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Monday, January 31, 2011
Saturday, January 29, 2011
A More Meaningful Saturday Post
I suppose that all depends on how a person defines meaningful. Meaningful to what? Meaningful to who (or is that whom)?
I have mentioned before that I am a nanny. I am so much a nanny the oldest one (2.5 yrs) calls me "Nanny" and the youngest (1 yr in 4 days!), as she can't quite figure out "Nanny", refers to me as "Na-Na". I never thought I'd be a NaNa at 21. Nanny, yes. NaNa, not so much. I'm just saying, I thought that was reserved for the highly esteemed "Grandma" position.
Anyways, Baby Girl helped open my eyes to how early things start. As some of you may know, I have been fighting off this annoying little cold for quite some time now, and let's just say I tend to sneeze a LOT. I noticed yesterday that Baby Girl looks at me skeptically when I sneeze, as if she doesn't quite believe that I am, in fact, sneezing. It's a fascinating thing how even a baby can deny the truth of something right before her very eyes. There was absolutely no denying the fact that I was infact sneezing. It did happen. it was fact. Yet, how often is that we denying the facts that are given to us? Truth is not relative people. There is truth. There is in fact only ONE truth. The idea that there could be more than one truth is absurd. Truth is a fact. Fact is something that actually exists. A pen can not be pink for one person and black for another. One is true and one is false. One person couldn't see me sneeze while another person, at the exact same time, in the exact same situation couldn't say that I didn't. Fact is, Baby Girl, I sneezed. It happened.
Which brings me to my next observation. Husband and I went to Disneyland on Thursday thanks to two of our friends getting us Disney related wedding and Christmas gifts. (Thanks RC & SP!) So, we went to the Inovention Center in which he so lovingly volunteered me for their rather ridiculous game show. (Don't worry, there weren't any other volunteers so his plan back fired and I volunteered him right back.) Anyways, the game commences and I have not heard of 2 of the 3 shows, let alone seen them. All the questions are based on these shows. Hubby answered the first one right (I still don't know how) and I decided to try for the second answer. My first response was A, but then the host said, "Arrrr this B a tough question!". So I quickly go, "I'll go with B". B was the right answer.
The Point: Why is it that we can so easily trust a perfect stranger to guide us in the right direction, yet God gives us His Word which is TRUE because He is incapable of sin, making Him to be incapable of lying? His Word is there for us as the ultimate life resource. It is packed full of Truth and wisdom, yet it's easier at times to trust someone we've never met on something so trivial and unimportant, when in the grand scheme of things, if we don't trust God's Word our souls are in danger of spending eternity...ETERNITY... in the Lake of Fire. It should be easier to trust the Almighty, True God than it is to trust a stranger. Lord, help me to trust you always and in all things.
I have mentioned before that I am a nanny. I am so much a nanny the oldest one (2.5 yrs) calls me "Nanny" and the youngest (1 yr in 4 days!), as she can't quite figure out "Nanny", refers to me as "Na-Na". I never thought I'd be a NaNa at 21. Nanny, yes. NaNa, not so much. I'm just saying, I thought that was reserved for the highly esteemed "Grandma" position.
Anyways, Baby Girl helped open my eyes to how early things start. As some of you may know, I have been fighting off this annoying little cold for quite some time now, and let's just say I tend to sneeze a LOT. I noticed yesterday that Baby Girl looks at me skeptically when I sneeze, as if she doesn't quite believe that I am, in fact, sneezing. It's a fascinating thing how even a baby can deny the truth of something right before her very eyes. There was absolutely no denying the fact that I was infact sneezing. It did happen. it was fact. Yet, how often is that we denying the facts that are given to us? Truth is not relative people. There is truth. There is in fact only ONE truth. The idea that there could be more than one truth is absurd. Truth is a fact. Fact is something that actually exists. A pen can not be pink for one person and black for another. One is true and one is false. One person couldn't see me sneeze while another person, at the exact same time, in the exact same situation couldn't say that I didn't. Fact is, Baby Girl, I sneezed. It happened.
