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Sunday, June 28, 2009

My Mom's Story of Healing

*This is my Mom's story of physical healing. I wanted to share it with all of you because it is one of the most tangible evidences in my family's life of God's goodness, mercy, and grace. The greatest evidence of that in our lives is that He reached down and saved us, when we didn't deserve it. In the same way, he touched my Mom and healed her in a MOST dramatic way. The difference we saw in her pre-healing/post-healing was EXTREME! She literally could not get around before...well, I'll let her tell you the story. Be blessed as you read about a miraculous act on the part of our good and gracious God.

"My Journey to Healing" by Cindy Seay

My journey began with a decision in 2005 to go forward with a total knee replacement. It would be the 7th surgery on my left knee. I spent many hours in prayer and did all the research before making the decision to have the surgery. I was convinced that God had given me permission to go for it.

Days before my surgery brought anxiety and even fear. I am not usually one to panic so this was new to me. I prayed a lot and talked with close friends. Both brought reassurance and peace. I was able to confess out loud that God is Sovereign – in Him alone I put my trust!

I had some very specific prayer requests before my surgery –
1. That I would not be “freaked-out” the morning of surgery – that I would be filled with PEACE!
2. That the nerve block would not be painful
3. That I would wake easily from anesthesia

The day after surgery I wrote in my journal…
"Finally I am past the surgery that I have both anticipated and dreaded for a long time. Of the 3 specific prayer requests – God answered all of them in amazing ways.
• I had an amazing peace when I woke up the morning of surgery and it continued after I got to the hospital. No panic!
• I don’t remember anything about the nerve block.
• I woke up from anesthesia with absolutely no difficulty. This is a huge miracle for me.
I stand in awe of a mighty God who hears and answers my prayers."

Two weeks later I wrote in my journal of unimaginable pain, tortuous physical therapy and an inability to read or write due to severe nausea. I wrote this…
“I had hoped for some incredible spiritual experiences during my recovery but all I have been able to do is try to survive.
I have to believe that God has more in store for me.
Lord, help me to be quiet, rest and wait on you.”

After this, I continued to have pain and ultimately another surgery 5 months after the knee replacement. The recovery from that surgery was horrible and from that point on I was never free of pain. A couple of months later I found myself at the very bottom. My health in general was falling apart due to the chronic pain.
Doctors had no answers and God continued to remind me that He was my answer. There were countless numbers of people praying for my healing. Some came to my home and laid their hands on me as they prayed for God to relieve my pain and heal me.
There was so much I wanted to learn spiritually during this time but I still could not read my Bible or write in my journal. God revealed to me that if I journaled at this point in my journey I might manipulate the words and would miss what He was teaching me. And so I waited and prayed and cried. Pain was consuming my world. There was no comfort – there was no sleep – everything was hard.

Then, one Sunday morning during the prayer time, I felt the Lord say to me, “Are you ready to receive my healing?” My heart broke and I asked God to show me what this meant. Over the following weeks the Lord began to reveal to me that there was a process and a preparation for healing. I continued to wait and search for God’s process.

After waiting 7 weeks to be seen by a specialist and receiving no real answers, again the Lord said, “It is me you need, no one else!” By this time we were approaching a trip that had been planned for a very long time – a trip to California for a worship ministry conference. I whined and complained and begged Ed to let me stay home. I just didn’t know how I would do it. Ed, who is always sensitive to my needs, said that the tickets were non-refundable and insisted that I needed to go. We would see California in a wheelchair. I was not happy but I yielded to his leadership.

We left on a Wednesday morning, with Steve and Holly Ray. We worked our way through the airport with a wheelchair. I was so sad that the other 3 people with me were going to be stuck with a cranky invalid in California.

Wednesday night we went to the first session of this conference and immediately encountered the presence of the God. We had an amazing worship time and my spirit was truly refreshed. Earlier that day, I felt the freedom to journal just a few words. This was the first journal entry since a couple of weeks after my surgery. That journal entry went like this…
"I feel that I have been drowning in words and emotions that so needed to overflow from me to paper, but God has not allowed me to journal until now. I do so today with great care. I don’t want to twist any truth about lessons learned during this journey to make them more palatable. I stop now to pray that the words I will write here will be from the Lord and not a humanized interpretation of what God is doing in my life."
I went on to list some of the things that God had revealed to me during this time and trust me, there were many lessons. The very last words I wrote were these,
“Help me to not be afraid of healing!”
As I re-read these words, I don’t even remember writing them. I had never verbalized this fear, though I had struggled with many issues related to healing.

