The End Of The World?

Today, according to Harold Camping, the world is going to end, or, at least, according to his latest update, it’s the start of the ending that’s sure to come in October 2011.   There have been many predictions of the end of the world by many different people throughout history.  It’s sad to me that some people are actually believing and following these self-professed prophets, even after they’ve already shown themselves to be false when their prediction did not come true!

The Bible is very clear that nobody can know when the world will end.  Jesus Himself said that even He doesn’t know when He’ll return, and when it happens it will be a surprise, like a thief in the night. Don’t get me wrong, as a friend of Jesus, I will be happy to see Jesus come back to set everything right in this world, and start a whole new world where peace and love reign supreme. I just don’t think Harold Camping or anyone who claims to know when that time is are operating with all their marbles.  My friends, if Jesus Himself who is God says He doesn’t know, how can any mere man know?  It is that simple of a thought process to me.

This morning, as I awoke to a beautiful sunny morning and the sound of birds chirping in the distance, the song “The End Of The World” by Skeeter Davis (1962) popped into my head, with a few revisions of my own.  I have included the Youtube video of the original song, in case you don’t know it.   Hope you like my sense of humor. 🙂

The End Of The World 2  (or Ode to Harold Camping)

Why does the sun go on shining?
Why does the sea rush to shore?
Don’t they know it’s the end of the world
‘Cause Harold Camping is so sure?

Why do the birds go on singing?
Why do the stars glow above?
Don’t they know it’s the end of the world?
Aren’t Harold Camping’s words enough?

I wake up in the morning and no wonder;
Look, everything’s the same as it was.
I do understand, yes I do understand,
How life goes on the way it does.

Why does my heart go on beating?
Why do these eyes of mine cry?
‘Cause they know it’s not the end of the world
And Harold Camping’s told a lie.

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My Encounter with Super Nasty Squirrel

I actually wrote this adventurous tale back in 1999.  It’s one of those classic family tales that my husband will not let me forget, and I’m sure my children will be telling it to my grandchildren, so I’m posting it here for the enjoyment of those who have not had the pleasure to read it yet (I’m assuming you find my writing a pleasure to read, since you’re following me on my blog). 

**The cute photograph of a squirrel on this blog is the work of Bill Larison.**

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Squirrel by Bill Larison

We were about one week into our seven-week honeymoon camping itinerary, and had just arrived at Kings Canyon National Park in CA.  As I was setting the food out on the picnic table to prepare dinner, a squirrel wandered into our campsite.  Being an animal lover (my weakness is the fluffy furry ones), I played with the squirrel and took some pictures as it was roaming around our campsite.
All was fine until Paul left to get the firewood (to roast the marshmallows for the s’mores, of course).  That was when the cute fluffy squirrel turned into Super Nasty Squirrel.

As soon as Paul was out of sight, that squirrel hopped from the ground onto the picnic table and went straight for a package of Oreo Cookies.  At first I thought this was one of those Kodak Moments and started clicking away on my camera, when to my disbelief, that chubby-cheeked squirrel started dragging the package of Oreo Cookies away with its front paws!

Now, this was Double-Stuff Oreoes that we just bought from a store on the way to Kings Canyon that morning, and the next store on our itinerary was nearly 20 miles away.  There was NO WAY that I would give that squirrel our Oreoes!  So, I reached for the package and yanked it back, thinking this was all it would take to scare the squirrel away.

Well, that tiny squirrel had more muscles in its body than I thought.  It yanked back and nearly caused me to lose my balance!  I pulled again; and it pulled back again.  There we were, human and squirrel having a tug-of-war with a package of Oreo Cookies!

Then I had a brilliant idea. “I’ll just shake him off,” I thought.  So I started shaking the bag. But that squirrel hung on even tighter.  By now, I was holding the bag in mid air with the squirrel hanging on for dear life at the end of it.

“Just a little more shaking should do it,” I thought.  And so I started to spin around, in hope that the squirrel would get dizzy and let go.  Faster and faster I spun till I was the one getting dizzy, but that squirrel just would not let go.  Guess he thought Oreoes were special too.  He might have had a special sweetheart back in the woods or something.

Then, suddenly, while I was still spinning, the squirrel let go of the bag and ran quickly away.  As I was stumbling around trying to keep from falling, I saw Paul approaching the campsite.  So that’s what scared the squirrel away!  Of course, Paul didn’t see the squirrel and wondered what I was doing dancing with the Oreoes.  To this day, he still does not fully believe that there really was a squirrel.

