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Friday, November 15, 2019

Testing a new post

This is only a test If this were a real post, there would be something here other than mindless babble and nonsensical blah blah blah. This blog may, or may not, come back to life. If it does, please tune into your local RSS channel for future updates and information. This concludes the test of this broadcast.
Posted by LissaKay on 11/15/19 at 09:44 PM in
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Tuesday, April 09, 2013

Monsanto’s Dirty Secrets and Lies

Monsanto has been working its way into the upper tiers of American federal government for decades. Now Obama has given them an order of protection to be able to continue messing with our food supply - without telling us what they are doing, and being held unaccountable for the damage done to our bodies by these altered, corrupted, hybridized, genetically modified, poisoned foods.

In other words, if you become sick from eating these genetically modified foods, you cannot sue for damages. But, you may not have a choice whether you eat these foods.

Veggies
Cancer, obesity, diabetes, heart disease, vascular disease, birth defects and pregnancy complications, brain disorders, mental illness, metabolic and autoimmune disorders ... ALL of these have their roots in the foods we eat. Do you, like I do, suffer from chronic illness caused by an autoimmune disorder? If so, you can thank Monsanto for that ... they put the poison in your food that has made you sick.

And even growing your own food does not help much ... Monsanto has a monopoly on the seeds we buy, which won't germinate unless you use their fertilizers, and which produce sterile fruit and seed which cannot be used to plant the next year crops - so we have to buy more seed from them next year. Only if you have a source of independent, heirloom seed and grow from them without commercial fertilizers and pest control, will your food be not produced by Monsanto ... and even then, they are moving to outlaw the sale and transfer of heirloom seed, so the only source we will have is theirs.

The Monsanto poison can no longer be completely avoided ... it is in the feed given to livestock, in the plants we eat, even in the water supply either from ground water run off or by direct addition of the poisonous fluoride - provided, of course, by Monsanto.

Agent Orange Orphans
Between 75% to 80% of the processed food you consume every day has GMOs inside, and residues of Monsanto’s RoundUp pesticide outside. But it’s not just processed food—fresh fruit and vegetables are next: genetically engineered sweet corn is already being sold at your local grocer, with apples and a host of other “natural” produce currently in field trials.



We can only hope to minimize our exposure to these toxic foods, but we need to know what's in our foods and have viable alternative sources in order to do so. Monsanto is going to fight our right to choose not to eat their foods every step of the way ... until we are too sick to fight or dead.
Posted by LissaKay on 04/09/13 at 11:08 AM in ~ Food
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Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Oh hey ... Hi There!

cleaning houseWow. This place sure is dusty ... and needs a good renovation.
I'm thinking this place needs a coat of new paint on the walls and trim ... and the furniture re-arranged. Just a total do-over ...

So, is my RSS still in anyone's feed reader still? Is anyone out there?


Posted by LissaKay on 03/26/13 at 12:27 PM in ~ Blogging
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Monday, May 02, 2011

This is a party I will skip

Pardon me as I make my exit from this party, I really don't wish to participate in a celebration of death.

Life is precious, whether it is an inconvenient fetus, a precious and welcomed child, a Godly and righteous Christian, a lost atheist or a global terrorist. We are all the same in God's eyes.

Now don't get me wrong, I am as angry over the atrocities of 9/11 as anyone else, as well as all the other terror attacks perpetrated by these savages. I am as harsh of a critic on Islam as anyone could ever be. I do believe that Osama Bin Laden was the mastermind and chief architect of 9/11 and bears full responsibility for the deaths, injury and damage he and his cohorts inflicted upon all of us - that is, the entire civilized world. And I believe that Islam is the antithesis of Christianity, and is evil through and through.

But as a Christian, I cannot and will not celebrate the death of anyone, especially not with the jubilant joy that is on display in the streets of America. To me, it is every bit as ghoulish as the Palestinians that handed out sweets after the murder of an Israeli family, killed while sleeping in their beds, all of them, including a 3 month old baby.

