They are in constant motion and that makes a few of the others a little jealous, wanting to walk around too. I keep reminding the ones who stay sitting how proud and happy I am of them; it is working with some of the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cold developed into bronchitis and I am taking an antibiotic and a bottle of decongestant medicine that cost $32. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The name of the Lord is a strong tower: the righteous runneth into it, and is safe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Proverbs 18:10&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-8490492589933767731?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/8490492589933767731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=8490492589933767731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/8490492589933767731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/8490492589933767731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/08/hurricane-season-is-getting-too-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-1251746187346459018</id><published>2009-08-08T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:57:59.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yea, for saturdays! Today I did the bare necessities while enjoying the quiet of my house. I am re energizing myself for next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has rained every day. That has helped keep the heat index down. At the rate the leaves are falling from the trees you would think it was fall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All next week I work 6-7 in the infant room. My supervisor wanted me to sub 6-2 in the infant room but the new three year olds are starting in my room monday and I have to be in my room to greet the parents and the children. I would have loved snuggling with the babies. Since I am starting work at six, I get to leave at two in the afternoon. I had hoped I would get an extra hour on my paycheck, my regular hours are 7-3, but no, the director said I will have to clock out at two, no overtime for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let them shout for joy, and be glad, that favour my righteous cause: yea, let them say continually, Let the Lord be magnified, which hath pleasure in the prosperity of his servant. And my tongue shall speak of thy righteousness and of thy praise all the day long.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 35:27-28&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-1251746187346459018?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/1251746187346459018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=1251746187346459018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/1251746187346459018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/1251746187346459018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/08/yea-for-saturdays-today-i-did-bare.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-4474921457227548845</id><published>2009-08-01T20:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T21:00:48.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>August is here, the days are going by fast. I am waiting for cooler temperatures. I take my class outside in the mornings and the heat index is already high. The children keep asking to go back inside. I usually give in after twenty minutes when half of them are sitting by me. By law we have to give them outside play unless it is raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just now getting most of my class to stay sitting when I have to leave the room. At first I would come back and find all but maybe two running everywhere, sometimes a few would be standing in the hall. The constant chatter was another thing I didn't like but accepted. My other two classes did not do these things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was told that five of my children would be promoted to the 4's and 5's classroom because five of that class was dropping from daycare. That means I will be getting immature three year olds that were just promoted from the two year old classroom. That means they are not completely potty trained and I will be dealing with accidents when my classroom is not equipped with a toilet and sink like the other three year old classroom. My children have to go down the hall to a separate bathroom and when I have to clean the little one's up after an accident I have to leave the room. I mentioned this to my supervisor and all she said was "I don't know what to tell you, we have to fill the classrooms."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I would have the children till next summer when we promote the children that will be starting kindergarten to what we call the afterschool program. Then we promote my class to the 4 and 5 year old class and I would get the potty trained three year olds that would have their four year birthday while in my class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that the rules are being changed too often. About the time I think I have figured out how to work with a problem that was given me, I get handed another one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;All nations whom thou hast made shall come and worship before thee, O Lord; and shall glorify thy name. For thou art great, and doest wondrous things: thou art God alone. Teach me thy way, O Lord; I will walk in thy truth: unite my heart to fear thy name. I will praise thee, O Lord my God, with all my heart: and I will glorify thy name for evermore. For great is thy mercy toward me: and thou hast delivered my soul from the lowest hell.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 86:9-13&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-4474921457227548845?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/4474921457227548845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=4474921457227548845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/4474921457227548845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/4474921457227548845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-is-here-days-are-going-by-fast.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-6074673529012799773</id><published>2009-07-18T20:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T20:23:37.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finished the week with the talent show. The director told us to choose something simple. I tried several songs before deciding to do the hokey pokey with my class. Five of my 3's and 4's just stood on the stage. The rest of them had a blast. All the classes had fun, the two year olds were so sweet doing "if you're happy and you know it clap your hands." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am counting the days till I will be a floater again. That means I will be a helper in the other classes. My class will be at preschool from 8:45 to 11:45. I will get to rock the babies and play with the toddlers. I have missed doing that.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I have had a cold which I have been treating with generic sudafed. I think it was brought on by going out in the extreme heat then going into air conditioned buildings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him. But God hath revealed them unto us by his Spirit: for the Spirit searcheth all things, yea, the deep things of God. For what man knoweth the things of a man, save the spirit of man which is in him? even so the things of God knoweth no man, but the Spirit of God. Now we have received, not the spirit of the world, but the spirit which is of God; that we might know the things that are freely given to us of God.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 Corinthians 2:9-12&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-6074673529012799773?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/6074673529012799773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=6074673529012799773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/6074673529012799773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/6074673529012799773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-finished-week-with-talent-show.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-4081204131011768956</id><published>2009-07-04T20:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T21:18:36.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy fourth everyone!!!! Even with the fire ban I have been hearing the popping noises of fireworks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have six more weeks before preschool starts and I am counting the days. This past monday I worked in the infant room. I have to say I enjoyed it tremendously even with all the crying and stinky diapers because it got me out of my classroom for the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am losing my cool too often. I haven't turned my problem totally over to God. I have told myself that I did. But I know I wouldn't be having so much trouble with the class if I let Him have control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;i&gt;By mercy and truth iniquity is purged: and by the fear of the Lord men depart from evil. When a man's ways please the Lord, he maketh even his enemies to be at peace with him. Better is a little with righteousness than great revenues without right. A man's heart deviseth his way: but the Lord directeth his steps.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Proverbs 16:6-9&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-4081204131011768956?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/4081204131011768956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=4081204131011768956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/4081204131011768956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/4081204131011768956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-fourth-everyone-even-with-fire.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-8755593202954008693</id><published>2009-06-27T11:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T19:07:24.