"Those who make peaceful revolution impossible will make violent revolution inevitable."
John F. Kennedy
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
In my own skin again
That title may seem strange, but OH! how glad I am to feel like myself again. A few days ago, I got a little perspective in the last place I would ever expect. (This is going to sound foolish, so consider yourself warned.) I was browsing through a few blogs, and hit a wikipedia link, and realized that a celebrity (whose name I will never mention for the shame that would surely ensue) is younger than I am. And it made me realize that I've really got to get my act together! And I really enjoy unexpected perspective. It's good livin', folks.
On to other things... this weekend, my Mom will be in NYC. Without me. :( She and my two aunts are going to see the city (it will be my AR & AS's first times in NYC), and visit JM. And I.WANT.TO.GO. However, I will be having a girls' weekend with dear friends in CleveVeg and the ATL. And I'm geniunely excited about that! We just saw each other in February, but it is critically important to get together regularly, so that's what we're doing. And it looks like we'll be having a big group for dinner on Friday night. I can't wait!
Last night, I got to go see Belle. She is too cute! She's not my kid, so I'm not going to get a picture up until her mom has time to post on her own myspace. (I figure that's the least I could do, right?) But, she is a cutie-patootie baby! I just love that she's not so small that you feel like you could break her. And for the record, I will almost assuredly have these kind of babies. BIG ONES.
My friend H. is probably being prepped right now for her new baby to make his grand entrance into the world! I'm so happy for her and can't wait to see her!
I realize that reality TV is kinda vapid, but my buddy Phil did a GREAT! JOB! LAST! NIGHT!. (I have totally stolen BooMama's exaggerated punctuation. And without shame, too.) I am proud of Phil because I know that he and his family love the Lord, and that God is going to use him to bless so many others. Plus, he makes me so proud of my Alma Mater! Yay Phil!
We have two cute little kittens at my house if anyone wants them. My roommate found them, and couldn't stand the thought of two tabby kittens starving or getting killed at the house. I can't blame her, but my allergies are on the fritz, so we gotta find Tigger and Tiger a home before my nasal cavaties REALLY start rebelling. And my roomie's dog, Harley, is eat up with the green-eyed monster. It's the funniest thing to watch.
I'm at a loss for profound deep words today, but I did tell my boss to "fake it 'til she could make it". Although I'm sure there is some deep theological term that says that much sweeter, it is so true that we have to press on through a difficult and/or frustrating period in our lives.
OOHHH... I have some hopefully very exciting news coming soon. Stay Tuned!
On to other things... this weekend, my Mom will be in NYC. Without me. :( She and my two aunts are going to see the city (it will be my AR & AS's first times in NYC), and visit JM. And I.WANT.TO.GO. However, I will be having a girls' weekend with dear friends in CleveVeg and the ATL. And I'm geniunely excited about that! We just saw each other in February, but it is critically important to get together regularly, so that's what we're doing. And it looks like we'll be having a big group for dinner on Friday night. I can't wait!
Last night, I got to go see Belle. She is too cute! She's not my kid, so I'm not going to get a picture up until her mom has time to post on her own myspace. (I figure that's the least I could do, right?) But, she is a cutie-patootie baby! I just love that she's not so small that you feel like you could break her. And for the record, I will almost assuredly have these kind of babies. BIG ONES.
My friend H. is probably being prepped right now for her new baby to make his grand entrance into the world! I'm so happy for her and can't wait to see her!
I realize that reality TV is kinda vapid, but my buddy Phil did a GREAT! JOB! LAST! NIGHT!. (I have totally stolen BooMama's exaggerated punctuation. And without shame, too.) I am proud of Phil because I know that he and his family love the Lord, and that God is going to use him to bless so many others. Plus, he makes me so proud of my Alma Mater! Yay Phil!
We have two cute little kittens at my house if anyone wants them. My roommate found them, and couldn't stand the thought of two tabby kittens starving or getting killed at the house. I can't blame her, but my allergies are on the fritz, so we gotta find Tigger and Tiger a home before my nasal cavaties REALLY start rebelling. And my roomie's dog, Harley, is eat up with the green-eyed monster. It's the funniest thing to watch.
I'm at a loss for profound deep words today, but I did tell my boss to "fake it 'til she could make it". Although I'm sure there is some deep theological term that says that much sweeter, it is so true that we have to press on through a difficult and/or frustrating period in our lives.
OOHHH... I have some hopefully very exciting news coming soon. Stay Tuned!
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Mean Girls
There is a song by that title on the Sugarland CD. I think the song is kind of stupid, but after an email I got this morning, it's appropriate.
PREFACE: I'm taking a backseat to sensetive blogging today. Stop reading if you don't like what I have to say. Or,... better yet... POST A COMMENT. I am not perfect. I don't profess to be ever. I have to ask for forgiveness DAILY.
I don't normally have mean posts. I get frustrated; I'm human. I get aggravated; I'm human. I do foolish things; I'm human. When I get angry, I lash out; I'm human. But I really try HARD not to be a mean girl, because I know that God will get me. He will find some way to humble me, privately or publicly -- God doesn't care.
With that said, I've had a recent situation with someone who used to be in my life. Things didn't work out, THANK! GOD! ALMIGHTY! PRAISE! JEHOVAH! HALLELUJAH! I really thought the situation was resolved, until I posted an entry last Tuesday, simply expressing concerns and thoughts. And then I got an email from the last person on earth that I thought would ever email me because I thought they had better sense than that. And then, in a bizarre turn of events, I responded. And then all HELL broke loose.
