Sunday, June 28, 2009

Can't fight this feeling...

I'm taking a week (plus?) hiatus.

I've been fighting it. I have. I LOVE blogging, I love reading blogs, and I love this online community. But I'm struggling, and I'm not doing a good job in keeping up.

As we're going to Ohio for the 4th and my midterm is this week, I've decided to focus on my studies and the upcoming trip and read blogs between studying. I'm just not going to blog.

And, really, I almost didn't write this post, but, since many of you don't know me and know I blog about 3-5 times a week, I didn't want y'all to think I'd died or something. =) Just gotta focus on studies.

See you in a week (or a week and a half!!)!

Thursday, June 25, 2009

This really should be caffeinated randomness...

Did I spell "caffeinated" correctly? I always have trouble with that word...

I would like some fresh fruit and veggies. Specifically peaches and a BLT. Without the L. Ever since Misti gave me a tomato and I made a BT, all I want is more. I should have gone to the Farmers Market last Saturday and stocked up.

Class tonight -- but Superman is saving the day and driving!!! I am so excited. He is such an amazing husband, y'all. I don't thank him enough for everything he does. He's so generous and compassionate -- I married a good one. ;)

Okay, enough with the mushiness. I'll save that for Rachel's carnival.

I feel I've been lacking with my blog reading. Okay, there's no "I feel" about it. I HAVE been lacking. Monday through Wednesday all I did was study. Study. And study some more. My midterm's next week. Some days are good days and I feel on top of the work, and other days I want to have a panic attack.

According to this man, I am a discouraged perfectionist. I never knew I was a perfectionist by ANY MEANS until he described a discouraged perfectionist. I fit the bill to a T. It's almost scary.

Superman's aunt and uncle are coming in this weekend. I'm psyched about that. AND, to make the weekend even more awesome, my family reunion is this weekend (that's a good thing), AND my parents and aunt are coming Sunday to hear Superman play in the band at church. Big yea for that! Oh, and our annual town festival is going to be this weekend. Little yea. Too many people + too few parking spots + 100 degree heat = angry participants and wailing babies. I might fit into the wailing category. We'll see.

And this is probably all the randomness that you want to read for today, so I guess I'll stop here. Three more hours, and then we're Super Duper University bound!!!

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Round two...or three...can't remember...

Our neighbors are moving. Again.

Well, technically "they" aren't moving "again" so much as the house next door is for sale again.

We've been in our house for three years now, and this house has been sold at least twice. Does that seem unusual to anyone else?

I think it's because the house is haunted. My mom thinks it was because of the neighbors (aka, US). Superman thinks it was because one of them got a job elsewhere.

Should we ask instead of guess? Probably. But we most likely won't. I's kind of hard when you're talking to someone and your Chihuahua is barking madly and taking a poo in their freshly-mowed lawn (see the bad neighbors category).

I kind of wish the old lady two doors down would leave so she'd stop calling the cops on us. Yes, this has happened -- a friend of mine parked in front of her house, and her front tire was tourching the woman's curb. The neighbors on the other side of us park in front of our yard all the time. No big deal. I certainly don't call the cops on them.

So if any of you are looking for a home in a squished subdivision and don't mind living next door to a couple whose dog will fertilize your lawn, let me know! ;)

Sunday, June 21, 2009

My dad

I have to write this quickly. Why, you ask? Because me, my mom, and my dad are going to church this morning. =)

I say that with a smile because I know that my parents' love for the Lord has influenced my life tremendously, and it's nice to know that you have parents who pray for you and your husband.

I almost didn't come see them this weekend. I was tired, I have tons of studying to do, a house to clean before Superman comes home from his weekend golf excursion, etc. The excuses run on for days. But yesterday, after visiting with Rachel, I decided, "Let's go surprise Dad."

"Hello?" he answered the phone yesterday after I packed up Superdog and a change of clothes and headed north.

