Low Tech Solutions in a High Tech World

I had been a little remiss (about 9 months worth, oops) on scheduling my annual gyn check up. (No, this will not be a TMI post.) Leave it to me to find a gyno who specializes in, oh, shall we say, less than modern approaches to family planning.

I arrive at 7:40 for my 7:45 appointment and have a minute to read the doctor's brochure. Doesn't believe in any medical birth control intervention; encourages Natural Family Planning i.e. the rhythm method and advocates abstinence before marriage. Whew doggie, I'm gonna have some 'splaining to do with my IUD equipped, newly wed self. I almost just left, but that whole 9 months late for my annual exam thing held me still.

All in all it was as painless as any such appointment can be, but I don't think I've found my solution for long term treatment of my gyn health needs. There was an uncomfortable few moments in the office under the watchful gaze of the Virgin Mary figurine where I felt I had to defend my and my husband's decision not to have children. A little heavy first thing in the morning for my lapsed Catholic self.

The good news? It was in the network!

Happy Anniversary Honey

"I'd like to buy you dinner if you would allow me."

Who knew life was changing when that email first arrived in my in box. I still have it saved there. A keepsake of the first time you asked me out. I might have deleted it that August when we had our first fight, but I didn't and you didn't give up either and from there we began to really grow. In fits and starts at times, but growing nonetheless.

Now I really can't remember life before that email. How did I manage without my best friend? I think we've talked every day with but one or two exceptions since that first date. How quickly you became my constant, the first person I wanted to share things with, the last person I wanted to talk to each night.

Now we're married and still growing together and finding new ways to love each other. Every day seems better than the one before and I can't believe how blessed I am.

Never Wear Flip Flops to Church

I have nothing against flip flops. They are wonderful little shoes and they have a place. I have a snazzy pair of "dressy" flip flops that are a highlight of this summer's footwear collection. I wear them all the time. Wouldn't wear them to church, but that's just me.

Today I had the sad misfortune to attend a funeral. It was a sad remembrance of a life cut tragically short and too solemn of an event to talk about here beyond the footwear choices of a few individuals. Ladies: don't wear flip flops to church.

There is no dignity in the clip clop sound of flip flops especially in the silence of reverence. It just shouldn't be heard.