Celebrating death is not something civilized people do. Not even when it is justified and well-deserved. Yes, it is a good thing that he can no longer perpetrate evil in this world and cause further death and misery to those he deems his enemy. I do understand the dangers with capturing and imprisoning him. But killing him will change what exactly? Al Qaida will carry on, doing their evil in the world. A new leader will step up eventually and take the reins. If anything, Bin Laden's death will breathe new life into the fervor and rage of the Islamists around the globe.

Shortly after I first heard the news, I saw a post on Facebook from a pastor whom I greatly admire. He said, "Remember Beloved, God has no pleasure in the death of the wicked. Ezekiel 18:23." and "Harsh, godless responses to UBL's death are easy, not appropriate, natural, not spiritual. Watch your heart and tongue Christian."

Ezekial 18:23 reads: Have I any pleasure in the death of the wicked, declares the Lord GOD, and not rather that he should turn from his way and live?

Thank you, Pastor Steve, for helping me put to rest the conflict in my heart and to face this with a Christian attitude.

On the way to work today, I listened to K-Love, a Christian radio station. Many callers were sharing their thoughts. This one struck me, and I posted it to my Facebook wall:

Only one man's death ever changed the world, and we celebrated that a week ago.

"For if, by the trespass of the one man, death reigned through that one man, how much more will those who receive God’s abundant provision of grace and of the gift of righteousness reign in life through the one man, Jesus Christ!" --Romans 5:17


And this:

“Though I celebrate the fact that Osama bin Laden will never commit another act of terror, never bomb another embassy, never give another hate speech, never blow up another building, never train another terrorist, never hijack another plane, never take another innocent life, I refuse to celebrate his death, for to do so would be to embrace the same hatred that fueled these heinous acts.” ~Randy R. Reed©


In God's eyes, each one of us is both as righteous and as wicked as the next. We are all sinners, we all fall short of the glory. The difference between those who will see the Kingdom of Heaven and those who will not is not God's esteem for us, for he has offered each and every one of us the same gift of salvation, but that each of us has made the choice to follow Christ and be saved, or not and be condemned for eternity.

We should never, ever celebrate what is surely a lost soul being condemned to the fires of Hell. Over and over, the Scriptures tell us that judgment of sin is for God, and God alone.

[10] Why do you pass judgment on your brother? Or you, why do you despise your brother? For we will all stand before the judgment seat of God; [11] for it is written,

“As I live, says the Lord, every knee shall bow to me,
and every tongue shall confess to God.”

[12] So then each of us will give an account of himself to God.

(Romans 14:10-12 ESV)


Today, instead, my thoughts and prayers are with the people recently affected by the tornadoes and thunderstorms that tore through the South last week, and with the people of Nashville, who suffered horrific floods one year ago today, and as always, with those around the world suffering poverty, cruelty and terror.

God is in control, and His Will be done.
Amen.


Posted by LissaKay on 05/02/11 at 02:28 PM in ~ Christianity ~ My Soapbox ~ News
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Wednesday, February 02, 2011

Pragmatic Project Management

One of our clients is getting ready to make some upgrades in their implementation of the product we support. Prior to making these changes, they have analyzed all of the issues they have experienced, and with our assistance, found either resolutions or work-arounds and created an action plan. This particular bullet point struck us as rather amusing ...

5. Delay in execution of Report

a. Risk: Execution of reports have a long delay the 1st time you go into this module. Subsequent reports do not have a delay.

b. Cause: Report Logic and data is being cached into memory during the 1st report execution.

c. Work Around: Train staff on how to be patient. The report will run, but it may take a few minutes before you see the results.


We are hoping that they can share this particular training plan with us.


Posted by LissaKay on 02/02/11 at 08:26 PM in ~ Humor
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Monday, November 22, 2010

I want your text, baby ... or very serious undertakings

So, two of Rich's daughters are expecting baby girls within a few weeks of each other this coming winter. They decided to have their baby shower together, today, while the out of town sister was here for Thanksgiving. We've been crazy busy with the bathroom renovation and generally getting the house ready for the holidays, and I hadn't had time to shop. So, I went today on my lunch break ... and sent a text to Rich to let him know that I did so.

