tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92118642011-04-21T23:13:59.915-04:00Strengthen ye the weak hands, and confirm the feeble knees ~ Isaiah 35:3Feeble Kneeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01428674594953876260noreply@blogger.comBlogger2711100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9211864.post-1154220466936133662006-07-29T20:28:00.000-04:002006-07-29T20:47:46.953-04:00

Okay, so I'm a little behind, but I've been trying to catch up with a few neighbors in the blogosphere. Just spent some time over at Totem to Temple's blog and found myself nodding vigorously and yelling "Exactly!"The following posts in particular stuck out:I Have a Problem, Therefore You Must Also Have the Same ProblemThe Pathetic Realm - Charismatic MagiciansA Friend Sent This InEach echoes so

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A friend recently bubbled over in excitement, she couldn't wait to tell me about her new church. "It's really great, there's this great community, and they have child care, and they do all sorts of stuff, but they don't talk about God - you don't have to believe in a specific god or anything, so there's none of this dogma crap. It's great!" Church without God? Church without Jesus? Why bother!

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You may remember the infamous, ill-fated and short-lived vice presidential campaign of Admiral Stockdale, onetime presidential hopeful Ross Perot's running mate. Well lately as it pertains to this blog I find myself quoting the old Admiral. "Who am I and what am I doing here?"Since Bug was born (almost) ten months ago, I've certainly lost my focus, but even before he arrived on the scene my

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There are a good number of things I've been chomping to write about, but can't divulge without giving away too much identifying information. Unlike La Petite Anglaise, I don't have to worry about getting dooced from a job, but even that would be easier than dealing with certain family members if I blogged about them. So I will not write about the unexpected, albeit legitimate, pregnancy which

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My Exciting Tuesday, by Feeble KneesI woke up and took care of the baby! Then I went to the grocery store! Then I took care of the baby until he went to bed! Then ... (drumroll please!) I cleaned the tub! Hooray for me! The End!

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For kicks I thought I'd speed post a list of things that I've either neglected to do completely or have failed to do on a routine basis since Bug was born nine months ago. DustingWashing the kitchen floorVacuumingCleaning the tub (just threw out yet another mildewy shower curtain this morning. I've started buying several cheap ones at a time and treating them like disposables. Shameful, I know.)

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Oh the changes that have taken place in the past nine months. Me changes. Mr. F changes. Bug changes. Diaper changes.This is the new song Mr. F came up with for use during diaper changes. To the tune of David Bowie's "Changes" we sing: "Ch-Ch-Ch-Change Me! Turn and face the strange odorCh-Ch-Ch-Change Me! Oh look out this one's a stinker!"This is just one of the new hidden talents that have

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This thought-provoking but gentle-spirited post pretty much touches on where I'm at these days with the church.This particular part resonated deeply: God's people are supposed to be for the weak and broken yet many churches are run like goal driven corporations where only successes are celebrated and so you end up hiding your pain and failures and wonder after awhile "why bother."Jesus promises

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We were on vacation last week. Not that you'd know it!Here is a brief sampling of scenes from our first vacation as a three-member family:2:00 pm, Monday, first official weekday of vacation, 3rd day off in a row for Mr. F. We are exhausted, Bug is fussing to beat the band (still) and is making his usual list of demands. Mr. F turns to me and says: "I don't know how you do this all day, every day

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I was having a pretty good day until I saw this. I don't care how anyone spins it. This is beyond disgusting, beyond foul. I find it difficult to believe a sincere seeker and lover of Christ could think this is a good thing. Are you kidding me? So wrong on so many levels. I just can't even believe it. The words fleecing the flock come to mind. And wolves in sheeps' clothing. And tares among the

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Messy Christian is signing off and closing up shop. I don't remember exactly how it was I stumbled across Liz's blog. I may have been Googling something church-related and one of her posts showed up at the top of the results. I do remember that the name "Messy Christian" struck me as intriguing, so I had to go check it out. Imagine my surprise then to find someone, halfway around the world, who'd

