I Hate to Complain, But...

Before I complain about complaining, I want to say thank you to the readers who commented on my latest tutorial/giveaway, Kate W. and AKM.  Well, you are both such sweet readers I decided to just make a second necklace and let you both be winners!  Yay!  Watch for your peacock pendants in your mailboxes soon.

Now, onto another topic...

Yesterday I had to make a complaint.  I had paid someone for a service and there was a problem.  I'd thought there was a problem at the time I made payment but I wasn't firm and I wasn't insistent.  Those of you who know me are not surprised by this, I'm sure.  I so admire people who are able to state their needs and get what they pay for.  I have a weakness in this area... a BIG weakness.

I lost sleep this week having imaginary conversations in my head with the person I needed to call.  I fretted and worried.  It was stupid.  When I finally made the call, it took a whole 2 minutes and the person was polite and understanding and agreeable.  It was simply no big deal.

To give you an idea of my weakness, I am going to tell you a story.

When I was 7 months pregnant with Sam, we were visiting my Mom.  As is my nature, I suddenly HAD to have a new haircut.  Mom took me to the place where she got her hair cut.  I was happy when we walked in and I saw a poster with the model wearing exactly the haircut I wanted.  It was something like this:

It's cute, huh?  I liked that it was a short style but the top layers were long enough for plenty of movement  As the lady cut my hair she kept commenting that I certainly had thick hair.  My Mom told me later that she was thinning it as she said that.  I was turned away from the mirror so I didn't really know what was going on.  When she was done, I looked like this:

The top was so short it wouldn't even lay down.  She'd thinned big chunks clear to my scalp, leaving only bristles.  There were virtually no bangs left.  The sides were most definitely up over my ears.

I was so upset!  I wanted to cry.  With my extra large body at the time, I felt like a pinhead.  To make things worse, we were going to a family reunion soon, with Mike's side of the family.  I was to be in all the family photos with a hairdo that most definitely did not feel like "me".

Do you think that when I looked in the mirror at the salon I shrieked?  Nope.  Do you think I asked the woman, "What did you do to me!!!??"  Nope.  Do you think I even pointed out to her that my hair looked nothing like the photo?  Nope.

I gave her a tip.

Paying More Attention Now

If you are one of my close friends, you've probably heard this story before so it's ok if you want to move on with your day.  Come back tomorrow.  Maybe I will have fresh material.  If you are a friend I've only met through this blog, don't be confused.  I am a hospice nurse now.  However, I worked quite a few years as an oncology nurse and this my story of how I made that career move.

I'm a person very in tune with my own strengths and weaknesses.  I'm always very aware of my own situation and I am able to make precise and snappy decisions with confidence and efficiency.  NOT!

Sometimes I just point in one direction, wearing blinders, looking neither left nor right.  This was the case when I was working as a nurse at our local hospital.  I believed that was the only kind of nursing for me.  I was sure I was supposed to be at the hospital.  Hospitals are lively and vital and exciting and that was exactly where I wanted to be.

One January day I was having coffee with a friend.  She told me that she was friends with an oncologist who had been ill and hadn't been practicing for a few years.  This oncologist was better and was planning to open a clinic again.  She was looking for a nurse and my friend said, "I think you should work for her."  I smiled and thanked her and told her that I was happy being a hospital nurse.  I absolutely did not want to be an office nurse and I MOST definitely did not want to give chemotherapy.  Even the thought of being a chemo nurse was frightening!

About two weeks later I was approached at work by a fellow nurse.  She told me that she was friends with an oncologist who had been ill and hadn't been practicing for a few years.  This oncologist was better and was planning to open a clinic again.  She was looking for a nurse and my friend said, "I think you should work for her."  I smiled and thanked her and told her that I was happy being a hospital nurse.  I absolutely did not want to be an office nurse and I MOST definitely did not want to give chemotherapy.  Even the thought of being a chemo nurse was frightening!

Did that last paragraph look a lot like the paragraph before it?  Yep.  I'm sure the conversations weren't quite word for word, but close.  Notice how dumb I was?  I didn't realize yet that I was being directed.

