Wednesday, November 28, 2007

So thankful

So blessed.... so thankful

Well, it seems that this is about a week late, but I guess it's never really too late to speak of God's love, provision, and grace in my life. We had a wonderful, busy, stuffed, yummy, and enjoyable Thanksgiving. I am so ASHAMED to admit, though, that I didn't stop-even though I had every intention to- and reflect on the many things God has done for me. Some are huge, some will seem a little silly, but I'm thankful nonetheless. Here's my list in whatever order it pops into my head:

1. My Matthew. He's everything to me. I'm thankful for that smile, those eyes, that amazing laugh, the excitement in his face, his kisses, his love, and everything in between. He's my baby and my life and whatever pet name I decide to randomly use.

2. My James. I'm so blessed that God put my soulmate in my life at an early age. I was 16 when James and I met. We started dating in 1997 (which means we might as well be "an old married couple") and married in 2002. I'm so grateful for my husband, my best friend, my other everything. God blessed me with a wonderful, Godly man. I love him more than words can say.

3. My family.

4. The health care industry. No matter how much it gets on my nerves when I deal with stupid people, at the end of the day, I'm a part of something important and significant and although I'm underpaid...aren't we all... I am appreciated. I say I want out of health care, but I'm pretty darn good at what I do, so maybe it's not so bad. Sure, health care feeds my family, but it also takes care of us. We've been so blessed to have good doctors taking care of us in the last few years. I'm thankful God put the right people in place for us and I'm thankful that those people-the doctors, nurses, and admin staff- have enough passion to take care of us when we need it.

5. Being at home. I'm such a homebody. I'm so thankful for those days that I can just be home with my family being a mommy and a wife. God gives me Saturdays and Sundays to keep me sane. I really believe that.

6. Our home.

7. Good tv. I know it sounds trivial, but I've always got background noise. I don't have time to read much anymore, but I can listen to what's on tv while I'm trying to clean, do laundry, play with Matthew, etc. I'm thankful for the shows that make me an informed citizen, entertain me, teach me, and everything in between. Gotta have my Food Network, Glenn, Playhouse Disney and my misc. documentaries.

8. Writing. I've always been writing something. As old-school as is sounds now, I even have three journals full of random entries much like any one of these blogs. I've always done this. I used to say I was going to be a journalist. Ha! That was back when I said I didn't need or want a family life. That's just not who I am anymore. I was born to be a mom and a wife. Even though I don't get to do it but once or twice a week now, I'm thankful that I have time to write. It gives me a chance to verbalize what I'm thinking, even if no one reads or cares.

9. Unanswered prayers. Bring it home, Garth. The whole concept of that song is a great reminder that God ultimately knows what is best for my life. Oh how different things would be...not in a good way... His ways are not like mine. I'm really thankful for that.

10. My church! I love Bethel. It's home and it's family. I'm so glad God blessed us with wonderful friends, support, love, and encouragement.

11. My God, My Father. I'm so thankful for His love, provision, and continuous blessings upon my life. I'm thankful for my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. I'm thankful for the sacrifice He made so that I may live eternally.


Sunday, November 18, 2007

I'm not in hiding...

Just living life. Not a whole lot to mention here. Here's a quick rundown:

1. Matthew had a great check up last week. All is extremely well, except for his left ear. It seems that, despite the tubes, there is potential infection. This infection was pretty much confirmed last night. I thought we were done with the ear infection thing, but it seems that fever, snotty nose, lots of ear drainage, etc. are leading me to believe that we will soon be on antibiotics again.

2. Speaking of that sweet baby, he's just more and more amazing each day. Seriously, I'm so thankful that God blessed us with Matthew. I'll never be able to express how much he's changed our lives and I'm a better person for having him in my life.

3. Um, kind of tired of the ER and blood pressure issues (not mine), but that's a whole other time and place. We're on the verge of being a sodium free household, but I guess that's not such a bad thing. Blasted exercise. I knew we wouldn't be able to avoid it much longer...

