Wednesday, August 31, 2005

is it just me...

...or is the blogging world kind of slow right now? Maybe it's just me. Anyways, I'm gonna take the easy way out today and link to this well-thought-out article on JMG's Tangled Weblog.

Monday, August 29, 2005

freedom of speech

One of the great things about America is that a grieving mother can protest war in a relatively peaceful environment. This is one of the reasons why I am grateful to live in this country.

Thursday, August 25, 2005

a father's letter to his daughter

If you read only one blog today, let it be Mike Cope's letter to his daughter Megan. Blessings on all you folks out there.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

let's hear it for mid-year resolutions. woo-hoo.

Okay, I'm sharing this so you can hold me accountable. It seems the more people I tell, the more sincere and resolute I have become in following through on this. (I guess that's the whole point of accountability.) I have made the following mid-year resolution: I will not purchase any new clothes, shoes, or craft-like items (for scrapbooks and other creative projects) until we have paid off our credit card debt in its entirety. (gulp)

And wouldn't you know it, the day after I made this resolution to God and my husband (who I am secretly hoping will join me in this venture), I bleach-stained my new favorite shirt that I bought two weeks ago. Brandon immediately tried to get online and convince me to buy a new one but I yelled "No!!! Get thou behind me, Satan!!! I will not give in! I will not give up!"

We WILL pay off this debt and I will NOT buy new clothes for any reason whatsoever. I WILL NOT!!! So there it is. In writing. There's no going back now.

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

pat robertson said WHAT?

I was thinking of writing about that whole Pat-Robertson-suggesting-murder-thing, but then I read Preston's blog. He sums up my thoughts quite nicely.

Thursday, August 18, 2005

for those of you who actually read my blog

I've been wanting to write this week, but I really feel the need to finish up my experience with PPD, and now I've got this sort of writer's block. I want to write about other things but I don't feel like I can until I finish my PPD story. But I keep putting off writing the rest of the story! Procrastination. Whatever.

Today one of my friends mentioned how she feels so self-centered, and I agreed (about myself! not her!). As I age, I realize just how self-centered we humans are, especially we Americans. Like, on Tuesday, I'd had a hard day (I really did have a hard day, honestly), and when Brandon got home, I grabbed my keys and said, "I've had a hard day. I'm going to buy ice cream." HELLO!!! Self-centered. There are millions of people who have never even tasted ice cream, and here I am feeling like I actually deserve some because I've been corralling a 1-year-old all day long.

This isn't meant to make anyone feel guilty about treating yourself. After all, God advises us through Solomon: "So I recommend having fun, because there is nothing better for people to do in this world than to eat, drink, and enjoy life. That way they will experience some happiness along with all the hard work God gives them." But we humans -- and again I say we Americans especially -- seem to think we are entitled to so much of everything.

Something to think about.

Friday, August 12, 2005

the little one

Man, I love that Rowan. I love him. My heart aches with love for him.

P. S. Wrap-up on my experience with postpartum depression coming soon.

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

feelin' cheeky

A recent situation in my life has provided me the opportunity to practice turning the other cheek.

Is it just me, or does turning the other cheek feel COMPLETELY UNNATURAL?

Monday, August 08, 2005

the trinity...journalistically speaking: an addendum

On December 1, 2004, I wrote a post entitled "The Trinity...Journalistically Speaking". Dan Rather and Tom Brokaw had announced their retirement from their positions as evening anchors on CBS and NBC. In my post, I labeled Dan, Tom and Peter Jennings as the "Big Three".

This morning, the Three are two. Peter Jennings died from lung cancer yesterday. I am in shock. I knew he was ill but I didn't realize how seriously. To me, his death truly marks the end to an era.

I ended my original post with the statement: "Life marches on." And it does. Always marching.

Thursday, August 04, 2005

from Life's Little Instruction Book

"Judge a person's character by:
1) how he earns his money
2) how he spends his money
3) how he treats his family"

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

compliments of deana

I read this on Deana's blog a while back...thought it was hilarious (and oh-so-true) I'm sharing. The comments in parentheses are my own.

