Bitter Thoughts...

Ok it was brought to my attention that I may sound a little bitter. A little harsh or unforgiving perhaps? I admit I do have bitter moments (he he ok sometimes a lot of those moments make a complete day)and having a computer blog at my disposal may or may not be the best idea. I'm just amazed that he...Oh lets call him Big Red...is mad at me because I haven't cleaned the house. Now please keep in mind that I have not lived there in over 3 months. Big Red has completely trashed the house at this point...in the name of putting new cabinets in there has not been a kitchen sink installed in over 4 months. Big Red has resumed smoking in the house again...All the kitchen plates, cups etc are arranged on the pool table... Weeks of newspapers are sitting around...tools everywhere. And I am supposed to clean it up when he can't even refrain from starting new female relationships? Yes I'm a little bitter today but I continue to forgive Big Red because that's what God commands me to do...God doesn't say I have to tolerate his unfaithfulness...and God will in time heal my heart and take away my bitterness...

On a related note Big Red told me that the cell phone bill is wrong because he cut contact with (20+ friend)her because her marriage is in trouble. I inquired as to how he knew this without having any contact? He said from her husband and her sister...Makes me think Hmmmmmmmmmmm....Coincidence?

I received this the other day and it put things in my life a little in perspective. Work and all...
Having a bad day at work? Not after you read this . . .Rob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in Louisiana. He performs underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs.Below is an e-mail he sent to his sister. She then sent it to Laughline,who was sponsoring a "worst job experience" contest. Needless to say, she won.
Hi Sue,
Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother.Last week I had bad day at the office. I know you've been feeling down lately at work, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you to make you realize it's not so bad after all. Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must bore you with a few technicalities of my job. As you know, my office lies at the bottom of the sea. I wear a suit to the office. It's a wetsuit. This time of year the water is quite cool. So what we do to keep warm is this: We have a diesel powered industrial water heater. This $20,000 piece of crap sucks the water out of the sea. It heats it to a delightful temperature. It then pumps it down to the diver through a garden hose, which is taped to the air hose. Now this sounds like a darn good plan, and I've used it several times with no complaints. What I do, when I get to the bottom and start working, is I take the hose and stuff it down the back of my wetsuit. This floods my whole suit with warm water. It's like working in a Jacuzzi. Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my butt started to itch. So, of course, I scratched it. This only made things worse. Within a few seconds my butt started to burn. I pulled the hose out from my back, but the damage was done. In agony I realized what had happened. The hot water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped it into my suit. Now since I don't have any hair on my back, the jellyfish couldn't stick to it. However, the crack of my butt was not as fortunate. When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the jellyfish into my butt. I informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over the communicator. His instructions were unclear due to the fact that he, along with 5 other divers, were all laughing hysterically. Needless to say I aborted the dive. I was instructed to make 3 agonizing in-water decompression stops totaling 35 minutes before I could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry decompression. When I arrived at the surface, I was wearing nothing but my brass helmet. As I climbed out of the water, the medic, with tears of laughter running down his face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to rub it on my butt as soon as I get in the chamber. The cream put the fire out, but I couldn't crap for 2 days because my butthole was swollen shut. So, next time you're having a bad day at work, think about how much worse it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your butt.


Well it does seem like things could be worse...