<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:48:23.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindsay's Life - A Work in Progress</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-4722937257157323088</id><published>2007-05-26T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T19:13:10.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6hUECpebB4/Rljm-2dfpEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kjvsch_QnU4/s1600-h/Jasper+trip+324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069055348050994242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6hUECpebB4/Rljm-2dfpEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kjvsch_QnU4/s320/Jasper+trip+324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;We went on a holiday to Jasper/Edmonton for a week . We had a good time for the most part. Did some great hikes. Saw beautiful scenery, took some pictures. My favorite part was going up the &lt;a href="http://www.jaspertramway.com/"&gt;tramway&lt;/a&gt; on Whistler's Mountain. I still have a few days off before I have to go back to work, and I feel way better than I did before my vacation began.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To update the oven situation, I tried changing the element and it did not work. But then I found out what was wrong. Joel had been messing with the knobs/dials trying to get the timer to work. While doing that, he inadvertently put the oven into automatic mode, causing the oven part not to work for some reason. I switched the dial back to manual mode, and we were back in baking business, baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is all for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-4722937257157323088?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/4722937257157323088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=4722937257157323088' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/4722937257157323088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/4722937257157323088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2007/05/back.html' title='Back.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_f6hUECpebB4/Rljm-2dfpEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/kjvsch_QnU4/s72-c/Jasper+trip+324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-4797151925986096366</id><published>2007-05-14T06:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T06:39:28.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can anyone interpret this?</title><content type='html'>It's 7:17 in the morning. I just woke up from a weird dream: I was trying to get somewhere on time. It was dark and I was riding my bike on 8th street near the Circle Drive over pass. Suddenly my bike stops and I drag it onto the boulevard in the middle to avoid getting hit by traffic whizzing past me. I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with my bike and all of a sudden Phillip Yancey (a Christian author) is there. He shows me that my tire is busted. This perturbs me because I just got the bike. I look around to see if there is anywhere I can get my tire fixed, and I go to the nearby building. It's a convenience store/gas station that also happens to be a veterinarian's. I spend a long time waiting in line behind a guy who wants to pay for his gas and get his pitbull fixed at the same time, since he's here. It look just like a 7/11 inside except instead of the 7/11 logo it has a green outline of a yorkshire terrier. As I'm waiting in line all I can think about is how I'm going to get my bike warranty out when I get home and make someone pay for me getting my tire fixed... That's about all I can remember. It was probably just a junk dream, because I'm reading a book by Phillip Yancy right now, and I watched a documentary on dog gestation before I fell asleep. But the dream sure gave me an uneasy feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-4797151925986096366?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/4797151925986096366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=4797151925986096366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/4797151925986096366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/4797151925986096366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2007/05/can-anyone-interpret-this.html' title='Can anyone interpret this?'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-653245202464164925</id><published>2007-05-10T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T20:40:24.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've eaten out a lot this week.</title><content type='html'>Not that I wanted to, but our oven just up and quit working a few days ago. I thought maybe the fuses had gone, but we went and got new ones and that didn't fix anything. So I now have to read up on the Internet on appliance repair, or get a new oven. We were going to get a new one at some point anyway, but it wasn't high on the priority list. Plus we wanted our next oven to have a flat top instead of a coil top, but I can't find any flat tops in the size we need. We need the apartment size which is 24" across, instead of the standard 30" size. If we got the 30" size, we would need to take our cupboards off the wall, insert a 6" spacer at the end and then put the cupboards back on so that oven would sit in the proper position under the new range hood. That would be lots of work which I didn't want to do right now, especially since my vacation starts in 2 days. The other thing that sucks about this is that if we get a new oven it won't match our fridge and dishwasher because they are almond colour, and they don't make almond appliances anymore. I dunno what I should do. I guess I'll try fixing it first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-653245202464164925?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/653245202464164925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=653245202464164925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/653245202464164925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/653245202464164925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2007/05/ive-eaten-out-lot-this-week.html' title='I&apos;ve eaten out a lot this week.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-3061072261875335001</id><published>2007-04-30T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T14:22:58.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What you bring to the text can change it's meaning.</title><content type='html'>In reference to Pastor Pepsi's  post of today regarding what makes  a book Christian.  (&lt;a href="http://pastorpepsi.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://pastorpepsi.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I commented along the lines that I feel the reader plays an important part in what makes any book Christian.  I feel strongly about this, but I'm having a difficult time expressing exactly why.  I guess basically, Christians have the Holy Spirit indwelling them, a constant companion who gives important perspective to inform our reading and protect our minds. The most beautiful thing about this is that we are able to give a Christian &lt;em&gt;reading&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; book, regardless of who wrote or published it.  This is how we are able to engage the culture we live in without buying into it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt;, there are some books perhaps should not be read, but I believe the Holy Spirit will guide each Christian on that point as well.  One Christian might benefit from reading a certain book, which may cause another to stumble.  And that applies to "secular" books, as well as books that would be sold in Parables.  For example, there are "Christian Romance" novels that may inspire a single woman to look for godly values in a mate, but could cause a married woman to stumble if she begins to compare the hero in the novel to her own husband. That's just one example.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope I've been able to be clear enough.  Does anyone have anything else to add?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-3061072261875335001?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/3061072261875335001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=3061072261875335001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/3061072261875335001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/3061072261875335001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-you-bring-to-text-can-change-its.html' title='What you bring to the text can change it&apos;s meaning.