so, today i'm supposed to write three wishes. (thank you for helping me reign myself in, katie... i needed it!). well, i don't make wishes really, so i'll tell you what i'm praying for.
3. i pray that i can have children. and with that, i hope to become more domestic. i want to be one of those mama's that people envy... mostly in the kitchen. some people want to be great doctors or lawyers.. i want to be a great housewife and mom. which includes baking my own bread, which i'm doing right now. i've never baked bread from scratch, so wish me luck.
2. i pray that my kids get to enjoy their grandparents. i know that's kinda strange, as my and john's parents are healthy and going, but it's something that crosses my mind. a lot of my family had kids out of wedlock and very young, but they got to hang with my grandma and she's passed, so i just think about it. i'm weird.
1. i pray that i continually grow in my faith and constantly learn more about the word of God.. and i'm studying. but i feel like i study so slowly and there is so much to know. with this prayer, i guess that i may as well add a request for some more self control or discipline. i can be so lazy. was that a twofer? sorry.
what are you guys wishing for?
11.08.2010
11.07.2010
challenge day 28: STRESS!!!!!!
i can't believe this challenge is so close to being over. what the heck will i write about now? i guess that kind of stresses me out. but there are a few things that never fail to raise my blood pressure. here is a count down.
updated 11/07/10 19:06 - added a number five. couldn't help myself.
well now. if the world could exist without los angeles and politics (especially los angelenos who talk about politics), incorrect views of God, and everyone was polite and didn't do the same things at the same time... i just might be stress free.
maybe.
updated 11/07/10 19:06 - added a number five. couldn't help myself.
number five.
why do you ask me for advice? why do you unload your crap on me? WHY do you CONTINUE to bemoan your situation and never, ever, ever make a change? not even try to take advice? not even pretend like you're going to try to take advice? i do not want to hear you talk about your problems. i will happily listen to you talk through your problems: grow, move on, heal... but not complain. and then... you get your feelings hurt when i'm honest with you. are we twelve?
number four.
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| image from wired.com |
you may think this is traffic, and you'd be right. but specifically, it's LOS ANGELES. i do not love that place. ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! (can you tell how serious i am?) i don't mind heavy traffic all that much, i DID grow up 15 minutes from san francisco. but los angeles traffic is obnoxious. two a.m. on a tuesday? where are you going? SO many people who probably don't have licenses, and think they're more important than you, and mainly just so many people. i'll get to that in a second.
number three.
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| from kevin baker, via les jones. |
politics. the end.
number two.
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| photo by dennis macdonald |
i have what can only really be defined as social anxiety. i won't get into the details, but crowds of people (especially those being herded) have triggered some pretty serious reactions from me. i like things where crowds are involved, like sports events and theme parks, but i can hardly handle the people. it doesn't even really have to be a big crowd. Sergeant J is a 100% extrovert though, and that sometimes holds him back unfortunately. it boils down to these: 1) i do not appreciate unexpected or uninvited physical contact; 2) people are increasingly obnoxious and can't control themselves or their children; and 3) i think people are judging me. i know they aren't. don't try to talk me out of it.
number one.
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| bligbi.com |
i realize that i'm moving quickly from stress to anger with this one, but i hate, let me emphasize HATE bad theology. i was going to put a picture of joel osteen but i realize that there are some people who like him and i have not finished reading "your best life now" so i don't have enough information to add him to my list. it's not just prosperity gospel that gets under my skin. others would include incorrect christology, universalism, cheap grace, improper handling of sin, omitting any teaching because of your own sin, and salvation by works. similarly, it stresses me to think that people are being turned against the church because of these false teachings. i'm going to try not to get on my soapbox here, but suffice it to say that i also don't think you have to be a theological giant, either. just know the word. anything added or taken from the word, or anything multiplied or divided in importance in the word is heresy. know the word!
one thing that no longer stresses me out is money, thanks to this man:
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| (dave ramsey from in.com) |
he's reminded me of the stuff my daddy taught me, and taught me some stuff my daddy hadn't thought of. i know some people love him and some hate him, but he's alright with me!
well now. if the world could exist without los angeles and politics (especially los angelenos who talk about politics), incorrect views of God, and everyone was polite and didn't do the same things at the same time... i just might be stress free.
maybe.
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11.06.2010
challenge day 27: pets
so, the Sarge and i don't have pets right now and no plans get one. we had a dog, i'll get to that in a second.
first of all, i didn't grow up in a home with pets. at least not until i was in high school. i had a cat named delilah for all four years of high school and a few years of college before my parents finally had to rehome her. she was really crazy. like seriously. i mean, she loved us (as far as we could tell) but she HATED company. and i don't mean that lightly. she would hiss and groan and attack! so our vet suggested half a tablet of valium... it did not work. we tried giving her a whole tablet before finally just putting her in the laundry room when we had company. (my parents laundry room was NOT small, it was at least as big as our guest room here!) but she would finally get out and stalk around the house to the places where people had been seating or gathered and would hiss and groan for at least an hour after people were gone! she was ridiculous. but i loved her. sorry i don't have a picture, i haven't figured out how to scan on my new printer. but she was precious... just hateful.