You wore a rainbow shirt that was half-sleeves, and the rainbow went up one sleeve, across your chest, and down the other. (I don't recall having a rainbow shirt...Mom?)
You made baby chocolate cakes in your Easy Bake Oven and washed them down with snow cones from your Snoopy Snow Cone Machine. (no easy bake or snow cone machine either)
You had that Fisher Price Doctor's Kit with a stethoscope that actually worked. (I think I had this...)
You owned a bicycle with a banana seat and a plastic basket with flowers on it. (I DEFINITELY had this!)
You learned to skate with actual skates -- not roller blades -- that had metal wheels. (Jana on skates...doin' the Hokey Pokey...not a pretty picture)
You thought Gopher from Love Boat was cute -- admit it! (didn't watch the Love Boat, but the theme song is groovy)
You had nightmares after watching Fantasy Island. (I had nightmares...but not after watching Fantasy Island)
You had rubber boots for rainy days and Moon boots for snowy days. (no boots either)
You had either a bowl cut or pixie not to mention the Dorothy Hamil because your Mom was sick of braiding your hair. (actually I had what some might call a "white-girl afro" or an "Annie 'do")
People sometimes thought you were a boy. (ALL. THE. TIME.)
Your Holly Hobbie sleeping bag was your most prized possession. (of course)
You wore a poncho, gauchos, and knickers. (by knickers do you mean JAMS?)
You begged Santa for the electronic game, Simon. (no, I asked for pom-poms and Barbies)
You had the Donnie and Marie dolls with those pink and purple satiny shredded outfits. (I had their record, too)
You spent hours in your backyard on your metal swing set with the trapeze. The swing set tipped over at least once. (metal swingsets are an accident waiting to happen)
You had homemade ribbon barrettes in every imaginable color. (sure did, even though they didn't really work with the hair)
You had a pair of Doctor Scholl's sandals -- the ones with hard sole & the buckle. You also had a pair of salt-water sandals. (I wore SAS shoes...oh so styling)
You wanted to be Laura Ingalls Wilder so bad you wore Little House on the Prairie-inspired plaid, ruffle shirt with the high neck in at least one school picture; and you despised Nellie Olson! (that nasty Nellie! Laura Ingalls RULED!!!)
You wanted your first kiss to be at a roller rink. (the local rink was Hot Wheels but there wasn't any kissing happening)
Your hairstyle was described as having wings/feathers and you kept it pretty with the comb you kept in your back pocket. (no wings/feathers...just lots of frizz)
You know who Strawberry Shortcake is, as well as her friends Blueberry Muffin and Huckleberry Pie. (I miss them sometimes)
You carried a Muppets lunch box to school and it was metal, not plastic. (sing with me: It's time to get things started, it's time to light the lights...on the Muppet show tonight!)
You and your girlfriends would fight over which of the Dukes of Hazzard was your boyfriend. (didn't watch it)
Every now and then It's a Hard Knock Life from the movie Annie will pop into your brain and you can't stop singing it the whole day. (seriously!!! it still happens to this day!!!)
YOU had Star Wars action figures, too! (unfortunately no)
It was a big event in your household each year when the Wizard of Oz would come on TV. Your mom would break out the popcorn and sleeping bags! (A big, huge, splendid event!)
You often asked your Magic-8 ball the question: Who will I marry: Shaun Cassidy, Leif Garrett, or Rick Springfield? (who?)
You completely wore out your Grease, Saturday Night Fever and Fame soundtrack record album. (I listened to KCOZ FM 100 Easy Listening Music, thankyouverymuch)
You tried to do lots of arts and crafts, like yarn and Popsicle-stick God's eyes, decoupage, or those weird potholders made on a plastic loom. (my mom displayed my God's eye for years)
You made Shrinky-Dinks and put iron-on kittens on your t-shirts! (can't say I did...)
You used to tape record songs off the radio by holding your portable tape player up to the speaker. (hey it worked. granted, the sound quality was a little poor.)
You couldn't wait to get the free animal poster that came when you ordered books from the Weekly Reader book club. Double score if it was a teddy bear dressed in clothing. (I loved Weekly was like Christmas at school!)
You learned everything you needed to know about girl issues from Judy Blume books. (that Judy Blume...she was a scandalous one)
You thought Olivia Newton John's song Physical was about aerobics. (It isn't?)
You wore friendship pins on your tennis shoes, or shoelaces with heart or rainbow designs. (I not only wore them, I made them)
You wanted to be a Solid Gold dancer. (no, but I sure wanted to watch the show!)
You had a Big Wheel with a brake on the side, and a Sit-n-Spin. (Big Wheel, yes, but I've never been fond of spinning)
You had subscriptions to Dynamite and Tiger Beat. (I ready Nancy Drew and Little House)
You spent all your allowance on smurfs and stickers for your sticker album. (watched the smurfs every Sat morn, and my sticker collection could not be beat!)

Monday, August 01, 2005

truth & falsehood

From my pile of paper scraps:

"Truth and Falsehood were bathing. Falsehood came out of the water first and dressed herself in Truth's clothes. Truth, unwilling to put on the garments of Falsehood, went naked."