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A few more days and we start a new month. It has been awfully hot with heat indexes around 115. I am praying that the temps don't stay high next month. Lower would definitely be wonderful. It is so dry that the state fire marshall has issued a ban for all private burnings. That means no fireworks for july 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After three weeks my three and four year olds are paying attention a little better. Now their meanness has shown up and I am trying to teach them to do unto others as you would have others do unto you. I have pinchers, scratchers, hitters and even one biter. Mix that in with the noisiness and I am exhausted every day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On cooking day with had a fun idea that the kids loved. We went fishing. A pretzel stick was the fishing pole, peanut butter was the bait. We put gold fish crackers on blue colored paper plates. The kids dipped the pretzel sticks in the peanut butter and caught the fish and ate them. They enjoyed it so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roof had some leaks and I finally decided to use the &lt;a href="http://www.tarpcoversales.com/"&gt;blue tarps&lt;/a&gt; that have shown up everywhere since hurricane katrina. It was of course the least expensive and friends of the family put them on for me. Three tarps were given to me and I bought one and the effect has the look of a patchwork quilt. Each tarpaulin was a different shade of blue, one being a beautiful turquoise. I know I have to do something more permanent and I'm looking over my options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Out of the depths have I cried unto thee, O Lord. Lord, hear my voice: let thine ears be attentive to the voice of my supplications. If thou, Lord, shouldest mark iniquities, O Lord, who shall stand? But there is forgiveness with thee, that thou mayest be feared. I wait for the Lord, my soul doth wait, and in his word do I hope. My soul waiteth for the Lord more than they that watch for the morning: I say, more than they that watch for the morning. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 130:1-6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-8755593202954008693?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/8755593202954008693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=8755593202954008693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/8755593202954008693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/8755593202954008693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/06/few-more-days-and-we-start-new-month.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-8520094205814117199</id><published>2009-06-21T18:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:46:16.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>K was strongly in my mind and heart today. Still I have days when I feel overwhelmed with thinking of him and expecting to see him walking through the door. I came across this poem that put my feelings into words. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;In Our Hearts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought of you with love today,&lt;br /&gt;But that is nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;We thought about you yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;And days before that too.&lt;br /&gt;We think of you in silence.&lt;br /&gt;We often speak your name.&lt;br /&gt;Now all we have is memories.&lt;br /&gt;And your picture in a frame.&lt;br /&gt;Your memory is our keepsake.&lt;br /&gt;With which we’ll never part.&lt;br /&gt;God has you in his keeping.&lt;br /&gt;We have you in our heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rose de Leon &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-8520094205814117199?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/8520094205814117199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=8520094205814117199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/8520094205814117199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/8520094205814117199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/06/k-was-strongly-in-my-mind-and-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-9134393187299858071</id><published>2009-06-13T20:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:11:42.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every day this past week I drove to work with knots in my stomach. I am proud to say that my group finally walked quietly down the hall and out to the playground. That was one of the challenges I faced. I never saw this class going outside so I was shocked the first time I was the one taking them to the playground. They were shouting, pushing each other, trying to be the first one on the playground. They ran out the door without waiting for me. I was getting the walkie talkie that the teachers always take outside. I know they are excited about going outside but we have rules. Now I see light at the end of the tunnel. It is going to take a while I know and I accept that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I am practicing with them now is plain ol' sitting quietly between projects. Really they can not do anything without talking. I send my group to the bathroom one at a time. They run all the way and then I hear talking or singing in the bathroom. At first I would think someone else was with them. I have since learnt that they can not do anything quietly. When I let them talk it turns into chaos. They start bickering and then I have a full blown screaming match. Even the ones that are not involved end up out of their chairs, screaming and running around the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered that even music causes screaming and running with this group. We are suppose to have thirty minutes of music every day. I am working on making this an enjoyable time for all of us. I have started using musical dvds so they are sitting and watching and are mesmerized for part of the allotted time. My other two groups of children were talkative, too, but not with the constancy and volume of this group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The co-worker that had the class before me gets upset when I talk about how unruly the class is. I have went to her for info to help me with the children. She feels I am expecting too much from them. I know all children are different but I feel they can learn to control their behavior just like my other three's and four's did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ashamed to say that I am hollering all the time. I tried the whispering technique that the director has always told us to use. This group never even looks in my direction. The only way I get them to look at me is to holler "eyes on me" in a voice louder than they're using at the time and I usually have to do this several times, getting louder each time. It amazes me that some of the kids still don't stop talking and playing. I am having to rethink the methods I used with my other children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations; Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience. But let patience have her perfect work, that ye may be perfect and entire, wanting nothing. If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not; and it shall be given him. But let him ask in faith, nothing wavering. For he that wavereth is like a wave of the sea driven with the wind and tossed. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;James 1:2-6&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-9134393187299858071?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/9134393187299858071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=9134393187299858071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/9134393187299858071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/9134393187299858071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/06/every-day-this-past-week-i-drove-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-4627531873961907966</id><published>2009-06-04T18:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:43:31.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was my kids first cooking day at the daycare. We made &lt;a href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/252542/kid_friendly_recipe_homemade_butter.html?cat=22"&gt;butter.&lt;/a&gt; The kids had fun and I stayed tense. They had a blast shaking the jar and passing it to each other. I just kept imagining that glass jar hitting the floor, spraying cream and glass every where. I kept asking myself, why glass? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butter was delicious and brought back memories. I remember helping my dad's mom, grandma Lily, milk her cow. Then we would let the milk sit, so the cream would rise to the top. She would ladle the cream off and pour it a jar. When the jar was full she would pour the cream into the butter churn. It had a handle you turned sort of like the old type of egg beater or hand mixer. I always thought it was an honor to be allowed to sit and turn that handle. The reward was always to get to taste butter I had made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new group of kids are a bit challenging. They do not seem able to sit for five minutes. I have three out of fourteen that I can turn my back on and know that when I turn back around they will be in the same place. With my other classes it was the other way around. I only had three or four that I had to keep one eye on at all times. It has really been emotionally draining these past four days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath: for it is written, Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord. Therefore if thine enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give him drink: for in so doing thou shalt heap coals of fire on his head. Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Romans 12:19-21&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-4627531873961907966?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/4627531873961907966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=4627531873961907966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/4627531873961907966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/4627531873961907966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-was-my-kids-first-cooking-day-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-487733147199681076</id><published>2009-05-29T19:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T20:41:58.