Here we are at the end of March, and it is been an awful strange month.
First it blizzards massively, one of the biggest storms of the decade thus far, and then in the middle/end it teases tragically. For example this past Monday it was 72 degrees, yesterday it was 32 degrees with freezing rain. When I left work there was almost a quarter inch of ice in some areas on my car. This morning wasn't really much better with the parking lot at work being and ice rink with my arrival just before 7:00. I had tried to get my car to stop in a nice parking spot and it skated over to the next spot almost four feet away from a truck there. If I had been gunning for the spot that was actually next to the truck, there's no doubt in my mind that I would have skidded right into that big blue truck.
Phew!
Random thought for the evening: Is it possible to be both OCD and forgetful?
Saturday, March 31, 2007
Thursday, March 29, 2007
Sea Leg Salad, as requested from my sister : )
Hi Anne!!!
Here's just the ingredients....I didn't have directions written down, but you can handle that....
7oz pasta cooked and cooled in water--drain
1 1/2 c. miracle whip (I've been using the light)
8 oz cream cheese
1/4 c. sugar
small onion finely diced
1-2 stalks celery finely diced
frozen peas thawed in cool water & drained
1/2 lb. imitation crab sliced
I usually make a little more pasta than required and I also put a whole pound of imitation crab......you can adjust the recipe as you like.
See you,
Jane
(I probably will make adjustments, just like I never make the same lasagna twice. Hint: DO NOT USE eggplant in lasagna if you have taste buds, and do not make meatless.)
(I probably will make adjustments, just like I never make the same lasagna twice. Hint: DO NOT USE eggplant in lasagna if you have taste buds, and do not make meatless.)
Recipes
I think that I have reached the point that I will have to start to label my postings because I am going to start posting some of the family-favorite-recipes. This will make them easy to find for future use. I probably will have to figure out a breakdown for the rest to follow suit with organization.
I figured that this was a good way to keep my recipes in one place and so I wouldn't have to ask my mother and sisters repeatedly for them. I am not the most skilled at organization, my defense is that I'm not really around enough to do it. The arrival of spring helps. As soon as it gets nice enough to take the plastic off the windows, I'm going to let in the new air to help inspire tidying.
Hmm, throwing the recipes onto the blog will also help tidy things up, I can get paper clutter out of my life and off my desk. : D
I figured that this was a good way to keep my recipes in one place and so I wouldn't have to ask my mother and sisters repeatedly for them. I am not the most skilled at organization, my defense is that I'm not really around enough to do it. The arrival of spring helps. As soon as it gets nice enough to take the plastic off the windows, I'm going to let in the new air to help inspire tidying.
Hmm, throwing the recipes onto the blog will also help tidy things up, I can get paper clutter out of my life and off my desk. : D
Tuesday, March 27, 2007
Grace Kelly Lyrics
My eldest sister and I were laughing over this song just cause it sounds so funny. She has great appreciation for the artist's ability in falsetto. I looked up the lyrics and read them off to her. We had a good giggle, she said that they remind her of Dr. Seuss.
Mika
Do I attract you?
Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?
Am I too dirty?
Am I too flirty?
Do I like what you like?
I could be wholesome
I could be loathsome
I guess I'm a little bit shy
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me without making me try?
I try to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
Ive gone identity mad!
I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you walk out the door!
How can I help it
How can I help it
How can I help what you think?
Hello my baby
Hello my baby
Putting my life on the brink
Why don't you like me
Why don't you like me
Why don't you like yourself?
Should I bend over?
Should I look older just to be put on your shelf?
I try to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
Ive gone identity mad!
I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you walk out the door!
Say what you want to satisfy yourself
But you only want what everybody else says you should want
I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you like me?
Why don't you walk out the door!
The Media
Do you read "Time" magazine at all?
The other day in my workplace's break room I had picked it up because I had noticed that he headline was talking about the issue of abortion. Unfortunately because of the long article and my break being short I had only gotten about halfway through the article. To sum it up, Planned Parenthood is upset about organizations for crisis pregnancies that offer a strong voice for choosing life. They say that these crisis pregnancy places do not give women all the facts, and are screwing with peoples lives.
