Saturday, February 28, 2009
There is a solution. Major networks offer websites with many of their shows, past and present, available online. (This is how Edwin and I watch Lost every week.) I recently discovered that I can watch Alfred Hitchcock Hour and The Twilight Zone this way. They're weird, and even creepy at times, but not disturbing. They are much more likely to be silly than genuinely disturbing.
This is how I spent my evening last night while Edwin and DeLaynie were at Edwin's mom's house. I had a mini-marathon of weirdness. It was made more fun by the fact that it was late at night, and I was really sleepy. Nothing intensifies strange, old television quite like sleep deprivation. I went to sleep within a few minutes of closing the ol' laptop, and I didn't have any nightmares or trouble sleeping.
I think I've found a new plan with dealing with those cravings for the surreal. Call me lame. Call me silly. Call me immature. Just don't call me when I'm watching my shows. :)
Friday, February 27, 2009
Video calls are reserved to two parties, so we couldn't see each other during the conference call. The nice thing about the video call is that you can see when you're boring the other person to death, when you've offended them, or when they are really enjoying the discussion. I've always felt a bit disadvantaged at understanding someone over the phone, which is why I don't talk on the phone much. I'm always fearful of hurting someone's feelings and not realizing it. The video component on Skype drastically improves my confidence in phone conversation.
It'a nice preview of my future overseas, getting connected to people I care about via this electronice contraption called a computer. You know, if I were someone else I might try to warn you of the impending takeover of the electronic devices that we believe are under our control. But I am me, and will therefore stay away from such crack-pot theories.
So I am now more connected with the universe, or something like that. How incredibly average am I?
Thursday, February 26, 2009
We kind of skipped over the spoon-fed phase. Not completely, of course, but I didn't feel much of a need to make sure she ate real baby food every meal... or every day. I've been giving her finger-food for a while, and she does very well with it. I've noticed that this is pretty normal for second kids. Or at least that's what I tell myself.
Yea for development! Yea for finger foods! Yea for messy little girls covered in fake cheese!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Last night we were able to play with some of the kids in the church's youth ministry. It's the month of prayer (an annual emphasis) at First Baptist, a part of which includes in-home prayer meetings. Edwin and I were able to be a part of the one for the youth, thanks to a very generous Youth Dude. After the prayer time was concluded, we all had a chance to chat and play. It made me lonesome for the kids back in Kentucky.
There was one thing that was especially interesting. Edwin went to the doctor yesterday, and discovered that his respiratory system is out of service due to infection. The doctor put him on some prescription cough syrup. It's the hard stuff. It was obvious that the stuff had an affect on him. He was talking very slowly, and saying strange things. It's really a very good thing that he is such a genuinely good person, or else he might have said some questionable things. But he is that genuinely good, and what he said was weird, not immoral. He kept saying, "I wonder why I feel so weird. It's like I just downed an entire bottle of NyQuil." He went to take another dose, and after downing four teaspoons, realized that he was supposed to take 1 teaspoon four times a day (that would be every six hours, just in case you too are on such a medication), not 4 teaspoons every four hours. That man had taken 8 teaspoons in four hours!
I called poison control. Edwin didn't want me to, but I'd prefer to raise my children with his help, if possible. This was just too stupid of a reason for that dream to end. The poison control lady said that he'd taken the same dose as a drug addict, but that he'd be okay. He couldn't drive, and he would feel very, um, relaxed for a few hours, but he wasn't in danger. Whew!
Youth Dude made the oh-so-wise decision to be there when the kids' parents arrived. The last thing that any parent needs is to discover that their teenage child has been hanging out with a high missionary with only his wife to supervise all night. The kids seemed to enjoy Edwin's zoned-out behavior. So did the adults (that would be Youth Dude and me, if I can be considered an adult). That man will do anything to entertain!