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a little behind with blogging. I have been working evenings while I can and getting caught up with my lesson plans when I'm not working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told that my age group will not be going on the field trips this summer. The only one including my group is the one to the water park. It is specially designed for groups and parties so the children will be well supervised by lifeguards. All the other highlights for summer are happening at the daycare. We will have an exercise class every week. The daycare has a movie projector; we will have movie day including popcorn once a month. One of our mother's is a dance instructor and her student's perform a ballet for all our children every summer. The director is offering each child the opportunity to do a cooking demonstration. We will be doing this twice a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week I get my new group of three and four year olds. I will have seven boys and seven girls. I must say I am looking forward to the new challenge. Two, possibly three, of the group I feel are very immature three year olds. Their behavior and speech are more like a two year olds. During the next couple of months my class will have a lot to do without leaving the daycare, for this I am thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled from an evil conscience, and our bodies washed with pure water. Let us hold fast the profession of our faith without wavering; (for he is faithful that promised;) And let us consider one another to provoke unto love and to good works: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hebrews 10:22-24&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-487733147199681076?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/487733147199681076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=487733147199681076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/487733147199681076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/487733147199681076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-little-behind-with-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-3166712760955828337</id><published>2009-05-14T18:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T20:32:14.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We have three reported cases of head lice at the daycare. UGH!!!!! Of course after hearing the dreaded word by scalped itched. I treated my hair as soon as I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next weekend is a three day weekend 'cause memorial day is one of our paid holidays. I am looking forward to it all ready. I have no plans, I just like the idea of not having to set the alarm clock for three days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The director bought a commercial size smoothie machine for the daycare. A smoothie is going to be one of the summer treats for the children. The daycare also has a commercial size sno-cone machine we use every summer. Our school age children enjoy these more than the younger ones and I feel that is why the director decided to buy the machines. It gives the older kids something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked with my supervisor about the summer field trips that will begin when school is out. I feel they are the hardest part of my job. She says she will see if she can make some changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Lord also will be a refuge for the oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble. And they that know thy name will put their trust in thee: for thou, Lord, hast not forsaken them that seek thee. Sing praises to the Lord, which dwelleth in Zion: declare among the people his doings. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 9:9-11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-3166712760955828337?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/3166712760955828337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=3166712760955828337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/3166712760955828337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/3166712760955828337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-have-three-reported-cases-of-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-2732840975501156852</id><published>2009-05-08T21:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T14:50:12.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="purple"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to get extra work this past week. I worked till six thursday and friday evening; and worked thirty minutes each morning-6:30 to 7-tuesday thru friday and worked 6 to 7 monday morning. That gives me nine extra hours on my paycheck, yea for me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gas prices have made it past the $2 mark again. One article I read stated that gas will be around $4 a gallon by june. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to see an infomercial for a &lt;a href="http://www.redisetgo.com/"&gt;cooker&lt;/a&gt; that I really would like to add to my collection of small cooking appliances. All the recipes that were shown looked like food I would love to eat. Easy and quick and healthy and inexpensive, all the words I like to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will hear what God the Lord will speak: for he will speak peace unto his people, and to his saints: but let them not turn again to folly. Surely his salvation is nigh them that fear him; that glory may dwell in our land. Mercy and truth are met together; righteousness and peace have kissed each other. Truth shall spring out of the earth; and righteousness shall look down from heaven. Yea, the Lord shall give that which is good; and our land shall yield her increase. Righteousness shall go before him; and shall set us in the way of his steps.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 85:8-13&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-2732840975501156852?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/2732840975501156852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=2732840975501156852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/2732840975501156852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/2732840975501156852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day-i-was-able-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-6280868562890028113</id><published>2009-05-04T18:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T18:25:55.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday work day over and done with; I had to be there for six a.m. this morning. A coworker had lab work this morning and I subbed for her. This week I will get to work a couple of evenings also; more hours, more dollars, yea!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are seven confirmed cases of swine flu in Louisiana. We are doing more hand washing than usual if you can imagine that. We are trying to protect the children and ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ye have said, It is vain to serve God: and what profit is it that we have kept his ordinance, and that we have walked mournfully before the Lord of hosts? And now we call the proud happy; yea, they that work wickedness are set up; yea, they that tempt God are even delivered. Then they that feared the Lord spake often one to another: and the Lord hearkened, and heard it, and a book of remembrance was written before him for them that feared the Lord, and that thought upon his name. And they shall be mine, saith the Lord of hosts, in that day when I make up my jewels; and I will spare them, as a man spareth his own son that serveth him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Malachi 3:14-17&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-6280868562890028113?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/6280868562890028113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=6280868562890028113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/6280868562890028113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/6280868562890028113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday-work-day-over-and-done-with-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-3550756034599108790</id><published>2009-04-30T17:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T18:04:56.575-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Week after easter was great because it was a week of having only five to seven children daily. We were able to do so many things that I can't do with a class room of sixteen. Also the children that I have to constantly monitor were absent. That allowed me to spend some time with all the children that did come during easter break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are making adjustments at the daycare to take precautions because of the swine flu since a school was closed in Lafayette, Louisiana. I am going to work earlier in the morning starting tomorrow because the director wants to change our morning routine of keeping all children age one to ten in one classroom until their teachers come get them and take them to their classrooms. I will take the four to ten year old age group to a separate room, another teacher will take the two to three year old's and another teacher will have the infant to two year old's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked to receive a $33 electric bill in the mail today. That is some good numbers for a total electric house. Wow! I can put the extra money in savings for when I have to run the air conditioner more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Make me to hear joy and gladness; that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice. Hide thy face from my sins, and blot out all mine iniquities. Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me. Cast me not away from thy presence; and take not thy holy spirit from me. Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation; and uphold me with thy free spirit. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 51:8-12&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-3550756034599108790?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/3550756034599108790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=3550756034599108790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/3550756034599108790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/3550756034599108790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/04/week-after-easter-was-great-because-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-4103014143560892539</id><published>2009-04-12T17:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:11:54.