I thought that Planned Parenthood is pretty pathetic for whining about not all facts being given. They are the ones who don't give all the facts on life, and what happens to the growing baby in the womb. I highly doubt as part of their "facts" that they tell women contemplating abortion that the heart beats at 18 days and that brainwaves can be detected just 40 days after conception.
As a woman, I am upset about how low Planned Parenthood can stoop to destroy men, women and the family. I hope I am around for the day that this nation has the turn around in the culture of death.
The other day in my workplace's break room I had picked it up because I had noticed that he headline was talking about the issue of abortion. Unfortunately because of the long article and my break being short I had only gotten about halfway through the article. To sum it up, Planned Parenthood is upset about organizations for crisis pregnancies that offer a strong voice for choosing life. They say that these crisis pregnancy places do not give women all the facts, and are screwing with peoples lives.
I thought that Planned Parenthood is pretty pathetic for whining about not all facts being given. They are the ones who don't give all the facts on life, and what happens to the growing baby in the womb. I highly doubt as part of their "facts" that they tell women contemplating abortion that the heart beats at 18 days and that brainwaves can be detected just 40 days after conception.
As a woman, I am upset about how low Planned Parenthood can stoop to destroy men, women and the family. I hope I am around for the day that this nation has the turn around in the culture of death.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Doubting Thomas
Recently I've been finding myself having a lot of doubts lately. I wonder If my roommate and I live in the right neighborhood with all the bad things that have happened. Last night my roommate had her lock punched in on her car. Some jerk was trying to get away with her new CD player that she got in her car.
I wonder if I've made the right move at work, to aid a hard-up area (the cafe, yippee skippy) I've been coming home beat every night that we've been busy. This weekend was exceptionally bad, seeing as I have gotten out past my scheduled shift both days. This is kinda bad being hourly. Hitting overtime is a big no-no. Not to mention the public, when hungry, is relentless and quite mean.
Lastly, the fear of rejection. My friend Jeff recently found me on myspace and has a survey up which has this question:
35. Have you ever liked someone you didn't have a chance with? Nope, you always have a chance with everyone
I like his positive response. I will admit, talking with my roomie and a couple of my closest friends, it is apparent that finding love isn't easy, and the possibility of rejection makes it all the harder to try for. Sometimes it's funny how scared we can be of another person and how they may feel. Risks seem too big these days in this field I suppose.
This being a season of Lent, I find that these things might be good to offer up. Place our troubles in the Lord for He will help us on our path. Most of the time I feel like there are a lot of small signs, if you will, that help me to feel that I am on the right path. Lately, I think I feel doubtful because I haven't been getting as much reassurance from the Almighty. Don't get me wrong, there are some things that have been going right, for which I have been grateful for. My spirit and body have just been exhausted lately and I think that is where I am getting the doubts from. Amidst working many long hours, I have acquired a cold that makes resting difficult and I don't have the patience for getting over.
With spring coming up in short order, the world will renew and new growth will brighten up our days. Good news for me and my roommate: the landlord is letting us plant a couple things this year. I opt for zucchini. Not a big deal, but something fruitful to look forward to.
I wonder if I've made the right move at work, to aid a hard-up area (the cafe, yippee skippy) I've been coming home beat every night that we've been busy. This weekend was exceptionally bad, seeing as I have gotten out past my scheduled shift both days. This is kinda bad being hourly. Hitting overtime is a big no-no. Not to mention the public, when hungry, is relentless and quite mean.
Lastly, the fear of rejection. My friend Jeff recently found me on myspace and has a survey up which has this question:
35. Have you ever liked someone you didn't have a chance with? Nope, you always have a chance with everyone
I like his positive response. I will admit, talking with my roomie and a couple of my closest friends, it is apparent that finding love isn't easy, and the possibility of rejection makes it all the harder to try for. Sometimes it's funny how scared we can be of another person and how they may feel. Risks seem too big these days in this field I suppose.