Thanks to Youth Dude for allowing us to share in the fun, and for not being annoyed with us for contaminating him and the kids with whatever it is that has attacked Edwin's respiratory system (sorry, Youth Dude's Awesome Chick). Thanks to my parents for letting us use their house. Oh, and thanks to the teenagers for putting up with some boring (even when highly medicated) old fogies like ourselves.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
I was trying to get DeLaynie and Ella to dance on video. I thought that you fine people might enjoy it, but they refused to cooperate. Once I turned the camera off, Ella was more than happy to get down with her adorable self. Her signature moves are bouncing on her knees and tapping the toes of one foot on the floor with one arm above her head. It's a move similar to that of a ballerina.
DeLaynie's favorite thing about school is singing and dancing. She has always enjoyed music, and you can teach her almost anything if it's put into the form of a song. That could make for some interesting songs when we get into potty training...
Monday, February 23, 2009
The day has been a fun one with all of the amenities of the grandparents' place. I don't buy oatmeal because I find it completely disgusting. Ella likes it, though, so she had some this morning, courtesy of Gigi. She ate it almost completely unassisted with a spoon! Oh, the pride, not to mention the freedom. I just put the bowl and spoon in front of her and walked away to let her go to it. I wish I had a picture, but I didn't bring my camera, and mom's wasn't charged. It was messy, gooey fun!
We've played outside, gone for a nice, short walk (hey, you try pushing a double stroller up-hill on gravel!), and played with the special toys that live here. Oh, and then there's Noggin (a preschooler's television dream come true). It's been an enjoyable day. Now I just have to try to clean the house before Mom gets home...
Saturday, February 21, 2009
DeLaynie was a daddy's girl from birth. When she hit the separation anxiety stage, she suddenly cared when I left her in the nursery or we left her with a sitter. Because she had never cared if I was around or not, it was a little enjoyable to see it bother her that I was leaving. She still liked Edwin more, but at least I was felt relatively important to her.
Ella likes me. She always has. I think it has to do with her passionate love of food. Since I was the almost-exclusive provider of food for the first eight months, she got to be pretty fond of me. Now she's just plain annoying about it. When I took her to the church nursery last Sunday night, her feet literally touched the floor, and she broke into a pathetic, crying blob of a baby. She calmed down quickly, once she realized that there was no hope of Mommy's return. She does fine as long as she knows I'm gone, but if I'm anywhere close, she's pretty pitiful.
I went upstairs to do laundry last night, leaving her with Daddy, and she crawled to the gate that keeps our room off-limits, and just stood there, crying. I didn't see it, but Edwin said that it was a thoroughly pathetic sight.
I never understood why other moms seemed so annoyed about it when their children hit this phase. I felt useful when DeLaynie was going through it. Ella, however, is a totally different story. Now I get it. Sometimes, you just want the balanced feeling of baby-free hips. I guess I'll get that pleasure when we get to missionary training, and then I'll miss the baby-laden life, I'm sure.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Maybe I should tell you how we were "called" to go overseas. When I was seventeen, I realized that the man that God had planned for me was going to be a minister. I'd fought such a calling my whole life, so I wasn't thrilled at first. It grew on me over time, though. I love being a minister's wife now, and I couldn't imagine any other life.
A little over a year ago, Edwin and I realized that God was working on us. We knew that He had another job for us to do. We were very happy where we were in Kentucky. We loved our church (and we still love them, despite the distance), and there wasn't an issue in the church that caused us to leave (just to make sure that is perfectly clear). We just knew that we had a job to do elsewhere.
We'd always figured that after Kentucky, we would move closer to home. We started looking for jobs in Alabama, Georgia, Mississippi, and Florida (I was cheering for Florida). We saw various jobs, and Edwin applied to some of them, but nothing "felt right". I'm not big on feelings. I don't trust them, but we are spiritual beings, and this feeling had to do with our spirits and the Spirit of God. It was a spiritual discomfort that kept us looking.
Edwin told me after a few weeks that he really wanted to leave the Bible Belt. I wasn't totally thrilled. I was really looking forward to being closer to my family, but Edwin is my primary family, along with the girls. I found some jobs in places like Las Vegas and the NorthWest. Nothing came of them.