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-4110208374011846453</id><published>2007-04-29T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T16:36:08.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snacks</title><content type='html'>Found two yummy and relatively healthy snacks today. One is for you cracker lovers out there.  It's called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kashi&lt;/span&gt; TLC (tasty little crackers) in Honey Sesame flavour. They've got 7 whole grains and 0 trans fat.  For those who prefer cookies, I found Simple Pleasures Baked Cookie Bars. The flavour I got is called California Crunch. They've got raisins, the odd cranberry, oats and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sunflower seeds&lt;/span&gt;.  Each has 4g of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;protein&lt;/span&gt;, 3g of fiber, 1.5 g of omega 6 and 0.4 g of omega 3 polyunsaturated fats.  I found said snacks at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;.  I always find more than I bargained for there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought a new pair of runners and a new outfit for my morning walks I'm planning on doing. I went this morning and my left heel now has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blister&lt;/span&gt; on it from the nasty runners I had. Know what's kind of funny?  I took Joel's i-pod with me and I had unloaded Joel's songs and loaded it with just the right amount of my music for my walk. But I forgot to put Joel's music back onto it and he took it to work today.  So instead of his brooding man-rock like Billy Talent or Incubus he'll be listening to some Sheryl Crow, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bif&lt;/span&gt; Naked, Hanson, and Gwen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Steffani&lt;/span&gt; on his break.  But I also put a couple Johnny Cash songs and 1 U2 song, so maybe he won't be too ticked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-4110208374011846453?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/4110208374011846453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=4110208374011846453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/4110208374011846453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/4110208374011846453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2007/04/snacks.html' title='Snacks'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-2523816103743975799</id><published>2007-04-24T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T20:38:07.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Embarrassing Work Situation Ever.</title><content type='html'>The most embarrassing thing that has ever to me happened at work happened today.  I was working on a trouble and had to give our customers a new modem. When I was setting up the wireless, I had to type "home" into the address bar to take me to the modem's internal control page.  I must have miss-typed something because a page from the customer's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; history came up instead. It was a porn site.  The customer was standing right beside me, and he knew what had happened before I did, because he said "Oh no! That's so embarrassing!" before the page had even loaded fully and before I had even realized what I had done. He quickly typed in what I had meant to, and I finished and left within two minutes after that happened, trying to pretend nothing was weird.  As I was driving home, felt like crying and laughing, but mostly crying.  So I prayed for the man.  I still feel kind of dirty for having seen that stuff, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-2523816103743975799?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/2523816103743975799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=2523816103743975799' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/2523816103743975799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/2523816103743975799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2007/04/most-embarrassing-work-situation-ever.html' title='Most Embarrassing Work Situation Ever.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-116812263536316882</id><published>2007-01-06T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T14:30:35.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is my first of 4 days off.  I'm alone at home, watching a marathon of a certain reality show on tv ( I'm too embarrassed to admit which reality show it is!)  Glad I'm not working today because about an hour ago it started snowing like crazy, and it's just so nice to sit here and watch it through my window rather than having to deal with it. I got my performance evaluation done at work this week, and it was really good.  I really like to hear officially from my boss how I'm doing every so often because I tend to doubt myself even though I try my best 99% of the time. There were about 12 or 15 different areas my boss rated me in and in 3 areas I got "meets job requirements" and the rest were all "exceeds job requirements", so that felt really good.  Still haven't heard whether my term will be extended or if they'll have to do layoffs for a while. My end date is Jan. 29.  But I'm not too worried about it either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we'll be moving at the end of February, because we've purchased a little condo. Yes, we were finally approved for a mortgage.  The place is not too far from where we live now, and it's a pretty typical 2 bedroom apartment style condo.  Big enough for the two of us for now, and could also have room for a little one if that were to occur in a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think owning our place instead of renting is going to be a financial turing point for us, and I figured out that if we continue on with the same income, that we will be able to have our student loans and other debts (except mortgage) paid of just before I turn 30, which is just over 4 years from now.  So I'm ready to focus on the task at hand for the next while, and try to ignore this crazy maternal instinct of mine until we're older and wiser and more financially secure.  I'll probably still cry on mother's day though.  But then , I'll probably cry on mother's day after I have kids too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great new year's eve.  We hosted a small, impromptu gathering. We found out like 5 hours beforehand.  One of our best friends, Mike, came over, as well as Matt and Melanie from Mike's small group. We had good food, played some guitar hero 2, rang in the new year while playing Settlers of Catan Cities and Knights.  At midnight we had a crisis trying to open the sparkling apple juice on time for the toast.  It seemed really funny at the time.  It was a really enjoyable time. I love having people over, but I'm usually too shy to invite people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Happy new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-116812263536316882?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/116812263536316882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=116812263536316882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/116812263536316882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/116812263536316882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-is-my-first-of-4-days-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-116744998158982595</id><published>2006-12-29T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T19:39:41.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel better now.</title><content type='html'>Just a short note to say I feel better from my complaining blog earlier. My complaints still exist, but I have many blessings to report, just don't have any more time to blog for a couple days, and didn't want to leave my blog hanging on a negative note.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-116744998158982595?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/116744998158982595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=116744998158982595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/116744998158982595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/116744998158982595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2006/12/feel-better-now.html' title='Feel better now.