My cholesterol is, to quote Dr. Mike, "a bit elevated." 209 total, and the LDL:HDL is "not where we like to see things either." Yeah. I am really not surprised, what with my diet and exercise habits this past month. So back to minding my P's and Q's which I have not done since before vacation. Recheck in 6 months and all that jazz. The win: not passing out when the drew my blood. Don't laugh; it has happened before.

In happier news, I will begin my new job with a squeaky-clean gut! I will visit the endoscopy center next Thursday. My husband is taking a rather unkind delight in this. Of course, we don't yet know his results...

Labels: health, life, random ramblings

There are two people in my household. One of us is faithful in certain areas of his (or her) health. The other has not seen a doctor in more than six years, and has not had a physical exam since he (or she) was required by the US government. No names, though. Ahem.

Today, this all came to an end. My Jonathan and I each had an appointment with Dr. Mike, our new internist. Good wife that I am, I made the appointments, filled out the necessary paperwork, and showed my darling man where to sign. (No excuses, you see?)

Everything went swimmingly; we each met with the good doctor and did the "visit to establish care" thing. Once we checked out and were in the car, I reviewed the particulars. Hmph.

Monday morning is blood work (to be expected), and our physicals are later in the week. This was to be expected. What I did not expect was this: Jon walks out with an order for blood work- four tests, and his phys appointment card. I walk out with an order for blood work- EIGHT tests (more tubes to be drawn from my poor little veins), an appointment for my phys, AND a referral to a gastroenterolgist for everyone's favorite procedure.

Hmph. Where is the justice?!!??? I suppose that Jon will tell me the lesson has something to do with a sliver and a plank.

Labels: Gripes, Jon, life, will she ever shut up?

1) Played Bunco last might with some dear girlfriends from church. Note: dried apricots stuffed with almonds are yummy. Note also: sometimes food can look unintentionally naughty. I brought the snacks in question to the Rock Star for his inspection-- he just shook his head.

2) I was not built for this heat. I have been listless, my gut is all upset, and I am praying for a break. The break should be here this weekend, just in time for...

3) Jon scored us a couple tickets to see Jane's Addiction Saturday night at Red Rock. Concert is outside at the pool. I am hoping this means we can at least stick our feet in the water. My favorite kind of show-- FREE!

4) Before said concert, we are going to grab a bite with a couple of Zappos peeps. I am looking forward to that as much as, if not more than, the concert. Frank and Fina's has some darned good guacamole.

5) Two movies in the last week: Get Smart, which made me laugh so hard that I truly thought I might wet my pants, and Hancock, which I enjoyed just as much, albeit more quietly.

6) Is this for real? Seventy million dollar suit? Speechless.

7) Tomorrow is doctor day for the Sin City Wolskes. I believe that my darling husband has not had a physical since he was a young teenager. It may have even been his INS physical, but I am not sure. I, on the other hand, have not been so remiss in my preventative care. However, I have not been had a GP in several years either. I figure it will not hurt me to become established with someone for that very rare occasion that I am sick.

8) I will start at Zappos on the 28th of this month. Beyond excited! A little unsure as to how well I shall fit into their corporate culture. Not sure I am quite weird enough or in the right way.

9) During this transition time, I am attempting to get things at home more organized. The heat is working against me. So is the internet. I think I might sue...

10) Vacation was everything I could have hoped for. The nephews are all growing and changing so fast. Only saw four out of eight nieces and nephews, but there is always next year. I need to get Jon's film sent off. I think we still have some from last year to be developed yet...

11) My husband says he could live on the Outer Banks. He knows not what he does... (insert maniacal laughter here) I will be in Vegas as long as my Gram is living in Yuma, but I don't know what will happen after that.

12) I think the words, "Aunt Kelly? I love you," are the sweetest sound in God's creation.

13) I think Phil Gramm may be right that we are "a nation of whiners." I certainly engage in more than my fair share. (See#2 above) I don't know that the economic slowdown is entirely "mental," though. {sigh} Is it January yet?

Labels: family, life, random ramblings, will she ever shut up?

He could try to deny it, but the proof is there each time I look in the mirror. It's in the deep-set eyes, the high cheekbones, the long face that runs to hollow-cheeked when I am tired. It's all there. It is in my hands and feet- the fingers and toes so long and straight, the instep high. Many who know me say I am my mother all over again, or even "Little Madge," but that is mannerisms. No, I may act like Mudder, and hold my head like she and Gram do, but much of the raw material is Dad.

Dad gave me his love of history, poetry, and Poe. In fact, he wanted to name me Lenore, a fight I am eternally grateful he lost! It is a lovely name, but I am not sure I could handle the knowledge that I was named after "the queenliest dead that ever died so young". (I never said the man was always practical!)