Not long after that second conversation I received a phone call.  It was a bit awkward as I was in the bathroom, about to get into the tub.  My son knocked on the door and when I unlocked the door I reached my arm out to get the phone.  I thought it was a friend calling and stepped into the tub as I answered.  When I realized it was the doctor I stood VERY still in the tub so as not to make water noises.  We talked for a long time.  At the end of that conversation I'd agreed to at least meet with her for coffee.

My rolling "interview" began at a little coffee shop.  We talked and talked.  She then drove me to the office she was preparing.  Realizing it was time to pick up her son from preschool we rode together to get him, then went from there to a daycare to pick up her little girl.  When she dropped me off at my car she said, "The job is your's if you want it."  I told her I always talked such decisions over with my husband then whispered, "But I really want it."

The truth is, I was really afraid that I couldn't do that job.  I had no one to train me.  I had to spend so much time on education!

As it turned out, I enjoyed working for her and count it as a great learning experience.  I grew in confidence in my nursing.  We became friends along the way and went through a lot of things together.  I still treasure her friendship!

Why am I telling this story?  I don't know.  It was just on my mind.  I think  it is one of my best personal examples of how I tried to get in my own way, or maybe God's way.  Looking back, I feel strongly that God was guiding me to where I was supposed to be at that time in my life.  I wasn't very good at picking up the hints but I'm glad he was persistent.  I try to pay more attention now.

Spot On!

Last night Sam walked by just in time to see me in the kitchen doing this:

Sam is technically a teen but he is not and has never been one to act too excited.  He just quietly asked me if he should call the mental institution to come get me.  Funny guy.

In case you don't know, dish washing soap is a GREAT stain removal tool.  Normally I vouch for Dawn but for some reason I purchased Gain last time.  I hope it does the job as well.  You see, I'd not changed out of my scrubs after work and I'd dropped some of my supper down my front.  This is not unusual for me; I really should use a bib.  My scrubs are almost brand new, though, so I was unhappy and determined to take care of the situation pronto.

I suppose you may be wondering why I was still IN the top when I did my spot removal treatment.  Well, it's like this.  I am very lazy.  If I went to the bedroom to change and then came back to the kitchen to squirt the stuff on, I'd still have to return to the bedroom to put my scrub top into the laundry hamper.  See?  That makes good sense now, doesn't it?  

Just Listen

"I suspect that the most basic and powerful way to connect to another person is to listen.  Just listen.  Perhaps the most important thing we ever give each other is our attention.  And especially if it's given from the heart."

Rachel Naomi Remen, M.D.

Happy Birthday to the World's Greatest Son-in-Law!

Dear Eric,

I hope your day is awesome!  You deserve it.

As parents, Mike & I could not have been more pleased with our daughter's choice of husband.  You are a hard worker, a supportive spouse and a terrific father.  Those things alone make us so happy!

You go beyond all that, though.  You are interesting, talented and always up for learning something new.  

I don't want to insult you but the truth is, you fit in well with our crazy family!  You have your own brand of silly that just adds to the fun.

We adore you and are glad to count you as family!

Love,

Sue and Mike (but of course Mike didn't write this...too sappy for him.  He feels it, though.)

Sad Eyes

Bumblebee is our grandog and she's been staying with us this past week while her family is vacationing.  She is not allowed on the couch at her house but she knows the rules are different at the grandparents' house.  I am sure she misses her people but I think she's having a good time.  Trust me, she is having a good time.  Really, she is!  Those eyes always look sad.  

Zz

We are at the end of our ABC's of Bible Memorization!  Yay!  I really don't know if any of you have memorized them all but I appreciate that you've followed along.  If you did memorize them all, please let me know and I will send you a small prize.

So, here it is, the letter Z!



Psalm 97:8 Zion hears and is glad, and the


towns of Judah rejoice, because of your 


judgments, O God.

