Posts Tagged ‘Apologies’
Stop right here if you want to read something that makes sense.
Stop here if you want to read something that is happy and light.
I’ve warned you.
This is an angry, p*ssed as H*LL blog that I need to plonk down before I flippin’ explode!
Is anyone else experiencing the friggen nightmare of VERIFYING your accounts?
I VERIFY when I sign in – up; WHY do you need me to do it EVERY TIME MICROF*CKINGSOFT UPGRADES???
I have no ZERO e-mail accounts I have access to. Yup: ZERO.
Well, okay, as of RIGHT now, I have TWO, and they exist because I created them not more than… well, probably an hour ago.
Am I happy about this? Oh yah, thrilled; tickled pink; couldn’t be happier… I’m a damn fine liar, aren’t I?
I now have the FUN of going into ALL of my accounts that used my e-mail and changing THEM; at least I can still do THAT… for now; I’m sure once Microsh*t reads this (cause, yeh, they’re going to… *rolls eyes*), I’m sure they’ll find a way to make me verify before I can switch.
I don’t know if this has to do with HeartBleed or not; frankly I don’t give a sh*t; this started with the download of 8.1 and has been the same nightmare that their ‘highly-touted’ Vista produced… anyone wanna bet that 8.1 is just VISTA re-packaged and shoved down our throats?
So, if you are trying to reach me, sorry, don’t have those accounts any more – and now? Now because I have to re-create new accounts, HeartBleed will INDEED have my information…
Anyone care to place bets that HeartBleed is a program developed by NSA??? (Yeah, I DO believe it.)
Well, sorry folks; not much to read except my frustration – yet again – of MS… can someone talk to my husband and convince him we don’t NEED MS??? There are LOTS of other options available, MS is soooooo outdated; even when it’s updated…
Have a great week… I’ll keep my fingers crossed that WordPress holds my VERIFIED account better than MS does…
So what’s up with the snow on the reader page?
Someone, I am assuming, thought it would add a ‘festive’ touch to December?
I don’t want to offend someone else’s design choice, but when it affects me, I feel that my only option is to criticise. It seems so innocuous, the little blobs of white slowly slanting from right to left across the reader page, announcing something or other.
What I get is, little blobs of white flitting across the screen.
I cannot take advantage of the reader while this goes on, it simply drives my eyes nuts. I will do my best to read your articles and presentations because they mean so very much to me; the insights, the warmth, the painful discoveries… but PLEASE do NOT be offended if I do not like or comment, it may mean my eyes couldn’t take the constant motion.
I won’t take up any more of your valuable time. I pray the snow doesn’t affect you in the least – REAL or COMPUTER-ANIMATED versions…
PS: If you could make it snow here FOR REAL…? I’d be willing to put up with the reader being unusable for a while… *grin*
Nope, not a misspelling… yet, lol.
My bi-polar is in full swing today folks.
I do apologise; mostly because I WANT to let the angry-side take over. It is so unbelievably frustrating for me to live in a household full of adults who can’t seem to follow a few freakin’ rules. I can feel my blood pressure boiling and pulsing right now I am so angry. And, YES, I actually want to STAY angry. Sometimes a righteous anger is cleansing.
Note Jesus when he came to the temple and it was NOT being used as a house of worship, but a common trading store. His righteous anger boiled and he ‘chased them with whips’.
MATTHEW 21:10-14 – N.I.V.
When Jesus entered Jerusalem, the whole city was stirred and asked, “Who is this?” The crowds answered, “This is Jesus, the prophet from Nazareth in Galilee.” Jesus entered the temple courts and drove out all who were buying and selling there. He overturned the tables of the money changers and the benches of those selling doves. “It is written,” he said to them, “‘My house will be called a house of prayer,’ but you are making it ‘a den of robbers.’”
MARK 11:15-17 – N.I.V.