We both tend to favor American History, though he prefers the Civil War Era and I lean more toward The Revolution. One summer, our travel plans included a day in Gettysburg. We visited the Cyclorama and toured the battlefields. Each field is marked with details about who fought, whence they came, and how many casualties. About two thirds in to our auto tour, a voice pipes from the back seat, "Are we gonna stop and read every sign in the whole park?" I guess my sister wasn't feeling it like Dad and I were. (Incidentally, when I married Norm Wolske's son, I learned that he, too, has an aversion to reading placards. Rats.)

My father is a storyteller. He knows just how to pitch his voice, just when to pause, just when to whisper. I love to watch him work-- he can actually hold kids' attention with just a story. In our world of video games, and special effects, this is no mean feat. As his children are all grown and have yet to present him with any grandchildren, Dad tells his stories to children at church.

My father is an artist. He draws cartoons in the most unlikely places- margins of meeting minutes and agenda, the notepad next to the phone. His doodles are never boring.

With all that my father is, he is just a man. He has faults and failings just as any other. However, my father has done his job-- he has given me a tiny glimpse into how much Father loves me. The Bible uses many images to convey God's love for us, but one is enough for me. My father has clued me in to how much my Father loves.

Labels: Faith, family, life, random ramblings, will she ever shut up?

Most people who know me "IRL" know that I am pretty conservative, but that I am also very "live and let live." I prefer not to have the government telling me what I should do and how I should do it, therefore, I don't think the gov't should tell other people what they should do and how. I do feel, however, that each "right" I claim carries with it an equal responsibility. That is, is I believe that I have a right to life, I have a responsibility to honor that right for someone else (i.e. do not kill him).

I do not want the government telling me what faith I can hold or how to practice it; consequently, I have a very difficult time stomaching telling someone else if or how he can practice his. This all brings me to some word vomit on my jumbled thoughts and feeling about the news out of West Texas:

1) I reaffirm my belief that the government should be out of the business of marrying people. Many of the "evils"of polygamy (from a social standpoint-- I am not talking religion here) stem from the fact that it must by virtue of the laws of our land be practiced in secret. Because polygamy is illegal, those who practice are removed from certain protections. I am speaking specifically here of the coercion of young girls into marriage as a third or fourth wife to someone not of their own choosing and of the shunning and exile of young men (because they are competition).

2) I hate to see babies taken from their mommas.

3) I am disappointed, though not surprised, in the tone taken by most media outlets. There is possibly more to this story than s*x. Is anyone else tired of hearing about the bed found in their temple?

4) If there is clear cut abuse, and I do mean clear cut, then each victim should be protected and the perpetrators convicted to the full extent of the law.

5) The net cast by law enforcement is a bit broad for my tastes.

Now that I have opened this can of worms, I am curious as to anyone else's thoughts. Maybe it will help me make sense of mine.

Labels: civil rights, will she ever shut up?

(H/T to Gavin for the video)

I think I am a person of above-average intelligence. Truly. However, I fail to see where science and faith are mutually exclusive. My mother is a scientist; my mother is also the person who was most instrumental in my spiritual formation. One of the finest scientific minds I know (that is, know personally) belongs to a man of great faith.

Here goes the part where I alienate half (or maybe all) of the people who read my blog:

I do not believe in a literal seven twenty-four-hour-day creation. I do, however, believe that we were created. I believe that an evolutionary model may offer some insight as to how we were created, but not why. For they why, I must rely on my faith, simple as it is.

I do not believe that science and faith a re mutually exclusive. I do wonder, however, if science and religion are mutually exclusive.

This video has me chuckling, but it is somewhat bittersweet. I think Richard Dawkins has been gifted with a brilliant mind and a curious spirit. What is interesting to me, and a little sad, is that Dr. Dawkins fails to see the similarities in people of science and people of faith. Questioning, seeking, constantly searching; is that not the crux of his life's work? Does that not describe the journey of faith?

P.S. The Selfish Gene is still one on the most interesting books I have ever read.

Labels: Faith, Gripes, will she ever shut up?

So I have decided to try this from my phone. I am hoping that the
convenience will help me update more frequently. It seems that I am
seldom in one place long enough to get a post completed, with work
being the one exception (for obvious reasons, not an appropriate place
for blogging, even if I did have the time).

Moving on... There has been and continues to be much going on in the
life of the Rock star and me. We are both back in the land of
full-time employment (actually, jon is working more than full time for
now- trying to catch up our savings) and the cat seems to be missing
all the time she got to spend with her daddy.

Such is life. More ramblings and well-formed opinions to come (that
part was a joke).

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Kelly Wolske
Mojave Desert Dweller
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Si hoc legere scis nimium eruditionis habes.
Kelly Wolske
Mojave Desert Dweller
http://kelly.sincitywolskes.com