Promises

I am so thankful that I am married to a man who I can trust will keep his promises. I have been hurt in the past by the "promises" of others, and still today, I see certain people "promise" that they will or will not do something and ends up being nothing more than empty words. But I hold dear the words of my husband because I know that I can trust them and I know that he will do everything in his power to fulfill his promises. That being said, I would like to post another article from DailyOM that I felt like sharing.

I hope you all have someone that you can trust will keep true to their words as well!
Have a great week!

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As Good As Your Word
Promises

Ever since human beings could speak to one another, they have been making promises and keeping them or not keeping them. Those who keep their promises are regarded as people of integrity, while those who don’t keep their promises are regarded as people who at best can’t be taken seriously and at worst can’t be trusted. Sometimes we forget how powerful our words are, and we use them haphazardly or unconsciously, creating expectations that are never fulfilled, leaving disappointment and distrust in our wake.

On an even deeper level, there are promises we may have made to ourselves that we don’t remember because they have slipped into our unconscious. An early heartache may have been followed by a promise never to trust love again. Without realizing it, we may be fulfilling that promise and wondering why our love life looks so grim. At an even deeper level, many people who recall past lives become aware that they made a promise lifetimes ago that they are still keeping. For example, a vow of poverty taken in a lifetime as a monk may be holding someone back from fulfilling his earning potential now. Upon realizing that we have made a promise we no longer wish to be beholden to, we can perform a ritual of requesting release from that bond. In doing so, we clear ourselves of outmoded connections and patterns, returning ourselves to a clean slate. Then we can resolve to remember that our word is sacred and to be very conscious of any promises we make to ourselves or to others.

We may ask to be released from any promises made to ourselves or others in our present, past, or future lives, consciously or unconsciously, that are holding us back from fulfilling our greatest good. We may ask that love, light, and healing be sent to any souls who have suffered from our inability to be true to our word, including ourselves. We can ask for the wisdom to do our best and from this point forward to be true to our word, promising only what we truly intend to deliver. The resulting clear conscience and liberated energy will illustrate this truth: We are only as good as our word.

http://www.dailyom.com/articles/2010/22300.html

Tending the Hearth

I am a free and independent woman. I choose my own path in life - whether that is to go to work, school, dance at a strip club, or stay at home - whatever.

I choose to stay at home. I'm not being oppressed. I'm not being forced to stay barefoot and pregnant. I choose to stay at home.

Not only do I choose to stay at home, but I have chosen to extend my "duties" and home school my son. Home schooling takes a tremendous amount of effort on my part. It is like having a full time job that you never get to take a beak from. But it is my choice. I love having a choice.

Getting off topic here. lol Perhaps this article from DailyOM might shed some light.

Have a great weekend!

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Tending the Hearth
Women’s Work

In the recent past, the term women’s work has come to have a derogatory connotation. Women’s work encompasses all the domestic chores that have historically been associated only with women—cooking, cleaning, and raising children. Whenever a person is limited to only certain kinds of work in a society, there is a need to break free from that work in order to inhabit a place of choice. However, when we choose to do women’s work because we enjoy it, there is nothing degrading about it. There is an honor to it, and when done alone or in a group this work can be truly meaningful and fulfilling because the home is the foundation of security for all who live in it. The importance of tending the hearth that nurtures all who bask in its warmth cannot be overstated.

In addition to being essential to the functioning of the world, women’s work offers creative fulfillment, intimate interaction, and personal satisfaction. The more we become aware of the significance of this realm of labor, the more fulfilling it will be to those who do the work and those who benefit from it. A well-set table and a delicious, healthy meal can heal us on multiple levels. Clean, crisp sheets on a bed allow us to enter a deep slumber, inspiring a sense of safety and trust. Our mental, physical, emotional, and spiritual health all rest upon the smooth functioning of our homes.

The gift of women’s work, which still often comes from the hands of women, now also comes from fathers, husbands, and hired help. Whatever the source, our sincere gratitude upon receiving these treasures reminds us of the profound value of what is traditionally known as women’s work. The more we acknowledge the tremendous importance of this work, the more we are able to do it with a sense of pride, never feeling for a moment that our efforts are less significant or meaningful than those working outside the home—on the contrary, it is this work that makes all other work possible.

http://www.dailyom.com/articles/2010/21588.html

If it's not one thing, it's another...

Just another little disaster in the life that I call mine. LOL

Last night I went down into the basement and I heard an unusual sound. Drip. Drip. Drip.

We have had some unusual weather and the snow was melting. Every year we have to pump our basement out because all the snow melt comes into the basement. Well, until now, I have not known where that water was coming from. I figured it was because the water table was high and the basement was below the water table. I think that is still partially true.

Well the dripping was getting to me and so I moved boxes, gorilla racks, and shelves out of the way so that I could find where the dripping was coming from.

I was completely and utterly shocked as to what I had found. A hole. A HUGE hole. It looked like the siding of the house had been chewed and rotted away which allowed moisture to get to the sheet rock - which was by this point- non-existent. I was looking at earth, roots, rocks, and water pouring through that hole and into the basement. Whoever built this house was stupid and when they back filled, they filled it a foot higher than the foundation!

So today's project it to temporarily patch that hole until my husband gets back home to do a more permanent fix for it. I just hope that it is enough to keep all the dirt and water from pouring into the basement.

Heh...and I know how Super Squirrel got in.

Push the Limits

Basic instincts, social life
Paradoxes side by side.
Don't submit to stupid rules
Be yourself and not a fool.
Don't accept average habits
Open your heart and push the limits.