The next day was a long day and I was in a lot of pain. I went back to the hotel in the afternoon to get some rest and somewhat begrudgingly, went back that night for a worship service that I knew would be mostly in Spanish.

From the moment we entered the building that night I sensed the presence of the Holy Spirit, even through the chaos of more than a thousand people eagerly making their way to their seats. The worship time began in Spanish and we were surrounded by Spanish-speaking people on all sides. We found ourselves completely given over to worship and were singing confidently in Spanish. We were a people that night of one language. It was more than amazing!

Later, we all agreed that there were times that we thought we could have spoken fluent Spanish that night through the power of the Holy Spirit. I can only imagine how the apostles must have felt the night of Pentecost. During this part of our worship time, the Hispanic man sitting next to Ed leaned over to him and told him that he had a word from the Lord for him and this is what he said -
“The thing that you have been willing to receive but have not truly sought will be given to you soon.”
How great is our God! He knew the struggles we faced in our faith and chose to give healing even in the midst of those fears.

I couldn’t really tell you much else about the worship except that we were totally at the feet of Jesus and unaware of anything else going on around us. During the last half of the evening Brian Doerksen led us in ENGLISH worship. We actually felt a sense of disappointment that we would now sing in English because we had already had such an incredible time of worship – how could it get better.
Brian is truly a minister through music. He has had much hurt in his life with two sons who have severe birth defects and other losses. His music and his ministry that night reflected a heart of joy in the midst of pain.

As the service began to come to a close, I was sitting and praying. The pastor came to the microphone and called us to a time of prayer. The only thing I really remember hearing him say was “Someone in this room tonight needs healing”. I remember thinking to myself – I bet there’s more than one person in this room in need of healing. I returned to a sweet time of prayer and at some point realized that Ed, Steve and Holly all had their hands on me praying for my healing.

From that point, the service seemed to end abruptly. Ed left to go get the car, which had been his routine since I couldn’t walk far. As I stood up to walk out of the sanctuary I sensed the Spirit say to me –“If you use your cane to walk out of here you will be in disobedience”.
I found myself saying this out loud and Steve looked at me and said “then don’t use it!” It wasn’t until I took several steps that I realized that I was pain free.

The night before as we tried to exit the sanctuary, I was almost knocked down a couple of times, so the thought of maneuvering through the crowd was a little overwhelming. The enemy tried to convince me that I couldn't do it, but I did. We got in the car and no one knew what to say. Ed asked about the cane and I told him what I felt the Spirit say to me and we all then sat in silence. The silence was not uncomfortable – it was more of a time of reflection on what we had experienced in worship and an excitement for apparent healing.

We stopped at Starbucks on our way back to the hotel. Ed asked me if I planned to use my cane to walk in and I said "NO!". We went in, had our coffee and again did not really talk about it. We mostly just sat smiling and reveling in our time at Jesus feet. It was a “holy ground” time and to try to define it with words was impossible.

I slept amazingly well that night for the first time in many months. My first real sense of healing was when I got up in the night to go to the bathroom. I was usually in a lot of pain when I first stepped on that leg and was always fumbling for my cane. I got and walked pain free. I went back to bed and immediately went right back to sleep. As I look back I would have thought that I would have laid awake all night in amazement. God was so gracious to give me sleep that night.

The next morning we walked out of the hotel to meet Steve and Holly “cane-free”. They both stood at the car and watched in wonder at how easily I was moving. That day was an amazing one. The conference was over that afternoon. At the beginning of the trip we had encouraged Steve and Holly to decide what they wanted to do in LA on our off-day since they had never been there. They wanted to go to Universal Studios but feared that it would be too much for me. I had assured them that I would get a wheelchair and it would be fine. Little did we know that just a few days later I would be walking all over Universal Studios. We spent over 7 hours there and I walked the whole park, stood in lines and rode fast rides. It was amazing! I can’t tell you how excited I was! This was the first time that I could move around and walk easily in almost a year. By the afternoon, we could no longer contain our excitement. I had been healed and 7 hours at Universal Studios was proof!

