Tag: evil

And Deliver Us From Eevir..

~ JodiLea

Writing 101: Day 15
You’re told that an event that’s dear to your heart — an annual fair, festival, or conference — will be cancelled forever (or taken over by an evil organization). Write about it.
For your twist, read your piece aloud, multiple times. Hone that voice of yours!
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He really meant “evil”, but it came out eevir, due to his growing up in communist China.

Father Poon was the sweetest and happiest priest I ever met. Because of his thick accent, it took me a while to realize he not only had a great sense of humor, but was  a smart-ass like me. This will forever keep him in my thoughts and prayers.

St. Michael’s Church has new priests now and Father Poon is retired, not from the priesthood, but rather from the daily work in the Parish. I envision him in a little boat, fishing in a beautiful lake. I’m not sure why. I have no clue if he likes to fish. However he is spending his retirement, I hope he is enjoying it greatly.

There is not a Lord’s Prayer that is said without thinking of Father Poon, and wanting to hear him say “eevir”.

 

The Ungrateful Roses In My Yard

~ JodiLea ~ 2 Comments

In December I prune my rose bushes so they can go dormant for the winter. I also add a systemic food and fertilizer to the rose beds to protect them from insects and mold.  They need this done if they are to be beautiful and healthy in the spring.

Do my roses appreciate the love and care I give them?  I could say that they love me, but that would be a big fat lie. These roses were fully grown when we moved into this house 24 years ago. Now they are old and mean. Seriously.

Thorny And Ungrateful

Their trunks are large and gray as ash. Their branches have thickened over the years and look gnarly. I could deal with this because their roses are beautiful. However, as the years passed by, the number and evilness of their thorns has made pruning a nightmare. Roses are supposed to like pruning, according to my gardening book. Apparently the author never met roses like mine.

This year every rosebush (there are 7), rebelled against me. Even with my thick pruning gloves on I got constantly stabbed. In fact, they grabbed my gloves and pulled me into even more thorns as I was working. It was all I could do to keep on until they were all finished.

I stormed into the house in tears, ripping my bloody gloves off on the way to the kitchen sink to wash my torn up hands.  “I want you to rip out those horrid rose bushes next year!”, I holler at hubby. He is sitting in his recliner working on a crossword puzzle, which BTW totally pisses me off  even more than I was.

Now its February. Winter is not over, and yet the evil bushes are busting with healthy green leaves and microscopic buds. “See?!“, I shook my finger at them. “It was for your own good.”

They had no comment.

Budding Rosebuh

Mysterious (and Evil) Numbers

~ JodiLea

428 is an evil number. It either means 4:28 AM, which is before the butt crack of dawn, or it could be my fasting blood sugar number.  This morning it was both.

Like a good diabetic, I injected the usual and a correctional dose of insulin. Problem taken care of? Not even close. At 8:00AM my number was 446. Four hours of zero caffeine and no breakfast, and it goes UP? Where is the damned sugar coming from? Usually extra glucose is produced by the liver when your blood sugar drops too low. 428 is NOT a low number. Maybe my liver is no good at math. Maybe it too, is evil.

All I know is that I should go to the doctor when it’s this high. But since I’m not supposed to drive when it’s this high, I can’t get there without bugging hubby or a girlfriend. Sooo… My plan is to stick my finger at 9:30 and see what the mystery number is. If higher – go to hospital. If lower, sigh relief and then do my errands and chores before the big game this afternoon. While I wait for 9:30, I’m going to drink a gallon of water because I am so thirsty I can’t think!

321. Lower – enough to get out of a hospital visit, but too high to drive. I bum a ride with a girlfriend to our ladies meeting and I’m packing saltines and 7Up in my purse to combat the nausea that happens when blood glucose levels change drastically.

I sure hope my 49ers are having a better morning  😉