"Hey, what y'all doin' tonight?" Yes, my Southern accent affects my words and my verbs.

"Oh, I don't know. We're going to see Papa Mac (my dad's father) at about five. What are you doing?"


"Oh? Where are you going?"

"To your house."

"You are?" he asked excitedly. "Well, that's just great! You can come with us to Papa Mac's and we'll go get dinner..." He started listing off things we could do.

"Well, I just wanted to call you beforehand so I could make sure that you didn't have plans tonight," I said.

"Aw," Dad said, "you know we'd change plans for you."


Superman and I have got one great father (as Dad calls my hubby his son, I'm countin' it.)

Happy Father's Day, Dad.

Now it's time to go to church.

Friday, June 19, 2009

She's going the distance...She's going for speed...

Hello, friends. As you read this, please note that I am on No. 7 of 10 shots of espresso in about a 16 hour time frame.

Doctors out there -- don't judge. And if there are spelling/grammatical errors, lovingly ignore. ;)

I drove to and from Super Duper University last night. Class let out at 10:15 p.m. My mom rode with me to help keep me awake (she doesn't see well at night). I drank an iced latte before class and a white chocolate mocha (let's get those sugar calories going) when I left.

We arrived home at 2:11 a.m. I was up again before 7 and had to be at work at 7:30.


It was actually kind of funny this morning when I went to the coffee shop. Jonathan, the owner, looked at me. I nodded. He nodded in return. And then he handed me an extra large Americano -- six shots of espresso + water.

I am working on my second of five hours at work today (Thank goodness for short days!!).

I'm not functioning all too quickly today by any means, but I am getting work done (contrary to what this blog signifies). And then I'm going home and taking a loooonnnggg nap.

Peace out, y'all.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

WYAW: Kid time (For yourself...not those you gave birth to)

I LOVE What's Your Answer Wednesdays! I LOVE them because I get to find out more about YOU!

I'm a big kid at heart. I really am. I love going to zoos and playing hide and seek and eating junk food. I don't ever want to actually grow up. So...let's talk about kid stuff!

1. What was your favorite game growing up?

2. What do you do with your kids (or, if you're like me, do you expect you'll do with future children) that's really more of a treat for you than them?

3. Did you eat your veggies as a kid?

4. What's your earliest memory?


My answers

1. Hide and seek. Hands down. I was a superb hider. Didn't like seeking (though you only had to catch one person...).

2. Go to Disney World (We went there on our honeymoon). Or maybe just TCBY for ice cream...Yummm...a peach milkshake sounds soooo good right now.

3. Ew, NO! I vividly remember one time my mom soaking broccoli in cheese sauce and me STILL not eating it. Now I'll eat broccoli plain. I love it!

4. The first house I remember living in was on the corner of two highways, and we had huge trees in our yard (maybe they weren't that huge, but they were to me). My dad hooked a rope swing on one of the top branches and would swing me higher and higher on it -- and I loved every second of it. Hmmm...that's probably why I like roller coasters now...

Your turn!

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Tuesday, June 16, 2009

This really happened

I've really been running on empty the past few days regarding ideas for blogs. Not that I haven't been really busy...My mind's just been ridiculously turned "off."

I was reading Brooke's blog about the results of her weekend garage sale when I started to remember the two garage sales I have participated in during my life, and...well, the first one, at least, is definitely interesting...

"It's the garage sale EXTRAVAGANZA!!! Books, clothes, furniture, DVDs, and so much more!! All to benefit the American Cancer Society!! Participate in the cause with our garage sale!!"

That was the gist of our ad we placed in the paper. Tina, one of our relay team members, was the classifieds director. Can you tell?

We got up in what I thought was the middle of the night (about 5 a.m.) to get things ready for our 6 a.m. opening time. People began showing up at 5:30...with flashlights.

But they weren't our first customers. Tina had people come to her house (the garage sale site) the night before. Yeah. That's right.

