Sister

It's my Sister's birthday today, and I am full of gratitude for the multitude of things she has taught me and the myriad of times she has rescued me (& my heart).

She is a voice of reason and reassurance in every storm I have passed through. She is wisdom and purity and a love so real you can almost grasp it in your hand. She is devotion, strength, wit, and security. She is honesty, compassion, empathy, sympathy, friendship, quiet warmth, and a hug that enfolds your heart. She is tugged and stretched and held by her family, and her heart is bigger & stronger than anyone I know. She is my sister & one of my greatest examples and friends on earth.

Being her younger sister, she has always been in my life. But way beyond that, she has truly always been there for me in my life, to share the good times and the tough times (and the pyschotic-episodes-at-Wal-Mart times -that's me who goes through those & my sister who has to endure them).

She is beautiful beyond measure.

Thank you for your journey of being & becoming who you are, my sister. You amaze me, and

I LOVE YOU!!

Have a wonderful birthday!!

Prayer

A friend of mine had a wooden plaque hanging in her room which read:
PRAYER CHANGES THINGS

It's been a couple of years since I saw it, but I loved its simple truth and quiet challenge. I realized today when responding to a beautiful e-mail from my sister-in-law, that God was blessing me in special ways prior to 'my September 6th'.
The week before my September 6th was Fast Sunday. Even as I was getting ready for church, I KNEW that I was going to bear my testimony that day & that I would bear my testimony of prayer. I was the 2nd person to the pulpit, and I bore my testimony of that simple, powerful, life-altering truth: PRAYER CHANGES THINGS. At that time I actually wondered to myself why this was the testimony I was bearing, because everything in my life was really, really good and in great order.
I didn't give a storimony. I just bore my testimony of how real prayer is and how grateful I am for the Spirit to be our liason between this world & the next. How even if our circumstances don't change, we change, and things get better. Prayer really does change things.
3 days later, the foundation of my marriage dissolved. Everything that was built on my marriage crumbled within a week. But because of my foundation being the gospel & Christ, I still stand. And PRAYER has given me access to my support (the Spirit & the Love of Heavenly Father & Jesus Christ), as literally as my skeleton is a support for my mortal frame. I would not be standing (even with my skeleton intact) were it not for the gifts accessible through Prayer. Believe me, I would be a non-functional lump of flesh & bones sobbing on the floor & unable to move. I've been there.
How amazing that I would be prompted by the Spirit & by a Father in Heaven who knows the end from the beginning (& all the in-betweens) to share a truth which would bless my life beyond measure, and which would be freshly imprinted in my heart & soul as a reminder & a gift - I am not alone - and I have open communication with He who can heal all things.
Prayer Changes Things.

Also, my sister-in-law mentioned that she & her children have been praying for me. She has explained to her kids that my heart had been hurt, and they have been praying for me.
I KNOW those prayers make a difference. K, J, & J, I want you each to know that I feel the difference because of your prayers. I feel Heavenly Father's love healing my heart and making me strong every hour of every day. You make a difference. Your prayers make a difference. Your faith makes a difference. You are helping me every day, every time you say a prayer for me. And for all your love, faith, and prayers, I want to Thank You.
For the rest of my family & nieces & nephews, and for anyone who has thought of me and cared because they know my amazing sister (Some Semblance of Order), I express the same heartfelt Thank You. You help to make me strong every day. I know that God's blessings are magnified and more powerful through the faith and prayers of others. And I want you to know that I give thanks for all of you each night & morning and ask for you to be blessed in return. It is a beautiful magnificent circle of love & life which I am honored to be in the loop of.

PRAYER CHANGES THINGS.
What could it change for you today?
Challenge yourself.
I am.

3 months 'til . . . Christmas

It's September 25th. Exactly 3 months 'til Christmas . . . & about the length of time an annulment (or) divorce should take to become finalized.

I guess I can't help but sigh. A broken marriage, open-ended dreams laying in fragments on the floor of my heart and mind, an empty place next to myself, and a sorrow for the loss of my dear friend and husband who I believed in with all my heart and life.