Then Edwin asked me about missions. I wasn't convinced, but out of a desire to see my husband's calling fulfilled, along with my own, I agreed to begin the process, still unsure of what God was doing. I filled out the application out of submission. I don't mean gritting my teeth submission, and I don't mean that I was angry or bitter about it. I did it because I trust my husband's judgement, and I just didn't know what God wanted yet.
Now I do. Through the application process, interviews, and presentations, God has not only brought a desire into my heart, He has brought a burden. I yearn, yes yearn, to go overseas. I long to fulfill this calling. It may not have started with some mystical voice or gut-feeling, but it is absolutely clear. Edwin and I are following the path laid for us by our King. And I can't wait!
So, have you asked what God wants you to do? If I'd assumed that I knew what God was doing, I would have been living in disobedience. I'm so glad that God uses things like husbands, yearnings, and closed doors to speak to His people. It couldn't hurt to ask if God wants you to go overseas to take the Gospel. The worst that could happen is He says, "No", or maybe it's, "Yes," that you're afraid of.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
DeLaynie has been left unaffected, as normal. I've said that she could lick a petrie dish and stay healthy, and that's about true. I think that it has something to do with the fact that we let her scoot just about anywhere. The people at Lifeway in Elizabethtown knew her pretty well. Edwin would let her get down and scoot around the circular path on the carpeted floor. I didn't go with him most of the time, hoping that the employees wouldn't think that I condoned such behavior. I know that has nothing to do with her healthy state, actually, but I'd really like to take credit for it. Oh well! If I don't want to be blamed for the faults that have nothing to do with the quality of parenting she receives, I better not take credit for the positive qualities that have nothing to do with the parenting she receives.
We're all feeling better, and I had an actual meal for lunch today (my favorite, Southwest Grilled Chicken Salad from McDonald's!). I have high hopes for that meal, like digestion. Wish me luck!
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
There are too many people who do not understand which there/their/they're to use and which to/too/two to use. It's an epidemic at this point. There are six different words represented here, and each deserves its fair shake. Let's go over each one.
There- referring to a place, or used ambiguously to refer to a situation.
- The fish tanks are over there.
- There are ten fish tanks currently available.
- There is a sale on small fish tanks tomorrow.
- There is no way out of this situation.
- We need to put the fish tank over there.
- We'll have to move the t.v. from there to there so we can put the fish tank over there.
Their- used to describe possession.
- That is their house right over there.
- Their porch light is on.
- Their dog is a mean one.
They're- a contraction that puts they and are into one word.
- They're away for the weekend.
- They're never able to get away.
- They're so tired from all of the hard work that they put in at the office.
Let's move on the to the to/too/two situation that also plagues our country.
To- can be used a number of ways. It is normally a preposition, and is often used to describe direction or denote the purpose of something. It can also be used to show possession or association.
- I am going to the store.
- I have to take out the trash.
- Where's the lid to this sippy cup?
- I love to dance.
- I have to get some juice for DeLaynie.
- What do you want to do for dinner?
Too- means "also" or can be used to describe an excess of something.
- Will you take your brother too?
- There are too many children who do not receive proper discipline.
- There is too little time to get everything done.
- I forgot to tell you that we need toilet paper too.
- Are you coming too?
Two- is a number. 2.
- I have two children.
- Two is the number between one and three.
- Four divided by two equals two.
I hope that by working together, we can combat the lack of understanding plaguing this country. Remember, every word is special, designed with the purpose of communicating a wonderful message. Every word has a meaning, and every meaning deserves a word.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
I had pink and lavendar hopes for Ella. I kept her as frilly as I am capable. (I, myself, am anti-lace and not too fond of pink.) I've tried to force bows, but they never stay in too long since she loves ripping headbands off her head, and she doesn't have enough hair to hold in a clippy. I encourage girly toys, like dolls. She'll chew on anything, so she at least bites on the heads of her dolls. I got her the girliest push-walker this world has so far seen.
Today I made my big mistake. I brought down a toy car, the kind that you put the chunky little people in. Or, my brother did about fifteen years ago. I don't think that they make those any more. It clicks as you push it. Ella loves it. Forget dolls, pink walkers, or anything else. She loves that Little Tykes car.
