What a gorgeous day! I went for a run today. I only ran somewhere between 3 to 4 miles because I had a roast in the oven, but I wish that I would have run farther. I love the way that I feel when I come back from a run. My heart is racing, my thoughts just seem so clear, my lungs feel so refreshed...And I love to worship God when I run. That was one of the things that drew me to running when I started to really, really run about a year ago. I was going through a really tough time. I was dealing with things that most people had no clue about. Yeah, I was in an awful relationship, but that was not even the worst. So, I really needed a time when I could let go of some of my anger and clear my mind and just talk to God. My mom told me that she really felt close to God when she spent her mornings running and worshipping Him. There is something to be said for worshipping God with your body. Look at King David - he danced in the streets to worship God. I think that is what I do with my running. I am using my body to worship God. Not every time that I run, but alot of the times. There is just something about being physically active out in nature and talking to God. I highly recommend it. :)
So, if you think that life doesn't change after marriage - HA HA!!! Not that it's a bad thing. Just, things are different. For instance, last night Hubby and I cleaned the house. And when we diecided to take some date time, we ate sushi and went to the bookstore to look at organization books. (Hubby got his pumpkin-spice latte, of course.) Of course, the books had so many great ideas, I was inspired by them. So, at 2am we were moving furniture around the apartment. I love to clean and always have...but lately I find that all I do is clean. And - get this - it's by choice. I have become my own mom. (Not that my mom ever really nagged me to clean my room. When I finally quit keeping a clean room in college, she just sighed and would mention how nice it would be to see my room's floor again as if it were an old almost forgotten friend.) But now, I am the nagging TV-mom telling myself to clean up. I never think that my house looks clean - even when I spend 13 hours cleaning it. Could I be obsessed with cleaning? Or is it just really, really dirty in my house? Oh, well, I'll think about that while I go clean.
29 October, 2005
25 October, 2005
puppies
I WANT A PUPPY!
Yes, I know that I already have one. And I know that she is CRAZY, but I want another one. I think that Bella would be so much easier to handle if she had a friend. I really like the idea of having two puppies. Especially if one of them is a poodle. :) I LOVE poodles. I filled out an application on Carolina Poodle Rescue's website. I have checked my email about 10 times today thinking that they would have let us know something. I WANT A POODLE!!!!!!!!! Hubby is tolerant of the idea. I really don't care unless he says "no" outright. He hasn't. I think that he likes the idea of having a tiny dog that looks like a "bologna sausage." (That is how he describes Sir Lancelot - my parent's fierce little 6 pound ruler.) Poodles are just so cuddly and great and smart and sweet and WONDERFUL!!! Poodles are better than babies! (For now.)
So, I have discovered a new weakness. I was supposed to go to Contemporary South class today at 3:30. I love that class. When I leave that class, my head is swimming with knowledge of Southern thought, my heart is swelling with pride that I am a TRUE Southener, and my stomach is growling for some grits. It's one of the best feelings in the world. So, I begged my boss to cut my section at the restaurant early today so that I could make sure that I would not miss class. I got home at 2:45. I had plenty of time to kill before class. So, I tried to fill my time by "enriching my mind." Yeah, I know that text-twist doesn't really enrich anyone's mind - but, hey, it's a word game for cryin' out loud. So, I sat down and played a few games. When I was finally let loose from the spell of this highly addictive game, the time was after 4 o'clock. How did that happen??!!! Somebody please tell me!! I missed learning about my favorite subject (the South) to play text-twist!!
The only thing that could make this situation better would be to get a poodle - a Southern poodle. I wonder if I could name it Dixie?
Yes, I know that I already have one. And I know that she is CRAZY, but I want another one. I think that Bella would be so much easier to handle if she had a friend. I really like the idea of having two puppies. Especially if one of them is a poodle. :) I LOVE poodles. I filled out an application on Carolina Poodle Rescue's website. I have checked my email about 10 times today thinking that they would have let us know something. I WANT A POODLE!!!!!!!!! Hubby is tolerant of the idea. I really don't care unless he says "no" outright. He hasn't. I think that he likes the idea of having a tiny dog that looks like a "bologna sausage." (That is how he describes Sir Lancelot - my parent's fierce little 6 pound ruler.) Poodles are just so cuddly and great and smart and sweet and WONDERFUL!!! Poodles are better than babies! (For now.)
