Random number generator. This is so cool! Here
I got my invite to Ravelry, and I’m ashamed to say it, I haven’t even looked at the site very much, just to apply for it. Cuz everyone else was doing it.
{ All the knitters in blogging world, Please Don’t kill me}
But today I will go have a peek at what all the commotion is about. here
This pan is awesome, and who doesn’t like the edges of lasagna and brownies? here
*From www.NotMartha.org
I have a freakishly long second toes, hubby always teases me about being able to use my feet as hands.
So I was going to rely on God until…
hubby took me to the store to get a prescription for the anxiety mentioned in previous post.
My heart had been racing all day long, no matter what I did, it wouldn’t stop. I got lots of good advice from friends via e-mail. * Could still use some more, if any lurkers out there want to comment…. :0
I got some Alprazolam, generic for XanaX.
I like that name, its cool looking when you capitalize the first and last letters, it’s uniform. Ok, I digress.
Until….I started freaking out about having to go to bed, anxiety sometimes turns into a phobia, and I really don’t want a phobia about going to bed. [Umm, Kevin, don't even go there..]
heart started racing, more, and by the time we are getting all tucked into bed, I’m shaking and having spasms in my legs.
So I took half a pill. Long story shortened, I slept like a baby for 8 hours +.
If I have to take half a pill for 14 days, well, I will, I have a feeling as soon as this thing is off, I will breathe much easier -literally-
And my charming, convincing self will convince the doctor to let me wear the REMOVABLE boot for the next 2 weeks.
**So please pray that the bone will heal remarkably fast in these 2 weeks**
Thanks to Stuart, my 14 year old is now watching this show:

and has made his own ’set’ or ‘boombox’
Kevin is getting Google alerts here, but I won’t tell you his settings, but mine are knitting, krislinatin, reformed theology and whorechurch. Just to see what I get…..
Drogo, Patron Saint of broken bones from here

Drogo
- Memorial
- 16 April
- Profile
- Flemish nobility. His mother died giving him birth, a fact that emotionally crushed him when he learned of it at age 10; he imagined himself responsible for her death. Later in life he practiced extreme penances, possibly to expiate this guilt. Orphaned in his teens. At 18, he disposed of all his property and became a penitential pilgrim, making 9 trips to Rome. Shepherd for six years at Sebourg, near Valencienne, France, working for Elizabeth de la Haire. Revered for his holiness. Reportedly able to bilocate, with witnesses seeing him simultaneously working the fields and attending Mass. Stricken with an unsightly bodily affliction during a pilgrimage, he became a hermit at Sebourg in Hainault for 40 years surviving on barley, water, and the Eucharist.
- Born
- 1105
- Died
- c.1186 at Seboug, France
- Patronage
- Baume-les-Messieurs, bodily ills, broken bones, cattle, coffee house keepers, coffee house owners, deaf people, deafness, dumbness, Fleury-sur-Loire, gall stones, hernias, illness, insanity, mental illness, mentally ill people, midwives, mute people, muteness, mutes, orphans, ruptures, sheep, shepherds, sick people, sickness, unattractive people
- Representation
- Benedictine with sheep
- *goes well with the mental illness and my fondness for coffee, not to mention unattractive people.
- And STANISLAUS KOSTKA

And last but not least, Sweet Anna Bella
Thanks for reading and praying for me, still waiting on someone to send me some scripture.
Today I have this;
1 John 3: 8the one who practices sin is of the devil; for the devil has sinned from the beginning The Son of God appeared for this purpose, to destroy the works of the devil.
My son has a t-shirt that says Born to Raze Hell! and under it the verse and this;
raze (raz), to level to the ground; to destroy; to overthrow completely, to obliterate.
*sidenote, a teacher told him he couldn’t wear it to school, hmmmm….
Blessings, Kristina
Would really love to hear from you, who read this, I need some encouragement!
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Hell is a bad word, Kristina–of course he can’t wear it! : P (We weren’t allowed to wear teeshirts at all!) [At least they don't give disciplinary hair cuts anymore.] But actually, those were the glory days of that school. Not the teeshirt part, but maybe there’s something to having some discipline after all, eh?
TBS boys used to grow long hair and goatees and get their ears pierced within a week of graduation. Now that that’s part of the required dress code, what do they do now to rebel? 0: )
they do send them home if they need a haircut. and you are just talking about Kris, right? Let it go, baby…. *snicker*
[...] Crazy Long Second Toe Krislinatin says she has a freakishly long second toe. [...]
Someplace I have an article I had written about how writers can use Google Alerts to easily keep up on a topic they write about often. They’re actually pretty nifty.
You inspired a new post–with pictures!
I’ll definitely be praying for the anxiety, the leg, and your son.
YES! I’ve corrupted another teenage kid! That’s my full time job you know.
and to think you get paid to corrupt young innocents, i guess it was my fault, he was watching the video on your blog when i was perusing my friends list. Thank you for the prayers, my friend, enjoy those babies of yours, they grow way too fast
I just wanted to let you know that I had the same issues with anxiety after I was in a car accident…I was on crutches with a horribly sprained ankle for about 6 weeks. Was not allowed to put any weight on it for 4 weeks…it sucked.
Praying for God’s Peace to help you out, along with the Xanax
Thank You Carrie, for commenting, seriously makes me feel better, knowing others struggle with [to me a silly thing] but its becoming clear, its not as silly as I think and lots of others have had the same reaction. They don’t tell you these things at the doc office. my friend told me {she has had 36 casts in about 3 years} that the cast will melt off in the shower, so even knowing that makes me feel less claustrophobic. Bless you my friend!
Meant to add, I definitely felt the same when my foot was broken, but I never had the hard cast, so I cheated a LOT. It was still horrible to NOT MOVE my ankle (I freak out about that with just the bed sheets tucked in w/o a broken foot), but… ugh, I will pray you can beg your way into the airboot again.
Love ya.
Tried to visit you, but da kid said you were leavin’.
I battled anxiety after I was diagnosed with Lupus. It lasted for about 3 months. I was put on Ativan for awhile. It helped a lot! I’m sorry you’re dealing with this. I had read that anxiety is our subconscious taking something rational and making it irrational but we’re not aware of it til we’re having a panic/anxiety attack. either way – it stinks! Praying for you now…
thanks for the note! yeah, its stated in the articles I read that its a flight or fight reaction to outside stimulus. I’m feeling better except I can’t sleep, too uncomfortable, so just loopy tired. the hair on my leg is starting to grow and get a bit itchy. blessings