This being a season of Lent, I find that these things might be good to offer up. Place our troubles in the Lord for He will help us on our path. Most of the time I feel like there are a lot of small signs, if you will, that help me to feel that I am on the right path. Lately, I think I feel doubtful because I haven't been getting as much reassurance from the Almighty. Don't get me wrong, there are some things that have been going right, for which I have been grateful for. My spirit and body have just been exhausted lately and I think that is where I am getting the doubts from. Amidst working many long hours, I have acquired a cold that makes resting difficult and I don't have the patience for getting over.
With spring coming up in short order, the world will renew and new growth will brighten up our days. Good news for me and my roommate: the landlord is letting us plant a couple things this year. I opt for zucchini. Not a big deal, but something fruitful to look forward to.
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Tidbits of Randomness
This post will be much more random than usual, being just a fast recording of some events in no particular order, just stuff I'd like to remember later.
First off the good news. My good friend Abbey and her husband found out they will be getting a little brother for their son. Abbey and myself played bunko with some of the girls back home this weekend and another high school friend announced that they will be expecting a third child into their family. Wow. Time flies and now I feel old. I didn't feel that old....
Bad news. My landlord got robbed this week by his roommate/tenant. I hope that they can catch him, my landlord isn't too hopeful. I'm surprised that this happened, our landlords run background checks on the tenants that they rent to. Hopefully the culprit gave enough real information for that so they can recover the property.
Why do people have to be so awful to fellow human beings?
I hope that there will be a time that we all can be a bit kinder to each other.
Last thing, not good or bad, I just thought it funny. Because of the blizzard that hit us at the beginning of the month, I had left my car at work.
Not a problem, right?
No, not really. The bus can get me most of the way to work, Granted it is a little slow, it does the job. So I took the DTA to work. (Duluth Transit Authority) The DTA was running a little slow as the road conditions weren't good yet, the driver was feeling stressed and trying to rush the best he can and didn't really have patience for things that were slowing him down. He managed to get back into the time schedule by the time we hit the mall area. The second to last stop at Super One, I noticed that I was the last passenger. The driver looks at me and then the empty bus and tells me that he needs to step off for a minute. I'm like "whatever" I didn't really care, I was already an hour late taking the earliest bus (I called work and let them know my dilemma, they are pretty good about such issues if there's good reasons for it.) I was thought he needed a washroom break or something. I sat there watching time go by; four, five, six and then seven minutes rolls by. Mr. Driver finally came out of Super One with a purchase. Leave it to my life that the bus driver needs to get his lunch or groceries the second time I ever used the DTA and I was already late. Good news, I wasn't really any later to work than I had already expected and my car had no traces of snow on it when I got there. : )
Good.
I had enough of snow by that point in the week.
: )
First off the good news. My good friend Abbey and her husband found out they will be getting a little brother for their son. Abbey and myself played bunko with some of the girls back home this weekend and another high school friend announced that they will be expecting a third child into their family. Wow. Time flies and now I feel old. I didn't feel that old....
Bad news. My landlord got robbed this week by his roommate/tenant. I hope that they can catch him, my landlord isn't too hopeful. I'm surprised that this happened, our landlords run background checks on the tenants that they rent to. Hopefully the culprit gave enough real information for that so they can recover the property.
Why do people have to be so awful to fellow human beings?
I hope that there will be a time that we all can be a bit kinder to each other.
Last thing, not good or bad, I just thought it funny. Because of the blizzard that hit us at the beginning of the month, I had left my car at work.
Not a problem, right?
No, not really. The bus can get me most of the way to work, Granted it is a little slow, it does the job. So I took the DTA to work. (Duluth Transit Authority) The DTA was running a little slow as the road conditions weren't good yet, the driver was feeling stressed and trying to rush the best he can and didn't really have patience for things that were slowing him down. He managed to get back into the time schedule by the time we hit the mall area. The second to last stop at Super One, I noticed that I was the last passenger. The driver looks at me and then the empty bus and tells me that he needs to step off for a minute. I'm like "whatever" I didn't really care, I was already an hour late taking the earliest bus (I called work and let them know my dilemma, they are pretty good about such issues if there's good reasons for it.) I was thought he needed a washroom break or something. I sat there watching time go by; four, five, six and then seven minutes rolls by. Mr. Driver finally came out of Super One with a purchase. Leave it to my life that the bus driver needs to get his lunch or groceries the second time I ever used the DTA and I was already late. Good news, I wasn't really any later to work than I had already expected and my car had no traces of snow on it when I got there. : )
Good.
