Awareness Month

It's B****t Cancer Awareness Month. Yep, I'm aware they are part of my body and cancer can grow at any minute. I am aware that I could have cancer in any part of my body. Let me ruminate and be gloomy. And I'm very skeptical that buying pink crap helps find the cure. I read a book about it once.

Its Downs Syndrome Awareness Month, Yep, I am aware some people have Downs Syndrome. You know what? I see people who appear to have Downs Syndrome out in the community living their lives such as checking out a library book, searching for something in the grocery store, going to the movies, attending Mass, eating in a restaurant, enjoying a summer day in the park. Gosh, that's the same stuff people without Downs Syndrome do.

Now Big Company I'm working at is starting a Transgender Awareness Campaign.

How about a campaign about people who like to sleep in late and how you shouldn't expect them in the office until about 10 or 11 in the morning? The symbol could be a pillow. We're not all morning people especially when it's raining outside.

When I Get Paid

I'm going to buy Ceremony of Innocence by Dorothy Cummings McLean. She's a Catholic writer.

Seraphic Singles is her blog, but she's married now. She gives good advice to young woman. I read her anyway even though I'm not young.

Buy it on Amazon

You could buy it from Ignatius Press

Questions on a Saturday Night

How do you know when you are called to do something or a certain lifestyle? How do you know that's something you want, but you aren't called to do it?

Sometimes I really resent the children of my friends especially when they cancel events because kid has stupid soccer game or fell off a bike or . . . I really can't depend on those friends anymore. I've decided to dump them. I feel taken for granted and unappreciated. I do not feel like a valued friend. I've run out of understanding and patience and the ability to be flexible.

Why is it wrong to consult a psychic or use tarot cards? I know it's wrong, but why, why, why?

Troubling and Sad & Prayer to St. Dymphna

It is so troubling and sad that Mariam Carey was shot to death because she has a mental illness. Also troubling is the picture in my mind of bullets whizzing past her baby's head. Maybe the bullets weren't whizzing by the baby's head. But her little, little daughter was present. I know, one is not suppose to crash into federal barriers, or run over cops, or elude the police, and whatnot. 

I know the police don't have time to check medical records, etc. However, there's just no good way to look at true turn of events. There's no upside I can see. 

Learn more about mental illness and how you can help.

http://www.nami.org/

faithnet.nami.org/

I pulled the following off of the Internet somewhere.

Saint Dymphna

Lord, our God, you graciously chose St. Dymphna as patroness of those afflicted with mental and nervous disorders. She is thus an inspiration and a symbol of charity to the thousands who ask her intercession. 
Please grant, Lord, through the prayers of this pure youthful martyr, relief and consolation to all suffering such trials, and especially those for whom we pray. (Here mention those for whom you wish to pray). 
We beg you, Lord, to hear the prayers of St. Dymphna on our behalf. Grant all those for whom we pray patience in their sufferings and resignation to your divine will. Please fill them with hope, and grant them the relief and cure they so much desire. 
We ask this through Christ our Lord who suffered agony in the garden. Amen.

I May Be Looking Forward to Obamacare - Domestic Partner Insurance

I know I'm not suppose to be a fan of Obamacare, but I'm wondering if it'll be good for me.

-I have not held a full-time job with benefits for over five years.
- I have pre-existing conditions, one is very serious.
- I cannot afford private insurance.
-After my COBRA ended, I was able to join a state run pool for sick people who have been rejected by cold-hearted underwriters. I strongly dislike you, underwriters!
- I pay OVER $500 a month in insurance premiums to this program. It's not welfare.
- My insurance covers 80% of in network care.
- One of the CO-pays on my medication is $200.00 for a 90-day supply.
-  Once I had a somewhat healthy retirement fund. I have paid taxes on early distributions. I have paid penalties on early distributions.
-My credit rating is probably zero.
-The threat of an account going to "collections" is not a threat, just a fact of life.
-My car is 13 years old.
-Ironically, I am working in the collections area of Big Company as a temp. (I do paperwork, other people make those annoying calls)
-Sometimes I am just amazed that I have a roof over my head.
-My yearly deductible is $1,000.
-I know some of you may have just as horrible medical-financial situations or have it even worse.
-So when my State Insurance Pool tells me that Obamacare plans will be cheaper, and I'm suppose to get benefits that I'm not getting now, well, I just may be looking forward to Obamacare.


-I rather resent those who get insurance through domestic partner insurance. I don't have a spouse, I don't have a domestic partner. Maybe I should get one. Do you have to have sex with a domestic partner? What determines a domestic partner? Do you have a date for a certain amount of time before you qualify??? What if you break up and don't tell the company?

I'm trying to wrap up this post with something spiritually healthy, but my mind isn't going there right now.

Scripture Questions from my Fuzzy Mind

What's that story where a prophet with the letter E learned that God is in the quiet whisper and not in the roar of the storm or gusty wind?

Also, somewhere in the Old Testament some people were wandering around and then they followed a moving pillar of smoke or something. Where's that in the Bible? I was driving to work on the expressway and I saw smoke. I thought I would get closer to the smoke, but it kept moving forward. I thought of that Bible story. I think it was a car with a bad exhaust system.

A deacon I know said God doesn't give signs anymore because Jesus came. Huh? I wish I asked for more of an explanation.

Some Kind of Connection and a Few More Things

I know there has to be a connection to my money worries of yesterday and the readings at today's Mass. Some kind of connection, right? Then why can't I make that connection? Am I slow? Does anybody want to explain? My brain may have taken a vacation.

A seminarian spoke during the homily to talk about his journey thus far. Somewhere along the way, he met a woman and became engaged to be married. "Oh no," I thought, "Not another seminarian who broke another heart." It turned out the woman broke his heart. She was the one who called it off.

I had an achey neck, shoulder, and back, which I attribute to lack of ergonomics at the workplace. My dad and I went out for pizza, and the air conditioning in the restaurant seemed to blow directly on my achey spots making it worse. I asked my dad if he had a scarf with him, but of course he didn't.

Took nap on couch under warm blanket, and achey spots went away. Like magic. What is more delicious than a nap on a quiet weekend afternoon?

I have concluded that naps are wonderful.

It is now autumn.