I'm thinking our communication skills are a bit .... lacking ..
Me: I went shopping on my lunch hour ...

Him: What did you get?

Me: Just a few little things

Him: Like ... ?

Me: VERY little things

Him: Like ... ?

Me: Like ... little pink things

Him: 😊

(Can you see where this is going yet?)

Me: Like ... little tiny, soft pink things with bows and flowers and frilly stuff that makes grown women go SQUEEEE!!!

Him: How about grown men???

Me: Well, the ones around here (My team is all men, 'cept me, of course) generally went "Hmmmphf!"

Me: A couple rolled their eyes

Him: ????

(At this point, I knew we definitely had a failure to communicate ... )

Me:

(A number of minutes go by ... )

Me: What the heck were you thinking???

Him: Lacy frilly undertakings!

Him: Underthings!

Him: I hate predictive text

Me: (After picking myself up off the floor, wiping the tears from my eyes and catching my breath ... ) Well, either one works ...



Posted by LissaKay on 11/22/10 at 04:39 PM in ~ Home Life ~ Humor
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Monday, November 01, 2010

Turn Around ...

Where are you going my little one, my little one
Where are you going, my baby, my own?
Turn around and you're two,
Turn around and you're four,
Turn around and you're a young girl going out of my door.
Turn around, turn around,
Turn around and you're a young girl going out of my door.


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Where are you going, my little one, little one,
Little dirndls and petticoats, where have you gone?
Turn around and you're tiny,
Turn around and you're grown,
Turn around and you're a young wife with babes of your own.
Turn around, turn around,
Turn around and you're a young wife with babes of your own.



Posted by LissaKay on 11/01/10 at 03:24 PM in ~ Family
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Friday, October 08, 2010

Do Over

Just in case anyone reads this thing anymore, I have updated the software that runs the site, and in the process, I am cleaning up the server and getting rid of some old stuff that I don't need on here. I will probably redesign the site along the way and get a better defined focus, Stay tuned!


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Thursday, June 17, 2010

God said Yes

The Bible tells us that God loves our prayers. We are to pray to Him our praise and worship, tell Him the desires of our hearts, request guidance and strength in our daily lives, and ask that He speak to us. The Bible also tells us that God can and will perform miracles for us, even today - He confirms and attests to us His love and our salvation "by signs and wonders and various miracles and by gifts of the Holy Spirit distributed according to his will." (Heb 2:4)

For the first time in my life, I have found myself in need of a true miracle.

On Memorial Day, Rich's youngest son was in a car wreck. His Jeep slid on a rain-slick curve and ran off the road. He sustained a head injury, in addition to broken ribs, lacerated lung with hemo-pneumothorax, and a minor fracture of his ankle. After a 90 minute extrication, he was rushed to the nearest trauma center. In the ER, he was responding appropriately, smiling at his dad and laughing with his best friend. Due to the knock on the head and the fractured ribs, he was taken to the ICU for observation. Shortly after arriving there, his level of consciousness started to decline. An astute nurse saw this and soon, Luke was being put under heavy sedation, intubated and put on a ventilator. A CT scan showed bleeding in his head and he had signs of increased cranial pressure.

While more than a little concerned, I felt assured that God had this under control. Of course I was praying for healing and recovery for Luke. The possibilities they were speaking of were very dire - the name for the injury he had is Diffuse Axonal Injury. A bit of research on the term revealed a very grim prognosis. Of those who sustain this kind of brain injury, 90% will never wake up. Of those who do, 90% will have major cognitive and/or motor deficits. Of the rest of that 1% the injury results in minor to moderate disability. When I read this, I felt like I had been punched in the gut. I prayed harder.

Wednesday morning, after I spent much of the previous night in deep prayer, the CT scan was repeated. Praise God in Heaven - the damage turned out to be very minor, limited to a small part of the brain and best of all, was not progressing. While he still had sustained the damage from the bleed, it was small.