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-116743917077039342</id><published>2006-12-29T16:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T16:39:30.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>waaa.</title><content type='html'>I'll try to have a more cheerful post soon but right now I just feel like complaining. I guess that makes me a spoiled brat because I've got many blessings I could speak of, but all I can think about now is the things making me unhappy. I've had almost a whole week off work now and I have to go back tommorow, but I don't want to go back. ever. I like being at home. I like staying at home and making meals for Joel and keeping the place cleaner than usual and what not. The other complaint I have is that I got a brand new french press coffee pot for Christmas, and I liked it very much and it made very good coffee. After the first time I used it on Boxing day morning I accidentally dropped it and it shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've mentioned on here before about how I've got these strong feelings that I want to become a mother.  I've felt this way almost 2 years now, and it's getting worse and I cry about it probably a couple times a month now, even though I try not to dwell it. Maybe I'm just depressed because of the winter blues and I'm projecting it on to this issue. And if I'm being perfectly honest, the fact that so many people I know are now beginning or in the midst of their child raising years, doesn't make it easier on me. Ofcourse I'm happy for these people, I'm overjoyed for them, they are some of the dearest people in the world to me. And I want that kind of joy too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I've had too much time off work and too much time to think. It's probably best that I go back to work tommorow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-116743917077039342?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/116743917077039342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=116743917077039342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/116743917077039342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/116743917077039342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2006/12/waaa.html' title='waaa.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-116416649275131114</id><published>2006-11-21T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T19:34:52.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They don't serve breakfast in hell.</title><content type='html'>I heard this song on the radio twice today. It's pretty new to me since I wasn't a Christian when it came out, and I just recently started trying to improve the messages that go into my ears by listening to free 100.3 instead of other radio staions while I'm in the van.  But what do people think about this song? I don't like it.  It's annoyingly catchy and I don't want it to play over and over in my head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-116416649275131114?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/116416649275131114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=116416649275131114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/116416649275131114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/116416649275131114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2006/11/they-dont-serve-breakfast-in-hell.html' title='They don&apos;t serve breakfast in hell.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-116336106460897992</id><published>2006-11-12T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:51:04.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pastor Leyton said today that joy and sorrow can exist in the same person at the same time.  I needed to hear that because I was feeling guilty for feeling any joy when painful events are occuring in the lives of my family and friends.  Now I don't understand this, but I guess that's how God made us, and that's how He is too, and it's good to feel deeply.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-116336106460897992?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/116336106460897992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=116336106460897992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/116336106460897992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/116336106460897992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2006/11/pastor-leyton-said-today-that-joy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-116327692389123273</id><published>2006-11-11T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:28:43.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Violence in P.A.</title><content type='html'>I grew up in P.A. and my parents and brother still live there. Both my Dad and brother have had their lives in danger within the last year. A while ago, my dad was working (he used to deliver pizza as a side job) and he was jumped by a group of people and had his wallet stolen and was beaten to within an inch of his life, now every time I see my dad I'm reminded of this incident because all of his front teeth were knocked out. I'm posting about this now because last week my brother was at a going away party for one of his friends (not the type of party I would find myself at, but that should be irrelevant). Again, a group of people decided they wanted to crash this party, and thoroughly kicked the crap out of two of my brother's friends before one of his other friends called him to come outside to try and help the situation (this angers me, I don't know what they thought he was going to do). When my brother got outside one of the crashers pulled a knife, and my brother began to fear for his life, and made a poor decision, which I can't post here because it could get him in trouble. Let's just say the crashers are lucky to be alive, and my brother is lucky to not be in jail. I'm still stunned by this incident, can't believe this happened again to another member of my immediate family, and can't believe what my brother tried to do. I'm angry and confused and feel like I should do something but I don't know what. Not even sure what to pray, except maybe that my family's hearts would not be hardened by racism any further. God help us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-116327692389123273?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/116327692389123273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=116327692389123273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/116327692389123273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/116327692389123273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2006/11/violence-in-pa.html' title='Violence in P.A.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-116327537802679677</id><published>2006-11-11T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T12:02:58.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Battle Continues</title><content type='html'>For the last week I've been trying not to watch TV, and utterly failing. I had asked Joel if we could get rid of the rabbit ears for awhile because I knew I wanted to stop wasting so much time and try to fill it with more important things. I could tell from his response that he wasn't thrilled with the idea. This is something I feel God leading me to do, but Joel wanted me to just not watch, and leave the rabbit ears alone. So I tried it Joel's way, and failed because I'm weak. So Thursday night I took them off and hid them, and now I have gone over 36 hours without watching any TV, and done devotions twice, as well as a load of dishes, while still working (today is my first day off). And Joel hasn't died or even asked me where they were. Hopefully I won't be so tempted to watch TV that I'll dig them out of their hiding place and put them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more to blog about, but it needs its own post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-116327537802679677?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/116327537802679677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=116327537802679677' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/116327537802679677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/116327537802679677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2006/11/battle-continues.html' title='The Battle Continues'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-116269625168292376</id><published>2006-11-04T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T19:10:51.