she was ESPECIALLY hateful when i found a stray cat on my way home from school one day. i literally saw this car drive past taco bell and throw something out the window. and it was a tiny little white cat. i cared for him for a little while (my parents were none the wiser). they found out eventually of course and we found him a home. again, no pic. sorry. [11/7: i actually can't find the few pictures i have of snowball... soooo... maybe another day :)]
then i was pet-less for several years until my senior year in college. i guess the Sarge and i were pretty serious and decided we wanted a pet. i didn't really like dogs that much, but our friends had a chocolate lab who the Sarge loved. so.. we found tyson, a mutt with some lab in him.
he was from dallas and had a tough first 6 months. his owner kept him in a room most of the day because he worked two jobs and didn't really have time for a pet. so ty had some maladjusted behaviors, but he was sweet. and lived with me in arkadelphia for a while. the Sarge would take him out for long, ridiculous 2 hour walks and he LOVED the contry. he was a crazy dog, but he was so precious. he loved to cuddle with me and he also loved to go crazy with ol' Sarge (he did clearly have some lab in him... so duh).
so his story is not sad, but i am sad about it. i moved back to little rock after i graduated high school and the Sarge kept him at his parents house. that was perfect because it's the country and he could literally run laps around the house (and he did... for about 3 hours when we first took him out there). they have 4 acres, so he could come and go as he pleased, AND they have two other dogs so he got to make some furry buddies. the Sarge eventually started working on orders with the military in north little rock, so he had to leave ty at his parents' house. we planned on bringing him up to live with us once the Sarge got a home in sherwood (which also had a nice backyard), but then we got orders to report to camp pendleton. and it would have been cruel to bring him back to a situation where he'd have to stay inside most of the time. and we didn't know what the housing would be like, so we would have had to drive back and get him anyway. so... he's at the Sarge's parents' house. and loves it, of course.
but i miss him.
a lot.
we don't want another pet because our lifestyle is not really conducive to pets. obviously, lots of military families have pets, but we are hoping to expand our family soon and decided that we don't want to get attached to a dog, or be burdened with not being able to live on base because of one. i'm not really bummed about it. but i do miss my little ty-ty. he is a good boy.
first of all, i didn't grow up in a home with pets. at least not until i was in high school. i had a cat named delilah for all four years of high school and a few years of college before my parents finally had to rehome her. she was really crazy. like seriously. i mean, she loved us (as far as we could tell) but she HATED company. and i don't mean that lightly. she would hiss and groan and attack! so our vet suggested half a tablet of valium... it did not work. we tried giving her a whole tablet before finally just putting her in the laundry room when we had company. (my parents laundry room was NOT small, it was at least as big as our guest room here!) but she would finally get out and stalk around the house to the places where people had been seating or gathered and would hiss and groan for at least an hour after people were gone! she was ridiculous. but i loved her. sorry i don't have a picture, i haven't figured out how to scan on my new printer. but she was precious... just hateful.
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| 11/7 update: i figured it out! this is my precious delilah. :) |
she was ESPECIALLY hateful when i found a stray cat on my way home from school one day. i literally saw this car drive past taco bell and throw something out the window. and it was a tiny little white cat. i cared for him for a little while (my parents were none the wiser). they found out eventually of course and we found him a home. again, no pic. sorry. [11/7: i actually can't find the few pictures i have of snowball... soooo... maybe another day :)]
then i was pet-less for several years until my senior year in college. i guess the Sarge and i were pretty serious and decided we wanted a pet. i didn't really like dogs that much, but our friends had a chocolate lab who the Sarge loved. so.. we found tyson, a mutt with some lab in him.
he was from dallas and had a tough first 6 months. his owner kept him in a room most of the day because he worked two jobs and didn't really have time for a pet. so ty had some maladjusted behaviors, but he was sweet. and lived with me in arkadelphia for a while. the Sarge would take him out for long, ridiculous 2 hour walks and he LOVED the contry. he was a crazy dog, but he was so precious. he loved to cuddle with me and he also loved to go crazy with ol' Sarge (he did clearly have some lab in him... so duh).
so his story is not sad, but i am sad about it. i moved back to little rock after i graduated high school and the Sarge kept him at his parents house. that was perfect because it's the country and he could literally run laps around the house (and he did... for about 3 hours when we first took him out there). they have 4 acres, so he could come and go as he pleased, AND they have two other dogs so he got to make some furry buddies. the Sarge eventually started working on orders with the military in north little rock, so he had to leave ty at his parents' house. we planned on bringing him up to live with us once the Sarge got a home in sherwood (which also had a nice backyard), but then we got orders to report to camp pendleton. and it would have been cruel to bring him back to a situation where he'd have to stay inside most of the time. and we didn't know what the housing would be like, so we would have had to drive back and get him anyway. so... he's at the Sarge's parents' house. and loves it, of course.
but i miss him.
a lot.
we don't want another pet because our lifestyle is not really conducive to pets. obviously, lots of military families have pets, but we are hoping to expand our family soon and decided that we don't want to get attached to a dog, or be burdened with not being able to live on base because of one. i'm not really bummed about it. but i do miss my little ty-ty. he is a good boy.
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