Wednesday, June 25, 2008

It would be a real good thing if I had a title for this...

wouldn't you say???

There's just not much going on.

I'm trying to exercise to keep up with the rest of the Ragamuffin-Tops that are kickin' my butt. I'm not sure that I can keep up. I'm not going to quit, but I think there are a few that are struggling, too. I'm glad I'm not in this boat by myself.

I'm working with the kiddos again. If you'll remember, every category that they entered for the State Bible, Music and Arts Competition qualified to go to the Nationals. To read about that, go here. I think they're really starting to get excited.

Otherwise, I'm just making some skirts to take with me to the Nationals. I'll post some pics when I get them done. I told you that I didn't have a digital camera. That's still true. The still shots you see on here are from video that I've taken. The video editing software that I use for everything else will take still shots from the video. That means that I have to do it the long way. So, give me some time.

Other than what I've mentioned here, I'm not really into much. Most of this last weekend was spent patch-working pieces of fabric (African batik fabric) into a piece that I could cut out a skirt from. And you may not know that I have this real soft spot in my heart for Africa. More specifically Uganda. I stayed at an orphanage for 2 weeks - just hanging with the kiddos.

Well, I won't bore you anymore with all of the random. See you later!

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

The Challenge Week 4

I got busy and forgot to post yesterday.

Starting weight: 285
Last week:286.6
This week: 287.2

I really am trying. It doesn't look like it, but I am.

Tuesday: walked 1 mile & 100 crunches
Thursday: walked 1/2 mile (had to quit because of really bad leg cramps)

It will be better this week. I'm still trying. Last week and this week I've been in lots of pain, physically. I'll try to exercise when I'm not hurting. Pray for me. This pain is getting the better of me right now.

To catch up with the other Ragamuffin-Tops on their challenge, go here.

Monday, June 16, 2008

The day I met death and lived, part 2

If you've not read part 1, go here.

I left off right as the tractor-trailer hit. It felt like eternity passed, but also like just a few seconds. Creepy, really.

When I opened my eyes, I was really just trying to process what had happened. My back windshield was gone. The front windshield was intact. Weird.

I looked in the rear-view, trying to look at myself. My hair was down. It had been in a ponytail. At that point, it was also about assessing myself and checking to see what was injured. My right hand had, apparently, gone through the back window with my head. It was cut open from between my ring and pinky fingers down to my wrist. I had no idea how bad it might be, but I was losing blood. My forehead met the steering wheel and they had a rumble - that wasn't pretty, either.

About that time, a man came over and opened my door. I remember that he reached in and turned off the engine. He told me what his name was. I don't remember what it was. He said that I could use his cell phone to call whoever I needed to. He helped me out of my truck. He introduced his wife, and told me that she was a paramedic in their hometown (they were on vacation). She took care of me until the local paramedics got to me.

The EMS people took me to one of the local hospitals. I stayed there until about midnight or so. I really don't remember. Morphine - it's great! Although, they didn't give it to me until I was ready to for a second set of X-rays at about 8-9 pm (I was there by 4:30). My nurse told me that she was proud of me - that I was hurt and I wasn't screaming for pain meds. To be honest, I'm not sure why I wasn't asking for some. God had some major heavenly pain meds He was distributing - that's all I can think of. Mainly because there was a med student in with the regular doctor who had one of my tendons in 2 forceps, yanking the tendon up out of my hand. I told him they weren't supposed to be on the outside of my body and that I'm sure it would like to be back in the nice, warm, snuggly place it came out of. Then, I noticed why there were 2 forceps. That tendon was cut. There was about 1/4 of it left in tact. So, I needed surgery.

I ended up needing to see the best hand surgeon in town. I got in with him on Wed. 2 days to get in with the best hand surgeon in town isn't bad. I was impressed. He did surgery Wed afternoon. It turns out the people in the ER left a piece of glass in my hand that he removed during surgery.
Later that week, I went to the police dept - they'd not taken my statement the night of the accident. There were so many cars involved (14 total) that by the time they got to me, I'd been given my first dose of morphine. The officer that came out to talk to me almost passed out when I told him which vehicle I was in. By their estimations, I should've been dead. They were probably right.