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A short list of the things that surprise me the most about my life as a mom at the moment.We're still nursing. Seems like eons ago I was throwing myself extravagant pity parties and thinking about how I couldn't wait to wean. Ha. I've since learned that nothing else soothes Bug off to sleep like a little "mumma time", especially when he's teething. Now I'm wondering how on earth I could ever give

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So I had a few precious minutes to peruse some mommy blogs, and what to my wondering eyes did appear, but a link to this blog listed under Blogs in Focus This Week over at Actual Unretouched Photo. Ack! I feel like I've been caught at home by Ed McMahon and the Publisher's Clearing House Sweepstakes Prize Patrol with unbrushed teeth, bed-head and a leaky nursing bra.Hi Mel. Hi folks from Mel's.

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Now that Bug's a big eight month old guy he's continually finding new ways to amuse himself. This is good news for me in a way, since I can now accomplish a couple of necessary things while he's otherwise occupied, like empty the trash or sweep the floor. Sometimes the thing I'm trying to do becomes his primary source of entertainment. The other day he had a marvelous time sitting in his walker

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In case you were wonderingHere they are, in no particular order:Hard to type with one hand.Hard to type with one hand on keyboard, one hand holding squirmy baby on lap.Hard to type with one hand on keyboard, one hand holding squirmy baby on lap while said squirmy baby keeps lunging at desk to grab a sticky note Mr. F wrote six months ago that says: "Have a good day today".Can't nurse and type at

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I hate to do this, but I might have to nuke all my old comments so I can ditch Haloscan. At some point when I was living in some other dimension where babies never sleep and cry without ceasing, Haloscan pulled a dirty switcheroo on me and started inserting advertisments/links inside the comment and trackback windows. No Fair!When I first noticed it, I was supremely irritated but had no time or

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I'm back... I think. Just discovered that my blog was experiencing a bit of a whiteout during the last twenty four hours or so. I think it was the result of a network or server hiccup while my last post was uploading (?) Hard to say. Ironically enough, that's probably the most interesting thing that's happened at this URL in a while :)

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To quote a popular song from the 80's: "You may ask yourself, well, how did I get here?"Bug is eight months old. For the past six weeks or so he's been on an actual, bona fide schedule, which still strikes me as a minor miracle. He has one tooth and another one about to come to the surface. He sits up pretty well on his own, though he still needs a pillow or something behind him for those few

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Two things I find absolutely incomprehensible: another horrific disaster in Indonesia, and this. I used to be a news junkie, before my little Bug was born. In the last seven (almost eight) months It's been hard just getting a free moment to read news headlines, much less actually read top stories. But beyond that I've found that emotionally it's a lot harder for me to read some of the horrible

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Our street is surrounded by a brook and marshes and yet somehow we didn't get flooded out. Amazing when you consider how close we are to the Merrimack, and how bad some people not too far from us have it. My intrepid sidekick Bug and I ventured out this morning to see what we could see. To be honest, I think we're both stir crazy. I wouldn't otherwise venture out into the rain for no particular

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You'll be seeing my neck of the woods on TV a lot in the next few days. The worst flooding New England has seen in seventy years is just starting to happen, with reports that it's going to get a whole lot worse soon.Thankfully we are still high and dry, so far. We have a brook out back that is starting to creep into our yard, but it's nothing compared to what some of our neighbors are dealing

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What's the old saw? "Bad things happen in threes?" Or maybe it's supposed to be "good things happen in three?" I dunno. We've been walloped by a few of Bug's not-so-hot firsts in this order:First ColdFirst ToothFirst Ear InfectionThis all started several weeks ago and culminated in the Baby Perfect Storm this week. First he got the cold, presumably from the three-year-old child of a friend who

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So I didn't go. Not to the funeral, not to the wake. I am scum.So apparently time does not heal all wounds. Not the ones you keep picking at. Not the ones you wear like a medal. Not the ones you refuse to let heal. Time can't do a blessed thing with those.Truth is I was afraid to go. After all this time, who knows whether or not I would just be bringing more conflict in an already terrible

