My Zodiac sign, and does it fit my personality....
Well, to be completely honest with you, I'm going to have to go google what my Zodiac sign is......
....OK I'm back. Apparently I'm a Libra. Supposedly, I'm diplomatic, charming, easy going, idealistic, sociable and charming and peaceable. I'm also apparently indecisive, gullible, easily influenced, and self-indulgent. From what I read, its the most desirable of all zodiac signs.
Well, that is all news to me. I've never have paid much attention to what my horoscope says, or anything like that. There's some debate as to whether the Zodiac is acceptable for Christians, and I've even heard some say that it actually can reflect the gospel.
I can see how they came to that conclusion, but I don't put a lot of stock in it. The Bible does tell us to stay away from soothsayers, etc.
I'm very diplomatic, easy going, and sociable. I'm not at all indecisive or easily influenced. And I'm not self indulgent in any way! Personally, I don't want a 3-line blurb in the new paper predicting how my day will go, simply because of the day and month I was born. Especially when that blurb is so vague it could almost apply to anyone, anywhere!
So, I'd rather just trust that my day and life is the Hands of God, who controls everything!
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Monday, September 12, 2011
30 Day Challenge - Day 5
Today's question is: What are your favorite comfort foods, and why?
To make a long story short, my favorite comfort food is food.
It really depends on what the situation I'm needing comfort from is!
You know those days when you just want to go back to being a kid, sitting at home, without a worry in the world? Well, those days call for chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, homemade gravy, a salad and rolls...with a giant glass of sweet iced tea. (So I'm from the south. I can't help it!)
On cold winter days, its stew. Now, every single person,besides me, in my immediate family hates stew. Like, really, really hates it. But I really, really don't care! I make it about once a week during the winter!
Colds and sore throats call for potato soup.
Saturday afternoons when I'm cleaning, I love to eat cold meatloaf sandwiches.
But really, I just love food!
To make a long story short, my favorite comfort food is food.
It really depends on what the situation I'm needing comfort from is!
You know those days when you just want to go back to being a kid, sitting at home, without a worry in the world? Well, those days call for chicken fried steak, mashed potatoes, homemade gravy, a salad and rolls...with a giant glass of sweet iced tea. (So I'm from the south. I can't help it!)
On cold winter days, its stew. Now, every single person,besides me, in my immediate family hates stew. Like, really, really hates it. But I really, really don't care! I make it about once a week during the winter!
Colds and sore throats call for potato soup.
Saturday afternoons when I'm cleaning, I love to eat cold meatloaf sandwiches.
But really, I just love food!
Friday, September 9, 2011
30 Day Challenge - Day 4
So, you want to know my views on religion?
This may shock you.
I hate it. Yep, I hate religion.
Religion is cold, stuffy and legalistic.
Religion tells you what you can't do and what you must do.
Religion pushes people away.
Religion makes you look arrogant and holier than those around you.
But a relationship with with a loving God, who sent His Son to die for me? Now that is a different story.
I'm a born again Christian, saved through grace. I believe in God Almighty, the maker of heaven and earth. I believe in his son, Jesus Christ, and that He sacrificed Himself on the cross for my sins. I believe He was raised from the dead, and sits at the right hand of his Father.
I believer I am the chiefest of sinners, but have forgiveness through the blood of Jesus. I know I will continue to fail throughout this life, but that God will continue love me.
I believe that everything I have has been given to me from the Lord, and that the purpose of my life is to live in a way that will glorify Him.
Religion is dead. But a relationship with God? It gets better every day.
This may shock you.
I hate it. Yep, I hate religion.
Religion is cold, stuffy and legalistic.
Religion tells you what you can't do and what you must do.
Religion pushes people away.
Religion makes you look arrogant and holier than those around you.
But a relationship with with a loving God, who sent His Son to die for me? Now that is a different story.
I'm a born again Christian, saved through grace. I believe in God Almighty, the maker of heaven and earth. I believe in his son, Jesus Christ, and that He sacrificed Himself on the cross for my sins. I believe He was raised from the dead, and sits at the right hand of his Father.
I believer I am the chiefest of sinners, but have forgiveness through the blood of Jesus. I know I will continue to fail throughout this life, but that God will continue love me.