During my visit to the police dept, I saw the sketch of the accident. It really is amazing. The truck that hit me had pushed a Grand Marquis down the interstate sideways for over a mile. Then, he hit me. At 85 mph. I hit one car (while he was running over the bed of my S-10), spun out, hit another car (with the bed of my truck - he's running over the front of my truck), the pin under the back end of the trailer impaled the engine of my truck, I spun out again while nicking a 3rd car, and came to rest in the back end of the 4th car.

God's intervention that day showed me that there's nothing I can't rely on Him for. Since then, I've tried to do things on my own, again. Then I remember what He saved me from. Death, pain, torture, burning alive, and so many other things. And that's just in the spiritual! That's not what He saved me from that day in July.

God is good.

Can I get an "amen"?

The Challenge Week 3 (weigh-in #2)

Still asking if you've joined the challenge. Well, have you??

Well, this week was better, but still really hectic.

I did get in some exercise this week. It was more than last week. This week:

Tuesday: 2 miles.

Thursday: 1.75 miles. I'd gone to the tanning bed, so my core temp was already up. I walked until I thought I might pass out. (I know. Tanning beds are bad for you.)

Last weeks weight: 288.6

This weeks weight: 286.6

Goal weight: as skinny as possible by July 19th. (hahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!)

YAY!! That's down 2 lbs!

I had lunch with Mom yesterday (she's doing the challenge - only she doesn't know it. we're both trying to lose weight for the same "big event" in July.). She was telling me that she'd gained some weight since starting to watch what she ate. I actually have, too. I'm not real sure why.

This next week will be better. I'll try getting some pics for next week. I don't have a digital camera. I do have a video camera, but I don't have access to the interweb on the weekends. We'll see what happens....

Thursday, June 12, 2008

The day I met death and lived.

I guess that would be it in a nutshell. (Warning: this might be a little long, but hang in there.)

The date: July 14, 2003
The time: 4:20 pm
It started back on July 6. I was helping direct VBS that year. We'd been going hard about 19 hours every day (5 hours of every day on the road) for 3 weeks straight. We only had a total of 6 weeks to do it all, anyway. I was tired. Really tired.

The job I worked allowed me to be by myself for most of the day. I could have day-long discussions with God. It was good. That week, He'd told me that some people were offended by some things I'd said that previous Sunday. I didn't quite realize that what I said would've offended anyone, but apparently it did.

The next Sunday (July 13th), I felt that to those people I'd offended publicly that I would apologize publicly. (Friends, that takes guts. It shows you what you're made of.)

The very next day, Satan (death) payed me a visit. He was mean. He was cruel. He killed 2 other people trying to kill me.

There had been several accidents on the interstate in the previous weeks. During one of those accidents, some diesel fuel was spilled onto the interstate. They waited a week to clean it up. Needless to say, there were 2 miles worth of vehicles on that stretch of road when I got to it.

The day was beautiful. Not too hot. Windows in my S-10 were rolled down and good music was on the radio. I was not going to let stopped traffic ruin my day, because I was on my way to church (with a cab full of boxes for crafts) to work on VBS stuff. God was good and I was blessed.

Anyway, since I'd been on the road everyday for the previous (almost) 3 years, I was used to the sounds that accompany the travel. The sound I heard on that day wasn't like any I'd ever heard before.

Out of nowhere, I saw a tractor-trailer in my rear-view. He was coming at me. He was coming fast. Much faster that regular interstate traffic would travel. This was not good. There was no time to get out of the truck. No time to pull over, or even anywhere to go. No time for anything. I cried out to God in that split second to help me. And then, the truck hit me. It felt like an eternity, but only a few seconds. God was in control now...

Stay tuned...