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That which I greatly feared has come to pass. Z introduced herself quite strangely to me one night after Bible Study as I chatted with a few other church members. I was still relatively new; though I'd been attending for more than a year, I still hadn't managed to crack the social circle of the so-called "pillars of the church". Though I did my best to show up every time the doors were open, I

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Just like today, it was bright and sunny and warm six months ago on September thirtieth. I couldn't feel the breeze or the warmth of the sun but I could see sun-dappled leaves swaying gently outside the window of the labor room as I waited and waited for Bug to be born. Oh what a difference six months make. On October 1st, 2005 I could barely look ahead to the end of our first week. By four weeks

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It's 9:00 pm. Do I know where my life is? Bug is sleeping. Mr. F is out meeting an old college buddy. We scarfed down leftovers for dinner (chicken curry burrito wraps - sounds creative, but really it's just cuisine born of laziness), There are no dishes to clean up. It's dark. It's completely quiet. For the first time in I'm not sure how long I have real quiet time to myself. I am completely

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The good news is, my rheumatoid factor tests were both negative. The bad news is, that doesn't necessarily mean I don't have rheumatoid arthritis. The bad news is, I definitely do have inflammatory arthritis in several (many) joints. The good news is, it might not be RA. The good news is that I may just spontaneously get well and stay well. The bad news is that the inflammation and pain could

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Someone has woken up only once during the night four nights out of the last seven. I won't say who, in case he catches wind of this and decides to revert to five wakings a night. Life is getting easier. I'm getting more sleep now than I have in about nine months or more. In the morning I'm started by my clearheadedness, like a blind person receiving sight for the first time. Is this what it used

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Last week Mr. F stayed home with Bug and I drove into Boston to see a rheumatologist at Brigham & Womens hospital. Now we're just waiting for some results...I have synovitis, which is another way to say inflammatory arthritis, in my hands, feet, hip and possibly other places as well. The good news is that it's not Lupus. The hopeful news is that it could possibly be a temporary symptom of a

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I was starting to think for a while there that I was a big doughy mess and so out of shape that it was no wonder motherhood was kicking my soft and saggy posterior. Now I'm not so sure. I started to realize a couple weeks ago that what I'm experiencing physically goes a little beyond the average post-partum tiredness. It didn't seem normal to have pain shoot through the arches of my feet when I

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I'm not sure if Bug is high-need or not, nor am I sure that I buy into Dr. Sears' theory of high-need babies. Though it is a very tempting line of thinking....I'm too tired and spaced to provide the hyperlink here, but if you Google "Dr. Sears" and "high need baby" you'll probably come across Sears' site and the page in question. I'm not 100% into the whole attachment parenting thing (I'm still

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This ain't no cautious optimism. Former Federal Reserve Chief Alan Greenspan (happy trails to him!) coined this curious phrase to describe the forces that were driving up stock prices in the 90's. Today I use it to describe my state of mind upon getting Bug to go down for a nap - uncontested - for the second day in a row. Yesterday Bug napped from 9:45 to twelve noon. NOON! I had to keep checking

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We may have finally discovered the root of Bug's problem. Yesterday was a day to remember. For the Nth consecutive night, Bug woke up every two hours crying. Down at seven thirty, up at nine-thirty. Down at ten-thirty, up at twelve-thirty, etc. etc. ad infinitum. Every once in a while, just to keep me on my toes, he'd start tossing and turning an hour or less after I put him down and crawled back

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You are cordially invited to a pity party. Yours truly is both host and guest of honor.My mother always said that it's ok to throw oneself a pity party, so long as you admit that's what you're doing. Well, that's what I'm doing these days, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I'm throwing an indulgent little bash for my woeful little self. Seeing as misery truly does enjoy company, I'm contemplating

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Can I even really remember what life was like before Bug? It's been over a year now since Bug came into being. We had decided it was time to try to have a family. We had no idea how long it might take, or whether or not we'd be able to. Since we were married, we've made many choices and decisions with an eye towards having kids someday. We never really entertained the idea that wouldn't be able