Tutorial/Giveaway: Repurposing Jewelry into Jewelry

No, I just don't give up with the whole tutorial thing, do I?  You would think this one would have been my last.  I encouraged myself, though, when I discovered that even a not-very-good-cook could produce a cooking tutorial.  At least that cooking tutorial produced something very yummy to eat.  This one was pretty but didn't taste all that great.  Probably the most useful tutorial I've managed to put together was the one about disabling word verification.  I still have a personal vendetta against the word verification junk.  It helps stop computer-generated comments.  Yes, I've had a few of those but they are simple to remove.  It won't help stop comments from creeps unless they are people who have trouble reading the distorted letters as well.  It has stopped me from leaving comments before as I sometimes just give up.  Oh man!  I'm ranting again.  Let's move on...

I enjoy reading blogs and books about people repurposing an unused item into something altogether different.  For instance, there are books about recycling sweaters.  You can make them into scarves and such.  There are entire blogs dedicated to repurposing.  I found one that shows how to turn eggshells into a leather look for covering things like photo album covers.  Hmmm...  Well, I decided I didn't need to stretch quite that far to get in on the repurposing wave.  I'm going to show you how I turned an earring into a necklace.  Yes, you read it right.  This is a tutorial on how to move jewelry from your ear to your chest.

OK, so you think this is a waste of time.  However, have you ever been in the mall (any mall) and stopped in to one of those stores with all the costume jewelry?  They have some pretty mighty earrings out right now!  Unfortunately, not every one has mighty earlobes.  Some of those earrings are so big you would soon be singing, "Do Your Ears Hang Low?"  Well, I really think many of those giant earrings are pretty but I don't want my ears to dangle "to and fro".  So, I repurposed.

I took a beautiful but way-too-large earring and made a pretty necklace.  I think you may agree that it was the humane thing to do.

First, I just opened up the little ring to get the big bobble off the earring.  I can later use the top part of the earring to refashion a more reasonable decoration for my lady-like earlobes.

I set it aside for a few minutes and took out some cotton thread of a corresponding color.  I just crocheted a long, long chain and hooked the ends together.

The only measuring I did was to wrap it around my own neck and decided about how long I thought it should be.

I went for a pretty long dangling type of look.  I then just did a slip stitch around all loops of the chain.

I wanted to make it looked more polished I guess.

I tied off the loose ends and pulled the tails back in to be hidden.

Using little needle-nosed pliers I reattached the ring around the chain and through the top of the pendant.



I can now call it a pendant since it is no longer capable of dangling dangerously heavy from someone's ear.

Waa-la!  I think it is kind of pretty.  It reminds me of a peacock!


Now, I am wondering if anyone wants it?  I am giving it away.  After all, I have the other earring with which I can make another necklace for myself if I wish.

To enter, all you have to do is leave a comment on this post or my personal facebook page before May 1.  If you have trouble leaving comments here just e-mail me at onlythemanager@yahoo.com and your name will be entered.  I will use random.org to be sure it is all fair.  That's really kind of funny as it is quite possible there will only be a few comments.  That means your chances are great!  Come on, don't let that scare you.  Go ahead, leave a comment.

Checking the Stats

This morning started out kind of lazy so I was indulging myself and messing around on the computer.  I changed the style of my blog about a dozen times.  I kind of want to try all the options so hang on!  Finally, I decided to look in on my blog stats.

For those of you who don't know, we bloggers have access to stats about our own blogs.  I kind of forget that I have the option to look at those numbers but every now and then I like to check them.  This is what I found out today...

One of the stats available is the number of page views.  It is kind of skewed because when I change the style of my blog it changes the way the page views are counted but it gives me a good idea of which posts receive the most attention.

Sorry about the quality of this photo but this shows part of the screen, enough for you to see the most popular posts were A Change of Heart (thanks Allen), A Gentle Donkey Kind of King (based on Mike's children's sermon), and Breath of God.  None of those posts were based on my own fascinating thoughts or observations but I don't really think we need to talk about that aspect of my stats!  

The stat I most enjoy checking out is the one that describes my audience...

This one fascinates me!  I do not know how people from Russia, India or any other countries happen upon my blog but I love it.  As a child I can remember teachers encouraging us to establish pen pals with children in other countries.  I think the idea was that by communicating directly with someone from a different culture we would grow up to be understanding of others.  Maybe that is really a small step toward world peace.  Think of what the internet has done!  We can now so easily communicate with people around the world!  We don't have to be diplomats or foreign missionaries or adventure travelers.  An ordinary American nurse can go online and share thoughts with all sorts of people.

