Mother’s Got A Dot Com

A necessary commodity - they kinda follow you around…

I’ve had painful feet all my life. Bilateral club feet, that were corrected 40 years ago, gave me feet that weren’t crippled, but that became truly painful around my 2nd pregnancy.

What I’ve been told by doctors is that all they can do is to “stiffen them” - i.e. reduce mobility even more, which gives a 50% chance of reducing the pain, and 50% chance of increasing it. Not good odds.

I’ve come to think that my club feet aren’t the only problem, or that this condition has brought about another one. I’ve read up on Plantar Fasciitis, and the symptoms seem to fit parts of my condition quite well. Excrutiating pain after rest (in the morning, or after sitting down for a while) in the heel and arch area - that’s me. On top of the chronic pain that’s always there, especially if I walk a lot, and during rest as well…

This gives the following status: I can’t walk, sit or lie down without my feet being painful. If I do sit down, they get worse for a while after getting back up, and if I go for a walk, or Heaven forbid, if I grant my poor Hubby a slow dance on an evening out, it haunts me for days afterwards. If i have to get up during the night, I feel like crawling instead of walking…

The worst of it is that this hobbling about is probably what does my back in, too. Painkillers are wonderful things, but I’m only 45, and I don’t want to be popping x-rated drugs just to be able to exist.

I think a very serious talk with my doctor is in order - again. I put it off, because I hate being told that nothing can be done. I’ve got a new doctor, though, and maybe this one has some constructive suggestions. Maybe…

The following is supposedly an actual question given on a chemistry mid-term exam. The answer by one student was so “profound” that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well. It’s an absolute beauty, and well worth a re-read, if you’ve seen it before…

Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)?

Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle’s Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant.

One student, however, wrote the following:
First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time.

So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving.

I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving.

As for how many souls are entering Hell, let’s look at the different religions that exist in the world today.

Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell.

Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell.

With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially.

Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle’s Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added.

This gives two possibilities:

1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose.

2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell, then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over.

So which is it?

If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year that, “it will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you, and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number 2 must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over.

The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct…leaving only Heaven thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting “Oh my God.”

THIS STUDENT RECEIVED THE ONLY “A”

Christmas Holidays… And the brats are like magnets. Especially the littlest one - you’d think I have a habit of disappearing into thin air. We’re joined at the hip these days - my hip, his bum. Joined. As if by very powerful magnetism.
#5 Brat is away at her grandparents’ house, which is probably why little Miracle Boy is so sorry that I don’t have fur, so he can cling onto me permanently all by himself.
I love him to bits - it just gets a liiittle bit tiresome after 6 hours of incessant chatting, wanting to sit on my lap and doing what I do. There is some light relief in the big ones, he can be persuaded to go and bother them from time to time, but after a maximum of 10 minutes, he’s back, wondering if I’ve disappeared yet.
It’s a phase, I know. And I do enjoy the feeling of clean Brat in the evening, cuddling up to me in his jammies before bedtime. Do forgive me, Miracle Boy, if I equally enjoy the after bedtime hours…

The old name of the area where we live was “Iron Valley”. It’s earned its name. The ground is full of iron ore, and our water contains quite a lot of iron - to the point where we have to dismantle our bathroom and kitchen faucets on a regular basis to get rid of the iron particles that are stuck there.
Also, our house is at the end of the power line, which means that the power tension is… fluctuating. We go through electrical appliances like mad. We’ve lived here for 5 years, and we’re on our second stove, dishwasher and washing machine, and we’ve had to repair them all as well. The TV decoder has died (Tvs are still living, touch wood). As for light bulbs - energy saving bulbs are a joke, and the halogen ones pop on a regular basis.
I know. We should get on to our electrical company. I fear it’ll be a waste of time and energy though - it’s a big company, and we’re just a drop in the ocean to them. I will do it. At the very least we should get a rebate for poor quality service…

There are, however, so many upsides about living the way we do. The closeness to nature, the fact that we can have all the animals we want, that we can cut the grass whenever we like (or not), since no one bothers us about much of anything. People say - how can you bear living so far away from everything? Well, it’s not far, for one. And not a weekend goes by without the impromptu visit of at least one set of friends or family. Which means that they know how to find us, and they like it here too… The good life for us? This is as close as we’ll get!

I seem to have forgotten to spruce up my blog for Christmas. Shocking. Therefore, some pictures from Christmas Eve and the day before…

So far - in a little over a year, Akismet has caught over 10 000 spam comments for me. 10 245 to be exact.
This morning, there was 114 in line. I had a quick look - all porn, diet pills and various medication. Why are meds such a big thing on the ‘net, I wonder? I don’t do meds if I can help it, but if I had to, I’d make sure it was prescribed by a doctor, and I wouldn’t risk buying bootleg stuff…
Anyway. I usually try to scan the spam, to see if any genuine comments get stuck in there by mistake (it happens from time to time), but today I deleted everything. 114 comments, each a mile long - no way.
So - I apologize if anyone’s genuine comment has been deleted. I doubt it though - spam seems to be very much in season.

Or - more to the point - who?

I checked my stats today, and I’ve got well over 200 page views. 275 to be exact. Wow! So I go into it a bit, and it turns out I’ve got 227 (!) page views from Montara, California.

Naturally, I’m curious. So I Google Montara. What a gorgeous place! Check out the photos here. About 3000 inhabitants, quite a well-off community that seems to have everything one needs for a good life.

I’m still curious, though… Who made the full tour of Mum’s today, was it a person or a bot?

I saw a rerun of “The Da Vinci Code” the other night. Now, I wasn’t all that impressed with the movie - the book, as always, was so much better, and the movie just simplified things too much.

I know this is fiction. I also know that a lot of what transpires in the book is a rehash of various theories with regard to the origins of Christianity, mixed with facts about the Priory of Sion, the Templars and various other sources. That Jesus was married to Mary Magdalene is a theory that’s supported and written about by very serious scholars around the world. That this (if it’s true) is something that the Roman Church may have gone to great lengths to suppress over the years (in view of their adopted attitude towards women, carnal “sin” and celibacy in particular) is hardly unlikely.

I know my reading has been biased. I’ve read few Christian books on the subject. Mainly because their premise is wrong most of the time - they go about trying to prove something that they treat as proven fact from the beginning. That the Bible contains texts chosen by humans (mainly by a pagan Emperor who converted on his death bed, no less), written by humans, centuries after the historical events is of no consequence - the topic is off limits. “Pagan” literature doesn’t do that to the same extent. If the premise is to find the truth, or land as close to the truth as possible, it makes for so much more interesting reading.

If Jesus was married and had children, what bearing does that have on Faith? None. Why? Because Faith is, or should be, an entity proper to the individual. To the established Churches, however, it would be devastating. They’d have to renew themselves, they’d have to include women much more (Mary Magdalene, apparently, was a priestess. Now, that’s a new notion in Roman Catholic spheres…), and they’d have to review the basis of all their teachings. It’s happened before. Would it be such a bad thing if it happened again?

- to a few of my blogger friends and faithful commenters - some with Entrecard logos and some without…

Is Mo building up to a Manic Christmas?

I thought this dawn picture could be an illustration of how morning strikes a match to light our candle for the day…