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Friday. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.Not long after my last post last Friday, my mother and father arrived on the scene to take control of the situation and order me to bed. This is what happens when grandparents live less than ten minutes away from their grandchildren. Being as wasted as I was from sleep deprivation, I was really glad to see them come up the walk. Until I

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Losing it!He was fantastic yesterday. After pulling off a wonderful, just-in-time sleep-through-the-night trick, my boy was an absolute gem all day. He smiled, he laughed, he napped. Things were going so great I didn't even mind it when he spit up all down my back and then peed on my front. Hey, what's a little liquid between friends, right? I didn't realize it was a portent of things to come.

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At two a.m. my eyes flew open. Silence. I resisted the urge to go check on Bug. That lasted about twenty minutes. By the glow of the night light I could see him sleeping peacefully, his little chest rising and falling so slightly with each breath. The little fidgety hands were relaxed and still. Still asleep. Hunh. I tip-toed back to bed, hardly daring to breathe for fear of waking him up. I

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I must be a total wimp. Motherhood is kicking my butt. I don't know how they did it, back in the day, when there was no electricity, which means there were no dishwashers or clothes dryers or over-the-stove fans that make lots of loud white noise that puts babies like mine to sleep when they're screaming. I don't know how they did it when there were no little wind-up musical mobiles to distract

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For now. I am sitting here drinking a cup of coffee - a hot cup of coffee! - and enjoying a few minutes of peace. Bug is sleeping. From the little monitor on my desk I can hear the occasional coo or sigh as he drifts in and out of dreamland. Sometimes he snores, but mostly there are long stretches of quiet. This early morning nap is becoming my favorite part of the day, especially as he's decided

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Every story of a parent losing a child cuts me to the quick now. It always upset me, and I always mourned for that person before. But now it makes me lose my breath for a moment or two, seizes my heart. I can't explain it. So all the more so I am so sad to read about the death of NFL Coach Tony Dungy's son James, which appears to have been a suicicide. Suicide. To raise a child through all those

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Who am I? What day is it? I have a blog??OK, so it was never my intention to neglect this blog so badly. It was also never my intention to not keep a journal of my son's first days, weeks and months. You know what they say about best intentions. Bug will be exactly twelve weeks old tomorrow. I am astounded that twelve weeks seem to have passed when I was busy changing a diaper. At least that's

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Do you know how long it takes to do things?It used to take me five minutes to make a cup of tea, counting the steeping time. Now it takes twenty.It used to take a half hour to shower, get dressed, put on make up. Now it takes all day, if it happens at all, and usually that's because I decide to forgo some or all of that routine. For example, I'll shower and put on make up, but never end up

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Five minutes is hard to come by these days. I better type fast. Bug is eight weeks old. He is smiling at us now, not just those gassy smiles, but real certifiable happy smiles. In What to Expect the First Year (I think that's the title, forgive me if I mangled it, I've only got five minutes) one of the developmental signs they say baby may be able to do by the end of the 2nd month is "squeal in

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Seems as if Bug's right on time with that six week growth spurt thing. Whereas before he was rather casual about when he ate, now he's as demanding and unyielding as a boot camp drill sergeant. I don't know but it's been said, a hungry Bug just must be fed!"The last twenty four hours have been pretty surreal. Bug's wanting to eat every two hours. That means if he starts at 1, finishes at 2 (what

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Good news, I think I might have found something that might make it possible for me to post again on a semi-regular basis. I've got Bug's butt in a sling! A friend stopped by today to drop off her old baby sling. I'd been commiserating with her about how Bug is so very cuddly, which in itself is very wonderful, but not real conducive to getting anything done. This child would be happy being held

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My brain has the habit of generating a background soundtrack to my life. Words, phrases, situations, and certain people seem to cue certain songs to loop through the back of my mind until they gradually make themselves heard in the forefront of my consciousness and I become aware of them. I'm a little nervous about the collection of songs going round in the jukebox of my mind the last few days.