Sometimes I kind of freak myself out when I look at the audience stats.  Knowing that much of language can mean different things to different people, I wonder if something I might write would offend someone from Pakistan or Germany or even just someone in a different area of the United States.  I hope I never do that but if I do, I hope you will be forgiving.

I can see what countries have been represented since I began my blog, how many this week, this day and even at this  moment.  Right now there are 41 people from the United States and 1 person from Australia reading my blog.  I think that 1 person from Australia must be having trouble sleeping.  

I really love receiving comments about my posts.  I suppose some of that is simply pride in knowing I've started a conversation, that people are interested in my topic for the day.  Sometimes it is funny to see which posts draw the most comments.  Between Facebook comments and those left here, I had a lot of feedback on washing out plastic bags! Funny, huh?  When people comment, though, it gives a voice to the thoughts of others, not just mine.  So,  if you have been reluctant to leave a comment, please know that I would love it.  If you are one who has difficulty leaving comments here, you may also e-mail me and I will transfer your comment to my posts.  My e-mail address is onlythemanager@yahoo.com.

I just want to say "thank you" to my readers, from the long-time loyalists to those just dropping in for today.  I appreciate that you've taken the time to stop by.

Drive Safe and Sanitary

Last week-end, when I was headed to Billings, I received a sweet text from our daughter, Maria.  In the text I was instructed to "drive safe and sanitary".  In fact, I received multiple similar messages.  Mike also directed me to drive safe and sanitary as I left that morning.  Actually, I stood there until he remembered to say it, refusing to make my exit until he did.  Those are words of love in our family and they pretty much always make me happy.

Reminding a loved one to "drive safe" probably isn't so weird, but are you now wondering if I am known for driving in an unsanitary fashion?  How would someone do that?  Maybe I drive with the windows down and cough out the window at pedestrians?  Maybe I sneeze into my hand and transfer germs onto the steering wheel, endangering the next driver?  Do I throw used tissues willy nilly around the car?  Well, just in case you are worried about any of that, I try my best to cough into the crook of my elbow, pick up any tissues I may use and I even have hand sanitizer in my car and I know how to use it.  Sometimes, if I am sick, I even put a gob of it on my hands and smear it around the entire steering wheel.

When Maria and Mike commanded the "safe and sanitary" trip they were simply carrying on family tradition.  Here's the story, at least my memory of it...  I think it was my great-grandfather who started the strange send-off.





He was seeing off some relatives, you know, how you all stand awkwardly around a car as you say your "good-byes".  That is also the time when someone remembers that they never took photos of their loved ones during the visit so they snap them just before they leave.  In fact, I was fascinated by how many "leaving" photos I saw in the old family photo collection.  The first two below are my Grandma Rose.  Wasn't she a beauty?

Sometimes those send offs take awhile, huh?  Anyway, he started talking without thinking out his entire sentence.  Of course, I've never done that.  He said, "Drive safe and....." I don't know what he meant to say and maybe he didn't either.  Finally, out came "sanitary".  What?

My great-grandfather's words to "drive safe and sanitary" became part of family lore and is now the send-off for multiple generations of descendants, people who live all over this country.  It's silly, isn't it?  I'm sure it brought laughs for awhile, making fun of the original speaker of that odd phrase.  Now, it is just an expected part of our tradition.  I hope none of us become superstitious, thinking we won't be safe if we don't hear it, but it does kind of make us feel sealed with love.  The funny times are when one of us says it to someone outside the family.  Oddly, they just don't get it.  Trust me, I've done it.

I am guessing my great-grandfather had no idea that his quirky little phrase would only gain steam over the generations.  I'm quite certain he never imaged that phrase being texted to people not yet even born when he first uttered it.  I'm sure he never conceived the idea of someone blogging about it.  Funny, huh?  Today, I am sending the "Drive safe and sanitary!" directive to a loved one via this post...you know who you are!