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Easter! He lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;In the end of the sabbath, as it began to dawn toward the first day of the week, came Mary Magdalene and the other Mary to see the sepulchre. And, behold, there was a great earthquake: for the angel of the Lord descended from heaven, and came and rolled back the stone from the door, and sat upon it. His countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow: And for fear of him the keepers did shake, and became as dead men. And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified. He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay. And go quickly, and tell his disciples that he is risen from the dead; and, behold, he goeth before you into Galilee; there shall ye see him: lo, I have told you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matthew 28:1-7&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-4103014143560892539?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/4103014143560892539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=4103014143560892539' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/4103014143560892539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/4103014143560892539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter-he-lives-in-end-of-sabbath.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-7025411661072749080</id><published>2009-04-10T11:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:56:21.741-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good friday and no daycare today, it is one of my paid holidays. This day has two blessings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to get extra hours again this week. We have another coworker out with pneumonia. It is not suppose to be contagious, but I believe it starts with a cold that turns into bronchitis that turns into pneumonia. We all, children and adults, are still battling colds. I am back to taking sudafed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alison Krauss is my newest music interest. This song has touched my soul and I want to share the lyrics with ya'll. It is a beautiful song. You can listen to it on "youtube.com."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"In The Palm Of Your Hand"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could have the world and all it owns&lt;br /&gt;A thousand kingdoms, a thousand thrones&lt;br /&gt;If all the earth were mine to hold&lt;br /&gt;With wealth my only goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd spend my gold on selfish things&lt;br /&gt;Without the love that Your life brings&lt;br /&gt;Just a little bit more is all I'd need&lt;br /&gt;'Til life was torn from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be in the palm of Your hand&lt;br /&gt;Though rich or poor I may be&lt;br /&gt;Faith can see right through the circumstance&lt;br /&gt;Sees the forest in spite of the trees&lt;br /&gt;Your grace provides for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I should walk the streets no place to sleep&lt;br /&gt;No faith in promises You keep&lt;br /&gt;I'd have no way to buy my bread &lt;br /&gt;With a bottle for my bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I trust the One who died for me&lt;br /&gt;Who shed His blood to set me free&lt;br /&gt;If I live my life to trust in You&lt;br /&gt;Your grace will see me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be in the palm of Your hand&lt;br /&gt;Though rich or poor I may be&lt;br /&gt;Faith can see right through the circumstance&lt;br /&gt;Sees the forest in spite of the trees&lt;br /&gt;Your grace provides for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ron Block, songwriter&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-7025411661072749080?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/7025411661072749080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=7025411661072749080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/7025411661072749080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/7025411661072749080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday-and-no-daycare-today-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-9022566528168572294</id><published>2009-04-03T19:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:42:21.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow, another week gone by. Wednesday, April 1st, was an interesting work day. Several coworkers took down the easter decorations and put up christmas decorations in the office before the bosses came to work. Then we all turned in a two week notice that we were quitting. To get even, the director gave us a notice saying we would be getting a raise. NOT!!!! We had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we had a tornado warning issued and had to put the whole daycare in the hall way. The tornado passed close by us, we had a few trees blown over and we were without power for a little while. The kids did great, we didn't use the T word. We sang happy songs with them and when the weather monitor gave the clear signal, we went back to the rooms to finish nap time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to work extra hours again this week. I don't mind working 7-6. I arrive at the daycare a little after six by choice, to get the room set up, drink coffee and chat with my two coworkers who work the 6-2 shift. Wednesday evening I worked in the afterschoolers room, with nine boys and girls between the ages of six thru ten. Thursday evening I worked with the three year old's that are still potty training. They will be promoted to my room when they are potty trained. Well, they are suppose to be, but accidents do happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Humble yourselves therefore under the mighty hand of God, that he may exalt you in due time: Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you. Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour: Whom resist stedfast in the faith, knowing that the same afflictions are accomplished in your brethren that are in the world. But the God of all grace, who hath called us unto his eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after that ye have suffered a while, make you perfect, stablish, strengthen, settle you. To him be glory and dominion for ever and ever. Amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;1 Peter 5:6-11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-9022566528168572294?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/9022566528168572294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=9022566528168572294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/9022566528168572294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/9022566528168572294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow-another-week-gone-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-170870296861810930</id><published>2009-03-27T18:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T18:56:45.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yea, it is friday! It has been a tiring week. We have had a lot of coworkers out sick. I was able to get extra hours of work, extra pay. I worked in the toddler room yesterday. It was fun but exhausting in a different way from my regular group of threes and fours. I feel taking care of eight one year olds tire me physically and my group of children are emotionally draining. It is hard to explain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will enjoy sleeping late in the morning. That is one of my pleasures; getting up when I am good and ready, not because the alarm goes off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun: But if a man live many years, and rejoice in them all; yet let him remember the days of darkness; for they shall be many. All that cometh is vanity. Rejoice, O young man, in thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee in the days of thy youth, and walk in the ways of thine heart, and in the sight of thine eyes: but know thou, that for all these things God will bring thee into judgment. Therefore remove sorrow from thy heart, and put away evil from thy flesh: for childhood and youth are vanity.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ecclesiastes 11:7-10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-170870296861810930?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/170870296861810930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=170870296861810930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/170870296861810930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/170870296861810930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/03/yea-it-is-friday-it-has-been-tiring.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-9099230179615488197</id><published>2009-03-22T11:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:59:24.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This month is almost over. Time and days are disappearing fast. I like that when the weekends roll around again but I don't like it when I feel I have accomplished nothing on the days past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="green"&gt;It was very green at work on St. Patrick's Day. Only a few people didn't wear green and I saw every shade of green imaginable. We served green punch at snack time with green icing on cookies and cupcakes. One of the teachers brought green necklaces for the children. &lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cough was gone for a short time. Last week I starting coughing again. I did some googling and read about postnasal drip. I firmly believe that is what keeps bothering me. I take a decongestant and it goes away. After a few days of being off the medicine I get the cough again. After reading up on postnasal drip, I found that it was true, drinking lots of water did help. I am a tea drinker, rarely do I drink plain water. The day that I drank water all day and did not take a decongestant the postnasal drip was much better and the coughing was almost nonexistent. When I drink more tea than water the coughing starts. Some of the web sites stated that hot liquids help, but the water makes more of a difference with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighty degree temperatures are back in Louisiana. I would like to say that is a good thing. But in some ways for me it isn't. That means my electric bill will increase and a lot of mornings I have to drive to work in dense fog. I can only see what is right in front of the car. Of course I always encounter people who think I am driving too slow and they speed around me and scare me. One truck went flying past me in a curve and almost went in a ditch. It would have served him right. I saw his brake lights come on and knew what happened because I knew what area of the road we were on and I was going slow because that sharp curve was ahead.