What Did I Learn from my Crappy Weekend?

Hmmm....I thought as I drove to my cousin's dorm. I spent at least ten minutes typing up reasons that I had a bad weekend today on my blog. But here is something to think about. My cousin, Theresa, whom I was driving to give medicine to, had surgery in Savannah last weekend while I was watching a football game inside the student center in Athens. I've never had surgery for anything but wisdom teeth removal. The medicine I was bringing to her is for our grandmother who had to have it because she needs repair on her eyes so that she can continue to see without cataract issues, and the medicine is imperitive for the surgery. She needs me to get it from my dad to my cousin to her because medicine is really expensive. And I've never had to pay for prescription medicine. Or have cataract surgery.

This weekend I had to lose a total of $53 dollars between parking and two tickets to not see a football game. But I had $53 to spend in the first place. And I attend a university that provides things that I consider worth spending $53 dollars to attend. And I still got to spend it with my friends and boyfriend.

On Sunday I was absolutely miserable because I was sick as a dog, and Tom had to spend the whole day taking care of me. But I am blessed enough to have a boyfriend who is willing to spend an entire day of his down time from school taking care of me when I am lying in bed crying and miserable. He even gave me a back/neck/calf/knee massage because I ached all over. He helped me do the laundry. He got me medicine. He got me water and ice and SunnyD. And he wasn't even excited to get in the car and leave the virus-infected room he was cooped up in all day when he had to head back to Atl. And my parents have called me every day to see how I am doing since being sick. And the virus only lasted Sunday and Monday. And I was still able to read my Bible even though I missed church. And even though I don't want to eat or even think about salsa or cheese for a long time (I can feel a gag coming on as I type), that is definately a good move on the health scale.

This weekend still wasn't as I planned. It's not like I'm asking for a repeat. But I guess that while I was driving, God decided I should crash into a wall of gratitude. And I'm glad for that executive decision.

~Meghan

And now I'm sunny with a High
of 75
Since You took my heavy heart
And made it light
And its funny how you find
You enjoy your life
When you're happy to be alive
~Relient K, High of 75

Hear, O Lord, and be gracious to me;
O Lord, be Thou my helper.
Thou hast turned my mourning into dancing;
Thou hast loosed my sackcloth and girded me with gladness;
That my soul may sing praise to Thee, and not be silent.
O Lord my God, I will give thanks to Thee forever.
~Psalm 30:10-12

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Also, this is something I thought was cute that I saw a long time ago and then just saw again on Dana's wall....
WORDS WOMEN USE ...

FINE
This is the word women use to end an argument when they are right and you need to shut up.

FIVE MINUTES
If she is getting dressed, this is half an hour. Five minutes is only five minutes if you have just been given 5 more minutes to watch the game before helping around the house.

NOTHING
This is the calm before the storm. This means "something," and you should be on your toes. Arguments that begin with 'Nothing' usually end in "Fine".

GO AHEAD
This is a dare, not permission. Don't do it!

LOUD SIGH
This is not actually a word, but is a non-verbal statement often misunderstood by men. A "Loud Sigh" means she thinks you are an idiot and wonders why she is wasting her time standing here and arguing with you over "Nothing".

THAT'S OKAY
This is one of the most dangerous statements that a woman can make to a man. "That's Okay" means that she wants to think long and hard before deciding how and when you will pay for your mistake.

THANKS
A woman is thanking you. Do not question it or faint. Just say you're welcome.

WHATEVER
It's a woman's way of saying SCREW YOU!

HAHAHAHA....obviously a dude had to date a woman for a while, be married, have sisters, or be gay to write all this out so correctly. Unless, of course, it was written by a woman.