So, I have discovered a new weakness. I was supposed to go to Contemporary South class today at 3:30. I love that class. When I leave that class, my head is swimming with knowledge of Southern thought, my heart is swelling with pride that I am a TRUE Southener, and my stomach is growling for some grits. It's one of the best feelings in the world. So, I begged my boss to cut my section at the restaurant early today so that I could make sure that I would not miss class. I got home at 2:45. I had plenty of time to kill before class. So, I tried to fill my time by "enriching my mind." Yeah, I know that text-twist doesn't really enrich anyone's mind - but, hey, it's a word game for cryin' out loud. So, I sat down and played a few games. When I was finally let loose from the spell of this highly addictive game, the time was after 4 o'clock. How did that happen??!!! Somebody please tell me!! I missed learning about my favorite subject (the South) to play text-twist!!
The only thing that could make this situation better would be to get a poodle - a Southern poodle. I wonder if I could name it Dixie?
24 October, 2005
Yeah for Mystery Parties!
I am happy to say that the party Hubby and I had on Saturday night was a huge success! I had so much fun! The people who came are so great. They each did a wonderful job with the characters of the party and seemed to have a great time. (Only next time Jed Manlowe will have alot of people to talk to.) Hubby and I are already planning parties for Dec and Jan. We don't want to have a mystery party in December. I think that it would be fun to go Christmas caroling. I don't know how parents can take their children from door-to-door on Halloween and ask for candy and not at all be concerned about bothering their neighbors, but do not take their children caroling. Of course, it is much more fun in a group. Hubby and I do want to have a New Year's Eve murder mystery. Wouldn't it be fun to have a western theme? I would love to give each character a different position in the house to set up. For example, the store-keeper and his apprentice would be in one room "selling their wares" they would work together to find clues. That way, characters would have to circulate. One room would, of course, be the saloon - where a great game of poker would be going on. Hopefully we will invite more people next time. Hubby wants to dress up like Wyatt Earp, and I would love to wear a long dress.
It's funny how much my life has changed since I got married. It's only been 3 mos, but, then again, we only met last February. In fact, February 13th will mark one year of really knowing each other. Now, I can't imagine life without him. The past year has brought so much change. I feel myself more settled than I have ever been. So many good things have happened. When I look back in preparation for Thanksgiving Day, I see so many blessings that I have received. Daily, I feel myself growing stronger in God's Word. I am glad that Hubby and I met, fell in love, and married rather quickly. It just shows the providence of God. Truly His plan is the best. If you think about it, the One who sent His Son to die for our sins would never do anything to maliciously hurt us. So why don't more people just run to Him and trust Him? Probably because people are on a constant quest for wordly happiness. They think that God is obligated to make us happy. But it's not that way at all. He never said that we would never feel pain or loss or suffering. In fact, He said just the opposite. What He offers us is a way to deal with hurt and pain and loss and suffering and our own mortality. God wants us to know that this life here is just a fleeting, imperfect, short-lived glimpse of what is in store. This life is not what we are living to enjoy. One day, our popular culture is going to be forgotten. We will be just a blurb in some history book. Our thought and feelings, opinions and ideas will be generalized, exaggerated, and condensed into several meaningless paragraphs. It doesn't matter if you live in a big house, or which political party you vote for, or even how many friends you have. Everything will be forgotten in a short amount of time after your death. And, really, does it matter if anyone remembers? You will not be around to know the difference. So, what is important is how we live our lives and how we communicate with God. He is the only One Who's opinion counts. No, He does not promise us happiness. Yes, He does promise us His joy. There is a difference. If you want to know what the difference is, you would have to ask God. The only way that you could know the exact definition of joy is to experience it. It is the feeling that you can smile even while feeling that your heart is being pulled out of your body by overwhelming sorrow because God is Sovereign. It is the ability to know that you don't have to worry anymore. It is the knowledge that nothing matters more than the fact that God is God.
God, surround me with Your joy. Thank You for Your blessings. And despite anything that happens in my life, You deserve praise because You alone are Holy.
