Those Acronyms.

 Those Acronyms.

 

Granddaughter told me she had something, and my ears did not exactly get the exact pronunciation, so thought she was saying RVS instead of RBF. She was shocked that she had to explain RBF standing for Resting B*tch Face. Like who knew?! Think it is possible that the old woman is just suffering from RB, nevermind the F. Feeling about as useless as mammary glands on a gelded boar today. The body is definitely telling me which muscles had the shock of being used in some repetitive motions yesterday. But it certainly was nice to open the workshop doors this morning to a nice clean floor and things lined up in some semblance of order.

 

Told Sterling about not being able to switch out one type of air hose connection for another when working yesterday. He told me that there are about three different types of connections, so matching the parts one buys matters. Considering how many different men had been in that workshop messing with tools, is it any surprise that nothing matches any longer. And at least one or two “borrowed” tools that were never returned. Maybe that happened to other things as well. At any rate, tried to put some screws into a board on the middle coop door and the stupid threads did not match and wallowed out. WHY did they ever think that it was a wonderful idea to make “star” bits and screws to match? What was wrong with the regular Phillips and flat head screws and bits? Can we say greedy manufacturers?

 

Have thrown away coffee cans for a few years now and today regretting it terribly when trying to sort through the screws and assorted shtuff that needs to be organized. Have BUCKETS of mixed screws that should be separated and labeled. Have a feeling it will take some extra patience to get this particular job done. And yes, have considered dumping the entire mess and starting over, but that is just being wasteful.

 

Have more chicken on cooking in the roaster for tomorrow. The dogs ate the last of the chicken from last week in their bowls this morning. Tonight, they are going to have some freezer burned meatballs that were given to me. They are not that picky that they won’t eat those meatballs and think they are getting treats. Cooked up some carrots, celery, mushrooms, onion, and rice to mix together and fill up some freezer containers for the old woman. That was lunch today, too.

 

We were brought up on the idea of “waste not, want not.” Have run out of white pepper and soybean sauce. So will use up the black pepper that is left in the cabinet and use salt instead of soy sauce. Now if only the old woman would consider not buying bottled water and just use the stuff out of the tap for everything! Or even better, only use bottles of water in the bedroom where the medicine bottles line the dresser. Have one of those filtering water pitchers, but had not thought until lately about refilling water bottles. Lance suggested those closed top cups, but most of them leak when knocked over. Picky, picky, picky. Oh well. My parents had never really heard of plastic pollution. They were busy polluting with cigarettes!!

 

Going to say something here that may offend a few fine folks. Sexual abuse, child abuse, immoral behavior, or even that holier-than-thou attitude have no place among those who worship God. Read four different articles this morning about so-called megachurches that had to have their ministers removed because of past (or present) immoralities. Thinking about it was sad. Oh, everyone nodded their heads and said that it figured that Catholic priests were guilty of sexual abuse, but what does it say about us when all these large churches find that these problems may run rampant among their top ministers. Seems to me that immorality has no real claim on any particular denomination or church size. EACH person is seen by God. Protecting children and young girls/women can be as much of a priority as we could ask for, but it is no guarantee that some pastor or youth coach won’t behave in an inappropriate manner. Girls can be “groomed” by coaches whether at school or in the church. Contact means thoughts can be warped. We have to be aware and attempt to protect ourselves, our children, and anyone who can be abused. Whatever we might have experienced in the past can’t be erased—for us as individuals or for our children. But we can talk about this mess and make it clear that it won’t be tolerated any longer! Worshipping God in groups or by families has to focus on knowing that all of us are to become part of the flock of Christ—that He will not lose even one of His lambs. Our worth is built on that relationship with the Shepard! No minister can take even one of Christ’s lambs!

 

Rest well, my friends. You are loved.