21 December 2006

If you read this and you feel so moved, I have several prayer requests.

1) I’m supposed to fly to Denver tomorrow.  If you’ve heard any news at all, you know that this is only marginally better than if I had been flying to Denver today (24 inches of snow in 24 hours is bad for airplanes).  At this point, the flight is only delayed 3.5 hours (since the airport hasn’t been open in almost 2 days, that’s pretty impressive).  Please pray that I actually get to Denver.  I really want to be with my family for Christmas, but they’ve rescheduled so many people at this point that, if I have to reschedule, I may very well only be able to get out there after Christmas.  Dave is supposed to come on Sunday; pray that he makes it, too.

2) I found a cyst in my earlobe last night.  I guess they’re not normally a big deal, but I’ve never had one before and it’s making me nervous.  It doesn’t hurt unless it gets hit or pushed on, so I don’t think it’s infected, but it’s kind-of scaring me.  I’d like it to go away.

3) Dave is studying for the CSET in Math.  It’s a test you have to pass to be able to teach a subject anywhere higher than elementary school in California.  It’s a hard test–one of those where they really try to mess you up.  We found out today that there isn’t really much material out there for studying for it, so you kind of have to pick a math textbook and hope it covers what’s in the test you happen to take.  If he can pass this, there’s a good chance he can get into a classroom in the fall, which would be so good for us and would mean he could do the internship credential program, which would also be good.  Please pray that we’ve chosen books well and he will pass.



27 November 2006

I can’t decide if I should couch this as “The Strangest Prayer Request You’ll See Today!” or “Wow, I’m Strange,” or “Guess What Happened Today That Was Funny!” (except that I almost cried when it happened, which seems to counter the “funny” one).  So you get to decide.  Lucky, lucky you.

Ever since I was young, I’ve had the tendency to transpose digits in numbers when I try to transfer the number from one place, into my head, and out to another place.  Think “chalkboard-head-paper” or “email-head-spreadsheet.”  Most of the time, I’m fine, but every so often, I put the numbers in the wrong order.  Even more occasionally, I switch out digits entirely, usually with one number up or down from the right one, sometimes with numbers that look or sound the same.  It has something to do with translating 1179 to “one-one-seven-nine” to remember it.  I’m somewhat more likely than most to transfer “one-seven-one-nine” instead, particularly if it has the same rhythm as the original, or the words rhyme.
Generally, this hasn’t been much of  problem.  I think I got so used to compensating in grade school that it didn’t matter, and besides, we didn’t have to transfer them much, and once I was doing a math problem I was ok.  In real life, it doesn’t show up much.  Sometimes when I’m reading out loud and I come to a year and it takes an extra couple of seconds for me to be able to say the right number it’s annoying, but, seriously, how often does that happen.  It’s also exacerbated by stress–the more stressed I am, and the more frustrated I get with the problem the more likely I am to do it.

Anyway, fastforward to, oh, now.  You know, wedding planning, with all its stress.  Wedding planning…where writing down an address correctly makes a difference.  As does reading the ad for the apartment you’ve rented, particularly when it comes to the price per month.  Right.  I’ll just let you imagine the exciting things that have been happening in my life.

Ok, I’ll give you a couple of hints…wedding invites sent to the wrong houses and me thinking our rent is $100 less than it is for almost a month.

I don’t know if this is minor numerical dyslexia or some sort of odd stress reaction.  I do know that, lately, it has been very, very annoying.


13 November 2006

Hi.  I know that some of these updates on my life are a little goofy.  But would you pray for me?  I’m sick again.  I think I’ve successfully caught every, single cold I’ve been exposed to this year, and some that I haven’t been exposed to.  And I know they’re mostly just colds but, really, I’m sick of it.



9 October 2006

I’m definitely sick.  Some weird sort of virus.  And I’m exhausted, despite sleeping 13 hours yesterday.  And I’m at work, because I figured I should come back since I hadn’t been in almost a week.  So please pray that I get better.


24 August 2006

She’s still really sick.  Hospitalized with pneumonia, dehydration, possibly more.  Please pray.

…but this is a really cool idea. I signed up. Will you?


16 August 2006

My grandma is really sick (just had surgery, is unable to swallow, and is losing weight at an alarming rate).  Please pray.