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There are only 4 paychecks left in this year. That's an odd way to measure time isn't it? Bear with me while I do some stream of conscoiusness blogging, because I'm not sure what to write, but wanted to post anyway.  Why does life seem to revolve around money so much?  Isn't money weird. It's a piece of paper or an electronic record that says one person deserves nicer, or better, or more stuff than another person. Or more vacations or nicer furniture for the bedroom or an hdtv with new max hdtv service. Why do I want these things? All that stuff is going to either help me waste more time or else its going to end up on the trash heap eventually.  I can't even manage the stuff and time I do have proficiently, why do I want more?  It's the end of the week, I've been working, so there's dishes all over, the kitchen's a mess and there's not many groceries, so I can't cook myself supper, even if everything was magically clean and organized I don't know what I would want to cook. So I ordered some pizza, as often occurs on friday or saturday nights because of this very same cycle. I want to do better, and keep a cleaner place, be more organized, eat more healthily, read more instead of watching tv, have less stuff laying around everywhere. I'm tired and crazy lazy, hey that rhymes. achahchhchcxcxg. There's no breaks. Just keep plugging away, and hopefully your head will stay above water, or at least not go under for that long. What else can you do? You can't fix everything all at once. In the words of my mom-in-law (and some self-help book she read), don't sweat the small stuff, and it's all small stuff.  Come to think of it, I agree, mostly. Obvously it's not ALL small stuff, but most of the stuff I wrote about in this blog is mostly small. I think.  Is it? I hope it is 'cause I'm not doing too good with some of it. I'm going to go read a recipe book and try not to cry now. Bye. Don't worry, deep, down I'm ok, I really am. Just had a little minor freak out. I'm so ok, I was thinking for a sec about not publishing this blog so as to not worry anyone. but I'm too lazy to write another blog .  Ok Bye, for real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-116269625168292376?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/116269625168292376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=116269625168292376' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/116269625168292376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/116269625168292376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2006/11/there-are-only-4-paychecks-left-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-116084087539166014</id><published>2006-10-14T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T08:47:56.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blink and it's next month</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's been a month since I posted. Time is going by so fast. Physically, I'm doing much better compared to last month. Work is still steady but not as insane. They're sending home the people they sent in from around the province to help out this week. It's getting cold. Joel's birthday is in two weeks. He'll be 25. We're getting old. Sorry for all the short random thoughts, been going so fast these days I haven't had a chance to build the short random things into something meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this picture of Joel, and I think it's so cute, I wanted to post it. I'm going to have little kids that look like this someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6654/2098/1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6654/2098/320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-116084087539166014?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/116084087539166014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=116084087539166014' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/116084087539166014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/116084087539166014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2006/10/blink-and-its-next-month.html' title='Blink and it&apos;s next month'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-115851450806989396</id><published>2006-09-17T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T10:35:08.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling apart at the seams!</title><content type='html'>Well, my ankle is almost all better now. It just feels a little stiff. Joel and I have had kind of a rough month physically, though. Shortly after I sprained my ankle, Joel sprained something in his neck while he was sleeping. We think it was due to some repetitive strain his neck took at work from folding clothes. That took a few days to heal totally. Then about a week later, Joel got the flu, which took a few days for him to feel better. Now I did something to my back when I was sleeping and it hurts to move. It happened not last night but the night before, and towards the end of yesterday I thought I was feeling better, but after sleeping last night it feels worse again. It hurts every time I move it, which is why I'm not in church right now like I would like to be. Well, hopefully my back will be alright after another day of sitting around the apartment. If not, I have a physical booked for Tuesday anyway, so I'll ask the doctor about it then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my four day weekend from work right now, and I had dreams of going on a fall hike somewhere. With the rain and my back, that doesn't look likely, sadly. But at least last night when my back wasn't feeling too bad, I got to see some friends and get out of the apartment with Joel. We had some delicious chili for supper, then blueberry pie for dessert. We also had a rousing game of phase 10, followed by a fast-paced game of settlers of catan. Interspersed talk of various appendages added spice to the evening. Don't Ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you read this please pray for me. Besides my physical woes, there are other issues in my life that are causing me stress. I'd prolly go crazy if I weren't so darn sane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-115851450806989396?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/115851450806989396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=115851450806989396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/115851450806989396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/115851450806989396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2006/09/falling-apart-at-seams.html' title='Falling apart at the seams!'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-115664988517440595</id><published>2006-08-26T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T20:38:05.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help, please.</title><content type='html'>Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the lack of blogging lately, life's busy, and it's kinda low on the priority list.  I have a specific reason for posting today.  I sprained my ankle at work yesterday, and I will be off until I can walk again. If you read this, could you please say a little prayer for me?  I want to go back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-115664988517440595?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/115664988517440595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=115664988517440595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/115664988517440595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/115664988517440595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2006/08/help-please.html' title='Help, please.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-115258329409056719</id><published>2006-07-10T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T19:12:19.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I living life on "auto-pilot"?