I had enough of snow by that point in the week.
: )
Tuesday, March 6, 2007
Going Thru Withdrawl
Tonight I was very excited to watch "House M.D." after American Idol. I was very sad to learn that my show won't be on again until March 27th. Pity, I really am starting to enjoy the show. Starting? Who am I kidding. I was hooked after the first episode I saw, about a month and a half ago. It's just as well I suppose that they aren't having it on every week during lent. It will help me give up something a little extra.
Hugh Laurie's character's amazing. I discussed with my roommate that I need a man like him to excite my life. Just enough of a pain-in-the-butt to agitate me to my satisfaction. A little tension and irritation is good for a relationship, it helps the two parties to grow (and hopefully in my case, we can help make saints out of each other). If two people get along PERFECTLY all the time, life gets boring.
Yep, I need a man who can be a pain in my butt.
Earlier today:
My roommate and I picked up her cat from the vet.
Poor thing came back a broken man; more correctly, sterile with sore forepaws.
Hopefully he heals up fast.
Poor peanut, its no fun seeing him being so sore.
Hugh Laurie's character's amazing. I discussed with my roommate that I need a man like him to excite my life. Just enough of a pain-in-the-butt to agitate me to my satisfaction. A little tension and irritation is good for a relationship, it helps the two parties to grow (and hopefully in my case, we can help make saints out of each other). If two people get along PERFECTLY all the time, life gets boring.
Yep, I need a man who can be a pain in my butt.
Earlier today:
My roommate and I picked up her cat from the vet.
Poor thing came back a broken man; more correctly, sterile with sore forepaws.
Hopefully he heals up fast.
Poor peanut, its no fun seeing him being so sore.
Monday, March 5, 2007
The Quest for the Perfect Peanut Butter
Indeed, I had a quest for the perfect peanut butter shortly after I had discovered that the Maranatha brand that I had been using changed the formula of the product. Sure the peanut butter is organic, but I was mortified to see organic palm oil on the label. Most peanut butters with added trans fat sources have them to keep the peanut butter homogenized, so the oil doesn't separate to the top like on most "natural" butters. (Palm, other tropical oils, shortening and hydrogenated or partially hydrogenated oils all are sources of trans fats which are bad for cardiovascular health. A product with only trace amounts are permitted to advertize as having zero grams of trans fats.)
My sister has taught me to be a label reader. At first I thought she was just overzealous, but her preaching has finally made it into my everyday practice. Cardio problems run in the family tree, I always tease that we don't have cancer in our family, we never make it long enough to get it. I figured since I'm turning to a healthier lifestyle, I might has well do it all. "The experts" suggest doing small steps at a time, but sometimes, for certain people, like me, drastic changes are what stick. Break all the old habits at once, trading them all in for better ones.
Eventually, I did find my peanut butter. It is even made in Coon Rapids, Minnesota, good source of fiber too, 1 gram more than most. When females in my age bracket are supposed to consume 25 grams, every extra one counts. (Males in this age group are supposed to get 38, for anyone who wants to know)
Another item from the kitchen, I tried shiitake mushrooms for the first time today. I'm not all that impressed. I'll stick to portabellas and the common whites. Portabellas are quite good, but whites are a little more budget friendly. (Though I find Sam's Club, where I work, we have portabellas for a good price, and like all our produce, are very good quality.)
Mushrooms are a superfood that grew on me. I purchased a large pack from work to ensure myself a chance to learn to enjoy them. I never minded them on pizza, in Italian cooking, or from a can, but I was never crazy about sauteed ones. Now I have been enjoying the low calorie, (watch the amount of butter they get sauteed in!!) high-in-antioxidant-food almost daily with asparagus when I have my mock-omelet in the morning.
Last Item of business,
the best for last.
