Frog #1 & #2 are sitting in a pot.
Frog #1: Is it getting hot in here?
Frog #2: What are you talking about?
Frog #1: The water...does it feel warmer to you?
Frog #2: I haven't noticed anything. Why do you ask?
Frog #1: Because I think that I see little bubbles...is this water starting to boil?
Frog #2: You really don't make any sense. Now be quiet, you paranoid idiot, and put the lid back on.
So, with that being said, I'll take a chance at alienating my *large* fan base and state what I really believe. SOCIALISM, A ONE WORLD GOVERNMENT, THE RAPTURE AND SEVEN YEARS OF TRIBULATION ARE COMING VERY VERY SOON.
There. Now you will never be able to say that I didn't warn you. I am looking forward to Heaven, anytime the Lord wants to take me, and I don't even care if you all think I'm crazy. I guess we'll just see who was right on the other side, won't we?
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Friday, February 13, 2009
Life Preserver
This is going to be a very short posting about how I have felt this past week. The best way for me to sum it up is that I have felt like a life preserver (and if I was a little rounder, I might look like one too :)). I think it is ironic that I could feel more like a life preserver now than I ever did in the ER, where it was our job to save everyone, and especially more so in hospice where we aren't saving ANYONE. There are truly no words to describe how it feels to walk into a home, or speak with someone thousands of miles away on the phone, and know that the reason they are able to continue caring for their loved one is because of the support you provide them. I have never experienced such gratitude and appreciation for my efforts as a nurse, and I have to say that I have also never loved a job the way that I love this one. If you are a nurse who is tired of the over-worked, under-appreciated, adrenaline-addict healthcare venue you are in, and want to pour yourself into the care of your patients, then I would seriously consider hospice work. I know it's not for everyone, but I believe that the Lord put me in this position because it lets the real me blossom and grow, and there are plenty of compassionate and kind-hearted nurses who may never get to exercise their full potential because they will stay in their comfort zones. Just my two cents.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Looking back
I occasionally look back on my life from time to time, and I see a mix of moments that make my heart swell with pride at my accomplishments, and moments that make me wish I had done things completely different. I believe that anyone who says they can reflect on their life and not have ANY regrets is a liar, for there is not one of us who is perfect and has not done or said something (or has failed to do or say something) that they wish could have been different.
That being said, I think that responsibility is a lost art. As I sit in my modest rental home, I become all the more nauseated as I read and watch stories about all of the people in this nation standing around with outstretched hands to our newly elected government, asking for "bailout money" from an "economic stimulus package" invented to save this nation from sure economic collapse. Why is this even being considered?
When did the hard-working Americans who ran this country for centuries breed lazy, irresponsible, needy, immature pseudo-adults who make poor choices and then expect everyone else to save them? In my limited 27 years on this planet, I have seen the moral decline of society and wonder how our grandparents and great-grandparents must feel to know that their values have fallen by the wayside, overthrown by a self-serving attitude that is outshined only by the voice of entitlement shouted across the nation.
I will be the first to admit that many of my choices in life were, in hindsight, not the best ones to have made. But I can say that for the majority of those choices, there was a lesson permanently learned, and that I have never made those mistakes again. I also thank my father for teaching me to learn from others' mistakes, so as to not make them myself. Hence why I do not own a home, nor have ever had a mortgage, or paid for a loan on more than one vehicle, or gambled in the stock market, or dabbled in drugs, or thrown my money around like I hadn't a care in the world.
So why is it, then, that I stand to benefit none from this proposed "bailout package"? Why do those Americans who made poor choices in investing, or in buying a home when they couldn't afford it, get on the list to receive a benefit from a bad decision? When do those of us, few as we are, who have not taken from the public or leeched off of our neighbors get a reward for good behavior? Never, it appears. I could have applied for Medicaid, or welfare, or an ARM at any point in my young adult life. But I didn't, because it is just not my nature to take from the system if there is some other way, ANY other way, for me to survive.
Don't get me wrong, I would love to own my own home. A 2500 square foot log home way up in the mountains, away from everyone, to be exact. But I know that realistically, without extending my family beyond their means, that is not going to happen, at least not at this point in life. I guess that instant gratification-type mentality has permeated this society to a point of no return. And just for the record, I hope this bailout package passes, and the economy still eats the big one. I get excited when I see the stock market dropping, because a large part of me wishes this nation would finally be smacked upside their entitled heads and realize that this is a mistake that cannot be covered up by throwing more worthless money at it.
So I'll just continue to plod along, working my rote little job, driving my economical little car, living in my modest rented home while the world crumbles around me. I know the time will come, sooner than you think, when all of those Hummer-driving, mortgage-owing, stock market-watching nail biters will come to us responsible citizens and ask how it is we are able to live on one income and haven't lost our homes. The sad part is, they'll be standing there with their hand out while they do it.
That being said, I think that responsibility is a lost art. As I sit in my modest rental home, I become all the more nauseated as I read and watch stories about all of the people in this nation standing around with outstretched hands to our newly elected government, asking for "bailout money" from an "economic stimulus package" invented to save this nation from sure economic collapse. Why is this even being considered?
When did the hard-working Americans who ran this country for centuries breed lazy, irresponsible, needy, immature pseudo-adults who make poor choices and then expect everyone else to save them? In my limited 27 years on this planet, I have seen the moral decline of society and wonder how our grandparents and great-grandparents must feel to know that their values have fallen by the wayside, overthrown by a self-serving attitude that is outshined only by the voice of entitlement shouted across the nation.
I will be the first to admit that many of my choices in life were, in hindsight, not the best ones to have made. But I can say that for the majority of those choices, there was a lesson permanently learned, and that I have never made those mistakes again. I also thank my father for teaching me to learn from others' mistakes, so as to not make them myself. Hence why I do not own a home, nor have ever had a mortgage, or paid for a loan on more than one vehicle, or gambled in the stock market, or dabbled in drugs, or thrown my money around like I hadn't a care in the world.
So why is it, then, that I stand to benefit none from this proposed "bailout package"? Why do those Americans who made poor choices in investing, or in buying a home when they couldn't afford it, get on the list to receive a benefit from a bad decision? When do those of us, few as we are, who have not taken from the public or leeched off of our neighbors get a reward for good behavior? Never, it appears. I could have applied for Medicaid, or welfare, or an ARM at any point in my young adult life. But I didn't, because it is just not my nature to take from the system if there is some other way, ANY other way, for me to survive.
Don't get me wrong, I would love to own my own home. A 2500 square foot log home way up in the mountains, away from everyone, to be exact. But I know that realistically, without extending my family beyond their means, that is not going to happen, at least not at this point in life. I guess that instant gratification-type mentality has permeated this society to a point of no return. And just for the record, I hope this bailout package passes, and the economy still eats the big one. I get excited when I see the stock market dropping, because a large part of me wishes this nation would finally be smacked upside their entitled heads and realize that this is a mistake that cannot be covered up by throwing more worthless money at it.
So I'll just continue to plod along, working my rote little job, driving my economical little car, living in my modest rented home while the world crumbles around me. I know the time will come, sooner than you think, when all of those Hummer-driving, mortgage-owing, stock market-watching nail biters will come to us responsible citizens and ask how it is we are able to live on one income and haven't lost our homes. The sad part is, they'll be standing there with their hand out while they do it.
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