But I'm also gaining a brand-new hope for tomorrow, devoid of the current sacrifices and bounds which existed in my current relationship. Open-ended dreams laying in fragments on the floor of my heart and mind, just waiting to be picked up and put together again, in an unknown beautiful arrangement of joy and hope. An adventure which is just beginning and which I must wade through the difficult days in order to stand free and whole on the top of a bright new tomorrow. A full and overflowing heart with the Spirit and the Love of my Heavenly Father who remembers me. And a gratitude for the experience I've had to love someone so fully, so completely, and so honestly, that I would have given my life for him any day and which I did give my life to, every day. A chance to actually BE in a relationship (NOT the crappy SINGLE WORLD!!) and work and grow and move together - to not run away, and not be left behind, but to be together overcoming and gaining strength and experience.

(Another sigh). 3 months. I catch myself thinking that I want to fast-forward. But I don't. Even in the midst of the struggles and difficulties, I'm proud to say I'm married. I'm proud to say I'm a wife and a helpmeet. I'm happy to still be in open communication with my estranged spouse. . . . and I'm not anxious to be 'officially' single again. Even though spiritually, emotionally, and physically I'm already there. I guess this is a kindness from the legal system for me right now (IS there such a thing??) I can ease out of the role I love (in some weird terminology-sort of way). :) and besides, I know I want to live the journey.

(3rd sigh). It's good to stand up for what I believe in, whatever the cost. & honestly, it's really nice to actually be at a point in my life (1st time for everything) where I truly believe I'm worth something really, really good and real. It's incredibly humbling to feel that way at the cost of so many precious outlooks, hopes, and dreams. But I am gaining a trust of, and comfort from, our Savior, which has never been so deep, so poignant, and so real to me.

I can't say the price was worth it, to realize and gain all this - that isn't even the right way to perceive this situation.
I can & will, though, say that it is the greatest consolation prize ever received for having lost so much.
Don't take it for granted.

(& by the way, my sister, I LOVE YOU!!! Thank You for You.)

Once Upon a Time

Isn't that how all good stories begin? Mine is no exception. Really. It just hasn't finished yet.

So two-and-a-half weeks ago, my world turned upside down & has since been falling apart. Weirdly (but so not-weirdly) I have been okay and balanced and still upright. It's like one of those children's toy balls where there's a rod through the middle of the ball with a smaller figure attached in the very middle. As many times as you turn the ball and roll it and twist it, the figure inside (may wobble for a bit) but it stays upright. It adapts. Quickly. Every time. And the only way that would change is if the figure lost what kept it upright and balanced - a special anchor at it's foundation.
Now seriously, it's weird that I'm thinking of this analogy because I don't have kids yet, I've never owned one of those toys, and I've really only seen them a handful of times in my life. But the principle of the way it works is building my testimony today. I have the restored gospel of Jesus Christ as my anchor. & no matter what happens outside myself, no matter how close it is to my personal world & environment, the anchor is there for me, helping me to right myself and be in the right position to handle what is ahead and to see clearly - to be looking and facing in the right direction. It feels good. And I feel strengthened.

Now back to that 'Once upon a time'. It is real. This story you're building and writing each day is yours. What you do, every day, every time you come to a decision, builds your character and plot. If there is anything I would encourage each of you to do today, it would be to be honest. With yourself. With your loved ones. With God. Be honest, and pray for courage and strength to be true. Face your demons, whatever they may be. Be a true character with weaknesses, with heartaches, with struggles and trials and sorrows. Let us love you for who you really are, let us cheer for you for the battles you are really fighting and challenges you are really facing. Let us fight next to you, with you. Let us share tears with you and not just for you. These are the characters we find so much inspiration in and who change our lives and hearts - beautifully, even as they are changing themselves.
But you must be true and honest. If not, you are only building a spider-web version of the reality which should exist. The life which is so tangible, so immensely fulfilling, and so amazingly joyful. A world which will not crumble, will not be destroyed, and which will indeed withstand all that this mortal world and Satan's efforts can throw at it. A foundation to build your forever-dreams on and which will surely become your reality because you have poured your whole self in, and not just nice ideas or a pretty picture of what is hoped for or expected. You have put Yourself in - the raw materials of your heart, soul, mind, and will, which are imperfect, yes, but which are REAL and therefore something to be worked with and improved upon.
This story, this world, this dream, this reality - it is something I have fought for through all my life and which I continue to fight passionately for. Be Yourself. Be True. Be Honest. Be who You are Meant to Be.

Pictures.......Perfect!