If it wasn't for DeLaynie's constant desire to nurture and love on anything and everything, I would be thoroughly concerned. Ella still has hope, though I may need to smuggle the car back upstairs, forcing her to play with something pink.
Monday, February 16, 2009
We had a fun day with the great-grandparents of Dothan. Granny is a regular reader of this blog. For a long time, she was one of a handful of folks who read it. She's the same Granny who joined Facebook just to keep up with her grand- and great grandchildren. Thanks for a wonderful bank and post office holiday, Granny and Pa!
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Edwin gave me a commentary on Isaiah the day before Valentine's Day. The next day he gave me a Valentine's bag that he had made at work as a special education assistant, which I still have. He had filled it with my favorite candy in the world: Hershey's Cookies N' Cream bars. There was also a note. He drew pictures on the bag of things that were special to us, like a duck. He and I would go to the pond that was in his neighborhood and feed the ducks while we chatted. He also drew hints about what we were going to do that night.
It was a surprise. He had carefully thought it out. Like our first date, we would spend the evening in Pensacola. We liked having the drive from Mobile to Pensacola because it gave us lots of time to talk. He didn't tell me what we were doing until we pulled into the parking lot. We were going to see a minor league hockey game! I really liked hockey, but I had never seen a live game. (As a sidenote: I was shocked at how little time the puck spent on the ice. That thing was flying everywhere. There were lots more fights than in NHL hockey, too.)
It was fun. We got to chat, which is the benefit of not seeing a movie for a date. I enjoyed watching the game, and I loved getting to know this wonderful guy a little better. I was thoroughly hooked by the time we left the arena.
We wanted some food, but it was late, so we ended our date in the McDonald's parking lot. (Only the drive-thru was open.) We sat in the car, eating and listening to the Phillips, Craig, and Dean and Caedmon's Call cds I'd gotten him for Valentine's Day. It was a fun evening.
Six years, two diplomas, three cities, and two kids later, we're still spending Valentine's Day together. What are we going to do to celebrate? We're going to watch some t.v. shows we never get to see via the internet and eat Pizza Hut pasta while the girls are being lovingly cared for by my wonderful parents. We're going to talk. We're going to remember how well God took the two of us and turned us into a family. It's going to be another fun evening!
Friday, February 13, 2009
In these pictures, you may notice that she is wearing three heart necklaces, a heart bracelet, and enjoying two suckers simultaneously. Yep, she had fun. She also received a coupon for a Krispy Kreme doughnut, but she doesn't like doughnuts, unfortunately. I guess that I'll just have to put that one to good use. ;)
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
One of her favorite things to do is put things to bed. One day I walked into the church nursery, and the workers pointed to a crib and said, "She put the babies to bed." There were two dolls in there, on their faces. Apparently, we still need to work on safe sleep positions. Dad (her Big D)checks in on her while she's at school, and last week he saw her under a table, singing to, rocking, and kissing a baby doll.
Yesterday I was letting her play in our room. There's a baby gate to the door because it has a drop-off, and Ella will crawl right onto that little head of hers. I don't let her play in our room often, but a certain little baby is sick, and being awfully high maintenance. I figured that it would keep her pretty well entertained while I was comforting Ella in the kitchen. I was dealing with aforementioned high maintenance baby when I heard DeLaynie. She was singing softly. Then I heard her say, "Night-night. I wuv ou. Jesus wuvs ou more," and give the teddy bear, who was apparently thoroughly exhausted, a big ol' kiss. This little speech is DeLaynie's night-night speech. We say it before every nap and every night at bedtime.
Now, I know that she doesn't understand the significance of what she's saying, but I know that what we tell her at bedtime is becoming a part of her sweet, little consciousness. Between diaper changes, wiping noses, and feeding small people who never seem to want what I've made for them, it's a little ray of sunshine that makes it a little easier to keep on keeping on. Thanks, God!