Around 6 a.m., when the sun was finally beginning to rise, we had a ton of people -- and a ton of stuff. A lot of our coworkers had donated for the cause, which definitely helped. Heck, we even browsed the area, looking for clothing that we'd want to purchase.

But first...the fight for the votive holder.

"This says it's a dollar," some woman called out to Tina. BTW, she was fighting for it with another lady, who was glancing over the clothing at the time. "Can I get it for 50 cents?"

Tina, who'd been through garage sales before and knew how to handle this, glared at her. "It IS for finding a cure for cancer," she replied.

The woman stormed off in a huff, but Tina did have a point. I mean...all profits DID benefit the ACS.

A few minutes later, after Tina walked inside, the other lady who'd been eying the holder, came up to me. "Can I get this for 75 cents?" she asked.

"Um...sure?" I said warily. I mean, this was my first garage sale. I didn't know how these things worked.

"Sold," she said, smiling, and walked off.

When Tina heard, she just laughed. I miss that girl.

(But I will see her in just a couple of weeks!!)

But the highlight of the garage sale came around 9 a.m., when we were lazing around and mainly goofing off. We still had a few customers, but they were trickling out.

And we did this to my dog.

She was not happy. And neither were we a bit later when some woman saw Superdog, sitting in my lap, and said, "I'll pay $200 for her."

My mouth dropped. "Uh...she's not for sale."

"Well, it SAYS 'Make offer,'" she retorted.

"It's a JOKE," I replied, holding Superdog tighter. I would punch people for my dog. I would.

And so this woman goes on this mini-rant, saying how she had been to this other garage sale where they had a price sticker on an (inanimate) object and it wasn't for sale, and she told her husband when they got in the car that she wasn't going to take it anymore, and she was going to buy the next thing that had a sticker on it, whether or not it was for sale.

Tina came over and pulled the sticker from poor Superdog's head. She seemed annoyed, but thankfully, it didn't seem to hurt her.

"She's not for sale," I repeated.

Oh, and then the woman talks about how her husband just lost his little Chihuahua and how happy it would make him to have another one. Uh...I really hate that, but...NO.

She finally, FINALLY left, thank goodness, but not before saying, "If she follows me, I'm taking her." And then whistled for Superdog to come.

Superdog didn't move. I held her collar fairly tightly, but she wasn't eager to follow.

She knows who loves her. ;)

We made about $300 on the garage sale (that's what happens when about 10 people contribute), which was good. But I did learn one valuable lesson:

Leave the pup inside.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Caffeinated Randomness: IM Conversation

Welcome to this week’s edition of Caffeinated Randomness – and I’ve got a doozy for you!

I mentioned earlier this week that Superman is now on facebook. For those of you who aren’t on FB, there are different random quizzes you can take…Such as the “Which Arrested Development character are you?” one. Arrested Development is one of our favorite shows. It’s the story of a dysfunctional family who loses all their money and the one son, Michael, who is constantly struggling through the series to bring them all together. Other main characters (relevant to this blog) include Tobias, the psychiatrist-turned-actor son-in-law who has no common sense nor love for his hot wife, and Gob (pronounced Job), the wanna-be magician who…well, you’ll see.

(Instant Message conversation Wednesday morning – Ignore the SUPER BAD grammar errors – this was not a message to my professor, haha!)

Lois Lane II: there's a facebook quiz "which arrested development character are you?" I'm taking it now. You can find it on Ella’s profile

Superman: done

Lois Lane II: lol

Superman: you're going to have to forward it... Ella's not on my friends list yet

Lois Lane II: i'll try

Lois Lane II: okay i sent it

Lois Lane II: LOL -- I'm Michael (not really surprised, but I promise I answered them as truthfully as possible)

Lois Lane II: have you done it?

Superman: oh no

Superman: i'm GOB

Lois Lane II: hehehhehehe

Lois Lane II: How did you end up Gob?