I can’t begin to tell you how this has affected me. It is powerful and overwhelming even now, 3 years later. It has changed who I am. It has changed my perception of God. It has caused the Word of God to come alive to me and I feel that I have a responsibility to share what God has done. God has a greater purpose for my healing – it is not about me!

It is about this church and many others who need to know that God still heals. It has led me to a search for truth in His Word about the ministry of the Holy Spirit and how we have fallen short of believing the Word.

Romans 11:33-36
33Oh, the depth of the riches of the wisdom and knowledge of God!
How unsearchable his judgments,
and his paths beyond tracing out!
34"Who has known the mind of the Lord?
Or who has been his counselor?"
35"Who has ever given to God,
that God should repay him?"
36For from him and through him and to him are all things.
To him be the glory forever! Amen.

During the months of intense pain I prayed for healing and many of you faithfully prayed for my healing. But I have to admit that, though I desperately wanted to be healed, the whole idea was very scary to me. I felt unworthy – my problem was not nearly as serious as those who have terminal illnesses – why should I be healed when they had not. And what if God didn’t heal me? What would people think? - that I had a lack of faith or that there was unconfessed sin in my life.

Eventually it all came down to 2 questions…
1. Did I believe that God could heal me? ABSOLUTELY!
2. Did I believe that God would heal me? Honestly - Not really.

First, He said… "Are you ready?" This required that I do a heart check. I prayed Psalm 139:23-24 … "God, please take your highest powered spotlight and shine in into every corner of my heart and show me if there is anything there that is offensive to you."
I knew that I needed to be ready with a clean heart.

Secondly, I had to be willing to receive. This required faith to believe that God could heal me. James 5:15 says that a prayer offered in faith will bring healing.
As I explored this process, I discovered what I believe about healing...

It is a deliberate act of God – not a result of the natural order of life, such as the sunrise and the sunset.
It is the result of an intentional touch from God.
I believe that it happens as a result of intense and persistent prayer and a faith that is willing to receive it.
But most importantly, it is meant to glorify God.

I am not worthy to receive His healing – I am not special because He healed me. For His own purposes, God chose to heal me.

I pray today that through my healing God will be revealed to you in a whole new way.
Please know that there is no illness that is too small – nothing that is too unimportant to place before the Father.
Even now I pray that you will take a moment to consider what is happening in your life that needs healing. Are you ready to receive His healing?

Friday, June 26, 2009

Nurse Needed: You can help!

Behind every good doctor, is a good nurse.
Well, at least the doctor hopes he has a good nurse. It makes all the difference in the world! Every doctor and ever patient knows that.
I think Rusty is fabulous, but if he doesn't have a strong staff, people will leave dissatisfied with their care.
We have had a wonderful nurse with us for the past few years!!!
If you're our patient, you know Gabbie, and she's been a treasure to our practice.
But Gabbie's husband is a pastor and they have been called to a church in Illinois.
They've decided her commute would be too much. Whatever.
So we are in desperate need of a wonderful nurse, soon!
I'll have to say, one of the best things about Gabbie has been her heart for ministry in our office.
Rusty and Gabbie met on a mission trip where they worked together, and they knew doing ministry at home would be profitable for the kingdom! Gabbie gave up her much higher paying hospital position to work alongside Rusty, and minister to patients.
I have written on here before, I couldn't be more proud of my husband's ministry through medicine.
What I love about him is he has never separated the Godly man, leader, servant, and teacher he is to us at home from who he is at work.
He holds the Truth of the Gospel up in his life, wherever he goes.
He has made Abundant Life Family Practice an outpost for the gospel, fearlessly (from my perspective- he appears fearless! That may not always be so!) sharing the gospel and praying with patients, giving spiritual questionnaires to every new patient, and even sharing spiritual answers to their physical problems. (They get a little more than they come in for sometimes.)
Gabbie has been in step with with him in ministry every step of the way.
This does not make our practice perfect. It doesn't mean they don't make mistakes or have bad days. But their desire is to share Christ, and I'll confess my own sin...it makes me a little nervous sometimes.
Rusty will come home and tell me about an exchange with a patient in which he boldly shares Truth, and I am thinking...the law suit is coming. Surely, we're going to get sued for this stuff.
But so far, God has totally protected us. He's so good!
If you know of someone who would be interested in our office, let's talk.
I'm praying God would use this to get the word out to just the right person.
So pass it along. And if you've been blessed by our office, please take a moment to pray for God to grant us the staff member we need. Thanks!

