As you can tell by that last statement, I'm trying to maintain my positivity. As grandma used to say, "Don't let the bastards get you down." Okay, grandma didn't used to say that. I wish she had. Usually what grandma said was, "Where the hell are my teeth?"
On a more serious note, I'd like to enlist my disciples in a little positive thinking for a couple I know. They're really great people and are currently expecting their first child. Last Friday, they went to Green Bay for an amniocentesis. Everything went well with the procedure, but when they got home, she started spotting blood. They've had a really rough couple of days, and last night, I think I convinced them to go to the ER. I don't know what the result of that visit was. I'm waiting to hear from them. But they are both very scared. The husband looked like a cast member of The Walking Dead when I saw him. They need hope. Please, if you have a few seconds today, say a prayer for them.
Sometimes God reminds Saint Marty that his life, for all the crap that's going on, isn't really that bad.
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Hope things are going better, though doesn't sound that way at this time. "My advice to you is to start drinking heavily"--sometimes Bluto Blutarsky is the wisest man in the room! Hang in there, m'friend...
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