</title><content type='html'>The movie "Click" caused me to ask that question of myself. Joel and I went to a matinee of this movie the other day and it is amazingly deep for an Adam Sandler movie. His movies are maturing as he is. It still managed to be really funny at the same time though. It was a good balance, for the most part. Still had a few unnecessarily coarse moments, but they were worth enduring, I think. Anyways, "auto-pilot" is what happens in the movie when Adam skips a scene of his life in expectation of the next big thing, whatever that may be (a promotion, for example). It's kind-of a basic physical maintenance kind of state, probably equivalent to being a zombie. I feel like I'm in auto-pilot sometimes, because I think about the next days off, holidays, when we will have kids, when we will pay off our student loans, when we will have our own house, instead of being completely "in the moment". Of course, some forethought is good, and dreams for the future can inspire your actions today. So what frequency of future-oriented thought is healthy? Daily? Hourly? Every few minutes? Weekly? Monthly? Yearly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I think about the future probably a couple of times a day. Sometimes those thoughts won't go away when they visit me, and I end up planning the next couple of years out in my mind in excruciating detail to the point that no mere mortal could even honestly plan. When I catch myself doing that I know that it is unhealthy and unproductive. And I need to discipline my mind to not do that. Why do I do that? Do I not really believe God is in control of it all, or do I just want to try to control it myself? Lord, I give it all to You and I choose to trust You today. Let me do the same tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew an Adam Sandler movie could cause me to search my soul like that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-115258329409056719?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/115258329409056719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=115258329409056719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/115258329409056719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/115258329409056719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2006/07/am-i-living-life-on-auto-pilot.html' title='Am I living life on &quot;auto-pilot&quot;?'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-115237341741969976</id><published>2006-07-08T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T08:43:37.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've survived the summer of two moves.</title><content type='html'>I apologize to the hard-core bloggers about my drought of posts for the last 3 weeks. It's been a busy time. Worked, got ready to move, worked, cleaned, worked, moved (which included lifting heavy things for me this time), worked, and now I have some cleaning to do at Joel's Dad's house today, then maybe I can get a little rest. But I wouldn't have been able to rest knowing I haven't blogged since June, just one of those things that eats away at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed up too late last night. I'm not one of those people who can just compensate by sleeping in. The sun gets up early, and once it's up, I can't get back to sleep if I wake up. So I'm yawning even as I type this. It was a fun night though, hanging out with friends. I get lonely at work a lot because it is so task oriented, so it was great to start off my 4 days of by spending the evening with a bunch of nice people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're enjoying the new place. Nice to sit on your own furniture again after housesitting for 2 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else should I talk about? I feel like this post is missing something, but not sure what else I should say. Let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K?&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;It's ironic for me that every time this thing spell checks the word "Joel's " for me it suggests I replace it with "joyless". Just thought I'd tag that on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-115237341741969976?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/115237341741969976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=115237341741969976' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/115237341741969976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/115237341741969976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-survived-summer-of-two-moves.html' title='I&apos;ve survived the summer of two moves.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-115015123907902902</id><published>2006-06-12T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T15:27:19.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God teaching me.</title><content type='html'>Just thought I'd share a little about what God is teaching me the last couple weeks. I got so sick and tired of myself, sinning, then coming clean over and over. I asked God to help me figure out what I can do to stop falling into the same stupid thing repeatedly. He answered my prayer by sort of "turning up the volume" on the Holy Spirit's voice within me. Now, more often, I'm able to notice my heart turning away from God the moment it happens. This gives me the chance to turn my heart back to God before I slip into the same old behaviour(s). The downside is that if I feel my heart turn away, and I don't do anything about it, my sin is more prideful and willful, more than just a slip. But Christ's blood is enough to cleanse even willful disobedience, and what God is doing in me makes me want to love Him and obey Him more and more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-115015123907902902?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/115015123907902902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=115015123907902902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/115015123907902902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/115015123907902902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2006/06/god-teaching-me.html' title='God teaching me.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-115003774912505377</id><published>2006-06-11T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T07:55:49.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy and cloudy.</title><content type='html'>Maybe it shouldn't be this way, but when it's rainy and cloudy outside it makes me feel rainy and cloudy.  I was wallowing a little in self-pity yesterday because it was my first day off, and of course that means it has to rain.  For a rainy day, it actually turned out not too bad, though, we went to Pam and Ryan's wedding (just the ceremony though, because Joel wasn't feeling very good), then later on we rented some movies, which we haven't done in a long time.  So it turned out to be a pretty fun day after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-115003774912505377?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/115003774912505377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=115003774912505377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/115003774912505377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/115003774912505377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2006/06/rainy-and-cloudy.html' title='Rainy and cloudy.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-114973861094874154</id><published>2006-06-07T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T21:22:39.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff and other stuff.</title><content type='html'>I have two more days of work to put in before I get my 4 day weekend. I'm always pretty tired at this point in my rotation. Also, we're still trying to figure out where we're going to live after this month. So kinda under some stress, but handling it ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to experiment in the last couple of weeks with changing the types of media I watch/listen to. It was a suggestion in a book I've been reading that if your mind is exposed to purer things, you will be more likely to think purer thoughts. It makes sense to me, and I think it's starting to help me. No more C95 in the radio in my van, as well I've decided to give up a couple of my favorite TV shows that are full of immorality, like Desperate Housewives (although they are now in re-runs for the summer, but I don't plan on jumping back in this fall). Not judging anyone who watches this stuff, I'm just trying to figure out what is helpful for me personally in my specific state of weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the gals reading this, have any of you read Every Woman's Battle? I've been reading it and would like to discuss with someone, though I don't know who else has read it, or would be interested.  