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I've been staring at this empty box not wanting to even write the words. Senior Kitty is gone. I wrote about him here many months ago, when we first realized he was sick and nearing the end. He defied everyone's predictions and continued to soldier on and live a good life lo these many months. But this morning it became clear when yet another part of his body failed him that it was time to let

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Bug is sleeping, well, almost sleeping. Hoping I have a few minutes to post while he dozes...On the day we were discharged from the hospital, my obstetrician told me to "prepare to go into survival mode for the next four weeks". Well it's been about four weeks. He was right. I think I'm only just now starting to come out of the fog. Bug's doing great, he is a wonderful little guy and has been

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I'm watching and waiting to see if there's any more word from Samia over at Redneck's Wife. Her baby is now full term, Samia is has started to dilate, and it could be any day now.Samia first posted about her pregnancy not too long after I announced mine, so it's been fun following her blog and sharing bits and pieces about our pregnancies. Samia's been on my mind the last few days (I vaguely

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A ten minute random stream of consciousness from the mind of Feeble. (Forgive the typos! I'll try to fix them later...)Breastfeedng is a lot harder than I thought it would be, and I'm (sadly) not enjoying it very much. Feeling disappointed in myself, because I'd taken all the classes, read all the books, etc. but still feel like I'm failing. Learning new things usually comes easy to me, but it

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I'm running out of things to say regarding the disasters that seem to be happening with increasing frequency around the world. Is this the beginning of sorrows that we've been warned about? It would seem so. I don't even know anymore what eschatology I espouse, but I do believe that human suffering and tragedy appears to be intensifying around the world. Some would argue that it's always been

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Has it been a week already? A week ago at this time I had already spent a night in the hospital on bed rest hoping that the application of Cervidil would speed things along and possibly get labor started. At 7:30 in the morning last Friday they started me on an IV drip with Pitocin, a labor-inducing hormone. It wasn't so bad then. The worst part was being hooked up to both the IV and fetal

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Some other women I know think I'm a little strange for being a bit of a sports nut. It's true I am a bit of a fanatic, and I do enjoy watching games and following my teams. But it's as much for the human element as anything else. I told Mr. F once that if anyone says they love Shakespeare, but can't be bothered with sports, then that person is a fraud. Shakespeare would have loved a good football

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The notice came yesterday. Baby F only has a few more days left to voluntarily vacate the premises, else he will be evicted...Because I have gestational diabetes, the decision has been made to induce labor (if it does not start naturally on its own) by the end of next week. There's still a fairly good chance things could get rolling on their own in the next few days, and it wouldn't surprise me.

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When Little kitty and I lived alone, before Mr. F came into our lives, I got into the habit of talking out loud to him quite a bit. (If you live alone, and you're a pet owner, this seems completely normal to you. Others may view it differently.) When I was particularly nice to him or had given him a treat or special toy, I'd ask him half jokingly, half seriously if I was fulfilling Proverbs 12:10

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This is week 37. We are officially "Full Term", which means, medically speaking, that Baby F could be born any time now. And so the waiting begins...I'm not great at waiting usually, but in this case I'm not in any particular rush. There are still a few to-do items I'd like to accomplish, including a woefully long-overdue project I've been working on for a family member. Still, I've been

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According to this latest Quizilla quiz:You are Ephesians. HT: Jeff the Baptist

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There's a spot on my desk where a kitty should be. He should be butting my hands with his nose, causing me to type gibberish in a not-so-subtle demand to be petted. He should be trying to lay down on my forearm in an attempt to make me stop working. He should be here. But he's gone, and I miss him so much.I feel almost ashamed to admit that personally it's been a horrible week for me. Given all

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Liz at Messy Christian is wondering how it happened that things got so bad in New Orleans. Was it bad governance or human nature, she asks.Thinking on her post reminded me of something I read recently in this post in Iraq War correspondent/observer Michael Yon's blog. Mr. Yon was writing about how even in war the unexpected can happen. The quote that struck me from Mr. Yon's blog was this:But