Which brings me to my next observation. Husband and I went to Disneyland on Thursday thanks to two of our friends getting us Disney related wedding and Christmas gifts. (Thanks RC & SP!) So, we went to the Inovention Center in which he so lovingly volunteered me for their rather ridiculous game show. (Don't worry, there weren't any other volunteers so his plan back fired and I volunteered him right back.) Anyways, the game commences and I have not heard of 2 of the 3 shows, let alone seen them. All the questions are based on these shows. Hubby answered the first one right (I still don't know how) and I decided to try for the second answer. My first response was A, but then the host said, "Arrrr this B a tough question!". So I quickly go, "I'll go with B". B was the right answer.
The Point: Why is it that we can so easily trust a perfect stranger to guide us in the right direction, yet God gives us His Word which is TRUE because He is incapable of sin, making Him to be incapable of lying? His Word is there for us as the ultimate life resource. It is packed full of Truth and wisdom, yet it's easier at times to trust someone we've never met on something so trivial and unimportant, when in the grand scheme of things, if we don't trust God's Word our souls are in danger of spending eternity...ETERNITY... in the Lake of Fire. It should be easier to trust the Almighty, True God than it is to trust a stranger. Lord, help me to trust you always and in all things.
Saturday Dreams
I have a lot of dreams - and they are often strange. I tell my husband about them pretty much daily and it often results in a comment about the fact that my dreams are weird. Last night I dreamed about being late to work because I was helping someone with a wedding -then I couldn't find my keys or my phone and discovered it was 8:20 - 20 minutes after I had to be about 20-30 minutes away. I was in trouble. Then someone told me it was Saturday and I was relieved, anxiety gone. But I noticed that most of the women at the wedding we were wearing long white dresses like the bride should be. hmmmm... Apparently I'm anxious about being late to work and letting my boss down...? Then I dreamed my husband and I worked in the same business complex (I don't work in a business complex to begin with so I don't know what that's about). But we would carpool about an hour with this lady in an RV. One day her daughter met up with us at the business complex demanding money for a week stay at some hotel. Her mom didn't have the money to fund it and asked her to compromise on only going for 2 or 3 days. She was not happy so I pop in and grab a hold of her face so she's looking at me and say, "How would you feel if this was the last conversation you had with your mom? If you treated her like this, she gave you what you wanted then drove away only to get in a car accident and die." In which, she responded that that was too deep for her and it wasn't going to happen, because life didn't happen that way so she was simply not going to think about it. In which I responded with grabbing her face and saying "you don't understand. That's life Hun, people do die. Accidents do happen." She responded with "people have different abilities, different things they are good at. Just like ping pong." Then made some comment that alluded to her thinking I had those qualities and was good at everything. I laughed and said "hah. I suck at Ping Pong! and tennis, and sports in general. I'm not good at math, I don't utilize my words as well as I should. I make mistakes all the time!" And the strangest comment of all from her, said sarcastically "Ok Martha Stewart, I'm not going to go along with you like everyone else. I'm going to call Bob Barker and do what I want." I walked away laughing with my husband and her mom. Her mom asked why and I said "because most people don't listen to me, but at least I got my point across."
Uhm...what? That was just last night. The brain is a funny thing. I wonder if it means I have too many thoughts or I'm not getting enough sleep or maybe too much? What do you think?
That was not anything I was intending on writing about, but it does intrigue me. I never thought I had strange dreams until my husband told me. :) It's all normal to me.
Ok - so it's Saturday. Which means husband is working most of the day and I am not. The plans for today are BIG. Oh yes, extremely exciting. So exciting I can't even stand it. Are you ready? I mean, are you ready for this? Have you braced yourself? Here it goes....
Grocery shopping.
Oh yes. I bet you're excited just reading that. Grocery Shopping. Can you imagine the adventures and fascinating things that can happen in a grocery store? I'm having trouble with that too- but I'm sure it happens. ;)
I promise I'll write something of substance later. Something that's more intriguing. More substantial.
Uhm...what? That was just last night. The brain is a funny thing. I wonder if it means I have too many thoughts or I'm not getting enough sleep or maybe too much? What do you think?
That was not anything I was intending on writing about, but it does intrigue me. I never thought I had strange dreams until my husband told me. :) It's all normal to me.
Ok - so it's Saturday. Which means husband is working most of the day and I am not. The plans for today are BIG. Oh yes, extremely exciting. So exciting I can't even stand it. Are you ready? I mean, are you ready for this? Have you braced yourself? Here it goes....
Grocery shopping.