On reaching Jerusalem, Jesus entered the temple courts and began driving out those who were buying and selling there. He overturned the tables of the money changers and the benches of those selling doves, and would not allow anyone to carry merchandise through the temple courts. And as he taught them, he said, “Is it not written: ‘My house will be called a house of prayer for all nations’? But you have made it ‘a den of robbers.’”
JOHN 2:15-17 – N.I.V.
When it was almost time for the Jewish Passover, Jesus went up to Jerusalem. In the temple courts he found people selling cattle, sheep and doves, and others sitting at tables exchanging money. So he made a whip out of cords, and drove all from the temple courts, both sheep and cattle; he scattered the coins of the money changers and overturned their tables. To those who sold doves he said, “Get these out of here! Stop turning my Father’s house into a market!” His disciples remembered that it is written: “Zeal for your house will consume me.” (bold & italics MINE.)
Do I feel MY anger is as justifiable as Jesus’? Err, no. And YES!
It is justifiable, but I should still release the hurt, pain and frustration I feel when people, (close family relations) ignore or subvert my efforts. I should. But I’m not Jesus, so I have to go on my knees and ask Him to release the grip Satan is trying to establish over me (and I am willing to let consume me). It’s a struggle, battling the WANT to knock their heads together and the URGE to toss those dishes they left scattered all over the house at them as they sleep.
But, by the GRACE OF GOD, I can find my happy spot. It doesn’t mean the anger and frustration is gone. It just means, that BECAUSE I can speak to God and hand this to Him, asking for His Spirit to forgive ME for my anger and to help me FORGIVE their lazy, ungrateful butts, I will not sit and stew all day. I GIVE it to God daily and He will change my attitude towards their constant ignoring of my requests.
This is so true. Sleeping with anger will cause a restless night and anxious days. GIVE IT TO THE LORD! Then, stop taking it back! Let the Lord deal with it. Just continue to praise Him and wait on HIS deliverance. Continuing to rant and rave will only cause ulcers and baldness. Justifiable anger is good. People NEED to know when they’ve ticked you off, even if it’s YOUR problem. But harbouring or gloating over your rage isn’t God’s way. Complaining and moaning to those who are outside of the situation only adds fuel to the misery. (It does clear your mind, though, as long as you SHARE your misery, NOT wallow in it!)
EPHESIANS 4:29-32 – N.I.V.
Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen. And do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, with whom you were sealed for the day of redemption. Get rid of all bitterness, rage and anger, brawling and slander, along with every form of malice. Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.
Dear Lord, I ask that You take my frustration and heal it. Close the festering wounds that I allow to open and that drives the infection deeper; cleanse me from my anger. Let Your Spirit wash over and renew mine that I may be more effective for Your kingdom. Be with all who chance to read this and remind them to release their problems to You so that You can add the freedom that comes from having the hurt, anguish, frustration, pain, misery; lifted and the peace from knowing someone else will be taking care of the difficulty; working behind the scenes. I ask in Jesus’ name. Amen.
JOHN 14:14-16 – N.I.V.
And I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Father may be glorified in the Son. You may ask me for anything in my name, and I will do it. “If you love me, keep my commands.
JOHN 16:22-24 – N.I.V
So with you: Now is your time of grief, but I will see you again and you will rejoice, and no one will take away your joy. In that day you will no longer ask me anything. Very truly I tell you, my Father will give you whatever you ask in my name. Until now you have not asked for anything in my name. Ask and you will receive, and your joy will be complete.
