Friday, February 24, 2006

musically speaking

Back from Texas but haven't had time to write. But I HAVE had time to shop around for some music to add to my iTunes library! (It's all about priorities.) So I'm looking for suggestions on movie scores or soundtracks that take your breath away, move you to tears, or make you want to dance. Any thoughts? What are your favorites?

Thursday, February 16, 2006

off to texas

"I have said that Texas is a state of mind, but I think it is more than that. It is a mystique closely approximating a religion. And this is true to the extent that people either passionately love Texas or passionately hate it and, as in other religions, few people dare to inspect it for fear of losing their bearings in mystery or paradox. But I think there will be little quarrel with my feeling that Texas is one thing. For all its enormous range of space, climate, and physical appearance, and for all the internal squabbles, contentions, and strivings, Texas has a tight cohesiveness perhaps stronger than any other section of America. Rich, poor, Panhandle, Gulf, city, country, Texas is the obsession, the proper study and the passionate possession of all Texans." - John Steinbeck, 1962

Monday, February 13, 2006

dress this

Several years ago, before we moved to Nashville, Brandon and I attended a church retreat with a class of young married couples. Besides the fact that I came down with a sore throat, our cabinmates abandoned us, and Brandon was reprimanded for playing his guitar during worship, the retreat was actually fun. The speakers were good, the material was helpful, the hikes in the rugged country were peace-inducing. But the best part – and I mean THE…VERY…BEST…PART – was our Sunday morning wrap-up. I don’t remember much from the morning…I was in a sickly stupor…but I do remember one guy saying something to the effect of: “I’m sure this is going to ruffle a few feathers, but ladies, come on. Put some makeup on. Wear a dress every once in awhile. Look nice for your husbands.” (As if a woman couldn’t look attractive wearing pants and lip gloss…) Yes, that was definitely the best part of the whole retreat. I would do it all over again, the sickness, the cabinmate abandonment, if I could only hear this 30-something man impart his wisdom once more. Just ask Brandon, who is always very good about unruffling my feathers!

I have often heard this mantra preached in the church: wives should “look pretty” for their husbands. This theory is usually based on the idea that men are stimulated by sight, thus wives have a responsibility to appeal to their husbands’ line of vision. But like the old saying goes, “Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.” So what’s attractive to one husband is not to another. Some husbands prefer high-maintenance, tailored, manicured wives. Some prefer low-maintenance, flip-flop-sporting, ponytailed wives. And some just prefer their wife, no matter what she looks like. So to tell a group of women to “put some makeup on” and “wear a dress” is pretty goofy, in my opinion.

In addition, just as men are generally stimulated by sight, women are generally stimulated by touch. So why haven’t I heard it preached that husbands need to be giving their wives daily headrubs, back-scratchings, foot massages? Hmm. Interesting.

The “always look pretty for your husband” train-of-thought plays into our American society’s twisted thinking that a woman has to look a certain way to be met with approval. Hair must be fashionably styled, eye shadow applied like so, legs waxed, backsides firm, and so on. No, I don’t think there’s anything inherently wrong with makeup or hairspray or flattering outfits. But really. If God had wanted us to have thicker eyelashes, don’t you think He would have brushed them on to begin with?

And while we’re on the subject of God, doesn’t some of the oldest wisdom in the world say that it’s the INSIDE that matters? It sure does, right there in I Peter 3: "Don't be concerned about the outward beauty that depends on fancy hairstyles, expensive jewelry, or beautiful clothes. You should be known for the beauty that comes from within...."

I guess it all boils down to what works for you and yours. If the only way your husband is happy is if you’re wearing leather pants and stilettos, and YOU’RE OKAY WITH THAT, then so be it. If your husband expects you to wear makeup from sunup to sundown, and YOU’RE OKAY WITH THAT, then so be it. But if there’s conflict in your relationship because you don’t look like a supermodel all the time, if your husband has a problem with the fact that you simply don’t have time to shave your legs every day, a friendly discussion might be in place.

Well, Brandon will be home soon. Guess I should put on some deodorant.

Friday, February 10, 2006

o ye of weak stomachs, turn away

Thank goodness for those latex gloves my mom gave me several years ago to keep my hands clean when making pie crusts. I haven’t made a pie crust yet, but those gloves sure came in handy last week.

Rowan was taking an extra-long nap on Saturday afternoon so I peeked in on him and saw that he was awake and sitting quietly in his crib. I also promptly smelled the stench of stink. This is not uncommon. After all, don’t most people poop while they’re sleeping? But as I walked toward him, I noticed that the bed of his crib looked eerily similar to our dirt-strewn bedroom the week before. Except this time the culprit wasn’t dirt. Let's just say the not-so-nice-word my husband uttered when he observed the above scenario summed up the situation quite succinctly. Rowan had somehow wiggled out of his diaper and smeared poop to every corner of his sleeping quarters. It wasn’t pretty. And for further gross-out…we’re pretty confident there was some taste-testing going on. Brings a whole new definition to the Chinese restaurant menu entree “PuPu Platter”.

Thanks for the gloves, mom.

Monday, February 06, 2006

4 fun

Snagged this from Deana's blog...

Four jobs I have had:
1. graphic designer for a record label
2. copy editor for college newspaper
3. kindergarten tutor
4. assistant to a youth minister

Four movies I could watch over and over:
1. The Wizard of Oz
2. Babe
3. Some Like It Hot
4. It's A Wonderful Life

Four books I could read over and over:
1. All seven of the Chronicles of Narnia (Lewis)
2. Everybody's Normal Till You Get to Know Them (Ortberg)
3. Simplify Your Life (St. James)
4. Does Ecclesiastes count?

Four places I have lived:
1. Shreveport, LA
2. Nashville, TN
3. Abilene, TX
4. Austin, TX

Four TV shows I love to watch:
1. 24
2. The Office
3. The Amazing Race
4. Everybody Loves Raymond reruns

Four places I have been on vacation:
1. New York, NY
2. Asheville, NC
3. Seattle, WA
4. San Diego, CA

Four websites I visit regularly:
1. The Rowan Report :)
3. any of the blogs listed to the right

Four of my favorite foods:
1. mom's roast & potatoes
2. GOOD Mexican food (not like the stuff we have here in Nashville)
3. veggie sandwiches
4. cherry pie

Four places I would rather be right now:
1. with Brandon
2. someplace a Florida beach
3. someplace a Texas plain
4. someplace a California coastline

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

state of the union highlights

If you’re uninterested in reading my opinion on the matter, get a chuckle out of the story linked below under the post “can you say klutz”. If you actually like hearing the thoughts of a stay-at-home mom who feels clueless about half the stuff that goes on in D.C., read on.

The best part of Bush’s address? When he verbalized the United States’ addiction to oil and encouraged the use of alternative means of energy. ‘Bout time the Head Honcho said it. Seriously people. Let’s stop buying gas-guzzling SUVs and do our planet a favor.

The worst part of the speech? When Bush said, in regards to our military presence in the Middle East, “There is no peace or honor in retreat.” I respectfully disagree.