I believe that everything I have has been given to me from the Lord, and that the purpose of my life is to live in a way that will glorify Him.
Religion is dead. But a relationship with God? It gets better every day.
Thursday, September 8, 2011
30 Day Challenge - Day 3
Its day 3 of my 30 day challenge, and a topic I do love to talk about.
My Top 5 Pet Peeves.
I am a little peeved that I must limit it to 5, but here goes.
1. When people interrupt while I am talking. Or when anyone interrupts anyone else for that matter. It is just so rude. Its like the person interrupting thinks what they have to say is such much more important than the first person that it just can't wait. Its highly annoying, and makes me want to turn around and walk off when it is their turn to talk.
2. Arrogance. I don't care if you graduated at the top of the dean's list, or if you dropped out of high school. I don't care if you are worth 10 billion dollars, or ten bucks. I don't care if you are the Pope, the president, the Queen of England, or the janitor, I will treat you with respect. But, if you act like you are God's gift to humanity and deserve to be treated as such, I most likely won't give you the time of day, let alone my respect. Every person in this world puts their pants (or skirts!) on the same way every morning, and everyone takes them off the same way to go potty. Even you, Mr. I-Think-I'm-So-Much-Better-Than-You. Yes, you know.
3. People who don't use their turn signals. I mean, really. How stinkin' hard is it to turn your blinker on!?
4. Parents who do not make their children obey. Now, I'm not talking about the mom who's child didn't get a nap one day and is being a little fussy. No, that I can understand. I'm talking about the mother who takes her 6+ year old children to the store and allows them to run around like hellians. It isn't cute...not even in the least. In the words of Rodney Carrington, "Ding ding! Whoop your kids!"
5. Poor customer service. I realize that working at a place like Taco Bell, or McDonald's, or a convenience store might not be the best job in the world. In fact, I can see where it would be really hard. But it is your job, and you get paid to do it. So do the best job you can! I was once told "This might be the 70th time you have helped customers with the same exact problem, but it is probably the first time they have had this problem. Treat them like they are important, not like you are sick of doing the same thing." And for goodness sake, buy a turtleneck if you insist on coming to work with hickies.
I've got to say, limiting my list of pet peeves down to five is difficult. I do have a lot. But the more I think about it, I think they all come down to the same thing. Lack of common sense. It doesn't take a rocket scientist!
So, what are some of your pet peeves!?
My Top 5 Pet Peeves.
I am a little peeved that I must limit it to 5, but here goes.
1. When people interrupt while I am talking. Or when anyone interrupts anyone else for that matter. It is just so rude. Its like the person interrupting thinks what they have to say is such much more important than the first person that it just can't wait. Its highly annoying, and makes me want to turn around and walk off when it is their turn to talk.
2. Arrogance. I don't care if you graduated at the top of the dean's list, or if you dropped out of high school. I don't care if you are worth 10 billion dollars, or ten bucks. I don't care if you are the Pope, the president, the Queen of England, or the janitor, I will treat you with respect. But, if you act like you are God's gift to humanity and deserve to be treated as such, I most likely won't give you the time of day, let alone my respect. Every person in this world puts their pants (or skirts!) on the same way every morning, and everyone takes them off the same way to go potty. Even you, Mr. I-Think-I'm-So-Much-Better-Than-You. Yes, you know.
3. People who don't use their turn signals. I mean, really. How stinkin' hard is it to turn your blinker on!?
4. Parents who do not make their children obey. Now, I'm not talking about the mom who's child didn't get a nap one day and is being a little fussy. No, that I can understand. I'm talking about the mother who takes her 6+ year old children to the store and allows them to run around like hellians. It isn't cute...not even in the least. In the words of Rodney Carrington, "Ding ding! Whoop your kids!"
5. Poor customer service. I realize that working at a place like Taco Bell, or McDonald's, or a convenience store might not be the best job in the world. In fact, I can see where it would be really hard. But it is your job, and you get paid to do it. So do the best job you can! I was once told "This might be the 70th time you have helped customers with the same exact problem, but it is probably the first time they have had this problem. Treat them like they are important, not like you are sick of doing the same thing." And for goodness sake, buy a turtleneck if you insist on coming to work with hickies.