Tried to talk to one girlfriend about it but she seemed either not to understand what I was talking about or not interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-114973861094874154?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/114973861094874154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=114973861094874154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/114973861094874154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/114973861094874154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2006/06/stuff-and-other-stuff.html' title='Stuff and other stuff.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-114832503744173317</id><published>2006-05-22T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T12:10:37.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful day.</title><content type='html'>I'm alone today, I have the day off and Joel's working.  I'm having fun.  I bought a new swimming suit at Wal-mart, and hanging out by/ in the pool here.  Had watermelon for lunch.  Delicious.  It's 30+ degrees out, what a great day.  I think I'll take another dip, then maybe a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-114832503744173317?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/114832503744173317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=114832503744173317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/114832503744173317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/114832503744173317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2006/05/beautiful-day.html' title='Beautiful day.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-114805473866340599</id><published>2006-05-19T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T09:05:38.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummm...</title><content type='html'>Trying to think of something to post. It's a normal day. Have to work in 2 hrs.  It's beautiful outside.  I think Joel wants me to watch TV with him cause he put Family Feud on instead of Jon Stewart.  I guess I'll go do that.  Sorry for the stupid post.  Have a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-114805473866340599?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/114805473866340599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=114805473866340599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/114805473866340599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/114805473866340599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2006/05/ummm.html' title='Ummm...'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-114766553235398768</id><published>2006-05-14T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T20:58:52.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>This is the second year in a row where I've cried on Mother's Day. For a little over a year now, I've had a strong, deep, desire to have a child. Circumstances, mostly financial, are preventing Joel and I from going ahead at this time. It makes total sense to my rational side as to why we would wait, but the feelings in my heart aren't listening to reason, so I've just been trying not to think about them. Usually I'm so busy with working that I don't think about it, but it's impossible not to on Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father God,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I should ask for a change our circumstances, or to change my mind, or to change the feelings in my heart. But I pray You will cause Your will to be done in our lives, and help me to be patient while you are doing it. I've come to understand that struggle is a fact of life for everyone, and it hurts. I pray for Your healing and comfort. Let Your will be done. Thank-you for your power, grace and love. Because of You, there is hope for me.&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus name, Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-114766553235398768?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/114766553235398768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=114766553235398768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/114766553235398768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/114766553235398768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2006/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-114651799786744602</id><published>2006-05-01T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T14:13:17.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think?</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've been wanting to post prayers on my blog, but before hitting the post button, something stops me.  Would posting a prayer on here make me like a Pharisee praying loudly on a street corner?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-114651799786744602?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/114651799786744602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=114651799786744602' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/114651799786744602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/114651799786744602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-do-you-think.html' title='What do you think?'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-114576521951968882</id><published>2006-04-22T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T21:06:59.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obligatory Post.</title><content type='html'>I'm blogging today 'cause I feel I should, not 'cause I feel I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been really busy at work, training a new gal. It's been fun, I'm really enjoying having someone else with me while working. It's also helping me to both become more critical of my work since I have to explain everything I'm doing to someone else, and to realize how far I'm come in terms of strength, dexterity, knowledge, and skill since I first started this job last July. So it's making me humble and proud at the same time. Is that possible? My "mentee" is starting to be at the point where she is actually a to benefit me time-wise, instead of slowing me down, which is good as well. She knows how to do more at this point in her training than I did at that stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lucky to have a job that I find rewarding, I just wish it were possible to have the security of a permanent position. But I guess God is teaching me to rely on His security instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll change my blog's color to turquoise today. I'm on a turquoise kick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-114576521951968882?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/114576521951968882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=114576521951968882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/114576521951968882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/114576521951968882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2006/04/obligatory-post.html' title='Obligatory Post.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-114369594710901726</id><published>2006-03-29T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T21:19:07.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Joel.</title><content type='html'>He had that oral surgery today to get 4 wisdom teeth out, and all he can eat for the next few days is Jello and other liquid/mushy stuff. I hope he doesn't hurt or swell too much as he is healing. I sure love that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else to report, work is picking up, and my manager just asked me today to mentor the new gal who is starting next week, so that'll be cool to have someone riding with me for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we tried to apply for a mortgage with a co-signer(my mom), but there's just too much debt between the bunch of us right now with our student loans and her mortgage. So we'll try again sometime next year, and hopefully our finances will have improved by then. This means, however that we will have to move into another apartment after we house-sit for Joel's dad. Anyone have any suggestions for good apartments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care, All. You are loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-114369594710901726?