*happier now; Praise God*
- “My Father’s house” (part one) (sharperthanatwoedgedsword.wordpress.com)
- “My Father’s house” (part two) (sharperthanatwoedgedsword.wordpress.com)
- It’s Okay to not be Okay (sometimes) (imjusttryingtolive.wordpress.com)
- Bitterness, rage and anger (dailylivingministries.wordpress.com)
- Mixing Sacred and Profane (breadforthebride.wordpress.com)
- Trying to Figure It Out 103112 (mennonitepreacher.wordpress.com)
- Never Let Someone…. (highlyfavored74.wordpress.com)
- In: Holidaze
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Yep… the ol’ brain is firing misses today…
One…two…three…forty-nine…eighty-three…two-hundred-twelve…three-thousand-fifty-six… By the time the alarm rang, I could have knit three sweaters; fifteen pairs of socks; two jackets; twenty mittens; and innumerable scarves… If I could knit, that is… (and if I’d laid there that long…)
O Sleep, thou is a tempest tossing dreamers to and fro…
I SHOULD have just gotten up. It’s what I usually do; climb from the soft mattress, out from under snuggly warm blankets and head to the gym where I find something to use up the excess energy burning in my brain. I used to come straight to the computer, sit down and begin writing, but I found I was getting FAT… ugh! So, now, I’ve set aside eight hours to sleep. We all KNOW I only get, at most, three hours at a time, unless it’s a particularly good night, then I may get six! (What? You didn’t know that? *sigh*…Sorry…)
Anyway, I would wake up, my mind buzzing with plots or challenges for my characters, head to the computer and spend sixteen hours rewriting. (Okay, smarty-pants. Yes, I did/do get up for mini-breaks; and my regular exercise routine, an hour-and-a-half torture test, which I pass every day… I am in pain…) That’s too long to add an additional four or five hours to, so, now I exercise.
Did you know, if you hang on to the handrails of the treadmill you can actually close your eyes and sleepwalk!? LOL – I don’t recommend it for everyone, but on those nights when you’re tired, but your brain isn’t? It’s God-sent!
So this morning, at around 1:00 am, I’m sauntering along enjoying my stroll on the treadmill, minding my own business when the dog decides he wants in on the act! Okay, so now there’s the two of us marching on the treadmill (he does very well, he just heels and stays heeled…) If you’ve ever seen the TV show, The Dog Whisperer, with Cesar Millan you’ll understand; he does it all the time with lazy or lethargic dogs. I think mine sneaks out and watches the show, getting pointers and tips, when we’re actually sleeping…*grin*
So we finish that, (you can’t sleepwalk when you’ve got company), and I move to the elliptical. Well, he wants to try this as well. Not gonna happen my dear boy… If you’ve ever seen a puppy pout… I felt like I was the meanest mum… But when I tried to use the weights, he put his paw down; “NO, ‘member me? I wanna play too!” So, on the leash and out into the dark, windy night. Praise God, the rain stopped and the forecast thunderstorm has petered out.
Walking the streets at night is so peaceful! Far less traffic; WAAAAAY less people; the only thing you have to watch for are the coyotes, bears and cougars, and even they are smart enough to sleep at night! LOL
He was the happiest mutt, he doesn’t have to stay on leash at night, he’s allowed much more freedom, and he uses it! Tiredly, after five miles (I think he’d done ten or twenty) I called time, and we trudged home. Him, happily sleepy, going in, lapping half-a-bowl of water and crashing on his mat; (and then when he figures I’m not going to be using it, he crawls on my side of the bed and curls up.) I look at the clock and wonder if going back to sleep will be worth it, as I have to be up in an hour. Well, I guess the kitchen can do with a scrubbing…
I think I’ll sleep tonight… my brain is buzzing with activity so loudly I’m beginning to think I’m an apiarist (I think that’s the word I’m looking for, when you’re tired, you’re not as concerned with minor errors…pardon ME! Just had a sneezing fit…I have to find out what I’m allergic to! Argghh!!)… Which means I should have a very productive day of writing, (as long as I don’t re-check this…lol) and possibly get all those ideas out of my head so I can clear my brain for takeoff into the soft, fluffy blue yonder tonight…
I would like to draw your attention to this weekend, however. Reminding you of the joy we get to experience as we celebrate the greatest sacrifice of all time. Easter. Does it mean bunnies and chocolate to you? Or are you aware of the REASON FOR THIS SEASON? Someone loved you so much, before your great-grandparent’s were even THOUGHT of HE thought of you and sacrificed EVERYTHING so YOU could enjoy life now…and, even better, forever. Just believe; that’s all HE asks. That’s all… John 3:16 – For God so LOVED the world, that HE GAVE his ONE and ONLY SON, that whosoever believes in HIM shall not perish, but have eternal life… Don’t complicate it…
Above All – Crucified
Above all powers
Above all kings
Above all nature
And all created things
Above all wisdom
And all the ways of man
You were here
Before the world began
Above all kingdoms
Above all thrones
Above all wonders
The world has ever known
Above all wealth
And treasures of the earth
There’s no way to measure
What You’re worth
Laid behind the stone
You lived to die
Rejected and alone
Like the rose
Trampled on the ground
You took the fall
And thought of me
Like the rose
Trampled on the ground
You took the fall
And thought of me
PRAISE GOD…Thank you Jesus…
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Well… I am back, call off the hounds!