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap. For he that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption; but he that soweth to the Spirit shall of the Spirit reap life everlasting. And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Galatians 6:7-9&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-9099230179615488197?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/9099230179615488197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=9099230179615488197' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/9099230179615488197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/9099230179615488197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-month-is-almost-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-3416046455247470572</id><published>2009-03-10T16:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T16:55:03.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just thought I would catch up with my blogging. I was home from work thursday and friday of last week. I had almost lost my voice again, but four days of no talking and of course lots of rest has me feeling lots better. I still cough a little, especially if I get a case of the giggles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every classroom has croupy children. We still send a few home each day with fever. Every classroom has children with runny noses. I am hoping to get a break from sickness when summer finally gets here and the pollen is gone. Yes, every thing is green. My little space of the earth is glowing with that beautiful shade of spring green. But with this color comes lots and lots of pollen that causes so many of us to get sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peace be to the brethren, and love with faith, from God the Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. Grace be with all them that love our Lord Jesus Christ in sincerity. Amen.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ephisians 6:23-24&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-3416046455247470572?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/3416046455247470572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=3416046455247470572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/3416046455247470572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/3416046455247470572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-thought-i-would-catch-up-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-2264286190918829617</id><published>2009-03-02T16:44:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:04:14.582-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went back to work this morning. My ear has cleared up, my stomach was still a little iffy; I brought some pepto bismal with me and toughed the day out. I came home with a cough I didn't have this morning. I have taken my first dose of generic mucinex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-2264286190918829617?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/2264286190918829617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=2264286190918829617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/2264286190918829617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/2264286190918829617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-went-back-to-work-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-1649692149392209466</id><published>2009-02-28T14:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T14:25:02.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so glad it is saturday and I did not have to go to work today. I could barely lift my feet yesterday. An example of how I tired I was-I heard birds chirping this morning, a sound I have missed, I went to the door and saw that I had not locked the door when I came home from work, something I do every time I close it. That really scared me. I was mentally and physically exhausted. This morning I woke up with a stopped up nose and my eyes are teary. I don't feel good along with no energy. I will sip on soup and clear liquids today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hast thou not known? hast thou not heard, that the everlasting God, the Lord, the Creator of the ends of the earth, fainteth not, neither is weary? there is no searching of his understanding. He giveth power to the faint; and to them that have no might he increaseth strength. Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall: But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isaiah 40:28-31&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-1649692149392209466?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/1649692149392209466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=1649692149392209466' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/1649692149392209466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/1649692149392209466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-so-glad-it-is-saturday-and-i-did.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-4867429425974035752</id><published>2009-02-24T15:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:04:05.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been nice at work because of the Mardi gras holiday. Yesterday I had six children, today I only had four. We had less than half of our regular number of children in the whole building. The director is considering being closed for Mardi gras next year. Wow another paid holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up with itchy pain in my right ear canal. The ear canal is swollen. I have been cleaning it with peroxide and putting neosporin in the canal with a q-tip. I do remember this happening once before and it healed on its own. I pray this happens again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-4867429425974035752?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/4867429425974035752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=4867429425974035752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/4867429425974035752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/4867429425974035752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-has-been-nice-at-work-because-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-248001116427628862</id><published>2009-02-21T12:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:23:30.844-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did a bad thing last night. I am suffering for it today. When I dragged myself home yesterday, I fell into the recliner, turned on the television and escaped to oblivion. Out of the corner of my eye I spotted the giant chocolate kiss I was given for valentine's day. I opened it and proceeded to eat 7 ounces of chocolate, 900 calories, 55 grams of fat, 115 grams of carbohydrates. It was very comforting while it lasted. As I popped the last bit into my mouth, guilt and shame tried to enter my mind. I told myself, what the hey, I will eat veggies for two days and detox. It tasted so good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I will be starting a crochet project, one of four baby afghans. Amazingly there are four coworkers expecting. The joke around work is not to drink the water. One coworker is far enough along to know she is having a son. I will be crocheting her baby afghan first. I haven't chosen a pattern yet. Possibly I will use the same one for each afghan. I haven't decided yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;He that walketh righteously, and speaketh uprightly; he that despiseth the gain of oppressions, that shaketh his hands from holding of bribes, that stoppeth his ears from hearing of blood, and shutteth his eyes from seeing evil; He shall dwell on high: his place of defence shall be the munitions of rocks: bread shall be given him; his waters shall be sure. Thine eyes shall see the king in his beauty: they shall behold the land that is very far off. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isiah 33:15-17&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-248001116427628862?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/248001116427628862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=248001116427628862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/248001116427628862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/248001116427628862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-did-bad-thing-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-6080177264512718429</id><published>2009-02-14T18:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T21:33:19.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Valentines' Day! I hope ya'll enjoyed the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given a rose by two little boys from my classroom, yesterday. I wish you could have seen the wonderful looks on their sweet faces when they ran into the room to give them to me. I also received candy from several other children. It was a nice surprise. Not all the parents show their appreciation for the care I give their child. I don't mean by giving gifts; I would rather hear the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One grandmother came to the daycare and thanked me for helping her granddaughter enjoy coming to daycare. She had been worried because the little girl had always stayed with her grandparents. Due to a family emergency, she was placed in my room for a week. The little girl loved it so much, she wanted to come back and now is enrolled in my class. Hearing the words of appreciation reaffirm the reason I work in daycare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warmer weather of the past week has brought forth all kinds of colorful flowers. Even the trees are budding. It does a body good to see the beauty that God created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Praise ye the Lord. Praise, O ye servants of the Lord, praise the name of the Lord. Blessed be the name of the Lord from this time forth and for evermore. From the rising of the sun unto the going down of the same the Lord's name is to be praised. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 113:1-3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-6080177264512718429?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/6080177264512718429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=6080177264512718429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/6080177264512718429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/6080177264512718429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day-i-hope-yall.