Superman: geez, that’s not embarrassing

Superman: It says, You are not the sharpest knife in the drawer. You seek power, fame, & riches above all other things. You typically have no sense of other people's feelings & emotions, and your libido is out of control!

Lois Lane II: I straight up just snorted in my office

Superman: can i take it down???

Lois Lane II: lol, just don't publish it, that's fine


Lois Lane II: Ella was Tobias, if that makes you feel any better

Lois Lane II: Go over to the side of it and hit remove -- but it's no biggie. We all knew your libido was out of control

Superman: IT'S NOT LETTING ME!!!

Superman: got it

Superman: Phew

Lois Lane II: better now?

Superman: much better

Superman: my goodness, that was embarrassing

Lois Lane II: well, unfortunately, you know that's probably going to come up on everyone's feed, don't you?

Lois Lane II: you can't take that down

Superman: well, i'm pretty sure it's real time... meaning if i remove it, it'll be removed from them, too

Superman: right?

(For those of you wondering, it did NOT show up in the feeds...)

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Thursday, June 11, 2009

It's the final countdown

Thirteen days left.

That's how many more days Superman will be employed.

That's how many more days until he gets switched from his insurance to mine, upping our monthly insurance bill from about $260 to $450.

That's how many more days there are until our new budget for the university rolls around, and since I work in Louisiana and Bobby Jindal doesn't look like he's budging on helping us out, I'm probably going to have to take a 5% pay cut.

And we have to pay for medical everything else inbetween...

*breathes rapidly in a paper bag*

This is the right decision. I'm not even saying "I think" with that statement. I KNOW this is the right decision. We've been praying about this for a year, and we are fully confident that we are following God's will in this situation. We would not be able to do this without His support.

I tease Superman about having to start eating Ramen and biking to the grocery store, but we're not at that stage...yet. ;) We thankfully have been saving money for the past year and hording it away into a savings account, which will undoubtedly help.

I am worried, though. I know I'm not supposed to be because, like I said before, this is the right path, but I'm working on becoming an Olympic competitor in the sport of worry. And sometimes I even feel a little selfish, because with so many people in this country losing their jobs and worrying about them, here we are willing to give one up.

Don't get me wrong, though. Superman will be working on several things. First and foremost, he's starting a university sports magazine. How amazingly cool is that? We're really hoping that takes off and he can work soley on that, but this economy does stink. We'll find out soon, though, if that has the potential to actually work.

He's also driving me to Super Duper University every week so I can sleep in the car on the way home and be halfway tolerable at work the next day. He's also pursuing his master's degree in counseling. And going to be working to get our book (and other projects -- stay tuned for details) published. And going to be on the radio (and get paid -- yippee!!). And freelance for area papers (Pays little, but we'll take it!). And work with the media relations department at games (Show me the money!). Oh, and did I tell you that he's also going to grocery shop and cook me lunch and dinner (He's the cooker in this relationship, seriously. You should taste his chicken verona. Come over and visit, and I'll tell him to make it!) so I never have to go to that dreaded place again.

He's gonna be one busy little bee.

So keep us in your prayers in the following days, weeks, and months. This has not been an easy decision, but we do have a peace about it that only comes from God. We know it's going to be rough...but, hey, we were po' college students once. We'll weather through this storm.

And see what God has in store for us.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Because I like to follow the leader

Rachel's MM&M Carnival doesn't really begin until July, but, after reading several of your lovey-dovey blogs, I could not help but join in early, too.

Because that's what I like to do. I'm a followerer. On most occasions.

Without further ado, let me present the beginnings of our love story.

I’d like to say it was love at first sight, but it was probably lust.

I met him at a BCM function. He had the cutest smile I’d ever seen, and I loved his laugh. It was contagious. And then I thought, “Don’t even think about it. He’s so awesome, he probably already has a girlfriend. Give it up.”

So I did. And two months later, he started dating another girl.


