the case of the missing fingers

Notice the short post yesterday? Maybe not, but i did a 'time waster' because I couldn't use my fingers all afternoon...and some into the evening. Someone suggested that the lack of feeling and ablility to make my hands do what I wanted must feel similar to stroke victims who also struggle with use of their hands. This all stemmed from a steroid shot I had in my wrist that afternoon. That all by itself was almost worth the wait. (please note sarcasm) The numbing medicine made my hands disappear completely! Well, there was a huge burning sensation, they were bright red but they surely didn't work! I'm pretty sure that was the same as not being there! Try typing with one hand. Try buttoning or unbuttoning your pants. Holding onto things was a challenge. But as you can see, I'm back to typing again. The steroid hasn't "kicked in" yet but I could give it up to two weeks.

Hey, and we're camping this weekend, so I promise some fun pictures when we get back. (just what you wanted, right?!) "camping: the art of getting closer to nature while getting away from the nearest cold beverage, hot shower and flush toilet."

what kind of sandwich are you?

This doesn't seem to quite fit with my flower, but here I am as a sandwich!

You Are a Turkey Sandwich

Conservative and a bit shy, you tend to stick with what you know and trust.You are very introverted, and you prefer to blend in whenever possible.Though you may be hard to know well, anyone who does know you considers you a true friend. Your best friend: The Ham Sandwich Your mortal enemy: The Tuna Fish Sandwich

http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofsandwichareyouquiz/" >What Kind of Sandwich Are You?

One more Tulip Festival blog

Hey, can I get away with posting a few more fun pictures from the tulip festival? I took over 200 pictures and some of them are actually kind of cool. I filled up a whole CD when I copied them. The last thing that we enjoy about the festival that the regular guys miss is the community worship service on Sunday. The 12 churches in town gather together in Windmill park and worship together. Every year one of the pastors from a local church preaches, and one or two of the churches 'host' the event. By that, they provide the music and any special. This year the pastor of the Baptist church preached and it was wonderful! He took his message from Luke 18 and preached about the Pharisee and the tax collector. You remember the story...The Pharisee stood up in the temple and thanked God that he wasn't like everyone else, a sinner. Especially he wasn't like the tax collector. While the tax collector beat his breast and confessed his sin before God. The pastor's message was very appropriate for a community like ours. How Pharisee like we have been perceived. Justly so, I'm afraid. His message was very pointed, yet diplomatic. Something I cannot neglect to take to hearT