- Enigma (The Screen Behind The Mirror)

The Loss of a Loved One

Most people think that when you say you loose a loved one, you are referring to a member of your family. At least, a human member of your family. For the most part, that is true. For me, however, a loved one also means a beloved pet.

Unless you love your pets dearly, I don't think one could truly understand how hard it is to loose one. It is the very same as loosing a human loved one.

Yesterday afternoon, my beloved little bunny Jasper passed on. He was 7 1/2 years old - quite old for a rabbit. They typically only live 4-5 years. I have had many bunnies over the years and some lived quite long, others did not. Jasper, however, was my little baby bunny. He was the sweetest little thing. He loved to be held and would give you "bunny kisses" back. He loved to cuddle up on my chest and under my chin and actually started "purring".

During the past few months, I noticed that Jasper was slowing down a lot. He still ate and drank and pooped, but I could tell that he was having troubles. I did what I could for him and assured him that I still loved and held him dear. I knew that he would soon pass on and I accepted it. I did not bother with the other 4 steps of grief, been through it enough.

All I can say is that Jasper had a very long life, and what appeared to be a happy life. It is sad to see him gone - his condo is empty and there is no playful thumping coming from his corner of the house and I will miss him terribly. But I am so grateful to have spent the time I did with him. I am happy to have so many fun memories with him and I will never forget them. Jasper was and in my memory will always be my little baby bunny.

Jasper
Netherland Dwarf

Born: June 03
Died: Jan. 8, 2010

Doctor Patient Relationships

Today I think it is hard to find a good doctor who is truly interested in their patient's health.  I often have the image in my mind of what a doctor/patient relationship should be like. 

The comes in and greets the patient and asks how they are doing which then usually initiates the reason why the patient is seeing the doctor. The doctor listens to the patient, his or her concerns, and what options are available to improve the patient's health. I imagine the doctor taking interest in the patient's opinions and thoughts and working out something that is beneficial for the patient. 

How wrong I am! Perhaps my idea of the doctor/patient relationship is old fashioned.  Over the past year, I have observed, in a certain health care service in our town, that this relationship is actually the complete opposite of what really happens. 

Over the past year, I have observed, and experienced myself, the combative attitude and non-caring nature of a nurse practitioner, Joyce Wilson of Kaniksu Health Services.  After I saw her, I did not feel confident in her diagnosis of me - that I was as fit as a fiddle and there was nothing wrong with me.  Because of the lack of confidence, I ended up researching for a long time and I diagnosed myself.  I had an injury...I wasn't sick, btw. 

Then my husband saw Joyce Wilson, the minute she met him, she was extremely combative with him.  She argued about why he was there, she argued about his medications and told him that the doctors who prescribed it before were wrong, she made unnecessary comments that were rather on the rude side, and she aired her arrogance in the fact that she had been practicing medicine for a long time and knew what she was talking about.  She had a conniption at my husband's blood pressure and told him she wanted to see him in another month. 

A month went by and he came back.  As my husband waited in the room, he, as well as everyone in the waiting room, could hear Joyce Wilson arguing with another patient.  The argument was very heated and the patient demanded to see the doctor of the facility.  Then she went and saw my husband.  She slammed the door and immediately started an argument with my husband.  She took his blood pressure and was not satisfied and ordered a different medication. She wanted to see him again in a month. 

We came back a month later and when my husband went in, he suggested using the proper sized cuff for him for taking blood pressure.  The nurse (not Joyce the nurse practitioner) took his blood pressure with the proper cuff and the reading was fine.  He left and Joyce Wilson came in and argued with him about the size of the cuff.  One thing you have to understand is that my husband is a big man.  He's not fat he's just big. His arm circumference is too big for the “regular” size cuff they slap on people’s arms in the doctors office.  Using the improper sized cuff to take blood pressure will give you a false reading and then lead to a misdiagnosis. She insisted on using the smaller cuff and took another reading, which ended up being extremely high.  She wanted to increase his medication. She then proceeded to argue with him some more and tell him that she knew everything because she had been practicing medicine for a long time.  Obviously he is going to see a doctor elsewhere. 

But what kind of confidence that give anyone in going to the doctor?  When a doctor, or NP practitioner, or ANYONE in health care argues with a patient and creates a bad situation, and causes nothing but more problems, it really makes you wonder.  What else has this person done? How many people’s lives has she screwed up because of her attitude and incompetence? But the thought that really sticks into my mind about her is how many people has she killed?? 

Joyce Wilson’s attitude is not beneficial to anyone in health care and her arrogance clouds her judgment and leads her to make wrong diagnosis. I cannot believe that a person like that is allowed to even practice medicine.  Then again, I AM old fashioned.  

Needless to say, we are both going to be filing complaints against Joyce Wilson with the health care provider and the state of Idaho and hopefully they can do something to help improve the service of the Kaniksu Heath Services as well as the state.

Before closing this blog, I encourage EVERYONE to do their research BEFORE seeing their doctor or NP.  Don’t just take their word because if they are anything like this NP Joyce Wilson, you’ll wake up dead.  Ask questions.  Make them answer your questions. Don’t take any BS answer from them.  And if you are not confident about their diagnosis of you or you feel a bit off about it, GET A SECOND OPINION! It might just save your life!

And to anyone in North Idaho, DO NOT see Joyce Wilson at Kaniksu Health Services in Sandpoint, Id.  Take a drive up to Bonners instead.