Just kidding. We probably didn’t need to date just them. Both of us had a lot of growing up to do, and, had I not gone through the experiences I did over the next year and a half, I don’t think I would have appreciated him like I did December 2003.

That’s when I realized I really liked this man, who’d become my best friend over the past six months. He had been dating the same chick he started dating in 2002, and I thought they were getting married – and even approved of it. I was happy being his friend, though all the guys I dated while I knew him had to measure up to him. And none of them did.

Girlfriend broke up with him in November, and I started “talking” (Why do we call it “talking”? I went on dates with the guy, so does that count as dating? Sure, why not?) with another guy who was very jealous of Superman – who I, at the time, had no romantic interest in. And it bothered me that Dating Dude kept putting Superman down: “Do you know how many video games he plays?” “He always acts so weird.” “Why do you hang out with him so much?” I understood it was jealousy, but single guys, let me give you a hint: badmouthing another guy never works in your favor. Superman knew that I was dating this guy, and he was uber-supportive – even though he secretly had a crush on me. “He’s such a great guy,” he told me one night. “He’ll be sweet to you forever and be able to provide well for you.” And he broke my heart.

I kicked Dating Dude to the curb. I didn't do it to date Superman. I did it because I could not date a guy who would badmouth a friend just to be with a girl.

And on December 31, 2003, I was standing in Central Park in New York City, watching the fireworks and talking to Superman on the phone, who was in Louisiana. “It’s so beautiful,” I said breathlessly. “I wish you were with me to see it.”

When I said that, everything suddenly became clear.

We were such close friends – best friends, in fact. We knew each other’s dirty little secrets and still liked each other. Just a month later, we decided to try dating…and decided we liked it so much that we decided, “Heck, why don’t we keep this up for a lifetime?”

What a great idea.

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He feel it, she feel it, we feel it, here we go

This really should be Friday, because I have a feeling this blog's gonna be random enough for Caffeinated Randomness. And if I misspelled "caffeinated," I'm okay with that.

First. Do not send your COLLEGE professor a SUPERBLY grammatically incorrect e-mail. I can understand one or two errors. I can. But the following...I cannot.

"i do not know how to create a blog. i would like to make my blog on blogger also i want to know if the first blog is due this friday the 5th or june 6th saturday. could you let me know?"

Or begin it like this...

"Good morning ms. roberts,"

Please. No.

Or take an online class...and not check your e-mail. Who does that???


I did NOT have a good day yesterday. I didn't feel good, I'd stared at a computer screen until I felt my eyeballs were going to bleed, and even a Three Musketeers bar didn't help (Rachel, I feel your pain on the Dr. Peppers...I just lack the desire for self control.). I hadn't mentioned this much to my sweet husband other than I cancelled dinner with some friends because of just the "not-feeling-gooders," and he said he would run to the store to pick up some cheese top top our chili with.

He came home and, looking sheepish, stood in the doorframe. "Well, the trip to the grocery store got a little out of hand," he said, pulling beautiful stargazer lilies (Thanks for the identification, Misti!! LOL! My knowledge of plants does not extend past roses, gardenias, and tulips.) from behind his back. My eyes started tearing up.

"And," he continued, "I thought, I couldn't get you flowers without a card."

He pulled out a card. "But I couldn't give you a card without writing anything in it, so I had to buy pens, too," he said.

Sniff. I love that man.

Who (randomness No. 3) is now on facebook. Back on facebook, I should say. He had various reasons for quitting facebook the first time, about two years ago, one of which was because I got aggrivated that, when he wouldn't respond to people's messages, they'd message ME and say, "Why isn't Superman writing us back?" Because he's a boy who forgets! You've met him! You know this! UGH.

(Which, by the way, people still do, but that's a whole different blog. BUT I'll just say this -- If he did not answer when you called, why do you call me? I'd understand once or twice, but we have people who do this ALL THE TIME. He's either busy -- which is usually the case; his work hours are crazy -- or at a place where he can't answer his phone. And, NO, I'm NOT going to tell him to call you back when he gets home at 11 p.m. He's going to SLEEP. Okay, okay, I'm done...for now.)