It's funny how much my life has changed since I got married. It's only been 3 mos, but, then again, we only met last February. In fact, February 13th will mark one year of really knowing each other. Now, I can't imagine life without him. The past year has brought so much change. I feel myself more settled than I have ever been. So many good things have happened. When I look back in preparation for Thanksgiving Day, I see so many blessings that I have received. Daily, I feel myself growing stronger in God's Word. I am glad that Hubby and I met, fell in love, and married rather quickly. It just shows the providence of God. Truly His plan is the best. If you think about it, the One who sent His Son to die for our sins would never do anything to maliciously hurt us. So why don't more people just run to Him and trust Him? Probably because people are on a constant quest for wordly happiness. They think that God is obligated to make us happy. But it's not that way at all. He never said that we would never feel pain or loss or suffering. In fact, He said just the opposite. What He offers us is a way to deal with hurt and pain and loss and suffering and our own mortality. God wants us to know that this life here is just a fleeting, imperfect, short-lived glimpse of what is in store. This life is not what we are living to enjoy. One day, our popular culture is going to be forgotten. We will be just a blurb in some history book. Our thought and feelings, opinions and ideas will be generalized, exaggerated, and condensed into several meaningless paragraphs. It doesn't matter if you live in a big house, or which political party you vote for, or even how many friends you have. Everything will be forgotten in a short amount of time after your death. And, really, does it matter if anyone remembers? You will not be around to know the difference. So, what is important is how we live our lives and how we communicate with God. He is the only One Who's opinion counts. No, He does not promise us happiness. Yes, He does promise us His joy. There is a difference. If you want to know what the difference is, you would have to ask God. The only way that you could know the exact definition of joy is to experience it. It is the feeling that you can smile even while feeling that your heart is being pulled out of your body by overwhelming sorrow because God is Sovereign. It is the ability to know that you don't have to worry anymore. It is the knowledge that nothing matters more than the fact that God is God.
God, surround me with Your joy. Thank You for Your blessings. And despite anything that happens in my life, You deserve praise because You alone are Holy.
Yeah for Mystery Parties!
I had so much fun at my murder mystery party last Saturday! The people who came were all so awesome. The costumes were great. And everyone really seemed to have fun with their characters. (Although, next time Jed Manlowe will have lots of people to talk to.)
Okay, so now my hubbie and I are trying to come up with a really great plot for a New Year's Eve murder mystery party. I am really leaning toward a Western theme. Wouldn't it be fun to dress up in a wild west costume? I think that hubby wants to be Wyatt Earp. I would not mind wearing a long dress, myself.
I think that I have found one of the reasons that I really love these kind of parties so much. It probably is one of the reasons that I am a history major and read so much historical fiction and historical diaries. And, you know, it probably has alot to do with the reason that I love to do Revolutionary War re-enactments. Yes, I am a history geek, but that is beside the point. More and more I am realizing that our society is shaped by the choices that our ancestors made. Yes, those who came before us did not think at all in the same manner that we do. Yes, if you read their thoughts, you'll find that thought patterns were shaped in different ways. In some ways, I feel that maybe we have strayed too far from the way that they thought. Think about the modern family. It is not at all like the normal family even 40 years ago. Think about, also, the emphasis on religion. People really made it a central part of their lives. Can you imagine living in a community where you could openly express your devotion to God without being afraid that you would offend anyone? If you want to know what that would be like, just read Samuel Sewall's diary. Of course, it was not perfect, but there is no perfection this side of heaven. I think that by emerging yourself in a culture that belonged to those generations before us, you can learn something more than a text book can teach you. Even if it is just a silly party or a silly fictional novel. It makes you maybe realize that those people whom we read about in history textbooks did, indeed, breathe and live. They had problems just like us. They had to deal with their own mortality, just as we have to. Look, for example, at Samuel Sewall's daughter Betty's struggle with her Christianity and the uncertainty of life. They felt the sting of death. They, while living, knew that they would just become history. We, too, will someday join them in the history books. People will make generalizations and exaggerations about our culture and the things that are important to us. So, as silly as it is, I think that it is easy for me to put modern things into perspective when I look back at the past.
But this is all just my silly thoughts. Okay, I'm off of the soap box - finally. :) Hubby and I are going to adopt a baby. Relax - for those of you who know us - it's just a poodle. He really isn't a baby, either. He is a little boy who is 9 years old. He was found in a parking lot. His hair was so matted that it had to be shaved off completely. Now he's ready for a good home with people who can look past the fact that his remaining life span is not extremely long and he is not as chipper as he used to be. They are reviewing our application now and calling our references. I really hope that they think that we would have a good home for him. Bella could really use another little puppy around to settle her down. She gets so lonely sometimes. I feel sorry for her. Hubby and I took her to Sesqui yesterday and walked her for almost 2 hours over the trails there. She was so cute last night when we got home. She just crashed on the couch in front of the fire. Maybe she will have a friend soon.