Monday, February 9, 2009
Saturday, February 7, 2009
We were able to "play" with some fun peeps here in Tallassee. They have three boys, and the only one who seemed to care for me at all was the youngest, who turned four yesterday. It's odd, because ten years ago I had no problem dealing with a wide span of ages. Now I'm completely confused. I fight the urge to play peek-a-boo, knowing that probably isn't the best game for a ten year old boy. I'm also not totally sure about how to deal with boys. I kept wondering, "Is this going to offend him? Does decorating cookies constitute a girly activity?"
The evening was thoroughly enjoyable, though, despite my inability to understand children who are older than my own. We were able to be with adults, an experience that I have missed more than I realized. Edwin is a little bitter about a play I made in the card game, though he denies it. (Don't worry; no bets were cast.) Granted, he did come in last, so he has a right to a little bit of resentment. DeLaynie had fun too. She loves older kids, and she loves boys. It was a perfect playgroup as far as she was concerned. In fact, I think that she does better with older kids than her mommy. It's my guess that I'll figure out how to deal with older children as my children get older. Either that, or DeLaynie and Ella are going to get really tired of peek-a-boo by the time they're sixteen.
Friday, February 6, 2009
- Need to something off-white when all you have is white? I had this problem with a bow. DeLaynie was wearing a cream colored shirt and a cream colored pair of tights. It was out to be a very cute little outfit, but I didn't have a cream colored bow. Then, it came to me. I could use tea! So I steeped a nice, hot cup of soothing tea... with a bow. It worked great! (I thought that this was a pretty original idea until my mom said that this was how she made a boat-load of Native American costumes last Thanksgiving for school. Apparently, I'm not as innovative as I thought. Oh well!)
- Hem fall out? Well, you know what they say. Everything can be fixed with duct tape! I didn't have any brown thread, or I would've just sewn the hem in. This worked great too.
- Finally, I have a bad tendency to get bleach marks all over me any time I'm in the same room with the stuff. This isn't original at all, but you can always use a permanent marker. (I've also used good ol' Crayola markers for one-night fixes on colored clothing.) I know, you can still see the little mark, but it's about the size of a dime, and not nearly as obvious in real life as in the picture. It works well enough for the classy company of WalMart. ;)
I hope that these little ideas help you live that high-falootin' lifestyle we all dream of.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
The methodology was taken straight from football recruiting season. He actually called the secretary for the recruiting department at the University of Alabama to get an idea of what it looks like. There were in-home visits (as in, visitation, but way cooler), on-campus visits (open house of the church), and recruiting packets that gave information about the different ministries of the church and included a survey of what the "recruit" could bring to the table so they understood that church membership comes with certain expectations. (And all recruits have plenty to offer.) The tag line was "We consider you a five-star recruit!" Obviously, Jesus can make a five-star recruit out of anyone.
Last night concluded recruiting season with a signing day celebration at church. There was an actual signing ceremony, during which 11 people signed a "letter of intent" to join the church. Some came by a move of letter, and others came by profession of faith. It was a great chance for people to join the church without having to walk the magic carpet in front of everyone, an act that was never recorded in the Bible.
After the signing ceremony, we had a church-wide celebration. Church-themed songs, praise music, and a sermon about the importance of the true Church rounded out recruiting season well. Edwin and I especially enjoyed last night's sermon on church membership. I wish that I had a recording of it, or at least of the section on how laziness is "just plain unfittin'" (Mammy, from Gone With The Wind) for church members. My favorite line was "We should be insulted when people try to beg us to do certain jobs in the church by telling us how easy they are. We should be asking, 'Don't you have anything harder?!'"
It may sound like a publicity stunt, and it might have been just that if it hadn't been done correctly, but the way that this church carried out was not about publicity. It was about speaking the language of real people. It was about recognizing that people matter to God, and that He wants to do great things through us and in us. Not only was it a fun thing to watch, I think that it had a true impact on the lives of the participants.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
5. I'm a pastor's daughter. Most of you probably already know this. It's not a secret. Still, it is an absolutely essential part of who I am. It is just as important to recognize the somewhat obvious fact that comes alongside, that I am a pastor's wife's daughter. I was trained for 19 years before joining the fine ranks of minister's wives. That isn't to say that I don't forget some of the lessons that I learned along the way, but without that experience the life that I now lead would be infinitely harder. My parents were always very, very good about making sure that their expectations of morality were based on the fact that we were a Christian family, not a minister's family. I was expected to live a godly life because of who Jesus is, not who my dad is. This is a lesson that I am working hard to use as I parent my girls, which leads to number 4.