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/114369594710901726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=114369594710901726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/114369594710901726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/114369594710901726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2006/03/poor-joel.html' title='Poor Joel.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-114265355330710988</id><published>2006-03-17T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T19:45:53.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another work week wrapped up.</title><content type='html'>Just finished another work week, and I get my 4 day week-end this week.  That's good because I feel really in need of a rest.  Work has been kind of slow this week, which is kind of frustrating, because you have to sign off for 500 min worth of work every day.  This is a creative challenge when you are only given 3 hours worth of work, and so is everyone else.  There's only so much cleaning and stocking you can do to your van.  I guess everybody's in the same boat, though, and our manager realizes I'm not so incompetent that it really takes me 4 hours to do a highspeed install.  I hope business picks up when I'm back next week, because I always feel uncomfortable having to charge more time to a ticket than it actually took me, even though it is common practice when there is no work to do.  I guess as long as I make it clear in my comments that I tried to get more work from dispatch, but they didn't have any, I shouldn't feel guilty.  Just wait a couple months and I'll probably be complaining there's too much to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at some adorable pictures and video clips of my nieces and nephew today.  They really are cute kids, I'm not just biased.  They brought a smile to my tired face.  Have a look if you want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/new.php?userid=86219"&gt;http://www.dropshots.com/new.php?userid=86219&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/new.php?userid=73821"&gt;http://www.dropshots.com/new.php?userid=73821&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-114265355330710988?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/114265355330710988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=114265355330710988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/114265355330710988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/114265355330710988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-work-week-wrapped-up.html' title='Another work week wrapped up.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-114166119323078290</id><published>2006-03-06T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T08:06:34.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making it through.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I saw a friend at church. I asked how she was doing and she was honest with me instead of superficial. She's not doing too well, she is exhausted from work, and then I asked how her husband is doing and she sounded tentative, and said that she doesn't think he's doing great either. We arranged a coffee date for today to talk about life or whatever she needs to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I got home from church I had a bit of a breakdown because I was already worried about how my other friends are doing, and I'm powerless to do anything to fix the things that are wrong in their lives. I went to bed and cried and prayed for my friends troubles. Even if I'm hurt or angry about how things are, God really is the only one who has the power to change these things, or heal what is broken, or give strength to overcome weakness, or reassure that goodness and righteousness is being restored to the world. And the silent treatment I was giving God, wasn't good for me, and certainly was not helping to change things for the better. Yes, I'm weak and powerless, but even more so when I refuse to pray. That's how my weekend went, it was hard, and I was confronted with my weakness and powerlessness. When I turned to God he gave me the strength and reassurance I needed to continue fighting the battle raging in this world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-114166119323078290?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/114166119323078290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=114166119323078290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/114166119323078290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/114166119323078290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2006/03/making-it-through.html' title='Making it through.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-114149293117979015</id><published>2006-03-04T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T09:22:39.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to say? What to do?</title><content type='html'>It's Saturday morning, and haven't really been in contact with any friends since I had Bible study on Monday night. I just read a few of their blogs this morning and everyone seems to be having a rough week. My friends have been confronted with the ugly brokenness of humans this week, and I don't know what to say without sounding like I'm being shallow or ignoring their pain. I just want anyone who reads this to know that I'm sitting here crying for your pain. If you are dealing with a death, news of a moral failing, sickness, weakness, I'm so sorry. I wish I could fix what's wrong with the world, but I'm weak too. So all I can do is cry and tell you I'm sorry and pray. I love you and I'm sorry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-114149293117979015?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/114149293117979015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=114149293117979015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/114149293117979015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/114149293117979015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-to-say-what-to-do.html' title='What to say? What to do?'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-114045969740242172</id><published>2006-02-20T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T10:21:37.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepfordization?</title><content type='html'>I'm having a weird day. I thought I was working today, but when I downloaded to get my orders this morning, they didn't give me anything. That was strange, I knew business couldn't be that slow, so I checked my schedule. I'm sure they must have changed it because it now says I have today and tomorrow off. It still has the same number of days on and off, they are just in different places than I thought they were. Oh well, it was a nice surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my new found freedom today, I decided I would spend some extra time alone with God. But I didn't get on it right away, and I got the sudden urge to iron my jeans. I never iron anything, let alone jeans. This left me with three possible conclusions (perhaps whoever reads this could vote and let me know what they think). 1. I'm getting old and ironing my jeans is something that is coming with my old age. 2. Ironing is from the devil and he just wanted to distract me from God for a while to see if I would forget about the extra time. 3. Joel had me stepfordized, and that command start remote isn't really for the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did finally drag myself to my bible, and had a great time once I got it open, by the way. I'm a bit compulsive in my worrying, and when I go to Jesus, He really does enable me to slow down my mind and focus on Him. My concerns are still there, but the knot in my stomach gets replaced with peace in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God for unexpected days off. I'm glad that I can skip the work socks today and wear some girly socks that match both my shirt and my new car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-114045969740242172?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/114045969740242172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=114045969740242172' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/114045969740242172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/114045969740242172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2006/02/stepfordization.html' title='Stepfordization?'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-113915117001651326</id><published>2006-02-05T06:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T06:52:50.