Okay, so now my hubbie and I are trying to come up with a really great plot for a New Year's Eve murder mystery party. I am really leaning toward a Western theme. Wouldn't it be fun to dress up in a wild west costume? I think that hubby wants to be Wyatt Earp. I would not mind wearing a long dress, myself.
I think that I have found one of the reasons that I really love these kind of parties so much. It probably is one of the reasons that I am a history major and read so much historical fiction and historical diaries. And, you know, it probably has alot to do with the reason that I love to do Revolutionary War re-enactments. Yes, I am a history geek, but that is beside the point. More and more I am realizing that our society is shaped by the choices that our ancestors made. Yes, those who came before us did not think at all in the same manner that we do. Yes, if you read their thoughts, you'll find that thought patterns were shaped in different ways. In some ways, I feel that maybe we have strayed too far from the way that they thought. Think about the modern family. It is not at all like the normal family even 40 years ago. Think about, also, the emphasis on religion. People really made it a central part of their lives. Can you imagine living in a community where you could openly express your devotion to God without being afraid that you would offend anyone? If you want to know what that would be like, just read Samuel Sewall's diary. Of course, it was not perfect, but there is no perfection this side of heaven. I think that by emerging yourself in a culture that belonged to those generations before us, you can learn something more than a text book can teach you. Even if it is just a silly party or a silly fictional novel. It makes you maybe realize that those people whom we read about in history textbooks did, indeed, breathe and live. They had problems just like us. They had to deal with their own mortality, just as we have to. Look, for example, at Samuel Sewall's daughter Betty's struggle with her Christianity and the uncertainty of life. They felt the sting of death. They, while living, knew that they would just become history. We, too, will someday join them in the history books. People will make generalizations and exaggerations about our culture and the things that are important to us. So, as silly as it is, I think that it is easy for me to put modern things into perspective when I look back at the past.
But this is all just my silly thoughts. Okay, I'm off of the soap box - finally. :) Hubby and I are going to adopt a baby. Relax - for those of you who know us - it's just a poodle. He really isn't a baby, either. He is a little boy who is 9 years old. He was found in a parking lot. His hair was so matted that it had to be shaved off completely. Now he's ready for a good home with people who can look past the fact that his remaining life span is not extremely long and he is not as chipper as he used to be. They are reviewing our application now and calling our references. I really hope that they think that we would have a good home for him. Bella could really use another little puppy around to settle her down. She gets so lonely sometimes. I feel sorry for her. Hubby and I took her to Sesqui yesterday and walked her for almost 2 hours over the trails there. She was so cute last night when we got home. She just crashed on the couch in front of the fire. Maybe she will have a friend soon.
21 October, 2005
Hello
Okay, so this is my first attempt at blogging. Everyone else is doing it... Let's just blame it on peer pressure.
So I'm having a party tomorrow night. I still have a million things to do - cook, clean, laundry...The lists goes on forever. It's one of those murder mystery parties. That basically means that I get to dress up like a gangster's moll or a flapper (I still haven't decided.) Then I get to watch alot of friends act out this little play that I wrote. It's going to be so much fun!!
What's up with the weather? A week ago I was sure that it would not be warm again for months. Now it's almost 90 degrees again. I want it to be cold tomorrow night so that I can have a fire in my fireplace, which, I might add, is the only good part of living here.
Okay, so now I have to go get something to eat with my little bro. I also have to grocery shop, but somehow I have the feeling that I will end up watching cable now and shopping at midnight tonight.
See ya!
So I'm having a party tomorrow night. I still have a million things to do - cook, clean, laundry...The lists goes on forever. It's one of those murder mystery parties. That basically means that I get to dress up like a gangster's moll or a flapper (I still haven't decided.) Then I get to watch alot of friends act out this little play that I wrote. It's going to be so much fun!!
What's up with the weather? A week ago I was sure that it would not be warm again for months. Now it's almost 90 degrees again. I want it to be cold tomorrow night so that I can have a fire in my fireplace, which, I might add, is the only good part of living here.
Okay, so now I have to go get something to eat with my little bro. I also have to grocery shop, but somehow I have the feeling that I will end up watching cable now and shopping at midnight tonight.
See ya!
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