I finally have a place of my own at work. And the best thing about it - it's my place to customize and personalize to my heart's desire. So....in came the pictures!! & I discovered the joy of having smiling faces & captured memories brightening my entire workday. Plus I took in a few other treasured items to help remind me what I'm working for (river rocks, beach sand, and a really old Hershey's chocolate tin.) So thank you to my family & friends for the fabulous memories & the gift you give each day in the thought of your love and place in my heart & life.
Ok, I'm all sappy. But I mean it. Thanks guys!

Daylight

It's fantastic being awake and alert during the sunshine-filled hours. I'm up at dawn, asleep at dark, and succeeding without the aid of caffeine or sleeping aids . . . and I was able to pull the blanket down from the window.

ENTER: DAYLIGHT!!

What?! What's that??!!

My new job is awesome. But I have an obstacle. I have to learn how to relax and deal with down-time. (What is this 'relax' thing I keep hearing about? What is down-time?) I found out today I'm NOT going to be busy ALL the time I'm at work. (Uhhhh, how does that work? What do you mean?) I'm not a slow-paced worker. I don't like having nothing to do. I'm accustomed to constant multi-tasking and carrying on mile-a-minute-bits-&-pieces-when-we-can-fit-it-in conversations with co-workers during my busy busy non-stop, very UN-down-time work hours.
Uhhhh, not here. The new job is like a big, relaxed, happy career family. I am a fish out of water right now, flopping and flipping and wriggling and spasming around on the dry bare floor of an honest-to-goodness 'relaxed' work environment.
& I'm sure plenty who read this will think 'Wow, it's gotta be reeeaaall rough, there, Bec.' (yayaya) I'm not saying I'm at all displeased, because I know I can find ways to improve what's existing and can still look forward to taking on new projects (pick me! pick me! - how annoying am I?) : )
But this is actually exactly what 2 of my doctors have ordered. 'Remove all stress possible from your life.' Which I laaaaaaaaaaaughed at before. But suddenly it's part of my job. Relax. Sit back. Put in some soothing music. Do your work, do it well, and do it efficiently, but STOP the freakishly paced non-stop-aholic-ness.
Pretty great, I must say!!

IT'S OVER!!!

While I was completing my final 911 shift, I kept having a certain line run through my head: IT'S OVER!!! And it's not just any IT'S OVER!!!, it's a very specific one. To check it out, you'll have to watch a cartoon first.

A: go to the link below
B: select Toons at the bottom of the screen
C: select Teen Girl Squad
D: enjoy them all
E: then check out the rest of the site and laugh, cry, pass gass . . . whatever you most enjoy.

www.homestarrunner.com

Or for a shortcut for the 1st Teen Girl Squad Toon, just go straight to
http://www.homestarrunner.com/tgs1.html

Anyway, it's made me smile and laugh all night long. And when it finally was OVER!!! I was smiling all the way to my car in the dark rainy parking lot. And driving home. And coming in and talking to my still-awake husband at 3:40 in the freakin AM, conversing about the fact that I will never again have to work shift work. EVER. everevereverever.
Unless I want to, & then I might need committed.

But here's the amazing thing. If you actually got through the book of my last entry, you know the job has it's agonizing, irritating, and frustrating aspects. But I feel it imperative that I also mention the quality of people you can find in a center like 911.
They are OUTSTANDING.In so many ways. They are witty beyond reason. They work HARD (and play hard). They are beautifully, practically, wisely down-to-earth. They are utterly professional without being aloof and formal. They cuss loud and laugh deeply. They will go the extra mile for you. And they know how to show appreciation.One of the on-duty supervisors bought me a dozen red roses. Another supervisor gave me a Best Wishes card and a pen. Bunches of employees signed a Goodbye & Good luck card. And a co-worker brought in a gift.While I ended up being held yesterday for mandatory overtime from 3AM-5AM (staffing was too low) & I wasn't able to leave early tonight like I had requested last week (staffing was too short), I still received more than I ever would have imagined.
I expected a simple smile & 'We'll miss you being here to help with staffing!' and was blown away by the overwhelming generosity, support, and kindness given.Leaving this time has been a really good separation. (Even one of my callers gave me a specific compliment that almost made me cry -- those are really rare, by the way).
And the greatest part is moving forward into another phase with no regrets and a ton of gratitude and hope. I look at a regular dayshift with weekends and holidays off as a HUGE blessing, and am REALLY excited to have time off to go camping with my husband! And I'm really happy to be so joyous when I realize (for the 2nd time in my career)

IT'S OVER!!!