4. My parenting style is slow and steady. I'm not interested in molding my children into the personality type that I'm looking for, or the intellectual type that I want. I am fine with messes born from a spurt of creativity, or curiosity. (I do expect them to help clean it up, though.) What I'm looking to do is help my girls develop into the people that God designed them to become. I will discipline my girls. (We have begun incorporating actual discipline into the life of Ella, which isn't fun at all.) I expect them to act a certain way, like sinners. The idea is to teach them that they need Jesus, discipline them for unbiblical behavior to teach them that sin has consequences, forgive them, love unconditionally, and teach them of the forgiveness and grace that God extends through the life and death of His Son. I don't want them to behave out of fear of punishment, though that's as good as we'll get for a while. I want them to long for righteousness out of an understanding of the love of God and His desire for the sanctification of His people.
3. I love to read, and I love to write. It's hard to read with kiddos all over me. It's really much easier to watch t.v. while giving a kid a bottle or chasing a naked toddler to put her diaper on. I still prefer a good book when the opportunity prevents itself. I like weird stuff (you know, sci-fi and old kids' books), and I adore fiction. I find myself completely envolped in a book, which is why I write book reviews whenever I'm finished with a book. I also love to write, and I dream of making a career out of it eventually. That is why this blog was born. That, and the fact that my dad thought that I should. I once won some sort of contest at school in the fifth grade for a story that I wrote called "The Sad Clown" about a clown that goes psycho, if I recall correctly. I also won a trip to Los Angelas for writing a 50-word essay. I'm not totally sure that 50 words truly consitute an essay, but I didn't complain. I got to go to L.A. Neither of these works were the pinnacle of all literary success, though. I'm hoping that the greatest days of my authordom still lie ahead.
2. Marriage is my favorite hobby. I prefer hanging out with Edwin to hanging out with anyone else. If I'm going to hang out with a group of girls, which I enjoy, I prefer to do it when Edwin's at work in order to preserve our time together. I do enjoy an occasional day with other women while Edwin cares for the girls, but most of the time, I want to enjoy his day off with him. I find it odd when I hear people talking about how they really think married couples should feel free to live two separate lives. I had a female professor talk about how the secret to a successful marriage is to feel free to do your own thing. Huh? I enjoy my marriage. I love hanging out with my husband. He's the only person on the planet that I can be totally honest with, the only person that I can be completely vulnerable to. Hanging out with him isn't work. It's good, plain fun! That isn't to say that having a healthy marriage doesn't require some work, but hanging out doesn't require more effort. It brings us closer together so that we have less work to do.
1. Jesus trumps all. This isn't really about me. It's about the Christian life. I'm still learning what this looks like in certain situations. What I know is that God gave everything for me, including His Son. Until I was a parent, I couldn't understand this concept fully. Now I know, at least partially, what a sacrifice that is. I will follow Him. I don't know what His plan for me is, and I don't know how pleasant it will be. What I do know is who it is I am following. Because He is good, because He loves me enough to die for me, I will do what He says. Let's get one thing straight: I will fail at this, as I have done more times than I can comprehend. But He will forgive me every time. He will make something out of this mess of a person. When my faith fails, His grace prevails. (I don't generally do rhymes, but what the hey!)
Now you know more about me than you ever wanted to. Do with it what you will. I hope that it changed your life. (Can you say, "Vain hope,"?)
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
In the same vein, I thought it would be fun to have a top ten list of things you should know about me in order to understand me. A sort of Cliff's Notes to getting to know me, if you will (but only if you will). It'll be a two-parter so you don't get too sick of me in one day. We'll take it count-down style.
10. I used to be pretty musical. I played French Horn in middle and high school. I was relatively good, but certainly not great. I sang in a group at the University of Mobile called Witness my freshman year. We would go to different churches and the ensemble (of which I was a member) would sing, the drama team would put on skits and human videos, and a worship leader would, well, lead worship. It was great! Since then, I haven't done much of anything musically. I don't think I could play a French horn now to save my life. Let's hope it never comes to that.