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting my butt kicked, gratefully, though.</title><content type='html'>I made it through my first week back at work alive. Every muscle in my body is sore, though. I was kinda hoping since I was off for a couple months, they would give me a couple days to ride along with someone else to see if I could remember how to do this job, but no such luck. I guess it's like riding a bike. While my brain remembers most of the job, my body doesn't, though. I've lost some of the dexterity my hands and fingers had, so I'm finding handling my tools a bit awkward. I also have to get some of those nice callouses going on my hands again so I don't bleed as often, and my band-aid consumption will go down. The muscles that are complaining the most are my calves. They feel like rubber bands that could snap at any minute just from normal walking. They enjoyed their two month vacation, and now are trying to remember how they ever managed to walk the equivalent of 50 stair cases a day while carrying boxes full of tools, wire and supplies. While, I could go on, but I've reached my textual complaining limit for the day. On the bright side, I'm looking forward to getting my work metabolism and shape back, even though the process of doing that is painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God spring is on the way. I think I suffer from a bit of Seasonal Affective Disorder, because I feel lazy and tired all winter no matter how much sleep I get, and I crave large amounts of sugar and chocolate. I'm already feeling better to some extent now that more sunlight is coming through, and the fact that days are getting longer still also is giving me something positive to focus on to get me through the remaining snow-filled days. I just heard a chickadee sing "Spring's Here", I love hearing that in early February, such a simple and wonderful encouragement from God to me, and now anyone who reads this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-113915117001651326?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/113915117001651326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=113915117001651326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/113915117001651326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/113915117001651326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2006/02/getting-my-butt-kicked-gra_113915117001651326.html' title='Getting my butt kicked, gratefully, though.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-113847448044157914</id><published>2006-01-28T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T10:54:42.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My last day of getting paid to annoy Americans.</title><content type='html'>I've been praying since I got this collections job that I could find something better, or get my old job back.  I knew God would answer but I wasn't expecting it to be so soon or suddenly.  I got a phone call two days ago from SaskTel to offer me a new work term to start this Monday Jan. 30th as a technician again.  This time I'm being given an 8 month term, so this will allow me to build up enough hours to apply for EI if I get laid off for the winter when this term expires.  That way, I won't have to get a silly job annoying Americans by calling them until they pay their bill, so that I can pay my bills.  I will sure appreciate this job more now that I've worked in a job where I had to work extra hours to make up for not working on Christmas Day.  I also won't have nagging worries this time about whether my performance is good enough, since I'm being hired back for a second term, obviously the company feels I proven myself competent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I need to prepare for my last day on the phone as an evil debt-collector.  This will be the last day when I have to go to work feeling hypocritical because I prayed the Lord's prayer that morning (forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors).  Praise God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now thankfully, I will have many EDOs to come.  Maybe I'll give one of you folks a call in my newly regained leisure time. Talk to you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay, The Girl phoneman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-113847448044157914?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/113847448044157914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=113847448044157914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/113847448044157914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/113847448044157914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-last-day-of-getting-paid-to-annoy.html' title='My last day of getting paid to annoy Americans.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-113786938597832919</id><published>2006-01-21T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T07:42:39.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I need a babysitter</title><content type='html'>Joel left me yesterday to go be one of the old guys for a youth retreat. I've been pretty irresponsible since he's been gone. I stayed up until 2 am eating ketchup chips and drinking diet pepsi, then woke up this morning and had more ketchup chips and diet pepsi for breakfast. I felt guilty after that, so I washed it down with some baby carrots. I'm pretty pathetic as a single person I guess, I've said about 3 words outloud since I got home from work yesterday night and they were "i'm so weak". That was this morning when I went to get the carrots out of the fridge. I guess I'll heat up some lean cusine when I come home after work today so I don't repeat the same thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I don't have much other angst at this point, except the usual work-related angst. I work in the collections department for Sprint PCS, an american cell phone company. From the way I get treated by many of the people I call, it's clear that being a bill collector is one small step up from being a tax collector which we all know is the scum of the earth, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, thank-you so much for your call sir, you have a good evening and thank-you for choosing Sprint." (Even though you should now have your mouth washed out with soap for what you just called me, and you haven't paid your bill since October.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-113786938597832919?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/113786938597832919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=113786938597832919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/113786938597832919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/113786938597832919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-think-i-need-babysitter.html' title='I think I need a babysitter'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20836159.post-113700737257536627</id><published>2006-01-11T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T11:22:52.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inaugural post.</title><content type='html'>Hey folks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much time to post now, will get back to you later.  Started this blog mainly so I could post on other people's blogs.  Since I started reading some of your blogs, I've wanted to comment to or comfort or encourage some of you.  My first comment will be on Joel's blog, wanted to make his day by posting there.  Will make a real post here soon, hopefully complete with angst, and/or humourous reflection on something, proving that math majors can indeed write, and my degree is therefore useful in some small way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good day all,&lt;br /&gt;Lindsay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20836159-113700737257536627?l=isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/feeds/113700737257536627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20836159&amp;postID=113700737257536627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/113700737257536627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20836159/posts/default/113700737257536627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://isoscelesstorm.blogspot.com/2006/01/inaugural-post.html' title='Inaugural post.'/><author><name>Lindsay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05354131174551603654</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