I've got to say, limiting my list of pet peeves down to five is difficult. I do have a lot. But the more I think about it, I think they all come down to the same thing. Lack of common sense. It doesn't take a rocket scientist!
So, what are some of your pet peeves!?
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
30 Day Challenge - Day Two
Day Two: Where I'd like to be in ten years?
I think I'd like to be in a retirement village, where I could pay to have someone do everything for me.
No, seriously, 10 years is an awful long way away.
Flower will be 18.
Little Man will be almost 13.
Barb Wire Man will be (hehe) almost 43.
I will be....ohmalawd, 39.
Hopefully, I will be watching my oldest start her college career, while getting my youngest ready for middle school.
I'd love to have a house out in the country, where Barb Wire Man and I could sit on the front porch in the evenings and talk in the quiet without the noise of loud, drunk, neighbors who trash their yard.
I would love to see Barb Wire Man have fulfilled his dream of owning his own Peterbilt, and maybe even get to travel with him some!
I'd want exactly what I want now: for my family to walk in a relationship with the Lord, and to serve Him.
I'm quite a content person. I can be happy in just about any situation. But truly, as long as my children are healthy, my husband is healthy, I'm healthy, then all will be well!
And, speaking of healthy, I can finally say that all these years, my weird stomach pains were not in my head! And to all the doctors who told my mom I had gas or indigestion...you were wrong! I do have gallbladder problems, just as I suspected. I think there is more going on, but we are going to take one thing at a time. Looks like I'll be going in for surgery soon!
I think I'd like to be in a retirement village, where I could pay to have someone do everything for me.
No, seriously, 10 years is an awful long way away.
Flower will be 18.
Little Man will be almost 13.
Barb Wire Man will be (hehe) almost 43.
I will be....ohmalawd, 39.
Hopefully, I will be watching my oldest start her college career, while getting my youngest ready for middle school.
I'd love to have a house out in the country, where Barb Wire Man and I could sit on the front porch in the evenings and talk in the quiet without the noise of loud, drunk, neighbors who trash their yard.
I would love to see Barb Wire Man have fulfilled his dream of owning his own Peterbilt, and maybe even get to travel with him some!
I'd want exactly what I want now: for my family to walk in a relationship with the Lord, and to serve Him.
I'm quite a content person. I can be happy in just about any situation. But truly, as long as my children are healthy, my husband is healthy, I'm healthy, then all will be well!
And, speaking of healthy, I can finally say that all these years, my weird stomach pains were not in my head! And to all the doctors who told my mom I had gas or indigestion...you were wrong! I do have gallbladder problems, just as I suspected. I think there is more going on, but we are going to take one thing at a time. Looks like I'll be going in for surgery soon!
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Thirty Day Challenge: Day One - My Relationship Status
Good Tuesday Morning! I hope everyone had a nice, relaxing Memorial Day!
I've seen this floating around the blogosphere, and because I've been so out of it lately, thought I might give it a try. Maybe it will help the creative writing juices in my head start flowing again, so here it goes:
The Thirty Day Blogging Challenge: Day One
Your current relationship status
Well, anyone who has read this knows I'm married. I'm very happily married to a perfectly imperfect man whom I call Barb Wire Man. We got married in November of 2006, so we are coming up on our 6 year anniversary.
He went from being the epitome of college bachelor to wonderful husband and step-daddy overnight.
He is a rough and tough man.
My Daddy loves him, and that really is all that matters, right?
He does whatever he must to make something happen.
He wears Harley Davidson T-shirts, blue jeans, and boots every single day.
He enjoys drinking a few cold beers with his buddies, sometimes a little too much.
He makes driving a semi-truck look hot.
He has an awesome go-tee, which would be 3 inches longer had I not accidentally lit it on fire once.
He shoots straight, and his word is the gospel truth...unless he is trying to tease you. He has successfully convinced me of many things that are not true.
He will never place anything in this world above me, Flower, or Little Man.
If he enjoys something, he becomes passionate about it. He is an all or nothing type of man.
He has the most awesome smile, which he passed on to Little Man. They can both melt me with their smiles.
He is very intelligent.
He has figured out that he will never figure me out, and for that, I am grateful.
He loves the weird things about me, or at least pretends not to notice.
He lets me speak my mind, and knows I'm incredibly independent.