9. I've just started to learn to cook in the last couple of years. The earliest part of our marriage was very, very busy. I had a semi-part time job and school, and Edwin had school, a full-time job, and a part time youth pastor job. When we moved to Hodgenville, things slowed down a little, but I was pregnant. I got nauseous pretty easily. It was just before my second pregnancy that I finally decided to learn to cook. I'm not gourmet, that's for sure, but I certainly can cook more than I have ever been able to before. It's a process that is greatly complicated by the fact that Edwin and DeLaynie are insanely picky eaters (she has an excuse; he's just stubborn). I'm trying to find some things that everyone likes, but I'm not holding my breath on that one.
8. I'm an anti-socialist in recovery. I'm not talking about the political stance. I'm referring to the fact that I was an entirely unsocial person, but I think that I've improved, at least some. Being in Hodgenville, in a small church, really helped. B. Wal helped immensely. She has no awkward sensors. Apparently, awkwardness is similar to Tinkerbell, in that if you don't believe in it, it goes away. Since B. Wal refused to feel awkward, I was never able to either. I greatly appreciate that about her. Now that we're here, in my old home town where I never really made many friends my own age, I am feeling pretty desperate for some time with other couples, or women. I would be more than happy to put up with awkward for a few minutes of conversation. Crazy, huh?
7. I used to be a perfectionist, but not anymore. Growing up, I desperately wanted to be perfect. Then there came a time when I gave up on it altogether. Now I have a hard time knowing how much to expect out of myself and others. It's a tricky balance, this desire for excellence. I think that the timing works out pretty well, though. I couldn't be a perfectionist and survive with my girls. I still hope to attain some sort of order and, in a sense, perfection, at some point. For now, long live craziness!
6. I knew that I was going to be a minister's wife a year before I met my husband. I had fought it my whole life. I never wanted to be a pastor's wife, and I certainly did not want my children to be preacher's kids. I blamed this title for the difficulties of my life, incorrectly. Let's face it, young pastors, who are usually raising very young children, just don't make much for their level of education. That annoyed me. Plus, I always figured that I'd be a highly successful career woman, though I never knew in what field. Then, when I was seventeen, inexplicably, I was sure of a certain change that God had been doing over time. I realized something. I wanted to be a minister's wife. I was shocked by this revelation, but I am very grateful for such a calling. (And Middle Creek cared for us and our kiddos very well.)
It should be noted that this list is about my personal history and personality. If you want to know more about what's going on in my world right now, you should look under "Important Posts" in the column at the right. Tomorrow, I wrap this one up. I know that you'll be on the edge of your seats, waiting to hear more about me, but you'll just have to wait until tomorrow.
Monday, February 2, 2009
The SoBe commercial was just as weird as ever, but it is always fun to see football players in tutus. The Coke Zero ad was easily my favorite. It was a play off the classic Coca-Cola "grab a Coke and a... smile," Super Bowl commercial.
There were several commercials that offended my taste, most notably the GoDaddy ads. I was not happy that my innocent little girls, who were doing nothing but trying to enjoy a grand display of athleticism alongside their family, were spoon-fed propaganda that would lead them to believe that their value is based on their proportions. It wasn't just distasteful, it was disgusting.
If you think that NBC's choice to allow the commercial goes back to an "anything for a buck" attitude, allow me to correct you. There was one commercial that was simply too offensive. NBC said that it went too far, so they did not allow it, even though the sponsors were able to pay the price. Out of a desire to ensure the 1st Ammendment rights of all groups, I have chosen to show this commercial here.
Yep, that was simply too political for television. It is so annoying when your opposition is so clearly correct, and you are so clearly incorrect. So amidst the singing of "America the Beautiful" and "The Star Spangled Banner", there was censorship, not out of a desire to protect children from offensive, or even dangerous, messages, but simply to prevent a way of thinking that contradicts the belief system of the media outlet. I'll leave the commentary to you.