Now, it is your turn.  Anyone brave enough to share some odd little family sayings or traditions of your own?

Under the Weather

I started out this week feeling a bit under the weather.  Did you ever stop to ponder that phrase, "under the weather"?  Where did that come from?  Anyway, I guess there was weather and I was under it.  Actually, the weather was lovely but I wasn't really enjoying it much.  Nothing dramatic was going on, just a typical upper respiratory infection (nurse talk for a common cold).  It gave me some down time but I couldn't waste it so I crocheted. I did finish the tunisian crochet baby blanket I showed you a week or so ago.  Not to brag, but I was pleased with the final result.

As I crocheted I also spent nearly an entire day watching Netflix.  I just finished the series "Life".  It is about a cop who is framed, spends 12 years in prison, is exonerated and wins a multi-million dollar settlement and then goes back to work as a cop again.  It was entertainment for me anyway.  

Being sick now is sure different than it was for me a decade ago.  Many of you know that when you are raising kids you don't get to just watch tv and crochet when you are sick, you just keep moving anyway.  Also, if my job were different, I'd have kept working.  However, I don't think it would be kind to pass even just a common cold on to our hospice patients.  They have enough to deal with and there were healthy nurses available to take my place.  Anyway, if felt weird to just sit down and relax.  

Who I Am

Jessica Andrews sang a song quite a few years ago that I just loved.  Check it out here.  In this song she is singing about self-confidence derived from knowing who she is and knowing she is loved.  She refers to her family tree and how it is all a part of who she is.  I am fascinated with genetics and this song puts a pretty spin on that.

Maternal Grandparents

Maternal Great Grandparents as Homesteaders

For the most part, my family tree makes me proud.  I don't find perfection but I can find kindness and goodness.  I can find evidence of a good work ethic and strong spirituality.  I can find gentleness and humor.

What if a part of your lineage is a bit painful to examine, though?  I think it is pretty common to look at your family tree and find parts that are a bit shadowy.  It may be hard to see yourself as a direct descendant from someone who's life you do not admire.  How do you deal with that?  It's not like you can carve out pieces of your own DNA.

Or what if you are adopted and don't have the stories or photos of those to whom you are genetically linked?  Does that make you any less YOU?

As fascinating as genetics is it is not the end of the story for any of us.  I know it plays a big part but we have choices.  We have options to who and what we want to be, which part of our genetic heritage we wish to perpetuate.  We have paths to healing.  For me, that path has always been my faith.  I've been chosen to be a part of God's family.  I am wanted.  I am noticed.  I am cared for.  I am strong because I am not alone... ever.

Cupcake Dress for a Cupcake Girl

Cordy LOVES cupcakes!  She like to  make them.  She likes to eat them.  She likes to talk about them.

So, when I saw this, I pretty much had to get it for her now, didn't I?  Last night, when I showed it to her, she was shrugging off her other dress almost immediately.  The cupcake was definitely a hit!

When was the last time something made you that pleased?  Were you able to express your joy or did you feel inhibited?  

Yy

We are about to wrap up this ABC's of Bible Memorization business.  Today I present to you the verse for the letter "Y"...

Psalm 119:105 Your word is a lamp to my feet 

and a light to my path.

Hospice Hilarity

Just so you know, people are allowed to have fun at hospice.

This week we had a training day.  It is mandatory and I rather expected it to involve a lot of sitting and squirming.  Those who planned the day, though, put a tremendous amount of effort into it.  They came up with a circus theme.  When it was time to change workshop locations, circus music would be played overhead.  When we met in the conference room we found animal crackers and those orange candy peanuts set out at our tables.  People were asked to bring white elephant gifts (although some brought nice gifts) to exchange.  There were juggling and balancing acts; we even got to give it a try ourselves! I wasn't good.

Of course there were serious sessions on such topics as public safety, personal wellness, medication titrations and equipment training.  We were given helpful knowledge to enable us to be better prepared to serve our patients.  But, silliness was interspersed in a fashion so as to keep us balanced.