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Offers of help and condolences are coming in, now that the true scope of this thing has become apparent. Some of the most touching offers are coming from countries like Sri Lanka and the Dominican Republic, who themselves can probably ill afford to provide financial help, but are offering anyway because they know what it's like to face such complete devastation. I'm trying not to think about the

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The U.S. Government has declared 90,000 square miles affected by Hurricane Katrina a federal disaster area. How big is 90,000 square miles? For a little perspective:England is roughly 93,000 square miles. Italy is 116,000 square miles. Germany is 138,000 square miles.The total area of our 12th largest state, Minnesota, is 86,943 square miles. The total area of our 11th largest state, Michigan, is

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Stories are coming of women whose babies are being evacuated from neonatal intensive care units in New Orleans. One woman reportedly clutched a photo of her two day old infant, because it's all she has - her baby was med-flighted out to an unknown destination. She doesn't know where her baby is. Another woman begged someone who was able to board one of the buses heading out of New Orleans to take

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After the Asian Tsunami, Amazon.com replaced their entire home page with a page devoted to the Red Cross relief effort. I'm kind of depressed to see they're not doing that now. Granted they did put a small Red Cross link in the upper right corner of their home page. It just doesn't seem on a par with their efforts back in December and January, and that's too bad. Just got some welcome spam from

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More from CNN. People are dying in the streets. Thousands of people pleading for rescue, for food, for water.Louisiana state officials are now estimating that there are thousands dead. The problem is that the destruction is so massive and widespread, and the situation on the ground is so desperate and now violent, there doesn't seem to be a way to calculate the loss of human life. Bodies are

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CNN is reporting that Waveland Mississippi, a town of 7,000 people has been literally wiped off the map. What would you do? Where would you go?

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A list of aid agencies participating in the hurricane relief is up at the Hurricane Katrina wiki. We plan to make several donations to the American Red Cross over the coming weeks and months. If you can't give as much as you'd like to now, consider giving what you can, when you can. Even ten or fifteen dollars could buy diapers or infant formula, bottled water, food...

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Pleas for help, offers of housing, jobs at NOLA.com. If you have spare housing or are an employer seeking workers in the Gulf Coast area, please prayerfully consider offering what you can...

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Yesterday morning I turned on the radio for the latest news and heard two things that made me want to dig a hole and jump in it. I heard that emergency personnel and police in New Orleans are being shot at and mugged by looters. Then I heard that close to one thousand people were killed in a stampede in Baghdad, many of them women and children. Today the world is very lucky that God is God, and

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I guess I wasn't alone in my thinking...Bob over at CrosSwords was asking the same sorts of questions a few days ahead of me. Bob and other bloggers from the US and around the world are participating in today's Blog For Relief event being hosted by The Truth Laid Bear. Glenn Reynolds, Hugh Hewitt, Michelle Malkin and others are leading the charge on Katrina blogging... please visit them if you

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I'm sorry for this post. But I'm getting a little upset. As shocking as the images and stories are coming out of the gulf coast, the thing that's really getting me is how little the world seems to care. Is it just me? Am I overreacting? Or is there a complete lack of care or concern coming in from the rest of the world - even from other parts of America. Where are the celebrities pledging to

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It may be days and weeks before the full impact of Hurricane Katrina is fully realized. My thoughts and prayers are with the poor folks who've lost loved ones, homes, pets, livelihoods...I'm reminded of Zora Neal Hurston's fictitionalized account of the hurricane that caused lake Okechobee to overrun and flood the Florida Everglades in her novel Their Eyes Were Watching God: They stepped out in

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Can't seem to tear myself away from the news coverage of Hurricane Katrina. It seems like the unthinkable is about to happen before our eyes. When all is said and done, will there still be a city of New Orleans on the face of the earth? To listen to the news reports, one might think not.An old friend of mine lived there in of the middle of N'awlins for several years. I've lost touch with her in

