About Jen

Jen isn't quite sure when she lost her mind, but it is probably documented here on Meditatio. She blogs because the world needs her snark at all hours of the night... and she probably can't sleep anyway.

Heavy Sigh

I was having a wonderful dream where I was getting to experience one of those exclusive things celebrities come up with (in this case, fudge that was cat-friendly and something else that had special scents but was all-natural or something) and Andrea Bocelli was singing.Â? I reached out and held his hand and was enjoying it when all of a sudden…

BREEEEEEEEEEEEEHCH!Â? BREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHCH!

I woke up and Finian was spitting up his breakfast.Â? I had to leave Andrea and the cat-friendly fudge and clean up the cat vomit before Freya decided to eat it!

CATS!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Observing Grief (IX)

When I was in Washington in March, my mom and I were talking about poetry and what we would read at my grandfather’s funeral. This is one that she suggested and I just found it on the Internet.

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sun-split clouds, â???? and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of â???? wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air. . . .

Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, or ever eagle flew â????
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.
–John Gillespie Magee, Jr (a RCAF officer killed in WWII)

My grandfather was a Navy pilot in WWII, flew with United Airlines, and used to take my brother and I up in his plane when we were little. Believe me, this fits well.

A Blessed Release

My father called about 15 minutes ago to tell me that my grandfather had passed away in his sleep.

Into your hands, O merciful Savior, we commend your servant, Lloyd.? Acknowledge, we humbly beseech you, a sheep of your own fold, a lamb of your own flock, a sinner of your own redeeming.? Receive him into the arms of your mercy, into the blessed rest of everlasting peace, and into the glorious company of the saints in light.? Amen.

Thank you to everyone who has been keeping me and my family in prayer.? Please continue to keep us in prayer, especially my grandma, my mother, and her siblings.

As for how I’m doing, I was completely calm when I got the phone call and I’m feeling like every second is eroding away the calm like a chisel chipping away at stone.? I’ll be OK — just please pray for me right now because I’m really going to need it in the next couple of days.

“Obscene Words” on Bill O’Reilly’s Radio Show

Since the rivalry between Keith Olbermann (God bless him) and Bill O’Reilly got mentioned on Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me!, I’m assuming that it’s probably general knowledge?

Anyway… O’Reilly has a rule that you can’t say Olbermann’s name on the show because apparently it’s an “obscene word” and he has threatened to call Fox security to get local police to pay a visit to people’s homes.Â? As one who puts Countdown on DVR so I can find out who the candidates for “Worst Person in the World” are, I’m finding this whole things to be incredibly funny.
My fiendish master plan: recruit a bunch of people to call into O’Reilly’s show from payphones for the sole purpose of saying the word “Olbermann” on his show.Â? I mean, I think the police here in Montana have a whole lot of better things to do than try to trace who was at the payphone at the Town Pump at 12:34 pm prank-calling O’Reilly.

Just a thought…