I was talking to a friend of mine a few nights ago on IM when I was sending out some emails. I found out some amazing news:
A girl who was going with us to LSC who was talking about getting an abortion after finding out she was pregnant, had and kept her baby : )
When I got wind of her wanting to end her baby's life, I had some words with her. My roommates and I were even willing to make a deal with her. She wasn't very open minded about hearing me out so in desperation and in tough love, I laid out my ending statements to plead with her heart and brain as this: Her baby's heart was beating 18 days from conception.
When that didn't phase her, my final words to her to get her to understand how real of a person her baby was were: Her baby has brain waves at 40 days.
I was sure she proceeded with her abortion on how she blocked me out and then skipped several days of school and eventually dropped out. She shut out a lot of people except school stuff before the very end.
I found out she also has a myspace, which she has a blog about the birth of her baby and how much she loves him. I have decided not to contact her after the terms we left off on, but it enough for me to know that she changed her heart and chose life. This is a HUGE faith lifter. She and her little boy certainly still need prayers; the father is out of the picture now and she leads a little bit of an alternative lifestyle. She does have a good family network though.
God is so good, He has power to change the hearts of men (women too ; ) )
Even if she isn't Christian, at least He could manage to touch her soul enough to let life!!
My sister has taught me to be a label reader. At first I thought she was just overzealous, but her preaching has finally made it into my everyday practice. Cardio problems run in the family tree, I always tease that we don't have cancer in our family, we never make it long enough to get it. I figured since I'm turning to a healthier lifestyle, I might has well do it all. "The experts" suggest doing small steps at a time, but sometimes, for certain people, like me, drastic changes are what stick. Break all the old habits at once, trading them all in for better ones.
Eventually, I did find my peanut butter. It is even made in Coon Rapids, Minnesota, good source of fiber too, 1 gram more than most. When females in my age bracket are supposed to consume 25 grams, every extra one counts. (Males in this age group are supposed to get 38, for anyone who wants to know)
Another item from the kitchen, I tried shiitake mushrooms for the first time today. I'm not all that impressed. I'll stick to portabellas and the common whites. Portabellas are quite good, but whites are a little more budget friendly. (Though I find Sam's Club, where I work, we have portabellas for a good price, and like all our produce, are very good quality.)
Mushrooms are a superfood that grew on me. I purchased a large pack from work to ensure myself a chance to learn to enjoy them. I never minded them on pizza, in Italian cooking, or from a can, but I was never crazy about sauteed ones. Now I have been enjoying the low calorie, (watch the amount of butter they get sauteed in!!) high-in-antioxidant-food almost daily with asparagus when I have my mock-omelet in the morning.
Last Item of business,
the best for last.
I was talking to a friend of mine a few nights ago on IM when I was sending out some emails. I found out some amazing news:
A girl who was going with us to LSC who was talking about getting an abortion after finding out she was pregnant, had and kept her baby : )
When I got wind of her wanting to end her baby's life, I had some words with her. My roommates and I were even willing to make a deal with her. She wasn't very open minded about hearing me out so in desperation and in tough love, I laid out my ending statements to plead with her heart and brain as this: Her baby's heart was beating 18 days from conception.
When that didn't phase her, my final words to her to get her to understand how real of a person her baby was were: Her baby has brain waves at 40 days.
I was sure she proceeded with her abortion on how she blocked me out and then skipped several days of school and eventually dropped out. She shut out a lot of people except school stuff before the very end.
I found out she also has a myspace, which she has a blog about the birth of her baby and how much she loves him. I have decided not to contact her after the terms we left off on, but it enough for me to know that she changed her heart and chose life. This is a HUGE faith lifter. She and her little boy certainly still need prayers; the father is out of the picture now and she leads a little bit of an alternative lifestyle. She does have a good family network though.
God is so good, He has power to change the hearts of men (women too ; ) )
Even if she isn't Christian, at least He could manage to touch her soul enough to let life!!
Friday, March 2, 2007
In like a Lion, I hope it leaves like a Lamb.