He teaches my children how to appreciate the good things in life, like, AC/DC, Guns N Roses, Metallica, and anything else that is considered "hair band". (As I write this, they are in there listening to "Never Let You Go", by Steelheart, while he explains to Flower that it is indeed a man singing.)
He also knows when it is time for me to shut up, and I know what "that look" means.
He works hard for our family to provide the life we have.
He knows how to have a good time.
He makes me proud to be his wife.
He flips the camera off almost every time I try to take a picture of him, simply because he knows it make me mad.
He loves me like the dickens.
He is going to chew my butt out for putting these pictures of him on here when he gets home from work. He might even call me from work and chew me out.
There's an awful lot about him that drives me nuts, too. Mostly, all the things I listed above! But, I love him. I love him dearly, and as long as I grow old with him, everything will be OK.
He is my best friend.
I've seen this floating around the blogosphere, and because I've been so out of it lately, thought I might give it a try. Maybe it will help the creative writing juices in my head start flowing again, so here it goes:
The Thirty Day Blogging Challenge: Day One
Your current relationship status
Well, anyone who has read this knows I'm married. I'm very happily married to a perfectly imperfect man whom I call Barb Wire Man. We got married in November of 2006, so we are coming up on our 6 year anniversary.
He is a rough and tough man.
My Daddy loves him, and that really is all that matters, right?
He does whatever he must to make something happen.
He wears Harley Davidson T-shirts, blue jeans, and boots every single day.
He enjoys drinking a few cold beers with his buddies, sometimes a little too much.
He makes driving a semi-truck look hot.
He has an awesome go-tee, which would be 3 inches longer had I not accidentally lit it on fire once.
He shoots straight, and his word is the gospel truth...unless he is trying to tease you. He has successfully convinced me of many things that are not true.
He will never place anything in this world above me, Flower, or Little Man.
If he enjoys something, he becomes passionate about it. He is an all or nothing type of man.
He has the most awesome smile, which he passed on to Little Man. They can both melt me with their smiles.
He is very intelligent.
He has figured out that he will never figure me out, and for that, I am grateful.
He loves the weird things about me, or at least pretends not to notice.
He lets me speak my mind, and knows I'm incredibly independent.
He teaches my children how to appreciate the good things in life, like, AC/DC, Guns N Roses, Metallica, and anything else that is considered "hair band". (As I write this, they are in there listening to "Never Let You Go", by Steelheart, while he explains to Flower that it is indeed a man singing.)
He also knows when it is time for me to shut up, and I know what "that look" means.
He works hard for our family to provide the life we have.
He knows how to have a good time.
He makes me proud to be his wife.
He flips the camera off almost every time I try to take a picture of him, simply because he knows it make me mad.
He loves me like the dickens.
He is going to chew my butt out for putting these pictures of him on here when he gets home from work. He might even call me from work and chew me out.
There's an awful lot about him that drives me nuts, too. Mostly, all the things I listed above! But, I love him. I love him dearly, and as long as I grow old with him, everything will be OK.
He is my best friend.
Monday, September 5, 2011
...His Mercies Never End.
Hello again, world. I'm ba-aaack! At least for now, anyhow. I'm feeling much better for the most part, and am now just waiting on test results. I'm praying these results will tell us what in the world is going on with my body, because frankly, I don't want any more tests!
I made it to church yesterday! Praise God! The pastor's message went hand in hand with the things I have been reading, thinking, and feeling. Thursday night, I was hurting pretty badly, and just not feeling well at all. I couldn't sleep, and figured I was probably keeping Barb Wire Man up, too. As I was lying there, my mind wandered and I thought, "OK, God. I'm in pain. I feel like all 18 wheel's of Barb Wire Man's truck have just run over me. I've prayed, and prayed and prayed, and honestly, I don't know where in the heck you are. I'm starting to get really frustrated. I feel like I do my best to serve you and honor you, but here lately, I'm not feeling like you care anymore. Is it even worth it?! I'm scared something is really wrong with me, and where are you God?!"
The next morning, I didn't even feel like reading my Bible like usual. I just grabbed it, and opened it up, not even really caring where it landed. It was Lamentations 3. I thought "Really?! Lamentations!? A book that is 5 whole chapters long, out of 66 books in the Bible!? What are the chances...."