Although it did NOT go as GRAVATAR insisted it would. I have NO idea if Gravatar will work now as it required my WordPress password and said to REMEMBER that it CHANGED my password, so I could sign in to WordPress. Someone FORGOT to inform WordPress of this development and I had to re-set my password here again. Wonder if Gravatar is still going to work? I guess that’s the 64-million dollar question.
Then I ask to set up my Account Information. Fair, don’t’ch’a think? (I thought so!) Apparently they didn’t.
HAL: “Enter password khrys.”
ME: “What, again!?!” Muttering oaths and entering that long, confusing password I choose so it wouldn’t get hacked; hit enter; page changes; I see a bunch of blank spaces and I take a breath. (Probably shouldn’t have done that…)
Instantly a warning from internet explorer pops up: “Go here and you’re dead!”
Are you serious!? The ACCOUNT INFORMATION is NOT stored on a secure server???
Yah, okay. Let’s see. Hmmm… Well, I guess click ‘YES’, I DO want to view ONLY the items that were delivered securely. TOO BAD! Now, Internet gets in on the act…?
INTERNET EXPLORER: “Nope, can’t let you do that, khrys.”
ME: “Why NOT?”
(Bet YOU know what’s coming next…) Nothing. No explanation, just a page announcing Internet Explorer has decided, for my safety, to cancel navigation to the webpage. Uhm, thanks?
Nevertheless, I really NEED to get to that site. I NEED to know what information Yahoo is busily spouting about me that I haven’t had the chance to corral yet. After several aborted attempts, I give in and click help.
OH LAWRD!!! WHY do sites even bother with a help desk if they’re going to send you to a data-bank and request YOU do the work to fix your UNIQUE issue. IF I COULD I WOULD HAVE DONE SO ALREADY! *sigh*
Okay. I’ll play. Hmmm, how do I describe this issue?
- Can’t sign in? Nope, just suggests checking spelling and making sure I’m using the correct password.
- Can’t reach Account Information? Nope, suggests clicking Account Information. Uhm, thanks.
- Unable to change information? Nope, Go to Account Info…and so on.
- Continually telling me to do things that, really, BEFORE you HIT help you should have checked. (Kinda like telling you to unplug the appliance before servicing. Uhm, I carried it forty miles, I’m sure it’s unplugged.)
FINALLY, I spot the little, tiny, ‘IF ALL ELSE FAILS’ box, and click. YES! Now we’re getting somewhere. Okay let’s see, what do they want?
Hmmm. Enter info as I’m going along. Wants my postal code. Why? I haven’t entered it anywhere yet, how is it going to help you verify it’s me? Okay. Whatever. Enter fake postal code. Oh, wants the one for my work, too. Okay, another fake code. (Those are so easy to fake.)
Wants a lot of other info, but at least THAT’S not ‘starred’ so I can ignore it.
Now, after entering the EXACT problem, it (help desk) requests screenshots. Really? Why couldn’t you have mentioned THAT at the outset. You know, “Please have screenshots and exact addresses and a few drops of blood for analysis.” (Ok, so the blood is my idea…)
Well, I am afraid I won’t be able to get back here so I am just going to send what I have already and hope.