March came in with a blast. A blast of cold air and even more snow. Today I sit at home as I have no means to get to work. I left my car there last night, I knew I would simply never make it through all the drifts. I got a ride home with my co-workers wife. Praise God we all made it home okay. Our street isn't expected to get plowed until Sunday. Oh joy.
Where's this Global Warming that "they" speak of? I wouldn't mind a little bit just to get the roads clean and safe.
I was going to go to work today with the DTA bus system if it were going to be up and running today, but its not. Oh well. I hope that my car isn't too buried underneath the snow at work, so that the plows don't smash it when they clear the lot. My friend Lindsay left her car near mine, so we should be okay. I really am surprised that they kept work open today. I suppose, if I had four wheel drive, I might have made it home last night unaided, and got there again today.
My car is heavy and is just getting older and rides lower than it used to. It seems that anything over five inches makes it sink in really nice to get stuck. I never, ever got stuck until this last year, and I got stuck SEVERAL times this week alone. I hope that things get a chance to clear up, so I can get to work again soon and make it to church on Sunday. Yay. I don't even really know where to park my car when I do get it from work, because trying to get it out the next day is usually when I have problems with the getting-stuck-thing.
Hopefully I can use a few of my personal hours saved up to make up for this lost day. I've heard that we should be able to. Hopefully they still will allow.
For a parting thought, I "stole" one of my facebook friend's notes to post along with this entry because I really liked it and would tend to agree with it.
The following was written by Ben Stein and recited by him on CBS Sunday Morning Commentary...
Here with a few confessions from my beating heart: I have no freaking clue who Nick and Jessica are. I see them on the cover of People and Us constantly when I am buying my dog biscuits and kitty litter. I often ask the checkers at the grocery stores. They never know who Nick and Jessica are either. Who are they? Will it change my life if I know who they are and why they have broken up? Why are they so important?
I don't know who Lindsay Lohan is either, and I do not care at all about Tom Cruise's wife. Am I going to be called before a Senate committee and asked if I am a subversive? Maybe, but I just have no clue who Nick and Jessica are. If this is what it means to be no longer young, it's not so bad.
Next confession: I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish. And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful, lit up, bejeweled trees.. "Christmas trees." I don't feel threatened. I don't feel discriminated against. That's what they are: Christmas trees. It doesn't bother me a bit when people say, "Merry Christmas," to me. I don't think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto. In fact, I kind of like it. It shows that we are all brothers and sisters celebrating this happy time of year. It doesn't bother me at all that there is a manger scene on display at a key intersection near my beach house in Malibu. If people want a creche, it's just as fine with me as is the Menorah a few hundred yards away. I don't like getting pushed around for being a Jew, and I don't think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians. I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period. I have no idea where the concept came from that America is an explicitly atheist country. I can't find it in the Constitution, and I don't like it being shoved down my throat. Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from that we should worship Nick and Jessica and we aren't allowed to worship God as we understand Him? I guess that's a sign that I'm getting old, too. But there are a lot of us who are wondering where Nick and Jessica came from and where the America we knew went to. In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke; it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking.
Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson, regarding Hurricane Katrina, asked her, "How could God let something like this happen?" Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response. She said, "I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives. And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out. How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?"
In light of recent events... terrorist attacks, school shootings, etc.: I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found recently) complained she didn't' want prayer in our schools, and we said OK. Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school. The Bible says thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK. Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock's son committed suicide). We said an expert should know what he's talking about. And we said OK. Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves. Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with "WE REAP WHAT WE SOW."
Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.
Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says.
Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing.
Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.
Are you laughing?
Where's this Global Warming that "they" speak of? I wouldn't mind a little bit just to get the roads clean and safe.
I was going to go to work today with the DTA bus system if it were going to be up and running today, but its not. Oh well. I hope that my car isn't too buried underneath the snow at work, so that the plows don't smash it when they clear the lot. My friend Lindsay left her car near mine, so we should be okay. I really am surprised that they kept work open today. I suppose, if I had four wheel drive, I might have made it home last night unaided, and got there again today.