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So they managed to pull it off, my friends and family caught me off guard even though I was expecting a baby shower any minute. I have to confess I was getting a little panicky as time passed, because the days are flying and here we were without so much as a single diaper on hand. I had to resist the temptation to go out and start getting stuff myself, knowing that there was a shower in the works

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It's getting to be decision time regarding our kitty, the best kitty ever. We've been doing everything we can to keep him going despite the kidney failure and to give him quality of life. He gets extra fluids subcutaneously a couple times a week, which basically involves hooking him up to an IV bag and plumping him up with sterile fluids under the skin. He tolerates the whole thing with great

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Well, it's officially official that one way or another, I will definitely have a baby on or before October 3rd.At our last OB visit the doc told us that I will not be allowed to go past my due date. So there it is. In one way I really like knowing that there won't be any guessing or prolonged waiting. I don't know why I find that comforting and reassuring, but I do, for some strange reason. After

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Just recently I realized that a good number of the links in my blogroll had changed, and it took another week or so before I finally got around to updating them...I think I've updated everyone by now, but if you're listed on the roll but your link is invalid, please send your new blog address to me at feebleknees at mac dot com. I promise to update it asap, now that I have finally managed to

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Read this. It's long, in seven parts. Make some time. Read it. Please. HT: The Bloke...In The Outer

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Or should I call it "Laughing on the Way to the Gallows"?I've been lurking over at Chez Miscarriage since right before her brand new baby son was born. I've never laughed so hard while at the same time groaning at the realization that this too will be my life in about 8 (give or take a few) rapidly fleeting weeks. Caution: Do NOT read her posts while consuming beverages of any kind unless you

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Haven't been much inspired to write (or think) that much in the last few days. My disposition has generally been quiet, solemn, still -- reminiscent of an Emily Dickinson poem that has been floating in the periphery of my waking thoughts since Wednesday. Figured I'd share it here, and let it speak for itself, and me.After great pain, a formal feeling comes --The Nerves sit ceremonious, like

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The subject of the email was "Sad news". A friend of many years wrote me this email this morning. She and her husband are devoted, dedicated parents of a special needs child, their only child. Together they fought to help her overcome incredible odds and obstacles when the doctors said she wouldn't live past age seven. With their love and constant care she has thrived. She is ten now and doing

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It struck me yesterday morning how much differently my perspective on the whole diabetes situation could have been if I was still in my old church. I can almost picture it now. I would naturally mention my results to my friend, (that is, if we were still speaking). She would have taken the initiative to drag me up to the altar the very next Sunday to be anointed with oil and prayed over by the

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It's been about a week now, and I think I'm getting the hang of this. I check my blood glucose seven times a day, once first thing in the morning, then two hours after I eat, every time I eat. I've been given a diet plan that includes eating three small meals and three snacks a day, so I have to check my blood six additional times during the day. So my day is compartmentalized into these two hour

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Outside of my old church, I think I'm the only person I know who has never so much as laid a fingertip on any of the Harry Potter books. Haven't seen the movie(s?) either. With the release of each new title I find myself wondering again: Do I avoid them because I believe they are evil?Do I avoid them because my old church believed they were evil?Do I avoid them because I really just don't care

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Boy am I glad it's today. Yesterday may have marked a new personal low point for me with this pregnancy. I thought I was doing a very good job keeping a stiff upper lip and maintaining a positive outlook despite the word that came early yesterday morning that I do in fact have gestational diabetes. "Thank the Lord we found out!" I said. "This is probably a very good thing for both Mr. F and I to

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Totem to Temple has a regular feature on his blog where he nominates an "anti-Christ of the week" at the end of each week. If I could, I'd recommend this guy for consideration.How do you even begin to understand how rotten a guy has to be to do something like this?? I'm speechless. This is one mean and warped individual.

