I'm joining in (for the first time) with another popular blog link - Shay's Things I Know.
|Samsung Galaxy S2 Android|
So this is my new phone. I've actually had it for a few weeks now. Joel bought it for me as it's got the easiest (read:largest) screen for me to read, and best keypad for me to see, better than his iPhone. But it's taken me a few weeks to get into it and look at Aps (or for that matter, transfer any numbers into it).
I know there are apps for EVERYthing you can think of! My mind is blown. Where have I been all of this time, while the world has been in smart-phone mode?
Some wierd and wonderful ones I discovered today:
|source - they tell me it could help with my pain? I'm a nerdy girl who hasn't smoked so much as a cigarette my entire life, so what would I know?|
|I have got to send this to Joel! Talk about a whiner if a mosquito comes near him!|
Easy Tie Pro
I confess. I think it's a little bit sad that we've stopped passing this down from father to son. Joel learned from his Dad and is teaching Alexander. My Dad taught my brother.
Sex Position of the day. Actually, there appear to be a LOT of these! I'm not even sure what to say about this. What if you lent your Dad your phone,lol? Does he need the reminder too? And how would I explain it to Alexander when all the poor kid was looking for was Angry Birds?
Which leads me to an even scarier one!
I would like it noted for the record that I did not download this one. :) Go to the site though. It's all kinds of TMI.
Interactive Rosary and Mediation Helpers. Because now we need modern technology to find our inner peace!
Other Things I Know:
I just lost more than half of this post and now I'm too annoyed to go back and try to remember it. So I'll stick with what's important.
I know that I have sat down no less than 5 times this week to write my post for RUOK day. I know that I keep looking at a white page and a blinking cursor. Why is this so hard? So much of my life and my passion surrounds this issue. I have been on both sides, carer for someone with a severe mental illness, and then someone with more than one of my own.
How do I do this justice? How do I separate myself from the issue enough to write properly about it. Help me out. Please. I'm honestly asking. What would YOU like to hear me write? From what angle? What is it you think would help?
I know that there are two little girls, ever so dear to me that are fighting serious battles in hospitals right now. Sarah and Ivy were both born with rare, serious illnesses that hang over them every day of their lives. Needles and medications and pain and central lines are a part of their every day lives. Hospitals and infections and Doctors and Nurses and Operating theatres, a second home. A second family. They both have older brothers and sisters at home, carrying on while these brave mothers tirelessly fight for their families.
|Sarah and her Mum, Karina|
|Ivy and her Mum, Tiff.|
I've known Karina and Sarah since just after Sarah was born, close to 4 years ago. I've known Tiff only a few months. And honestly, I've not been priveleged enough to meet either in the flesh. But I adore them both just the same. I admire them, I worry about them, I like them, as though they were right here with me. And their daughters have me wrapped around their little fingers. My heart, it is theirs.
And tonight, it is with Sarah, the little warrior and Ivy, my beautiful, brave Pred buddy as they fight their illnesses yet again, under terrible circumstances both, sudden, frightening crashes that take your breath away and leave you hanging on to every bit of information you can get. Waiting. Wishing there was anything at all you could do.
And so, this is what I know. It doesn't matter how I feel this week. Because I'm not in a hospital ICU, I've got no tubes attached to me and I've had no surgery. I've no mother by my side, waiting anxiously for the minutes to pass, for the painful procedures to be over. My children are healthy and tucked into their beds and my husband is right next to me on ours.
We are about to have a quiet, relaxing weekend together. We have nothing, nothing to complain about.
So, like us, my friends, enjoy your weekend. Have fun with your families. And spare a few moments to send up a prayer or a wish or a thought for two brave little girls, and the families that wait for them at home. For two mothers torn between sterile hospital rooms and home and hearth, with older children who need them too.
Enjoy your weekend. But appreciate it for what it is. Healthy. Uncomplicated. Lucky.
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