And then I went on vacation.
And then I come back to some FOOLISH emails. For the record, I gave the folks involved the benefit of the doubt. But I've just decided that there are people who are malicious and mean. AND THEY'RE IN MINISTRY!?! (And having been a preacher's kid MY ENTIRE LIFE, I reserve the right to say that unashamedly.)
I know this much -- I can't do anything to change people. My life is an ever-constant process of growth and change, and it's good, hard at times, but growth is and should always be good. (Unless of course, it's your waist size, and then you need to check on that.) LET ME STRESS THAT I ASK FOR FORGIVENESS EVERY DAY, OFTEN MORE THAN ONCE!
However, if you WILLINGLY do something that you know in your gut is not kosher, and your friends (those people who are close to you and you keep in regular contact with) are advising you to reconsider, or at least reassess a situation, but you do it anyway, then I'm at a loss for sympathy for you. Furthermore, if you don't deal with stuff, then YOUR CHILDREN will. THAT'S SCRIPTURAL. I've been on that road, and finally got the hint. God is the redeemer of our lives. He will cover us, and our foolishness, but that doesn't mean He will Bless it to the fullest, because it's not perfect will.
And... what comes around, goes around. You can call it Karma. You can call it what you want, or pretend to ignore it. But if you don't deal with it, then it will come back and deal with you.
Mean Girls make Mean Women.
PREFACE: I'm taking a backseat to sensetive blogging today. Stop reading if you don't like what I have to say. Or,... better yet... POST A COMMENT. I am not perfect. I don't profess to be ever. I have to ask for forgiveness DAILY.
I don't normally have mean posts. I get frustrated; I'm human. I get aggravated; I'm human. I do foolish things; I'm human. When I get angry, I lash out; I'm human. But I really try HARD not to be a mean girl, because I know that God will get me. He will find some way to humble me, privately or publicly -- God doesn't care.
With that said, I've had a recent situation with someone who used to be in my life. Things didn't work out, THANK! GOD! ALMIGHTY! PRAISE! JEHOVAH! HALLELUJAH! I really thought the situation was resolved, until I posted an entry last Tuesday, simply expressing concerns and thoughts. And then I got an email from the last person on earth that I thought would ever email me because I thought they had better sense than that. And then, in a bizarre turn of events, I responded. And then all HELL broke loose.
And then I went on vacation.
And then I come back to some FOOLISH emails. For the record, I gave the folks involved the benefit of the doubt. But I've just decided that there are people who are malicious and mean. AND THEY'RE IN MINISTRY!?! (And having been a preacher's kid MY ENTIRE LIFE, I reserve the right to say that unashamedly.)
I know this much -- I can't do anything to change people. My life is an ever-constant process of growth and change, and it's good, hard at times, but growth is and should always be good. (Unless of course, it's your waist size, and then you need to check on that.) LET ME STRESS THAT I ASK FOR FORGIVENESS EVERY DAY, OFTEN MORE THAN ONCE!
However, if you WILLINGLY do something that you know in your gut is not kosher, and your friends (those people who are close to you and you keep in regular contact with) are advising you to reconsider, or at least reassess a situation, but you do it anyway, then I'm at a loss for sympathy for you. Furthermore, if you don't deal with stuff, then YOUR CHILDREN will. THAT'S SCRIPTURAL. I've been on that road, and finally got the hint. God is the redeemer of our lives. He will cover us, and our foolishness, but that doesn't mean He will Bless it to the fullest, because it's not perfect will.
And... what comes around, goes around. You can call it Karma. You can call it what you want, or pretend to ignore it. But if you don't deal with it, then it will come back and deal with you.
Mean Girls make Mean Women.
Challenge!
Thanks to BooMama, I found Tales from the Scales: An internet weightloss challenge.
At work, we've been doing a Biggest Loser challenge for well over a year now, but I love blog challenges, and will incorporate my BL weight/info into this!
I have set up a private blog with my weight stuff on it, to get ready for the challenge. If you'd like to join with me, drop me a comment or email, and I'll email you the link to my weight blog!
At work, we've been doing a Biggest Loser challenge for well over a year now, but I love blog challenges, and will incorporate my BL weight/info into this!
I have set up a private blog with my weight stuff on it, to get ready for the challenge. If you'd like to join with me, drop me a comment or email, and I'll email you the link to my weight blog!
"Miss Scah-lett..."
"I don't know nothin' 'bout birthin' no babies!" (Gone with the Wind)
Mammy (Hattie McDaniel's character) might not, but my good friends do! My friend K. gave birth to a BIG baby girl this morning, G.B.S "Belle", who entered the world with the following stats:
Weight: 9 lbs, 7 oz
Length: 23 inches long
You did not misread that either. 23 INCHES LONG. A miniscule inch shy of TWO FEET. Wowsa.
My friend K. is only 5'2", so I've decided that she all but gave birth to a half-grown basketball player. Maybe Belle can grow up and play professionally so K. and her husband can retire in their 40's.
Mammy (Hattie McDaniel's character) might not, but my good friends do! My friend K. gave birth to a BIG baby girl this morning, G.B.S "Belle", who entered the world with the following stats:
Weight: 9 lbs, 7 oz
Length: 23 inches long
You did not misread that either. 23 INCHES LONG. A miniscule inch shy of TWO FEET. Wowsa.
My friend K. is only 5'2", so I've decided that she all but gave birth to a half-grown basketball player. Maybe Belle can grow up and play professionally so K. and her husband can retire in their 40's.
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