Until I got to verses 21&22:
"Yet I call this to mind, and therefore I have hope: because of Yahweh's faithful love, we do not perish, for His mercies never end. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness! I say, "Yahweh is my portion, therefore, I put my hope in Him."
Hmm.
Skip forward to Sunday morning. I took Flower to Sunday School, but came back home to finish getting myself and Little Man ready. Natalie Grant's new Song Your Great Name came on, and I drove around until it finished playing. I loved the line: Every fear has no place, at the sound of your great name. The enemy, he has to leave, at the sound of your great name! It gave me chills!
The first song we sang in church was the old hymn Great is They Faithfulness. Indeed. At his point, I was thinking "OK, God. I totally get it now. I'm listening!" Then would you believe the sermon was based on Lamentations 3:21-26?! NO JOKE! I darn near fell out of the pew.
The first point of his sermon was that God's faithfulness is evident despite the trials of life. Why am I going through trials? Because of sin. Because God made us in His perfect will, but we chose to leave that path, and sickness is just one of the repercussions of that very first sin. God's mercies are new every morning, yet they are unchanging. He loves us. He is faithful to see us through our trials.
I'm not putting my hope in doctors figuring out what is wrong. I'm not putting my hope in finding which pill is going to make me feel better. I'm not putting my hope in a surgery.
I am putting my hope in my God who loves me and wants the best for me. I am putting my hope in Him, that He will guide the doctors to help me make the best decisions. I am putting my hope in Him, that he will use this time in my life as a testimony and witness to those around me, just as He has every other trial in my life. Why? Because He is faithful, and therefore, I have hope.
I made it to church yesterday! Praise God! The pastor's message went hand in hand with the things I have been reading, thinking, and feeling. Thursday night, I was hurting pretty badly, and just not feeling well at all. I couldn't sleep, and figured I was probably keeping Barb Wire Man up, too. As I was lying there, my mind wandered and I thought, "OK, God. I'm in pain. I feel like all 18 wheel's of Barb Wire Man's truck have just run over me. I've prayed, and prayed and prayed, and honestly, I don't know where in the heck you are. I'm starting to get really frustrated. I feel like I do my best to serve you and honor you, but here lately, I'm not feeling like you care anymore. Is it even worth it?! I'm scared something is really wrong with me, and where are you God?!"
The next morning, I didn't even feel like reading my Bible like usual. I just grabbed it, and opened it up, not even really caring where it landed. It was Lamentations 3. I thought "Really?! Lamentations!? A book that is 5 whole chapters long, out of 66 books in the Bible!? What are the chances...."
Until I got to verses 21&22:
"Yet I call this to mind, and therefore I have hope: because of Yahweh's faithful love, we do not perish, for His mercies never end. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness! I say, "Yahweh is my portion, therefore, I put my hope in Him."
Hmm.
Skip forward to Sunday morning. I took Flower to Sunday School, but came back home to finish getting myself and Little Man ready. Natalie Grant's new Song Your Great Name came on, and I drove around until it finished playing. I loved the line: Every fear has no place, at the sound of your great name. The enemy, he has to leave, at the sound of your great name! It gave me chills!
The first song we sang in church was the old hymn Great is They Faithfulness. Indeed. At his point, I was thinking "OK, God. I totally get it now. I'm listening!" Then would you believe the sermon was based on Lamentations 3:21-26?! NO JOKE! I darn near fell out of the pew.
The first point of his sermon was that God's faithfulness is evident despite the trials of life. Why am I going through trials? Because of sin. Because God made us in His perfect will, but we chose to leave that path, and sickness is just one of the repercussions of that very first sin. God's mercies are new every morning, yet they are unchanging. He loves us. He is faithful to see us through our trials.
I'm not putting my hope in doctors figuring out what is wrong. I'm not putting my hope in finding which pill is going to make me feel better. I'm not putting my hope in a surgery.
I am putting my hope in my God who loves me and wants the best for me. I am putting my hope in Him, that He will guide the doctors to help me make the best decisions. I am putting my hope in Him, that he will use this time in my life as a testimony and witness to those around me, just as He has every other trial in my life. Why? Because He is faithful, and therefore, I have hope.
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