4. Getting ready for Thanksgiving. I'm looking forward to it. I love being able to drop whatever's going on throughout our hectic lives and just spend time with our families. Also, trying to finalize what I'm bringing to the various Thanksgiving shindigs we'll be attending.

5. Still trying to get a concept of Christmas gifts together in my mind.
Well, I guess that's pretty much it. I need to feed Matthew and fold some laundry. Oh, and, not to be pushy, but I hope to goodness you've got your voter registration taken care of for the upcoming elections. For the love, be a voice. It's your chance to speak up for what you believe in. If you're not so sure what that is, you've still got a few months to figure that out. Oh, and, Tancredo 2008. (This concludes my soapbox portion of this entry.)


Wednesday, November 7, 2007

My favorite bounty hunter

Well, I've never really tried to hide the fact that I'm all about some Dog the Bounty Hunter. I can watch it all night long, over and over again. I find that it really enhances my laundry folding experience at least once or twice a week. Some people are surprised to find that I'm a Dog fan, although I'm not really sure why.

Dog, Dog, Dog. I certainly don't use the infamous "n-word" myself; really, I'm 100% confident that you've never heard me say that. About all you'll be able to scrape up on me is crap, freakin, sucks, and a certain "s-word" that seems to come out of my mouth ONLY when I'm in a car accident (I've been a passenger in 3 and I've said it each time). Anyway, enough about me. Dog, you just can't say that. I know it's not right that it's only offensive if a white person says it, but I can't change that. I fervently believe that it's equally as racist to throw a flippin fit about it because a white person said it when at least 50% of rap songs throw it around like it's nothing.

Anyway, I'm already going through Dog withdrawals. It's just not right. We say that we're a society all about forgiveness, but that's crap. It doesn't matter how much good you do if you're a Christian; society-especially this idiotic left wing media circus- is waiting for you to fall. I hope I'm wrong, but I don't think it matters how much Dog asks for forgiveness or how much counseling he attends. It probably won't matter who he befriends because the damage is done. They caught the Dog at a weak, private moment and they're all eating it up.

I don't know what goes on in his private life; it's not my business. However, I think it's the most freakin ridiculous thing that someone can be destroyed over a single word used in a PRIVATE phone call. It sucks so bad that his son sold him out to a stupid tabloid. They live to destroy people. I think it's getting a little Nazi Germany in this country when someone can be yanked off the air for something that was said in a private phone call. What's next? Are you going to implant chips in our heads that tell us what to think? Will I be arrested for thinking this sucks?

I'm don't agree with what he said, but, holy crap, where's the grace and forgiveness that everyone has needed before? (I can feel my blood pressure climbing as I type this!) Back when the Imus controversy was brewing, I heard the Thought Police himself, Rev. Al Sharpton say that, in private, he knows he says things about other races that he knows he shouldn't say. I heard it on Glenn Beck. The only difference here is that no one ever taped him. Dog got caught doing something that, albeit is wrong, that pretty much EVERYONE has done at least once or twice.

Don't get me wrong, I honestly, with all my heart, refuse to say that I'm even a little racist, but every non-white person I work with reminds me on a daily basis that I'm ONLY where I am because I'm white. I get reminded all the time that no one cares about who I am or how qualified I am, I'm only where I am because I'm white. I'm just saying it's hard to not let that get to you and not build up a defense to it. It's not easy being white in a politically correct world. I may get some nasty feedback about this stuff, but it's true.

Now, back to my initial point, put my Dog back on A & E! I truly believe he's sincerely sorry for the things he said and the people he hurt. Now would be a super time to exercise the old philosophy that everyone's human and everyone deserves a second chance. Get the transcript from and think for yourself. They were trying to betray him. Dog, I wish you a speedy recovery. I miss you already.

(Geez, my blood pressure can't be good right now.)