Back to facebook. So he's addicted now. I don't know what changed, but he is addicted! He's got it on his PHONE -- even I don't go that far, haha!

And......that's all the randomness for today!

Friday, June 5, 2009

Easy, peasy, lemon squeezy

Slightly a lie -- but it's a lot better than I anticipated.

I LOVED my first class. I loved my professor, I loved my classmates, and I loved my material. I did NOT love that in three hours (he let us out an hour early) my hands were shaking from typing 10 single-spaced pages of notes (that's 6,000+ words). I also did not love that by 8:45 p.m., my eyes were drooping slightly, and my typing was getting sloppier because I was tired.

But I did love the smell of coffee beans that came from my sweet hubby as he picked me up (he had gone to a nearby coffee shop to play on his computer and wait for me). I love that I got to sleep in the car with a blanket and pillow and then simply get out of the car when we got to the house (at 1 a.m.) and transfer my body to the bed.

Did not love that Superdog, who'd been left alone for 12 hours, was wide awake and ready to play.

Did love the fact that I woke up sans alarm at 6:47 a.m. (alarm was set for 7 a.m.) and was ready to get ready for work (at 7:30 a.m.).

Did love that I treated myself with a double shot (note, not a triple) sugar free vanilla latte (no foam, nonfat milk) and a blueberry muffin from my favorite coffee shop.

Do not love that I will have to rinse and repeat next Thursday.

Do love that it lasts only until July 30.

Did not love that I was the "newbie" in the class -- all of my classmates are midway through their Ph.D. work. I was the youngest. And maybe a little intimidated. But when we got to talking and they realized this was my first class AND that I lived three and a half hours away, they started giving me pointers for what to expect for this class and from the rest of my teachers.


Rinse and repeat next week.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

This is it. Don't get scared now.

I will take my first Ph.D. class. Tonight.


I have my "luggage" all ready -- a blanket, a pillow, my contact supplies, PJs, makeup remover, and, the most needed of all, my laptop.

Is it sad that I actually have to pack to go to class?

Super Duper University is located around 3 1/2 (no traffic) to 4 1/2 (loads of traffic) hours away. In another state even. Superman is driving me back and forth, thank God. But my class is from 6-10 p.m. Thursday nights, so we'll be leaving around 12:30 p.m. or 1 p.m. and getting back around 2 a.m. Friday.


Oh, and did I mention I have to be at work at 7:30 a.m. Friday morning?

Triple shot latte coming right up!

But I am so excited about this. Ridiculously excited. I haven't even seen the syllabus, and I e-mailed my professor yesterday with an idea for a paper proposal that I want to present at a conference in Texas next year. I even looked up articles to research.

Thank God I'm a nerd, because I think you have to be in this game. And in World of Warcraft (but I don't play that, promise -- though some people who read this blog do...LOL).

And just for funsies, my class that I teach starts today, too. It's an online class -- the first online class I've taught. Which means that TECHNICALLY -- not that I'm going to do it, but TECHNICALLY -- I can teach class AND go to class at the same time. Wrap your mind around that one for a second.


I am suddenly soooo glad that I'm anonymous on here, because I'd really hate for my professors to see that. ;)

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

WYAW: The Gift-Giving One

I'm very glad it's What's Your Answer Wednesday, because my brain apparently is still in sleep mode this morning.

1. When do you start purchasing Christmas gifts?

2. Do you wrap, bag, or just jerk the tags off?

3. What's the worst Christmas gift you've ever received?

4. Have you ever done or have given to you a "donated in your honor" gift? Like when you buy a cow for a family in a foreign country to raise and eat, and the gift to them is donated in your (or someone else's) name?