The Countdown

For anyone who has a job they're ready to move on from, and currently awaiting the start date for the job they're ready to move into, you know how I'm feeling.
I don't really like to think about the Tminus 20 hours of worktime I have left since that only makes the clock arms at work move like molasses uphill. So I've done pretty well just ignoring the whole thing til I'm finished & then I hope to breathe a gigantic sigh of relief & not feel goofy in the tiniest degreee about the cheezeball grin plastered to my face for the next 24 hours.

Not to say that my current job isn't interesting and quite enjoyable in its own element. Being a 911 Operator has exposed me to stuff I never imagined I would have to hear & discern . . . drunk people who are funny, drunk people who are irate (by the way they lose the ability to reason & seem to repeat their favorite cuss words a LOT), sober people who are irate & incredibly insulting (& who know combinations of swearwords which they must've mastered while working as sailors on the open sea), couples who won't stop screaming at each other, 9 year olds with issues so severe you could swear an angry elephant and pack of wild hyenas are making all the noise in the background, kids threatening parents with knives, horrific accidents including vehicles rolling over (and sometimes people walking away after being ejected) or tragedies of children being run over or crushed by large pieces of furniture, structure fires, non-breathers, psychiatric patients who are not quite 'crazy' enough to need to be in a facility and who loooove to call and talk or yell at us, information calls, complaint calls on officers, animal calls, party calls, thefts, burglaries, robberies (there really is a difference between the last three!) . . . pretty much anything you can imagine in the crime and public safety world, we've been a part of.
911 Operators are the first line of contact in emergencies for the police and fire department, and we are responsible for entering accurate calls for service, relaying only the important information (but not missing any of it), verifying information (which seems to infuriate many callers by wasting those precious 3-5 seconds of ensuring we have their address correct), maintaining our professionalism and composure when being slandered and verbally attacked, and when our callers' worst nightmare was just found to be their reality - we keep them with us (emotionally especially) until officers or medics are there to take over . . . we're responsible for a LOT and our liability is extremely high. Say something against the written policy & you can be held liable in a court of law with no one backing you up (reeeaaallly frustrating when you have a rare situation there's no policy on yet - think mom & child both unconscious in the pool & hubby asking 'who should I pull out first?' or someone asking if it's okay to let someone with a severe head injury fall asleep (policy doesn't tell us what to advise) . . . so we have to master the art of expressing concern, sympathy, reason, and confidence in our information & abilities in order to honestly say 'I'm not a medical professional & I don't have any answer for you there, but paramedics are enroute and they will be able to let you know.' Even if a 911 Operator has a background as a nurse or paramedic, they are not allowed to give information outside the policy to our callers. Well, I guess we're all allowed, but we won't be defended if something goes awry and we go to court for any reason. Basically, it's a really thin line we learn to tread.
I'm leaving this job for a second time, and going to a secretarial position for a second time. And there is still a part of me (it's a smaller part this 2nd time around) that is saddened by the realization that I won't be the voice over 911 any longer. It truly is a fantastic job, full of intrigue, fascination, adrenaline, and hope. My beef with it is that is also is a SHIFT-WORK job, with no guarantee of holidays off (ever, no matter how much senority you have) unless you have chosen those days as your regular days off.
I learned quickly that Christmas Eve & New Years Eve (& Christmas & New Years) fall on the same days of the week. Thanksgiving is okay to be sacrificed because the potluck at the communications center is outstanding. Cinco De Mayo (especially when it's on a weekend night) is a superb day to put in a vacation slip for, well in advance if you can - unless you can speak Spanish & then it's not so big of a deal. And Easter - if you would like to celebrate it as a Religious holiday & maintain a spirit of calm reflection and reverence - should not be done while at work. No one you talk to on the phone shares these sentiments, and family fights resulting in 911 calls often erupt with large family gatherings.
It was my dream job 7 years ago when I first started and was single, and I am grateful beyond expression for the friendships forged through long quiet graveyard nights and hectic non-stop afternoon shifts (especially during the anthrax and 9-11 horrors). The experience earned and refining of character has been gradual and highly appreciated by myself. Funny how I can let the name-calling, cussing, and yelling roll right off my back at work, but in a personal setting with people I know, just an exasperated sigh or tone of voice can leave me feeling horrible and in tears. It's kinda like I've acquired a specialized armor which waits invisibly at the door to my job and automatically slips on and off as I enter and exit - so subtley done, in fact, that I've never even noticed. In fact, I'm sure of it. It's a gift we're granted as we work each day, and the longer we're there, the harder the reinforcement becomes.
Anyway - 2 10 hour shifts is all I have left of the 911 world, and I am beyond elated to be calling my new job my workplace 'home' for the next stage in my career-life. I'm still working with the police department, just in a different area where my love of paperwork, forms, and data entry (and weekends and holidays) will all be indulged. I'll have my own desk and space, and can breathe easily through the shift-changes taking effect all around me. I think I'm pretty darn lucky to be in this place again, and to have received so much love, support, and understanding along the way. Family members & friends, THANK YOU for your patience during my daylight REM sleep and for my mix-ups with the days and dates (it's my Friday...Um but it's Monday, right). Thank you for not calling me early in the morning (which I know is really 10:00 but is like 3AM for me) and for being willing to adjust your timing to my schedule every 3-4 months. I have been truly, incredibly blessed, in so many ways, and although it's a little early, wave goodbye to a great job with sucky schedules. (I know, I know, it's only sucky if you don't have 7-8 years worth of senority to choose the schedule you wanted, or don't get your vacation slip signed when you're due to leave the country tomorrow and you only need 2 hours of your time covered, or you have to work on the holidays because your name wasn't drawn in the 'holiday lottery', or can't get time off on short notice for an important family gathering or event - or to pick up your child. You're Right.)