We were all asked to wear a costume of a circus character.  I couldn't come up with any grand idea that I wanted to do and was just going to blow that part off, but then had an idea.  I decided I would be an animal rights activist protesting the carnival.  Sneaky,  huh?  That way I did not have to spend the day in an uncomfortable costume, but I gave the illusion of participation.   I carried a sign.  That's all I did.

OK, I admit that it was rather a feeble attempt to make it appear I was being cooperative.  Perhaps I felt guilty about that but for some reason I did cooperate with a photo opportunity that presented itself.  Actually, one of our hospice aids painted this scene.  I was impressed.

Other people did get into the spirit of the day, though, and even allowed me to take their photos.  

Do any of you have such silliness at your place of employment?

Indulging the Grandmas

I am not Cordelia's only grandma but I am the only one living in the same town.  This is why I must post cute Cordy pictures a lot.   You see, it is kind of my obligation to give the other grandmas a peek at her.   Therefore, I'm not just a bragging grandmother.  I'm only being thoughtful and trying to share.  :-)

Earlier this week I went with Maria and Cordelia to story time at our local library.  Cordy used to be really timid at these events.  Besides the stories there is usually singing time with actions or dancing involved.  We all start sitting on the floor and Cordelia would tell us she was shy and then smoosh herself into either of our laps to just observe the other kids.  Those days have changed!  When we first arrived at the children's section she said she was shy but soon she announced that she wasn't going to be shy after all.  It turns out she was right. What a fun little person to observe!

I tell you what, though, that friendly stuff takes a lot out of a girl!

Birthday Season

It is birthday season in our family.  Do any of you have those times where it is about a birthday a week for awhile?

Last night we gathered to celebrate our daughter, Maria.  She is beautiful, isn't she?  She's just as kind as she is pretty...just so you know.

We had people working on our shower in our bathroom, which had to be replaced.  I've also had the refrigerator repairman here and we replaced the dishwasher and microwave, among other patches and improvements.  I guess it is not just birthday season but also repair season.  Anyway... we just let the bathroom people (not their official titles) work and carried on with our party anyway.

When it comes to decorating, I have been known to go all out.  Actually, that is just a big fat lie.  This little banner is the extent of it for me.  I've used it for years and probably will continue to do so forever.  Oh sure, I've decorated a bit more when the kids were little but not much.  Maria is so much more into that sort of thing but it just didn't seem right to ask her to come over and decorate for herself.

Cordelia helped set the table.

I'd been at work all day so Pizza Hut brought us our meal.  It was so nice of them to cook for us!  I did make vegan cupcakes the night before and frosted them before I left for work.  They were kind of sad looking but they tasted good.

Cordelia is always helpful.  She enjoyed helping Maria blow out candles on the cupcakes. 

Mike was out of town, actually already on his way home, after having been gone a few days.  Since he didn't get home for the party, Eric took photos to send to him.  More specifically, Eric took photos of each of us, separately, wearing Mike's jean jacket and Case Tractor Hat.  That wasn't weird enough.  He also dressed each dog up in Mike's attire as well.  If you are crazy enough to want to see such photos, go here.  I'm not sure how much of that operation was observed by the people working on our bathroom!

No matter how we celebrated, I'm just so very grateful for the chance I had to mother this beautiful person.

Celebrating our Starter Child

Today marks one of the top most important days in my life.  Our first baby, Maria, was born on this day!  I love remembering how I felt as I saw her for the first time.  Meeting this little person that was a mixture of me and Mike was such a remarkable experience!

Maria was an active baby, a precocious toddler and an advanced child.  I once told Mike that she was like a little adult just trying to pretend to be a child so as to fit in with the other children.  She's always been inquisitive and concerned about the world around her.  She was such a joy to raise!

Maria is a wife and mother herself now.  She's an artist a writer and a teacher.  She's creative and kind and beautiful and loyal and forgiving and honest and she's my friend.  She adores her  brothers, laughs at her Dad's jokes and always makes me feel special.  She's funny and knows how to let loose and be silly.  She has deep compassion.

Although she was our starter child, we must have done something right because she turned out to be someone who makes us so very proud.  I hope she knows that.

I thank God for this lovely woman in my life, my daughter.