My car is heavy and is just getting older and rides lower than it used to. It seems that anything over five inches makes it sink in really nice to get stuck. I never, ever got stuck until this last year, and I got stuck SEVERAL times this week alone. I hope that things get a chance to clear up, so I can get to work again soon and make it to church on Sunday. Yay. I don't even really know where to park my car when I do get it from work, because trying to get it out the next day is usually when I have problems with the getting-stuck-thing.
Hopefully I can use a few of my personal hours saved up to make up for this lost day. I've heard that we should be able to. Hopefully they still will allow.
For a parting thought, I "stole" one of my facebook friend's notes to post along with this entry because I really liked it and would tend to agree with it.
The following was written by Ben Stein and recited by him on CBS Sunday Morning Commentary...
Here with a few confessions from my beating heart: I have no freaking clue who Nick and Jessica are. I see them on the cover of People and Us constantly when I am buying my dog biscuits and kitty litter. I often ask the checkers at the grocery stores. They never know who Nick and Jessica are either. Who are they? Will it change my life if I know who they are and why they have broken up? Why are they so important?
I don't know who Lindsay Lohan is either, and I do not care at all about Tom Cruise's wife. Am I going to be called before a Senate committee and asked if I am a subversive? Maybe, but I just have no clue who Nick and Jessica are. If this is what it means to be no longer young, it's not so bad.
Next confession: I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish. And it does not bother me even a little bit when people call those beautiful, lit up, bejeweled trees.. "Christmas trees." I don't feel threatened. I don't feel discriminated against. That's what they are: Christmas trees. It doesn't bother me a bit when people say, "Merry Christmas," to me. I don't think they are slighting me or getting ready to put me in a ghetto. In fact, I kind of like it. It shows that we are all brothers and sisters celebrating this happy time of year. It doesn't bother me at all that there is a manger scene on display at a key intersection near my beach house in Malibu. If people want a creche, it's just as fine with me as is the Menorah a few hundred yards away. I don't like getting pushed around for being a Jew, and I don't think Christians like getting pushed around for being Christians. I think people who believe in God are sick and tired of getting pushed around, period. I have no idea where the concept came from that America is an explicitly atheist country. I can't find it in the Constitution, and I don't like it being shoved down my throat. Or maybe I can put it another way: where did the idea come from that we should worship Nick and Jessica and we aren't allowed to worship God as we understand Him? I guess that's a sign that I'm getting old, too. But there are a lot of us who are wondering where Nick and Jessica came from and where the America we knew went to. In light of the many jokes we send to one another for a laugh, this is a little different: This is not intended to be a joke; it's not funny, it's intended to get you thinking.
Billy Graham's daughter was interviewed on the Early Show and Jane Clayson, regarding Hurricane Katrina, asked her, "How could God let something like this happen?" Anne Graham gave an extremely profound and insightful response. She said, "I believe God is deeply saddened by this, just as we are, but for years we've been telling God to get out of our schools, to get out of our government and to get out of our lives. And being the gentleman He is, I believe He has calmly backed out. How can we expect God to give us His blessing and His protection if we demand He leave us alone?"
In light of recent events... terrorist attacks, school shootings, etc.: I think it started when Madeleine Murray O'Hare (she was murdered, her body found recently) complained she didn't' want prayer in our schools, and we said OK. Then someone said you better not read the Bible in school. The Bible says thou shalt not kill, thou shalt not steal, and love your neighbor as yourself. And we said OK. Then Dr. Benjamin Spock said we shouldn't spank our children when they misbehave because their little personalities would be warped and we might damage their self-esteem (Dr. Spock's son committed suicide). We said an expert should know what he's talking about. And we said OK. Now we're asking ourselves why our children have no conscience, why they don't know right from wrong, and why it doesn't bother them to kill strangers, their classmates, and themselves. Probably, if we think about it long and hard enough, we can figure it out. I think it has a great deal to do with "WE REAP WHAT WE SOW."
Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world's going to hell.
Funny how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible says.
Funny how you can send 'jokes' through e-mail and they spread like wildfire but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people think twice about sharing.
Funny how lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene articles pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion of God is suppressed in the school and workplace.
Are you laughing?
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