Monday, June 22, 2009

Price Matching

FINALLY, I'm lowering my grocery bill. I didn't think it was possible.
It was looking hopeless. My grocery bill was climbing, and I could only see it climbing steadily from now until they all go to college. It was starting to make me feel sick each week, dreading the total as we checked out each week.
I have been so challenged over the last year by some amazing women in my church who know how to stretch a dollar and find amazing deals. I think some of them have grocery stores paying them. They should wear capes while they walk around those stores with their coupons, calculators, and sales pages.
So I got in the game.
I feel like grocery shopping has become a game show.
I wasn't sure which route to take on this money saving game.
I've actually tried a few different things over this year.
I think I found the thing for me.
Did I just say Wal-Mart? I know, I know...
It works, but there are pros and cons, of course.
If you don't do this or know about it, I will break it down for you.
Price Matching means that you check all the sales ads in the paper that come out on Wednesdays. I check the Kroger, HEB, and Albertson's sales pages.
I didn't know this until I read this on Kyle McVay's blog about a year ago...but Wal-Mart will match the sales prices of any other store in town!!!!
I have found that this excludes in-store coupon deals, and buy 1 get 1 free deals.
But if Fuji apples are on sale for 88 cents at Albertson's, then Wal-Mart will give you that price. (That's actually one of the great deals this week that saved me more than $2 in apples.)
All you have to do is show them the add and match the exact brand, or if it's for the Kroger brand or HEB generic brand, then you have to have the Wal-Mart generic brand.
If they don't have the same size or brand, it doesn't work.
But most of the time, it's worked for me so far.
I've saved a large chunk of money doing this, plus coupons, plus Wal-Mart has the cheapest prices on almost everything that we buy of all the stores.

You're at Wal-Mart.
This is huge. It took me a year to get over this hurdle.
I try to go super early on a Sunday morning, or some other low-traffic time, if there is such a thing at Super Wal-Mart.
Also, the produce is stinky. I had to get my lettuce and a few vegetables at HEB this week. I am big on salad and good, fresh vegetables in salad and to grill, so if they're not looking good, I'd rather get them elsewhere.
Also, they don't double or triple coupons, so if you are awesome at the coupon thing, and you know how to double and triple them, you can't do that at Wal-Mart.
I'm getting fairly good with coupons, but not as good as the experts.
But Wal-Mart's prices on everything I'm buying is so cheap, that saving on certain items at Kroger but paying inflated prices for everything else on my list wasn't working for me.
Also, Wal-Mart is a new store to me and I don't know where anything is, but there is no one wandering around to help you. Even if you find someone who works there, they have NEVER ever known where the item I was looking for could be found. You're basically on your own. If you can't find it, you can't buy it.
Lastly, I think the people behind me in line this past week had every right to hate my guts.
The first few weeks I went, it was early in the morning, and it went smoothly with my checker. However last week, it was Saturday afternoon, and my checker was a little thrown off. So it added a lot of time to my check-out and I felt horrible for the people waiting behind me.

I have saved about $50/week so far doing groceries this way.
That's potentially $200/month.
The first time Rusty did this with me, we were searching everywhere for Craisins, which were naturally found right next to the diapers...sure...and we'd been searching everywhere, and Rusty said "Is this really worth it?"
I said I didn't know, we were going to check out and find out.
But I paid less than $100 for groceries for the first time in years!!!! So I decided yes... it was worth it.
I feel like I'm getting away with something.
I feel so smart.
I really want to tell people next to me when I'm picking up Pillsbury items for 88 cents each that they too can save $1 on each can if they want to!!! Or they can get a 4 pack of Angel Soft for only $1!
All the deals in town, I can get in one place.
This is sounding like a commercial.
It's not, because I still hate Wal-Mart, and I think that some kids in sweat shops somewhere are making those cheap clothes they sell.
But I am a bit on a grocery high on the way home, checking my receipt, seeing the great deals I've made.
I'm still fine tuning how to organize my list and make this as quick as possible, and if any of you have great tips, I'll take them!
I'm thinking with all this money we're saving, we can take a vacation to Mexico, right?