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-6353668824151204705</id><published>2009-02-11T16:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:32:27.702-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh!!!!! I got covered in vomit at work. The flu is going through the daycare and preschool. I was given a t-shirt to change into so I washed up as best as I good at the bathroom sink but I wanted to take a bath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share with ya'll that the director added a special notice in the envelope with our paycheck. She said that we can not use cell phones at work any more. All phone calls must come through the office. All I could say (to myself of course) was it is about time. What I heard from most of my coworkers was that she didn't mean them. I guess I really shouldn't be surprised. Now I am waiting to see if the director is going to back up what she said. Because I still observed coworkers using their cell phones today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-6353668824151204705?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/6353668824151204705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=6353668824151204705' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/6353668824151204705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/6353668824151204705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/02/ugh-i-got-covered-in-vomit-at-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-704517604122424509</id><published>2009-02-08T19:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:04:31.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been awhile since I have blogged. It seems one day turns into another, I go to work, come home and collapse, get up and go back to work, over and over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is back to work tomorrow, starting the second week of February all ready. Last week was hard. Not just my class, every one at work said the children were out of control. I was thinking it might have something to do with the eclipse we had in January. The children are definitely rumbustious before and after a full moon. I hope next week is not as exhausting but there will be a full moon monday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One child in my room came to the daycare with a rash and the director let her stay, saying the rash was fifth disease and she was no longer contagious. Her mom picked her up early and took her to the pediatrician. She called later and informed us that it was &lt;a href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/scarlet-fever/DS00917"&gt;scarlet fever.&lt;/a&gt; No one else has been diagnosed with scarlet fever yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One coworker has been home with &lt;a href="http://www.mayoclinic.com/health/shingles/DS00098"&gt;shingles.&lt;/a&gt; She did come to work a couple of days thinking she had a fever blister. I am afraid we will have an out break of chicken pox. As of friday, we had no reported cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom: a good understanding have all they that do his commandments: his praise endureth for ever.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 111:10&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-704517604122424509?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/704517604122424509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=704517604122424509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/704517604122424509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/704517604122424509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-has-been-awhile-since-i-have-blogged.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-8868760676941137589</id><published>2009-01-25T14:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:57:24.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another disease is going round the daycare. It is the &lt;a href="http://kidshealth.org/parent/infections/skin/fifth.html"&gt; fifth disease&lt;/a&gt;. We have two cases but they are in separate rooms. One is in the infant room and one is in my room. Grannybird, we use two commercial strength disinfectants to clean the rooms. We wash the toys every day. Every surface is cleaned with the disinfectants. We even add it to the laundry. At times like now I feel it is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was straightening my closet and I found a pair of shoes that I had forgotten I even owned. It was so exciting. They are exactly what I was wanting and planning to go shopping for. I can't remember when I bought them. I guess fashion might change but what I like doesn't change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading about GB's washing machine trouble and hearing the clunk my dryer is making now, I did a little research on washers and dryers. I found that there is such a thing as a &lt;a href="http://www1.epinions.com/Washing_Machines--washer_dryer"&gt;washer/dryer in one machine.&lt;/a&gt;  You put your clothes in to wash and when you take them out they are all ready dry and ready to put up. I didn't know there was such a machine. I love the idea! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth. He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber. Behold, he that keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor sleep. The Lord is thy keeper: the Lord is thy shade upon thy right hand. The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul. The Lord shall preserve thy going out and thy coming in from this time forth, and even for evermore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 121&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-8868760676941137589?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/8868760676941137589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=8868760676941137589' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/8868760676941137589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/8868760676941137589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/01/another-disease-is-going-round-daycare.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-7427939674309290027</id><published>2009-01-13T17:37:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T20:12:00.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We have our first case of &lt;a href="http://www.drgreene.com/21_1103.html"&gt;hand-foot-mouth disease&lt;/a&gt; at the daycare. Hopefully, it won't spread through every room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coworker brought the first &lt;a href="http://www.gumbopages.com/food/dessert/king-cake.html"&gt;king cake &lt;/a&gt;to work monday. We have had king cake every day and I hope no one brings another one next week. We did have a variety of flavors-blueberry, cream cheese, chocolate eclair, praline, and apple. I have to admit I cheated, I always waited until someone else found the baby in their piece of cake before I cut my piece. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we got a raise at work. Last year we didn't get a raise and were told we wouldn't get one until this year. We didn't get a guarantee on when or how much. It was more than I thought but less than I needed or wanted. But it is still a blessing. After taxes I will be bringing home $50 more a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bird population is still low. I see an occasional cardinal, wren, or mockingbird. At one time I had an abundance of all kinds. But with the combination of the hawks that are nesting around here and the loss of trees from the hurricane  and the tornado, I have too few birds. I am hoping when spring arrives the birds will flock back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Behold that which I have seen: it is good and comely for one to eat and to drink, and to enjoy the good of all his labour that he taketh under the sun all the days of his life, which God giveth him: for it is his portion. Every man also to whom God hath given riches and wealth, and hath given him power to eat thereof, and to take his portion, and to rejoice in his labour; this is the gift of God. For he shall not much remember the days of his life; because God answereth him in the joy of his heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ecclesiastes 5:18-20&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-7427939674309290027?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/7427939674309290027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=7427939674309290027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/7427939674309290027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/7427939674309290027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-have-our-first-case-of-hand-foot.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-3406013455647616805</id><published>2009-01-11T20:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:13:14.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It has been a hectic weekend. Friday when I came home from work, I heard water running. I checked the bathroom and water was trickling from the bathtub tap. I tried to turn it off and couldn't. I went and got a screwdriver and tried tightening the screw on the faucet. This had helped a few times before. It only made matters worse, water started gushing from the tap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed outside to turn off the water to the house at the main line. You would have to see the two in ground water meter boxes to understand my next problem. Both boxes were filled with mud and muddy water. I couldn't find the valve and all I could think about was running water and how high my water bill was going to be and how much it was going to cost to repair the broken faucet. I "ran" and found the shovel and started digging out mud so I could turn off the water. My neighbor came and asked what was going on. I explained what was happening and he started rooting around in the muck. We found one valve and turned it and water came shooting into the air. It was the faucet the city uses to clean the water lines. He started digging the mud out of the other box and finally we could see the water meter and valve to the house. He turned it off for me. I came back inside called my dad, of course, hoping it was something he could help me take care of. I don't like calling him because he is eighty years old but I have depended on him all my my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad came saturday morning and was able to fix the faucet temporarily so I could turn the water back on. Something in the wall is going to have to be replaced. He knows a plumber who is going to do that for me. The man is also going to put a turn off valve for me at the house. I am very thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; For this cause we also, since the day we heard it, do not cease to pray for you, and to desire that ye might be filled with the knowledge of his will in all wisdom and spiritual understanding; That ye might walk worthy of the Lord unto all pleasing, being fruitful in every good work, and increasing in the knowledge of God; Strengthened with all might, according to his glorious power, unto all patience and longsuffering with joyfulness; Giving thanks unto the Father, which hath made us meet to be partakers of the inheritance of the saints in light: Who hath delivered us from the power of darkness, and hath translated us into the kingdom of his dear Son: In whom we have redemption through his blood, even the forgiveness of sins: Who is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of every creature: For by him were all things created, that are in heaven, and that are in earth, visible and invisible, whether they be thrones, or dominions, or principalities, or powers: all things were created by him, and for him: And he is before all things, and by him all things consist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Colossians 1:9-17&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-3406013455647616805?