Wednesday, June 11, 2008


I need some help.

Why do you automatically think it's mental???? Because of all the rambling??


I do need some help, though.

What songs do you sing at your church during worship service??

Thanks in advance.

Monday, June 9, 2008

The Challenge, Part 2

Ok. Do you remember that I said something about this?

I thought you might.

This week was not good.

I've been very stressed this week. I've got the important stuff glaring me in the face and it's oppressive. It's like it's looming just on the other side of the sun setting - and it's coming to get me.

I've not eaten everything in sight. That's a comfort.

But I put on 3lbs this week. That would be 288lbs. It's not pretty. Not pretty at all. You may see the other post on this for a pic. Nothing has changed. =(

I didn't get the chance to walk this week. I had no air conditioner in my house (When I got home on Thursday, for example, it was 95+ , according to the thermostat. Did I remember to tell you that the summer before we bought our house, the air conditioning unit mounted on the slab next to the house was clean cut and hauled off, so we have to put a window unit into a window that was not designed for that? And did I mention that we live less than 2 blocks from one of the worst housing developments in our city? Walking outside is not an option.)

Now, I realize while that's not a really great excuse, I've had episodes of passing out when my core temp gets too hot. I really prefer not to do the passing-out thing. It kinda scares C. Especially when he would not be able to get to me. (If the bed of the treadmill is down, you can't open the bedroom door. It lays across the opening.)

So, while I may have failed this past week, I will not fail this next week.

Please continue to have hope.

And just for the record, I said something about deep-fried Twinkies and Snickers, but I haven't touched one. I promise.

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Y'all have got to watch this!!!!!

lifehouse everything skit

Yes, the Twinkies...

Dear Gretchin, yes I have seen the show on Food Network that talks about deep-frying Twinkies.

Now, my question for you is have you tried one?

I must say that I've never tried the Twinkies, but I have tried the deep-fried Snickers.

"Oh, dear Lord! Forgive me! Cause I know exactly what I'm about to do!!!"

That must be the prayer prayed right before eating one of those Snickers. Then, you may commence with the drooling slobbering and the ever-popular finger-licking. Yup - it's just like going to visit Colonel Sanders. Finger-lickin' good!

Because you know how they do it??? (I know cause I watched somebody do it right in front of me!!!!! I think I slobbered all over their table. Then I ate one, and it went straight to by muffin-top!)

They put the Snickers bar on an over-sized toothpick. They baptize it in funnel cake batter. They place it into the hot oil to fry. Then, they take it out and sprinkle it with powdered sugar.

Oh, sweet mercy! I can't talk about this anymore. I'm gonna want one!!!!

So, I'm going to starve until lunch (not really - I could live off my muffin-top for a few weeks, I'm sure), and I'll be good. I'm having Lean Cuisine French Bread Pepperoni Pizza.

What are you having??

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Have you joined the challenge?????

There's been a challenge issued. It's over here. Do you have the dreaded "Muffin Top"??

I think I've lost my mind...

because I decided to join the challenge...posting my weight and everything.

Dr. Phil says that you can't change what you don't admit (or something like that), and Mom has said for years that confession is good for the soul. Let's see if they're right.

Confession: I have a muffin top.


AAARRRGGGHHH!!!! I can't believe I put that up here!

That's me in the blue. It's just not real pretty.

(You do understand that the camera just had to be at that angle, don't you??? Yeah, I didn't think so either.)

C says he doesn't care, but I'm thinking that I don't like this pic. I really don't like it at all.

And since Mom asked me to lead the worship music at the Nationals during the WNAC meeting, I've just decided that something has to be done about that muffin top.

I'm a few days late with this post. I was out of town enjoying myself some Corky's.

So today, I weighed in at 285. Down 1 lb from last week when I posted my weight over at Los'.

I'm going to go hide somewhere now...

Preferably with a treadmill...

And the goal would be around 80 lbs to lose.

I think I need a Twinkie. =)