Thursday, June 18, 2009

The Story of Jax

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Jax was born on June 19th, 2002. Emma was less than two years old and my surprise baby had been persistently giving me pre-term contractions that were concerning to both us and my doctor. For six weeks I had been sitting on our couch on "bedrest" (which basically means I was on house arrest with a rambunxious Emma toddler) ballooning out, puffy and swollen, hooked up to an IV giving me some sort of speed that slowed my contractions but made me jittery, irritable, and super-tired of being pregnant. At 37 weeks I was taken off the IV drugs and my Doctor allowed me to contract away.
And I did.
But he still didn't come.
So, ironically, I was induced. Mostly because I'd had a hellacious marathon labor with Emma. We thought that girl would never come out.
So on this night, seven years ago, I had that panicked feeling.
Some of you know what I'm talking about...I'd been wishing for this baby to GET OUT for weeks and weeks, and suddenly, I was hours away and I was telling God "I'm not ready! How can I be ready?" I was so worried about how little Emma would respond. I was sort of mourning our last few hours with just one child, as strange as that sounds to me now. And most of all, I was fearing the great, big change that was upon us.
It turned out to be one of the best "changes" of my entire life. But I was afraid. I snuggled with Emma, who was still furiously trying to bump her way back into my lap that had vanished into thin air one day, knowing my bag was packed and my Mom was there. Everything was in place for us to be at the hospital early the next morning, but I was terrified and just cried. 60% due to hormones, and 40% due to legitimate fear.
The next morning my Mom, Rusty, and I headed to the hospital. We did the check-in and regular inducement thing, and then waited. I just waited for those pitocin contractions to get started.
I didn't have much of a birth plan. I found out with Emma that plans seem to be futile in the world of pregnancy and child birth. Not one smidget of either one was what I had expected. So I just planned to be unplanned.
My contractions got good and going by 10am, when the Price Is Right was on, and I got to work.
For some crazy reason, all sense of reason left me, and I decided not to get an epideural in there somewhere. Actually, I don't remember making that decision, I just failed to make any decision. I wanted to see how super-heroish I could be during child birth. People had talked up natural childbirth like it was far superior in comparison to people who get the sweet relief of paralysis and numbness, and since Emma's birth was such a nightmare, I guess I wanted to see how far I could go and if it was really so great.
I don't remember really exploring these thoughts, thinking them through, or discussing them with Rusty beforehand. Maybe I did and I just don't remember.
All I know is I was at an 8 and it was too late.
I visited a planet of pain I'd never known. It truly is another planet.
It's hard to describe or even revisit mentally.
But at no other time in your life do you make "those sounds."
I remember earlier in the morning hearing a woman laboring loudly next door to me and thinking "what in the world is that sound? Is that human? Is there a whale giving birth next door? And am I going to sound like that???"
I was sure I would not, but sure enough, those bizarre, birthing sounds started coming out of me.
I would have given anything to get to a 10. Anything!
I was stuck at a 9, and my Mother being the brilliant birthing coach that she is (truly, that's one of her real jobs and gifts in life) moved me to a different position and magically got me to a 10.
I pushed with Emma for an hour, (rather pleasantly of course. Paralysis. Numbness. I would pay for one of those right now, I think). Turns out that pushing goes a heck of a lot faster if you can feel it.
So 10-15 minutes tops, and we got that beautiful boy out!
*(Just in case you're wondering, my recovery and birthing experience did not personally feel enhanced by the natural nature of it. In fact, I felt more out of it than with the epidural because I was visiting that alternate planet of pain.
But somewhere deep down, I felt proud of myself. And a little crazy. But proud that I had done it. I have only given birth two times, so getting to experience both ways was kind of cool.)
At 1:31pm, Jaxson Steele Bacak arrived. He was incredibly lovable from the start.
He has been pure joy to us. He is one of the most amiable personalities I know. He is rarely upset, always looking for a good time, and usually ready to supply it.
He is pure entertainment around here. He lights up our house.
He's pretty much happy from the moment he wakes up until he goes to bed at night.
He loves the Lord and His Word.
He is learning to be more and more obedient, respectful, and helpful.
We feel incredibly blessed to have had Jax everyday of these seven years.
Happy Birthday Jax!

Monday, June 15, 2009

I'd rather be... (again)

A toddler urinal!? Who knew this existed!!! Hilarious.

(This is my old post from potty training Justus. It's that time again. Same story, insert new child. Treston's turn. I woke up with a sense of dread. Today is the day it begins. Where is the potty training toddler camp? There's bound to be one! I'm calling the children's museum today to check. My only comfort: all my three older children are currently 100% toilet trained, so I must have gotten there somehow.)

