Another Me-Me-Me! Meme

Via the ever-intriguing pathdancer

"The problem with LJ is we all think we are so close, but really we know nothing about each other. So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away."

Hmmm. . . I actually feel that I've come to know a good number of my LJ friends fairly well (not all of you, of course), but I tend to be of the opinion that more knowledge is good.

So ask away -- "obvious" or not!

Slogging Through

I've been working 9 to 11 hour days since last Thursday, plus dealing with water issues at home. I'm beat. Although my dad taking me to dinner at The Keg last night really helped. We don't get to just sit down together and talk very often. Instead of a steak and potato, I had two orders of my favorite appetizer: bacon-wrapped scallops, and we each had one medium sized piece of garlic cheese bread, plus a drink. By the time we were done, I felt completely rejuvenated. Then it took me an hour and twenty minutes to get home due to the later-than-usual commuting time and the ongoing rains.

Okay, it's only been 23 days of rain, not 33, but it's still heading for a record, and it's still awful. There are large pools of standing water everywhere, mudslides, varying levels of flooding. . .

But the good news is that there have been enough breaks up here in my neighborhood that there were no additional water incursions into my house yesterday or this morning.

Yesterday at work, although I was frantically busy, had some sweet spots: I had a couple of my Georgia associates email me to tell me that -- "PC or not" -- they were praying for me and my water problems; a new friend brought me maple & brown sugar oatmeal that is only 1 Weight Watchers point instead of the 3 points of my usual Quaker Oats; one of Jeannie's peers with whom I have a personal relationship stopped me to ask how I was doing since I seemed "flustered" -- which she found very unusual; Miss V and I are both putting a lot of effort into being warm and considerate with each other; and a few other nice little things. It certainly makes the long, stressful days easier to bear.

Today is the new VP's first staff meeting. For the first time since we did the High Performing Team workshop two years ago in October, I was not invited. I am very curious if Jeannie or any of her colleagues will comment on my absence, or if anyone will make an effort to get me back on the invite list. Miss V said she was going to address the new VP on that regard, but I don't expect her to do that until her own position is secure -- which I completely support.

A Word About Water-Proofing

I found out yesterday, after a chat with my contractor friend at work (he who helped with my closet), that installing a pump would be a very big, costly, job, involving not just dangling a little pump into my drain, but serious excavation. *sigh*

So my indignation at my Ex yesterday was greater than the situation warrants.

I've been testier than usual recently, and while I guess I have grounds, given the stresses in my life at the moment, I don't like it. I need to think things through a bit more before I let myself get irritated about something. Venting at someone else because I'm upset is not the way to make things better.

At the same time, I didn't know before yesterday late morning what the "situation" actually was. I was using his assurances of the situation as the grounds for my irritation. So on some level my upset was entirely legitimate. But on the other hand, it also points up that part of this is -- as I indicated yesterday -- my own damn fault for not being more proactive in my own involvement in the issue, for not taking the initiative to educate myself to move the project forward. My observations about my own Cinderella tendencies are still valid.

In any case, I'm going to talk to my friend today about a possible "outside the box" solution. If installing a pump to keep the water level lower than my doorsill is not particularly feasible, what if we raise the doorsill? What if we create a concrete step at the doorway, raising the spot where the door meets the ground, and then either get a new door or cut down the one I have? I've been wanting a new door anyway. If we wanted to get really fancy, we could create a mini-porch outside and a raised landing inside, make it a "design feature", perhaps with decorative stonework or something. I don't know. . . but the point would be to raise the "ground" level above any reasonable expectation of drain backfill could rise to.

Relief

No water last night.
No water this morning.
Rain declining -- at least in my neighborhood.
Only a slightly more than 8-hour day.
Kept dead even on my weight, despite several dinners out and several drinks over the last week.
Jeannie is at an offsite tomorrow, and kateri_thinks is coming by to have lunch with me.

Thanks for all the suggestions and comments on my plumbing. ;-)

And oywiththeicons did a custom icon for me of one of my all-time favorite movie lines.

That's all for tonight -- at least until after daughter bedtime.
She just got the Madagascar DVD and we're going to watch it together.

Whaddaya Mean -- I'm *Not* a Heretic??!!

You scored as Chalcedon compliant. You are Chalcedon compliant. Congratulations, you're not a heretic. You believe that Jesus is truly God and truly man and like us in every respect, apart from sin. Officially approved in 451. </td> Pelagianism 92% Chalcedon compliant 92% Monophysitism 67% Monarchianism 67% Nestorianism 50% Apollanarian 42% Socinianism 42% Adoptionist 25% Modalism 25% Arianism 17% Gnosticism 17% Albigensianism 0% Donatism 0% Docetism 0% Are you a heretic? created with QuizFarm.com

This test gave me flashbacks to my first seminary course, Christian Anthropology, the first third of which was devoted to the question "What does it mean to be 'human'?" The theory being that it's impossible to meaningfully discuss the degree to which Christ /was/is or is not human unless we first understand what we mean when we say "human."

Taking the test, I realized again that -- despite my love of studying theology -- I found most of these questions to be utterly beside the point where my personal faith and relationship with God is concerned.

I typed another sentence after that, but then deleted it, because 9:30pm is not the time for me to get started on a theological reflection. . . it would be an hour or more before I got to bed.

Maybe tomorrow.