Study gives VoIP B+ for effort

Dearest Gentle Reader...
I'm trying to configure Skype VOiP for work. I can hear incoming messages, but I can't BE heard, although I have hooked up the head- & micro-phone unit.

I think my computer's microphone driver is not activated... it does not recognize the microphone part.

It would be a boon for communications if we could use VOiP instead of conference calls, which are so expensive.

Speaking of B pluses, that's what I got for each of my two courses in Human Anatomy & Physiology... This is the first week since the beginning of the year that I haven't had to go to school every day beginning with a letter "t".

There's a lot that I miss - the other students, the lectures, the labs, the friendships I made.

I will have two more classes this fall - the final prerequisites for the Diploma of Nursing, Accelerated program. If I pass, I will be a Registered Nurse!

I saw my dream car today, but not at my dream price! It is a 1964 Karmann Ghia red coupe (not just any old red, but a glowing, oh-so-very vermillion red!) BUT it costs $10,500 CDN. All I wanted was a closer look. From the road the price looked like $1,500, which was too good to be true, but IF true... WELL!!

Just looking at such an extravagent toy seems to trigger my husband, and we had another fight.

I am concerned because he is planning to make a large purchase on credit, and there is already a large debt load accumulated.

The widowed MIL was in for an overnight visit. She gave me, among other gifts, a clipping entitled "Eight Rules for my Teenaged Son". This is because our second son has announced that he is "going" with someone...

I like her, this sweet someone. But he has not yet decided on his path of life, has not yet gone to University... I wonder what his next step will be?

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Hello Gentle Reader...
My husband quoted me this article a couple of weeks ago.
He thought I was cheating on him.

I haven't cheated on him, ever.

I freely admit that I have noticed other men, and have even been attracted, even fascinated a little, but I don't take it anywhere.

Why should I?
I have my husband, my boys and my home.
I don't NEED more, I just need to enjoy what is already there in my life. Actually, being tempted and NOT giving in is purifying, and brings things that are real, and unreal, into sharper focus.

I may admire the Mona Lisa at the Louvre, but she's too high-maintenace to take home!

It's a gorgeous summer day, and I have the whole weekend off! Too bad my van died on Friday... Husband stopped to fill it with gas - just would not start again!

I got a transcript from college - I have an honest B+ for HAP One. So far, I'm holding an A average on HAP Two, but the big lab exam and cummulative final exam loom ahead.

I hope I do alright!

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There's no way my husband's depression is as bad as what these two women went through with their spouses.

But there are similarities.

Hub drinks. I find this makes his symptoms of depression worse.

He used to be a tee-totaller. When his cholesterol got high, I suggested a single glass of red wine in the evening, for his health.

Wish I hadn't done that, now.

Rarely does he stop at one glass.
Beer is now consumed as well, and in response to the high cost of purchasing wine, Hub has started making it himself.

It makes me nervous when he has a drink or two at a restaurant, and wants to drive home. I lost my cousin to a drunk driver!

Gentle Reader, sometimes I wonder what God has to do to get us back on track...

Welcome to Depression.com

I am ready to unveil my true confession...

I think my Hub is at risk of falling into depression.

He told me that he thinks that no-one wants him.
Not me.
Not his employer.
Not God.

I prayed HARD!

The next day, he got an invitation to try for a different, better position at work.
He came to visit me at my office.
I was so glad he had some good news.

I treated depression, after losing a baby by miscarriage, with song.

I don't think meds will help you unless you replace the depressed thinking with new thought-patterns that are not as dark.

I think this is why God can transform us when we give our hearts to Jesus and ask forgiveness for all our sins.

We become new creatures because our spirits are reborn, and we begin to think differently, and act differently.

Meds can pave the way to stop the bad patterns, but it takes daily happiness to maintain us in an undepressed state.

I am not perfect, but I am trying to create an environment where Hub can be happy.

True confessions -- St. Godard 170 (9): 1439 -- Canadian Medical Association Journal

Gentle Reader, it must be hard to be a Dr., especially through the internship...
My heart went out to all Dr.'s today as I read this article.
Doc, please do something GOOD for yourself and your loved ones, today.
I would not presume to say "Physician, heal thyself!"
But only, please keep well and be happy.

I was troubled today by true confessions.
(God caused "Don't Worry, Be Happy" to play on the radio at my darkest moment today to show his love for me. Thank you!)
That's why I googled the phrase, how I found this site.

I am at the stage where I have to make the first confession - to myself.

It's not a secret I've been concealing, it's more like I've been deluding myself.

More later...

The Friendship Page ..for every friendship!

I got a cute email about friendship from a former neighbour, a real pal...
Thank you...
I am grateful to get a message like this one.
I NEED a friend these days...

I have recently begun working M-F, 9-5 for a very interesting group, and I have found it a real fixer-upper!.
I am also working some evenings and Saturdays for a home health service, and I am finishing the Human Anatomy and Physiology 2 course (at last) on July 26!

I will miss my new friends, including the instructors, whom I count as friends...

Hub's step-dad, my father-in-law, has died...

Hub is dealing with some difficult issues including some related to work, or rather the lack of.
Things are strained between us, again.
He hasn't replaced his stolen van, so he is using mine, and I am borrowing my oldest son's car, so I can get to class on time.
This hasn't done much to boost one young man's joy in ownership!

However, I get to go to church every Sunday (answered prayer!), we have put in a little wee veggie garden, our Delphiniums came up, our homestay guest is great (did we tell you he was saved?), and my youngest son passed all his courses except Spanish...

I hope Hub and the boys will return to their choir and sing again soon.
The guys have practically memorized the soundtrack of "O Brother, Where Art Thou?" and an impressive repetoire of Weird Al numbers (the youngest's specialty). They sound good, considering the material!
It must be a guy thing!