My answers:

1. I start June 1. That's the first day of Bath and Body Works' semi-annual sale, and that's usually my cue to start the gift-buying. I've already purchased eight Christmas gifts (not all from BBW, mind you).

2. Jerking the tags off is usually my fail safe, but I try to at least put it in a bag. Wrapping rarely happens. I'm a horrible wrapper.

3. My boss gave me a weird iPod holder thing (and at the time, I did not have an iPod -- no one in our office did) and a chocolate candy phone. Ugh.
**EDIT: As Misti reminded me, I actually had a worse gift. Someone (not even saying what category this is in) gave me cheese one time...smelly, soft "cheese" (though the jury's still out) floating in opaque water. And I'm definitely one to try new things, but this was something not even I could muster up.

4. Negative.

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Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Superdog has a boyfriend

Yep. My little pup has a beau.

When she was a little over a year old, a white poodle named Beanie would come visit her from time to time. He'd even leave her "gifts" in the yard so she would realize that he had come over when she was not outside. Superdog LOVED seeing Beanie. Beanie just loved seeing a female dog. He wasn't in it for the love.

Meet Dog X. I call him Dog X because I don't know his name, but he lives across the street from us. He is a cute little Rat Terrier, just a little bit bigger than Superdog. He is in loooovvvveee with our little Chihuahua. He came a'courting a couple of times, and Superdog turned him down flat. But that little dog did not give up. On his third try, Superdog decided that she might just like him, too.

And so the doggie relationship has begun.

They haven't played with each other since (both like running and chasing; it's what holds their relationship together), but they have communicated to the chagrin of both sets of owners.

Dog X will be in his fenced in back yard, and Superdog will be inside. And they will bark. To each other. A lot. Both have very high pierced barks. Not a good combo.

Dog X is very well-behaved. I took Superdog outside to frolick and do her dirty business outside, and she spotted Dog X across the road with his owner. Neither dog was allowed to cross the road (even though Dog X has to come visit, but I think he was cautious since his owner was outside with him), but they both stood at the edge of the grass, just watching each other.

I'm telling you, it's better than a soap opera.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Second chances

This is what God the Lord says — he who created the heavens and stretched them out, who spread out the earth and all that comes out of it, who gives breath to its people, and life to those who walk on it: "I, the LORD, have called you in righteousness; I will take hold of your hand. I will keep you and will make you to be a covenant for the people and a light for the Gentiles, to open eyes that are blind, to free captives from prison and to release from the dungeon those who sit in darkness.
Isaiah 42:5-7

It's amazing how much I change and still stay the same.

Last year I went through a "re-creating" of myself, I guess you'd say. When insanity happens, that's what you've got to do. You evolve, or you stagnate.

I always think that I'm glad I am no longer the person I was a year ago, or two years ago, or five years ago. It's growth. I want to be a better person, therefore I continually change to mirror Christ's love. It's an uphill battle, but I have my running shoes.

I like to believe that I'm a better person than I was before. Don't we all? We'd like to think our experiences mold us into wiser, kinder, gentler people. That's what I like to imagine, at least.

But I don't know if I've really changed all that much or if I've just said that I've changed.

I may have changed one bad habit, but have I adopted another in its place?

Do I really show Christ's love, or is it just to people I've deemed worthy?

I'm looking for a second chance for myself, a chance to crush my pride and open my eyes to the needs of this world -- traits I thought I had. It's a second chance to the doors I closed.

Sigh. I'm not mopey today or depressed, I promise. Hubby and I are making homemade pizzas tonight and watching Battlestar Galactica (yes, I think I already mentioned I'm a major nerd). This just stems from from the sermon last night and a short talk with an old friend.

(For those of you who know me personally, this has NOTHING to do with the crazy people in my life. That is a dangerous situation in all facets.)

So here's my second chance, starting June 1. I'm down with it. ;)

P.S. I go to my first doctoral class Thursday. Eek!! I'm so excited!