Green Lightning?!

We had an incredible electrical storm last night. If you've seen the re-make of War of the Worlds, it was a lot like that with the literally non-stop flashing all around, & the thunder only occasionally sounding (creating an umm-this-is-weird & when-are-the-huge-aliens-gonna-pop-outta-the-roads vibe in the air). To add to the weirdness, there was green lightning. Yep, you read that right, g-r-e-e-n. To the west of our home, we saw flashes of green several different times, mostly coming from the ground, but at least once in the air. (again, weeeiiirrd) But cool.
Research on the internet gave explanations from 1) hail (there wasn't any) to 2)a blown transformer - the zinc or copper vaporize (very likely 'cept what about that one in the middle of the sky?), to 3) atmospherics, and I quote, 'Atmospherics can dictate the color of lighting and the distribution of energy....in short.. could have been green lightning'. Quite interesting to think about & really, really cool to witness.
The storm itself lasted about 10 hours and dumped up to 2 inches of rain in areas of the valley (that's incredible for the desert valley here!) Aside from not having to be at work during nature's awesome light display, I was also able to spend the time with my husband. (Double the pleasure). He suggested we park near an empty field when the lightning was first spotted far to the north of us, in order to enjoy the show even more....AND we ate dinner while doing it! He was impressed that we weren't the only ones with this idea, and I was wow-ed all over again at how great my husband is for me. Needless to say, I couldn't help thinking 'These are the days I'll look back on and cherish, and this feeling is one to never forget.'
Safely watching the power of nature and sitting next to my best friend & husband are 2 miracles I hope I never take for granted.
Plus, my hubby made the comment that this was God's way of celebrating my new job. (YAY to the new job with no more shift-work, but even more YAY to my hubby for knowing another way to make me feel incredibly special and celebrated.)

Caged Thunder

Thanks to the expertise & example of my sister & her family, crate-training for a dog was no new idea or experimental consideration. It simply is the way we're training. & it has already helped to make puppy-land (especially the urination part) a much smoother union with people-land.
We've officially decided on the name Thunder for the furry bugger. His yap might not fill the implications of such a name yet, but we have full confidence that it will. (Although we really liked Pat's suggestion of Hades.)

Carpe Diem...with puppy dog tails!