I'd rather be doing a lot of things other than potty training.
It's NOT one of my new favorite things.
It may be my least favorite part of my job.
I'd rather go to the dentist.
Heck, I'd rather to to my yearly gynecological exam!
I'd rather play limbo.
I'd rather listen to the Newsboys.
All painful things for me.
I'd rather NOT be cleaning poop from the trampoline. (Emma bounced in it before she noticed it.)
This is why diapers are BRILLIANT! Have we ever stopped to thank God for diapers? Imagine the life of a Mom before diapers. As if our job isn't gross enough already?
You would be on constant pooper-scooper duty.
No thanks.
But look at this adorable boy? Success is sweet. We get up and do the "Justus tee-teed in the potty" dance, and have some M&M's.
My favorite thing he does now that he's potty training is when he's decided he's done sitting, he stands up and makes a flushing sound and puts the lid down on his little potty.
He's so cute!
If you have brilliant potty training tips, bring em' on! I'm all ears! I want this job done by the time we leave for vacation in 8 days.
Everyone stop, and say a prayer. Thanks.

Saturday, June 13, 2009

Nana, Pop-Pop, and 17 cuties!

This is a picture my sister-in-law Liz took while we were on the Seay family vacation this past week. I love it! This is my Mom and Dad and the seventeen grandkids they are so proud of! (I'm pretty proud of these kids too!)

Friday, June 12, 2009

Home, sweet home

I am finally HOME! Home from almost two weeks of vacation. Our first week was at Camp Ozark, our yearly family trip. Rusty is Camp Doctor (an easy gig!) and we just play. Emma and Jax were campers and had the time of their lives, and we got to sneak peeks at them and play with our little ones. Highlight for me: hours of Mod Podging in the Craft Store everyday! Heavenly! Low for me: about 1 million chigger bites. I hate those things!!!
I didn't write on my blog that we were gone because of the creepers.
You know the creepy bloggers. You can shorten that to creepers. I don't know if any creepers read this blog. But if they did, for sweet little Jeanna who was still home alone in our house, we didn't announce our vacation agenda.
I figure child stealers are not going to travel all the way to the Ozark mountains to steal our kids. And if they did, they would come to find out that I am heavily trained in Body Combat. Oh yeah! I took Body Combat at Gold's Gym for atleast three years. I don't know what belt that makes me, but I do know that with the right music and work-out instructor, I could crush anyone. Anytime in the class I wondered to myself "when and where would I use this?" I imagined someone trying to steal my children, and then I was Jennifer Garner on Alias. In my head, it's awesome.
After Camp Ozark we joined the entire Seay family in Galveston for our yearly beach vacation. 17 grandkids in one vacation! Can you imagine? It's pretty great. It's crazy, and fun, and I enjoy being with my family more than anyone else I could imagine. Late nights with my brothers are the times that I laugh so hard my abs hurt. They are the funniest people I know. It was great. I feel triumphant as a Mom because none of my kids got sun burned. That's a serious victory with four small children to sunblock and re-apply every hour. If Justus and Treston did get burned, we sure couldn't tell! They just look a few shades darker and it's awesome!

This is the informational portion of this post. When we got to the beach the first day of our vacation, the jellyfish stings started immediately! We were there for maybe an hour and a half, and I think the total reached 10 children stung. It was not happy times! My brother Chris was on jellyfish clean-up patrol, and he put 22 jellyfish in the trash.

You don't want to know how we treated these severe stings.
We swore we'd never speak of it again.

All I'm saying is, we later found out there was a "jellyfish alert" and that is not to be taken lightly, I tell you! Evidently the little boogers were migrating through our little spot in the gulf of Mexico, and there is NO sharing the water with them!
By the next day, they had moved on and we had the beach back.

My next post I've been wanting to write: Price Matching at Wal-Mart. I'm doing it, and I'm so proud of myself!!!

Wednesday, June 03, 2009


I got an iphone for my birthday. This is a whole new world of "apps" and texting (new to me) and 24/7 Internet access.
My favorite app so far: pandora.
How does pandora know?
How does she know when I put in don henley that I also love Bryan Adams? And journey? Pandora's brilliant!
I'm texting this and I'm tired now.
iPhone cult members, give me your tips , favorite apps, etc.
Also, I can't figure out how to attach my photos to e-mails.