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/3406013455647616805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=3406013455647616805' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/3406013455647616805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/3406013455647616805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-has-been-hectic-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-3297860742251399054</id><published>2009-01-01T11:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:32:45.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 2009 ya'll!!! I can't believe we are starting a new year, seems like we just did this for 2008. Yes, I am another year older, thanks birdie100. I get tickled when people say they would hate to wait a whole year before their birthday. Duh! Everyone has to wait a year, hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised with a cake at work. And they gave me a gift bag full of play money and gold costume jewelry. Now the card was suppose to be funny, my "younger" coworkers really got a kick out of it. I, on the other hand, laughed on the outside but was sad on the inside. It said-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue&gt;Remember when we were happy to be&lt;br /&gt;young and sexy on our birthdays?&lt;br /&gt;Now we are just happy to be&lt;br /&gt;alive and breathing!&lt;/font color&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have rather they gave me a card that said they liked me, not shove in my face how old my body is looking. I am still young on the inside. Oh well that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't made any new year resolutions. I never kept any I made so I won't continue that habit. Today I cooked the traditional black eye peas and ham hocks. I created a casserole for my cabbage, combining left over pork roast, cabbage, onions, cream of mushroom soup, and rice. It came out pretty good. I have garlic bread and salad to round it out. And of course iced tea. For dessert I will have leftover birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My granny used to say what you did the first day of the new year, you will do the rest of the year. So I am going to try to set the tone for this new year by being calm, content, relaxed and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Lord hath done great things for us; whereof we are glad. Turn again our captivity, O Lord, as the streams in the south. They that sow in tears shall reap in joy. He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 126:3-6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-3297860742251399054?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/3297860742251399054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=3297860742251399054' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/3297860742251399054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/3297860742251399054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-2009-yall-i-cant-believe-we-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-4063825461857377833</id><published>2008-12-27T18:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T18:59:08.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas came and went so fast after putting so much thought and effort in planning for this one day. No snow, we had a heat wave. Thankfully, we didn't have any rain as predicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I received cashmere, two items, a cashmere scarf and cashmere socks. As old as I am, these are my first. I have only read about cashmere clothes. I look at this as a sign of better things to come into my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two days off this week, giving me a four day weekend. The daycare is also closed thursday and friday next week for new year's day. Yea for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I tackled something new and different. I replaced an electrical outlet. I did a lot of research and decided I could do it. I have replaced telephone jacks and figured I would attempt it. It had to be done because the outlet was broken and needed to be replaced. Halfway through the installation I worried that I might do something wrong but I went ahead and finished. I turned the electricity back on and so far everything is working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now the birth of Jesus Christ was on this wise: When as his mother Mary was espoused to Joseph, before they came together, she was found with child of the Holy Ghost. Then Joseph her husband, being a just man, and not willing to make her a public example, was minded to put her away privily. But while he thought on these things, behold, the angel of the Lord appeared unto him in a dream, saying, Joseph, thou son of David, fear not to take unto thee Mary thy wife: for that which is conceived in her is of the Holy Ghost. And she shall bring forth a son, and thou shalt call his name Jesus: for he shall save his people from their sins.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Matthew 1:18-21&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-4063825461857377833?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/4063825461857377833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=4063825461857377833' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/4063825461857377833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/4063825461857377833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-came-and-went-so-fast-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-4276616121217283971</id><published>2008-12-15T17:45:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:18:56.359-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I opened the door to leave for work thursday and was shocked to see my car and front yard covered with snow. Louisiana had snow in december. Wow! I enjoyed the snow but didn't like going without electricity for twenty hours. My house is total electric and trying to stay warm with a small propane heater wasn't comfortable. My head cold is so much worse today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to drive through falling snow for the first time in my life. It was still dark and I could barely see at all. I was only going twenty five miles an hour. Other drivers were speeding around me, honking their horns as they passed me. I can't understand how they could see to drive and I couldn't. I was so glad to get to the daycare parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my car trouble, the ignition coil had to be replaced. Now the car is running smoothly again. With it being more than a spark plug as I was told, I was shocked when the mechanic told me he didn't accept credit cards when I offerred to pay the bill with mine. My face must have shown my discomfort and confusion because he asked if I needed to wait another day before I picked up the car. I told him that wouldn't help unless he was going to let me pay with a credit card the next day. Thank God for small blessing, he said he would work with me to pay the bill as he didn't want to put anyone in a bind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought there would be no more surprises in store for me but sunday morning I looked out my window and saw my mailbox pole lying in the ditch snapped in half and car fender pieces strewn on the ground around it. I didn't hear anything during the night. I assume that was when someone drove over the mailbox. With help I was able to get my mailbox put back in place. I hope it survives the holiday season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No weapon that is formed against thee shall prosper; and every tongue that shall rise against thee in judgment thou shalt condemn. This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord, and their righteousness is of me, saith the Lord.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Isaiah 54:17&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-4276616121217283971?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/4276616121217283971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=4276616121217283971' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/4276616121217283971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/4276616121217283971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-opened-door-to-leave-for-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-4770624242223727945</id><published>2008-12-07T12:08:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:34:01.