Hope for what, I don’t know. I do know I’ve heard nothing in two days, so, yup. I tried again. This time WITH addresses and screenshots. OH! Hey? Wait a minute? Oh, of course. Yahoo has glazed the pages so you CAN’T get a screenshot. *Blighters*. Well, at least I’m able to copy all the info “long-hand”.
Got an answer.
HAL: “Please sign OUT and then sign back in. Sometimes caches…blah, blah, blah…” Yeah. I know that. Already tried it. Idea TWO: “If the above does not work, please sign into these three sites and tell us WHICH ONE you’re having trouble signing into with your password.”
Errr…Could you please READ what I sent? My PASSWORD IS FINE! It’s the site that’s f*cked up!
Yet, again, I TRY their suggestions. And meet with similar results.
Although, finally, I was able to get in, change ONE thing, before I was again booted. Hmmm, maybe…?
By hitting ‘go back’ and such, I was able to change the IMPORTANT (TO ME) stuff.
Like sign me out after ONE day, NOT two weeks! I mean, really? The default is sign me out after TWO WEEKS? By then my account is hacked and I will no longer control it. I managed to include two, new, FAKE postal codes, so, now if they’re looking for me, I wish them lotsa luck. IN ADDITION, I managed to sign OUT…I think.
So, while I would like to explore and figure out Yahoo, unless their help desk comes through, I feel this will be one useless platform that will be deleted as soon as I figure out HOW to delete an account at Yahoo. (I am quasi computer savvy. I KNOW either what needs to be done, and don’t know how to do it. Or I have no idea how to do it and hope that by following instructions I will not be the only one left as the pool water drains.)
What probably irritates me the most, is that I follow ALL the instructions when signing up to something to AVOID these issues. I read all the articles, (do too!). Even when I signed up for WordPress, I ran into the same issue-type things. I worry maybe I’ve lost my ability to follow directions. At least, I believe the issues in here are now tackled and dealt with. I believe the only issue I now find with WordPress is HOW to find OTHER people’s blogs to read. What if I don’t WANT to read the ones they plop on the front, (which, by the way, once I’m signed in, I can’t find again.)
It would be very convenient when I clicked a topic, I was given a LIST of ALL the blogs that have chosen THAT topic as their ‘genre’, then, at my leisure, I could peruse and choose which I liked. I guess I’ll just stick with things the way they are for now and hope I can figure out how to find others in here – WITHOUT having to KNOW them first.
Anyway… thank you for watching over my blog and seeing that I returned safely! *smile*
PS: For that fellow who’s trying to write a thousand words a day, I just don’t understand the issue. this is almost, and will be by the time I’m done, OVER eleven hundred words. And this is just the FIRST thing I’ve written today. (Maybe I’m a freak?) Okay… tomorrow. Fuzzy Brain… How to shave it…
OH: HAL? He’s the computer in Space Odyssey 2000? Nothing to do with Yahoo at all. (1188 words.)
Suffering the mother of all headaches, she threatened everyone within hearing distance to, “Be quiet or else!” with the lights dimmed and a cold cloth on her forehead she closed her eyes and prayed for relief.
It was not to be, the story continued churning in her mind the nuances she thought she’d captured, now elusive as they worried themselves free of constraint.
“I’m not working on you today, leave me be!” she cries, shaking her fist in the air, determined to rest.
Slowly the darkness claims her as the magic little pills begin their job of dulling the senses. The pain lessens and she closes her eyes, her breathing slows and her muscles relax as she drifts into a restful slumber…
And, with the headache hanging on now for 72-hours, it’s time for me to do something about it… I am debating using the shotgun to blast my head off or choosing an axe to chop it off…any preference? I will spend the next few hours rewriting in my brain; only to be frustrated when I sit in front of the screen later to forget what I’d so cleverly decided to do…
Sorry that today’s offering isn’t really an offering at all; more a whine and belly-ache session… (wine and cheese anyone?)
PS: Tomorrow… will come whether I have a headache or not… and it will be Friday…Friday’s offerings are always interesting…to me at any rate…lol