That day, I learned that squirrels are a lot smarter than we give them credit for.  That Super Nasty Squirrel planned the heist from the beginning, playing his charm on me, waiting for the moment when “the big man” would leave, so he could steal from “the little woman.”   If Paul hadn’t come back when he did, I might have become exhausted from the struggle (or fainted from all that spinning), and that squirrel would have gotten away with the Oreoes!  Since that time, I don’t trust any squirrel and I watch my Oreoes VERY CLOSELY whenever I go camping.


You Must Be a Woman Over 40 to Relate To This One

mammography-machineLast week, I finally got around to getting my mammogram done again.  It’s been 3 years since my last mammogram, and it might have been longer too, if I hadn’t gotten sick with a sinus infection last month and gone in to see my doctor, who then promptly reminded me that I was overdue on my mammogram.   It’s no wonder I forgot.  Getting a mammogram is definitely not one of those things I look forward to, and my last experience didn’t help to make me want to do it again.

The last time I had a mammogram, I was told to come back for another mammogram in 6 weeks without any explanation (and yes, I asked, but all they said was “Don’t worry.”)    Those 6 weeks were the longest 6 weeks of my life as I wondered what could be wrong, and fearing the worst.   My aunt was diagnosed with breast cancer not long before that, so I couldn’t help but wonder if I had it too.   And to top it off, when I went in for the second scan, they had to do “additional views”  as well as an ultra sound.   The whole time, they never told me anything except the direction for where to go and what to do so they could get a good image.  Being a worrier with an active imagination, as I laid there on the table while they did the ultra-sound images of my breasts, I was already seeing myself on my deathbed, saying tearful good-byes to my children, violin music in the background and all.

It was a relief then, when after all the poking and squishing, I was told all was normal.  It turned out that they didn’t have sample images of a woman who had breastfed so many children, and they were having difficulties interpreting my breast tissues, so they had to create a whole new baseline for me with my own data, thus the two mammograms 6 weeks apart.   Thankfully there was no indication of any abnormal tissue growth.  I wish they had told me this from the beginning!  Why do the medical professionals seem to think we’re not capable of handling such information?  I do hope they can use my baseline for other women who had breastfed many children like me, so they won’t have to be subjected to two mammograms in 2 months, and go through the worries like I did.

I did some research online, and couldn’t find who actually designed the first mammogram machine, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it was a man who had an issue with women.  I can’t help but wonder if it is possible to find out the same information without subjecting our tender boobs to such squeezing and flattening.  All this squishing sure can’t be helping our already sagging boobs!  Can’t they come up with something like the scanner in Star Trek, where you don’t even have to get undressed? 

As much discomfort as this machine can give though, it also gives a lot of women a chance to survive cancer by early detection.  I am thinking of other women for whom the fear of breast cancer became a reality, like my aunt and one of my friends.   I am thankful that mammography technology has saved their lives.  And I am thankful that my mammogram report came back as negative, meaning that I don’t have any cancerous tissues.

Even though I don’t like having my boobies squeezed flat in that monstrous machine, when I think of my family and friends, I am more willing to go get my next mammogram.  I think it is worth it to go through some discomfort to ensure that I am around for them a bit longer, assuming, of course, that they do want me around!  LOL!   Well, even if they don’t, I think it will be fun to stick around and bug them, so I have written a reminder for myself to set up my next mammogram appointment in December of 2009.   Maybe by then, they’d come up with something like Star Trek.


O Benadryl, O Benadryl

Well, I’ve been sick for the past week or so, and sleeping like a baby (except for when I’m having a coughing fit).  My mind, especially when influenced by the variety of cold remedies, is often warped when I’m sick, and this “song” is the result.  Hope you appreciate the humor!

 

O Benadryl, O Benadryl (Sung to “O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree”)

 

O Benadryl, O Benadryl, how ditzy you have made me.

O Benadryl, O Benadryl, how ditzy you have made me.

You’re good at clearing up my nose, but where I’ve put my keys, who knows?

O Benadryl, O Benadryl, how ditzy you have made me.

 

O Benadryl, O Benadryl, how groggy you have made me.

O Benadryl, O Benadryl, how groggy you have made me.

The real time may be 10 AM, but to me it’s still 3 AM.

O Benadryl, O Benadryl, how groggy you have made me.

 

O Benadryl, O Benadryl, how drowsy you have made me.

O Benadryl, O Benadryl, how drowsy you have made me.

I have so much I need to do, but all I want to do is snooze.

O Benadryl, O Benadryl, how drowsy you have made me.

 

O Benadryl, O Benadryl, how drowsy you have made me!  (Sing this line while yawning and folding hands to sleep.)