Ever have one of those days where that 'thing' you've been considering just walks right in with a big sign: 'Free, Take Me!'? Well, mine did today, and I couldn't resist! My hubby & I have been kicking over the idea of getting a pet. First we wanted a dog. (debate-consider-uncertainty wins) Then a cat. (debate-consider-coworker allergies win) Then a fish. (debate-critique-Iwantsomethingfluffy wins) Then we talked about a dog again. Both of us wanted a german shepherd mix of some sort. But we know that dogs ('specially puppies) are a lot of work, & we've been through a lot of changes in the last year. Steady jobs? Check. Place to live? Check. Allows pets? Check. But.....we figure 'Nah, we can save money and not get a pet.'
Well, then in comes yet-to-be-named-steal-your-heart-6-week-old-german-shepherd-mix-ball-of-fur. Into my WORK of all places. (My work seeming to be lately, a place where no-good-thing-survives.) And what's that sign over his adorable little fuzzy head? 'I need a home. Free. Take Me.'
So I did. Heck, I didn't even hesitate. I first called dibs & then called my husband, 'Honey, do you want a dog?' (Really meaning 'Honey, we just got a dog.') & convinced him to trade his errand of bringing me lunch to instead entail picking up our little heart-tugging scoundrel (food & chew toy included!)

They say 'Sometimes years change nothing. Sometimes one day changes everything.'
I'm grateful that not everything has changed, but I am incredibly grateful and excited that today changed something in a really marvelous way! It may sound corny to be so excited about the addition of a pet, but for anyone who's heart has been waiting to get fuller, I'm sure they'll understand that it's not so corny or cheezy at all.
Now for the hard part - we've got to decide on a name!!

Blog Block Blot Blob

So I'm having blog block & I know why...which in & of itself is annoying. Simply put, I'm out of practice & under pressure! Journal-writing has hit an all-time low for me, and I'm dealing with the pressure of accepting that my entries can be read by others. I'm still in the two-years-ago mindset that my journal can and should be stashed under the bed, away from literate eyes. & seriously...I still struggle with the age-old 'I don't have anything worth reading to write,' which I know will be refuted by my family members (but it's still there.)
I was an avid journal writer from the time I was 13 years old or so, and I have 15+ fullsize volumes to prove it. In the last few years, I've traded my journal therapy for my husband's conversation and companionship, (right on!) and am nothing but grateful for the opportunity & actuality of that switch. Journals are important, though, and ideally I would still be keeping a written record of my new and improved life. I've thrown in recent excuses like shift work, low energy levels, daily muscle pains, a newfound interest in and addiction to PC video games (the most pathetic of the excuses, but the most fun), job searching & interviews for a non-shiftwork job, along with the still-present desire to be with my husband in my free time, and my journal-writing priority has plunged to the depths of...somewhere down there in the shelving units of prioritization. But I still recognize I have plenty of time available to be blogging or writing or whatever journaling would entail for me now. If I'll just use it. The big IF.

Please don't wipe your boogers on me

Boogers are funny little things. Everyone has 'em. Everyone picks 'em out of their nostrils. And everyone has to wipe them somewhere. But please, (please for the love of all mankind & good ol' common courtesy), don't wipe yours on me.

I know, I know. There are a lot of different analogies we can come up with here...
Don't wipe your bad mood into my happy space.
Don't scatter your doom & gloom on my optimistic outlooks.
Don't smother your criticism onto my efforts for improving.
Don't rub your personality disorder in my sanity.
Don't pummel your dirty habits into my eternal soul.
Don't smear your snideness on my uncertainty.
Don't dispense your rudeness around my difference of opinion.
Don't project your whiney complaints and self-pity into my attempts at a friendly conversation.

And while this might seem like I am using this blog to complain about people and their irritating negative actions, I am. Just like sticky Boogers, we each deal with our own negativity each day....just some of us don't tend to wipe it all over everyone else.
So why do most people understand that the wiping of Boogers is not socially acceptable (or kind to say the least), but so few seem to grasp the concept of negative energy and actions being socially unacceptable and incredibly unkind??

Boogers come off in a matter of seconds, usually with just plain water (or even just a flick of your fingernails) and a bit of soap or sanitizer if you're concerned about the invisible lingering germs. Negative energy is a bit tougher to eliminate. Ever had to start your day with hearing an unkind comment? How about bad news? A disappointment? Yelling? Rudeness? Cattiness? A head cold with...congestion?? How long does it take you to recover? Are you even able to recover some days? No simple solution of flicking, rinsing, or sudsing will eliminate what's been wiped, smothered, projected, and dispelled onto your sleeve, forehead, or heart.
So I say it's time for a change. Start now, start exactly where you are as you finish reading this sentence. No more Booger wiping today. Or tomorrow. Or the next day. When you're the victim, flick away. Recognize the snot-composed balls of goop for what they are, and don't be the continued spreader of snot.
The result? All in all, a cleaner and more sanitary (as well as sane) environment.