Our celebration that Luke would be OK was short-lived however. As they started to back down the paralytic that was keeping him still, they soon found that his lungs were not functioning very effectively. After only three days on the ventilator, he developed ARDS - acute respiratory syndrome. His lungs were stiff, filled with fluid and could not transfer oxygen effectively to his bloodstream. They had to keep him on the ventilator and let his lungs heal - but the Catch 22 is that being on the ventilator is what made his lungs sick in the first place.

Over the next week, his progress went from 3 steps forward and 2 steps back to 2 steps forward and 3 steps back. We continued praying - seeking God's face and His divine guidance and reassurance. Rich got some answers, but I still felt adrift and useless. My faith sustained, I continued having faith that Luke would still recover, and I focused on being there to support my husband while he was there for his children and family.

As the days turned into a week, and Luke made little to no progress, in my prayers, I asked God to show me what I needed to do. Two things kept coming to my mind ... the word "supplication" and the verse Jeremiah 29:11 - which happens to be my life verse: "For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope." To this I answered, "Guide me, Holy Spirit, to do the works commanded of me. Use me as you will."

Sunday evening, I was preparing to leave the hospital when we were called back to speak with the doctor. He gave us the news that we had hoped to never have to hear, that Luke was deteriorating and was headed to what was eventually going to be his final respiratory crisis. It could be days, it could be hours. But there was little else that could be done. But there was one hope - a special bed that would allow them to easily change his position to prone, and rotate from side to side and tilt up and down. The chances of this bed working were small, and the risks in moving him were great. It would take several hours for the bed to arrive, as there were only three in the region. I believe Rich knew that he had to go for the only chance we had - having already placed Luke in God's hands. With my support, he told the doctor to go for it. Get the bed. It was already on the way.

The doctor also told us that it would be reasonable to gather the entire family at that time - even the children who were far away. One daughter in Birmingham, one in California, and even the son deployed with the Army in Iraq. The calls went out and local family began gathering at the hospital within minutes.

And then I began praying. I was begging God to not take him, that we needed him here with us. I said, "Your will, Lord, not ours, but please hear our prayer that he stay here with us - healed, whole and healthy. Lord, Lord, Lord ... please don't take him! Have mercy on his father, his mother, his family, and most of all on his beloved Lindsey. Please don't take him, Lord ... DON'T!"

Even as I spoke with Rich and the rest of the family, that prayer repeated unceasing in my mind. Then we were called back to Luke's bedside. He was deteriorating faster than previously thought. Though his oxygen levels were good, he was not perfusing well, CO2 was building up and he was becoming acidotic. They needed to move him to the prone position right away. But this would be an additional move, and another big risk of causing an irreversible crisis.

We had a while to be with Luke while they prepared for the move. God came down and weighed on me heavily. Hardly thinking about it, I just did it ... I went to Luke's side and layed my hands on his chest, and then I prayed.

I prayed with every ounce of energy, every fiber of my soul, and with every bit of love in my heart. Now it seems as if in a dream, all I remember is repeating the prayer over and over, "Your will, Lord, not ours, but please hear our prayer that he stay here with us - healed, whole and healthy. Lord, Lord, Lord ... please don't take him! Have mercy on his father, his mother, his family, and most of all on his beloved Lindsey. Please don't take him, Lord ... DON'T! In the sweet name of our Glorious Lord Jesus Christ, I pray!" alternating with that supplication that was demanded of me, "Lord, I know I am unworthy, my prayers are but a whisper, but I come to You humbly begging for Your grace and favor. We need a miracle for this child of Yours, please hear me, Lord, and grant us this miracle. In His Name, Lord ... I beg of you!"