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>December has arrived and with it colder temperatures. It is already the second week and christmas is eighteen days away. Where has the year gone? I have a party on the eleventh and the nineteenth. I am suppose to bring a dish to each one. I can't decide which to bring, dessert or appetizer? I am studying cook books again. I am suppose to bring a gift to each gathering also. One party giver said to bring gag gifts to exchange. More thinking for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised that not everyone received their thanksgiving e-greetings. I sent them out according to the email addresses I had. Maybe I need to check and see if some of ya'll have new addresses. I always mark the box that notifies you that the e-greeting was viewed. Not all of my cards were read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The check engine light came on thanksgiving day as I was driving to my sister's house for dinner. When I saw it flash on the dash, I didn't know what to do so I just kept driving. The car would shudder every now and then and I just prayed to make it to my sister's and not be stranded on the highway. I made it there and back home, thank goodness. The next day I went to autozone. They have a machine to check the car and they do this free of charge. The guy said it was a spark plug misfiring and it was okay to drive the car. I have an appointment for a tune up tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I applied mine heart to know wisdom, and to see the business that is done upon the earth: (for also there is that neither day nor night seeth sleep with his eyes:) Then I beheld all the work of God, that a man cannot find out the work that is done under the sun: because though a man labour to seek it out, yet he shall not find it; yea farther; though a wise man think to know it, yet shall he not be able to find it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; Ecclesiastes 8:16-17&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-4770624242223727945?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/4770624242223727945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=4770624242223727945' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/4770624242223727945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/4770624242223727945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-has-arrived-and-with-it-colder.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-6934817643777585522</id><published>2008-11-22T17:40:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T18:44:22.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yea, weekend again! It is awful but I live for saturday and sunday. I definitely need to get a more productive life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had forgotten about the color catcher. I do remember giving one to my oldest son when he moved into his first apartment. I will definitely buy one for myself. Thanks for the tip grannysdaughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving is just days away. I have been reading through my old recipes, looking over new ones and watching the cooking shows on foodnetwork, too. I love the traditional foods but I like trying new foods and recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another recipe to share. It isn't a new one but it is one I love for it's simplicity. &lt;a href="http://www.verybestbaking.com/recipes/detail.aspx?ID=32086"&gt;Treasure Brownies&lt;/a&gt; use prepared brownie dough that you bake in muffin cups. After they bake you press the miniature candy bars into the brownie and let the brownies cool. I don't always use the nestle brand of treasure candy or the prepared brownie dough. The refrigerated dough makes it easier and quicker. You can use any brownie recipe and pressing a peter paul mounds bar into the brownie is a special treat for fans of coconut. Rolo caramels or miniature reese's cup are also a good substitute for the treasure candy bars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week with school being out, I will be working with the school age children. Again I was told there is no one else to substitute for their regular teacher who will be on vacation. Some days I feel it is a good thing that I have worked in every class room. But I also wonder why the other workers never get pulled from their room to substitute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-6934817643777585522?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/6934817643777585522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=6934817643777585522' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/6934817643777585522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/6934817643777585522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2008/11/yea-weekend-again-it-is-awful-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-2178742690927469321</id><published>2008-11-09T18:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:33:58.805-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The weekends are not long enough. I feel normal, my old self, two days a week. This is the way life should be. Me, at home, at peace, no schedule except my own. I assume that is because I was not a working mom. I was blessed to be able to be a stay at home mom. Now I am having to work, thankfully just seven to three, five days a week, with the weekend off. I need to just keep counting my blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a great recipe for anyone who loves spinach, mustard greens or turnip greens, cooked greens of any kind. It is called &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/emeril-lagasse/ham-hock-and-wild-green-gumbo-recipe/index.html"&gt;"green gumbo" &lt;/a&gt; and it is fantastic. I spent the day with my sister yesterday and we cooked it for the first time. I couldn't get enough of this delicious gumbo. I will be fixing it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday is my laundry day. This past wednesday as I was taking the clothes from the dryer, I noticed a few spots on a pair of pants I was folding. I couldn't bring to mind what might have caused it, but I shrugged it off 'cause it was an old pair of everyday pants. Then I pulled a blouse out and noticed spots on the front of it. Now I was beginning to worry. Everything I pulled from the dryer had what looked liked oily stains and colored spots. My good clothes that I wore to work, ruined. I couldn't figure out what in the world happened to my laundry. I turned the washer back on and added a generous amount of detergent and shoved all the clothes back into the machine. As I was doing this, I found an empty tube of tinted blistex. That is when I remembered using the blistex at work and putting it in my pants pocket. I forgot about it and it ended up in with my load of clothes. I did a google search while the load of clothes soaked. Of course I read "don't dry the clothes" but I had already done that. One web site recommended using "spray and wash" so I bought that and it worked. I am a firm believer in "spray and wash" now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Judge me, O God, and plead my cause against an ungodly nation: O deliver me from the deceitful and unjust man. For thou art the God of my strength: why dost thou cast me off? why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? O send out thy light and thy truth: let them lead me; let them bring me unto thy holy hill, and to thy tabernacles. Then will I go unto the altar of God, unto God my exceeding joy: yea, upon the harp will I praise thee, O God my God. Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 43&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6475057-2178742690927469321?l=absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/feeds/2178742690927469321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6475057&amp;postID=2178742690927469321' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/2178742690927469321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6475057/posts/default/2178742690927469321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://absolutelydiscombobulated.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekends-are-not-long-enough.html' title=''/><author><name>Mrs. P</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15274120544744106436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://webpages.charter.net/thoughtspage/pictures/girl-on-swing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6475057.post-4449140793797747971</id><published>2008-11-02T13:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T13:56:47.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is hard to believe november is here. My mind tells me I just put up what few christmas decorations I had around the house and there are a few snowmen still out. Where have the days gone so fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday and thursday I was home sick. At one wednesday morning, chills and stomach cramps woke me up. I tried to stay under the covers, not wanting to get out of bed. The stomach cramps convinced me to rush to the bathroom and I made it just in time. Thankfully, I had stocked up on the necessities when the first child was sent home from the daycare with vomiting and diarrhea. Thursday evening the fever was gone. I went back to work friday, still moving a little slow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had some excitement at work two weeks ago. The fire alarm went off during nap time. It wasn't a drill, of course, I didn't know that until we were outside. I had the awfullest time getting my three and four year olds to wake up and go outside. The alarm didn't wake them up and me hollering fire, fire, get up, didn't get them up. I would stand them on their feet and they would just get back on their beds. I had to pick them up and pack them outside one at a time with out help. Nobody came to make sure I had all my kids safe. I was really upset about this when I found out it was the real deal. I told the director there has to be a better plan made for evacuation during nap time. The fire department came and reset the alarm. They said the monitor stated that it was smoke in the duct work. Something to do with the first time the heating unit is turned on and dust being on the heating coils. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving the colder weather we are having now. I was really excited with my electric bill, it was only $46. Not having to use the central air for heating or cooling is such a big savings. I can put the difference towards christmas. My last two bills were $189 each. This past week the mornings were in the thirties. I have had to use the heaters for a short time. My next electric bill will probably not be as low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But thou, O Lord, art a shield for me; my glory, and the lifter up of mine head. I cried unto the Lord with my voice, and he heard me out of his holy hill. Selah. 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