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Michelle Malkin comes to the defense of my capital city by taking Sen. Rick Santorum to task for his ridiculous and ill-formed judgments regarding the origins of the priest sex abuse scandal. Thank you Michelle. It's Santorum's kind of logic that blames a rape on the victim's clothing and ignores the fact that the rapist was the one who committed the vicious criminal act. It is irresponsible and

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So my blood glucose levels were marginally high - 139 to be exact. Whoopie-ding, now I have to go for the three hour test. Bah. As the nurse was explaining the test procedure to me, I asked politely if I could have a valium with my glucose drink this time. She misunderstood my meaning and thought I was worried about the results. "Oh I'm not worried about the results," I said. "I'm worried that if

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I learned something somewhat important today. Apparently I am juuuuuust a bit sensitive to large amounts of glucose, as in within 15 minutes of consuming ten ounces of the icky bright orange stuff for my glucose screening test, I was ready to rip the face off of anyone who looked askance at me.It was startling how fast my mood changed. It seemed to change mere minutes after I finished chugging

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(Otherwise known as the obligatory belly button lint post.)Elsewhere there is a continuing debate about blog aggregators and whether or not it is right and proper to aggregate blogs without the blogger's knowledge or consent. I believe that is the crux of the matter, but I'm not really following it. I'm contemplating my navel instead. Well I am 28 weeks pregnant (that's seven months, yow) after

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The report is in, the news is good. It doesn't look like cancer.Yesterday I wrote about waiting for my Dad's CAT scan results. Preliminary results look good, they don't think it's anything to be too concerned about, but they're going to refer him to a second pulmonologist for a 2nd opinion, just to be sure. I like doctors who voluntarily do things like that. In six months he'll go for another

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I know that I can't take credit for this, or kid myself into thinking that I've grown or matured. Tomorrow my father will find out whether or not a nodule in his lung looks cancerous or not, and I'm not worried.When my mom first told me he was going for the chest X-ray, I knew they'd find something. I knew it like I know my name. Can't explain why, I just did. Is it God's way of going before me

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Seeing as blogs (well, this blog in particular) is silent, it makes little sense to pause for a moment of silence per se. Instead how about a moment of reflection to remember those who lost their lives this week in London and their loved ones. Grace be to you and peace from God our Father, and from the Lord Jesus Christ. Blessed be God, even the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of

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We're absolutely horrified and devastated to hear the news coming out of London this morning. Our dear friends and staunch allies, our thoughts and prayers are with you. Unlike the disoriented shock that followed 9/11, my immediate reaction to this morning's news was cold fury. We must find the persons responsible and utterly crush them.They will be defeated, and by all means available. They have

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Props to Steve Jobs. He may be a lot of things, and I've read and heard that he can be a real jerk to his employees and business partners. But for this he deserves some credit. It was a real decent thing for him to do.Steve Jobs Offers Condolences to Family of iPod Stabbing Victim

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Before I start on this rant I'm about to go off on, it is only fair that I disclose that for years I made my living working in high technology companies - usually software companies. The software was and still is my bread and butter, it's what puts a roof over my head. We're admittedly geeky people, Mr. F and I, and we love nifty gadgets or cool new technological innovations just as much (if not

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And you can too. Support the MIT Blog surveyHow can I resist supporting my hometown geeks? The survey only takes a couple minutes. Click the icon above to participate. Make a geek's day!

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Anyone who's made a decision to follow Christ can tell their own story about what it was like to be a "baby Christian". The days and weeks immediately following "conversion" or "rebirth" are marked by great joy, a sense of wonder, and tremendous zeal to tell others about what has just happened in one's life. In many ways it truly is akin to becoming sighted for the first time after a lifetime of

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blog•sti•pation (blŏg'stə-pā'shən) n. Difficult, incomplete, or infrequent evacuation of thoughts from the mind to the blog. Obstruction; stultification.OK, I've been suffering from a severe, chronic case of blogstipation lately. It isn't that I don't have anything to write about, it's that I've had TOO MUCH to write about, as in too many different and varied issues weighing on my mind. Too much

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Foxgloves A look at what's come into bloom this week. God bless, Feeble Rose "Peace"

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