Oh yes. I bet you're excited just reading that. Grocery Shopping. Can you imagine the adventures and fascinating things that can happen in a grocery store? I'm having trouble with that too- but I'm sure it happens. ;)
I promise I'll write something of substance later. Something that's more intriguing. More substantial.
Friday, January 28, 2011
IT'S DONE!!!!!
I can't believe this day came!! Our Wedding Thank You's are FINISHED!!!!
Really, I cannot believe it's finally here! But that's what you get when you invited 400+ people and most show up. but they're done, they're done! *insert celebratory victory dance* You don't even know my excitement! It's tough having something on the top of your to-do list for 3 months, but it's gone now! :)
(it only took 3 months!)
Really, I cannot believe it's finally here! But that's what you get when you invited 400+ people and most show up. but they're done, they're done! *insert celebratory victory dance* You don't even know my excitement! It's tough having something on the top of your to-do list for 3 months, but it's gone now! :)
(it only took 3 months!)
Thursday, January 27, 2011
The Beginning.
Well, I guess I have made it onto the blogosphere. Naturally, there are unasked questions that I am inclined to answer. The questions, I presume, are as follows: Who am I?, Why am I here?, Why should you read my blog?
I'll start with last, because let's face it - there aren't really rules here - so why not?
Why should you read my blog? Honestly, I don't know. Hopefully you'll find it encouraging, entertaining, informative... something of the like. I don't have any one topic I am intending to stick with - with life as it is, and the internet community at my fingertips (bad pun, but you smiled, huh?) there is no reason to put topical restrictions on the written word, apart from abstaining from the obscene, gross, negative, etc. Maybe you'll identify with me, maybe you'll find a connection, maybe you'll be challenged. I personally have no stellar reason why you should read this... afterall, we're most likely strangers - but isn't that what's so compelling about blogs anyways? You have the ability to stumble into the life of someone you may never meet and be affected in some way. This may just change your life.
Why am I here? It was all my husband's idea, so here's why from his perspective:
"To talk to people."
So there it is. Read a long, give me a chance, subscribe if you're so willing to do so. I can't tell you what this blog will be about specifically, but at the same time, you'll never know if you don't stay for awhile.
I'll start with last, because let's face it - there aren't really rules here - so why not?
Why should you read my blog? Honestly, I don't know. Hopefully you'll find it encouraging, entertaining, informative... something of the like. I don't have any one topic I am intending to stick with - with life as it is, and the internet community at my fingertips (bad pun, but you smiled, huh?) there is no reason to put topical restrictions on the written word, apart from abstaining from the obscene, gross, negative, etc. Maybe you'll identify with me, maybe you'll find a connection, maybe you'll be challenged. I personally have no stellar reason why you should read this... afterall, we're most likely strangers - but isn't that what's so compelling about blogs anyways? You have the ability to stumble into the life of someone you may never meet and be affected in some way. This may just change your life.
Why am I here? It was all my husband's idea, so here's why from his perspective:
Ok, so - that was a significantly shorter answer than expected, but he's playing a video game - which has the same effect as watching football in our house. Here's why I think I'm here, a part from "to talk to people" (which is a pretty magnificent reason given that I spend my day with 2 young munchkins, but more on that later). I enjoy writing immensely, yet life happened. I'm not sure what specifically, but I stopped writing. Sad day. I spend the majority of my days with 2 little munchkins (not mine) whom I love dearly, but they're not great on the higher conversation level at the moment so I end up suffering from word vomit when I'm around "grown-ups". I just may need a creative outlet. I'm already quite enjoying this, but don't worry - I promise my posts won't all be this lengthy, though I don't promise they'll all be shorter.
Who am I? I am a God-fearing, recently married, young woman living in quite possibly the best weather state (quick! guess!). I am a wife. I am a nanny. I am a woman. I am creative when I allow myself to be. I'm a writer and a singer. I'm insecure, yet confident. I'm quiet, yet loud. I'm bored easily and easily distracted. And even more, I'm learning. I'm learning to be successful in the eyes of my Maker and not my own; to embrace my feminity in a world that discourages it; to love in a way that is foreign to our culture, society and world; and, I think, more than that - I don't know what I'm learning - but I'm learning something.So there it is. Read a long, give me a chance, subscribe if you're so willing to do so. I can't tell you what this blog will be about specifically, but at the same time, you'll never know if you don't stay for awhile.
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