Tears washed from my eyes in great torrents, I was shaking and my legs quickly grew weak, but I knew I had to keep on. I had God's ear and I meant to shout our pleas into it. The nursing team was moving around me, I was barely aware of their presence, yet I was taking it all in, every detail. One nurse's aid, despite the gravity of the situation, made jokes and laughed. I prayed for grace and compassion for her. I prayed for divine guidance of the medical team - "Lord, be here with us, work through the nurses, guide their hands so that no harm comes to Luke!"

Rich and I stood across the hall as they moved him, holding each other, still praying. And then it was done. His numbers were bad, and we all held our breath waiting for him to recover. The prayers were unceasing - "A miracle, Lord ... oh please grant us this miracle!" And slowly, but surely, Luke's numbers crept back up ... but we would still have to face the move, and risks, again when the bed arrived later that morning.

Although I was able to speak to others, I remained in this prayerful state. We finally retired to the family lounge to try to sleep, but I could not relax, and so I prayed.

They started calling other families back for doctors rounds at 7:30. They called us last, around 8:30. The bed was there and they were going to start moving him soon. It was a new shift of nurses by then, and Luke had held on in his face down position quite well. We had a glimmer of hope that the bed would be beneficial.

Again, as they prepared, I prayed with my hands on Luke. The same prayers, with some thanksgiving for the hope we had received ... the same physical and total emotional and mental involvement, with same dreamlike state as before. This time though, when the team was ready to start the move, they stopped ... and then they circled around Luke with us, we joined hands and were lead in a beautiful prayer by Jeanie, the clinical specialist.

It would take about an hour to move Luke, and due to the size of the bed, and close quarters in the room, they had us leave the ICU and return to the family lounge. As we did, a strange and wonderful sense of peace settled over me, and I knew in my heart that Luke was going to be OK.

A little while later, we went back in to see Luke in this huge bed ... hanging upside down, gently cradled in this crazy looking contraption, Luke began healing ... REALLY healing. Within a couple more hours, his oxygen was up at near normal levels, and his CO2 was dropping. His fever, though encased in the bed without the cooling blanket, came down to 101. By every measurement and number, he was doing so much better.

Three days later, as I write this, he has improved magnificently. The medical team is astounded. We again speak of WHEN Luke wakes up, not IF. The family that was called in from out of town, and out of country, is not here for the worst a family can face, but a celebration.

We are seeing a miracle unfold here ... the doctors tell us that Luke could wake up with cognitive deficits and possible long term or permanent damage to his lungs, which could limit his activities. But I firmly believe, and have faith that when God starts a miracle, he finishes it. Luke is going to be OK, really OK.

There have been hundreds of people called to pray for Luke, to ask God for this miracle. Hundreds of people obeyed that call. Their lives have been blessed. We are seeing this miracle. We asked, He answered ...

God said "Yes"


Posted by LissaKay on 06/17/10 at 03:38 AM in ~ Christianity ~ Family
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Sunday, December 20, 2009

Holiday Greetings to ALL of my friends

None of the cards offered for sale these days offered greetings that all of my friends would find acceptable and non-offensive, so I had to come up with a compromise. This should work for just about everyone ...


To All of my Liberal Readers:

Please accept with no obligation, implied or implicit, our best wishes for an environmentally conscious, socially responsible, low-stress, non-addictive, gender-neutral celebration of the winter solstice holiday, practiced within the most enjoyable traditions of the religious persuasion of your choice, or secular practices of your choice, with respect for the religious/secular persuasion and/or traditions of others, or their choice not to practice religious or secular traditions at all. We also wish you a fiscally successful, personally fulfilling and medically uncomplicated recognition of the onset of the generally accepted calendar year 2010, but not without due respect for the calendars of choice of other cultures whose contributions to society have helped make America great. Not to imply that America is necessarily greater than any other country nor the only America in the Western Hemisphere . Also, this wish is made without regard to the race, creed, color, age, physical ability, religious faith or sexual preference of the wish.

To Our Conservative Readers:

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year in the year of our Lord Jesus Christ 2010.


I love you all ... really I do!

Posted by LissaKay on 12/20/09 at 08:28 PM in ~ Holidays
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