A Peck of Gold

Haphazard Thought on a Sunday Afternoon

I wish I had a personal motto. Christin told me hers a while back. "Think pink, but dress black." I love that.

Putting the Blog to Work

Here is an interesting blog called Begging to Differ. It's a multi-moderated blog with two authors who are liberal and two who are conservative. They discuss politics, culture, and law. Though I've not spent a lot of time there, it looks like an interesting read. One of the articles was about an English professor at Georgia Tech who is requiring his students to participate in a class blog, with each person doing writing assignments on an individual blog (student links are listed on the main blog). This looks to have real potential as a teaching tool- I think it's a terrific idea! I'll definately be taking a closer look at these two blogs, and thought you guys might want to also.

An Absurdity Pointed Out

I love this article by new blogger, Kathryn over at Infinite Improbability. It's about Abercrombie & Fitch and American Eagle duking it out over the rights to the number "22". Priceless.

Incoming Messages

An indication that you are part of a couple is the "ready to go look". I am usually the one sending it, and Patrick is the one who is trying to artfully dodge it. So I send it harder. And he looks innocently into his glass. But I've learned. I've adapted. Now I have props to help me out. I hand him the baby. And the bag. And I send Wrenn to him when she says she needs to potty. And I wait. Pretty soon, I'm the one getting the look. Works every time!

Is There A Bunny In There?

Awww... wook at the fwuffy bunnies. (via the Presurfer)

Gimme That Old School Rap

Yo! I like rap. Yeah, that's right, Mom. Your baby girl likes to throw down, Old School style. Not this new crapola. I dig those creative pioneers of lyrical genius: LLCoolJ, DJ Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince, RunDMC, Sir-Mix-A-Lot, The Fat Boys, Kid N' Play, Flavor Flav, etc. They had a good time with their music - but they worked for it. Rap these days BITES, and the kids don't even know it. What a shame. Talent and inventiveness have been replaced with non-stop cursing and talking nasty. (not to say that was not occasionally present in Old School rap, but it wasn't nearly as common.)

Here's a prime example. A kid in Oakland had an assignment to translate a rap song from Ebonics to standard English. It really gives you a chance to grasp the current state of rap, and as bad as it is, it's also a little funny in the English version. Anyway... the artist is The Notorious B.I.G. (oh yes, the very one- the inspiration for every single song put out by Puff Daddy since Biggie's not-so-surprising demise). The song is "One More Chance" on the "Ready to Die" album. You read the results. (Will be offensive to some, it is current rap, after all. Mom, don't read this. Seriously, you'll just upset yourself.)

MOTHER!!! Well, I warned you.

Lyrics:

First things first, I poppa, freaks all the honeys
Dummies - playboy bunnies, those wantin' money
Those the ones I like 'cause they don't get nathan'
But penetration, unless it smells like sanitation
Garbage, I turn like doorknobs
Heart throb, never, black and ugly as ever
However, I stay coochied down to the socks
Rings and watch filled with rocks

Translation:

As a general rule, I perform deviant sexual acts with women of all kinds, including but not limited to those with limited intellect, nude magazine models, and prostitutes. I particularly enjoy sexual encounters with the latter group as they are generally disappointed in the fact that they only receive penile intercourse and nothing more, unless of course, they douche on a consistent basis. Although I am extremely unattractive, I am able to engage in these types of sexual acts with some regularity. Perhaps my sexuality is somehow related to my fancy and expensive jewellery.

Lyrics:

And my jam knock in the Mitsubishi
Girls pee pee when they see me, Nava-hoes creep me in they tee pee
As I lay down laws like I lay carpet
Stop it - if you think your gonna make a profit
Translation:

I enjoy playing my music loudly on my car stereo. Apparently, women enjoy this also because they become sexually aroused when they see me driving. Oddly enough, when I visit the Native American reservations, some of the more sexually promiscuous Indian women attempt to seduce me in their homes. Their intent is to divest me of my earnings. Such actions are unacceptable.

Lyrics:

Don't see my ones, don't see my guns - get it
Now tell ya friends Poppa hit it then split it
In two as I flow with the Junior Mafia
I don't know what the hell's stoppin' ya
I'm clockin' ya - Versace shades watchin' ya
Once ya grin, I'm in game, begin
Translation:

Understand this fact: you can have neither my money, nor my weapons. I suggest that you inform your peers that we engaged in violent sexual acts. Currently, I am rapping with my associates, the Junior Mafia. I'm having some difficulty understanding why you refuse to approach me. I am attempting to make eye contact with you through my expensive glasses, and as soon as you respond with a smile, I will approach you.

Lyrics:

First I talk about how I dress and this
And diamond necklaces - stretch Lexuses
The sex is just immaculate from the back I get
Deeper and deeper - help ya reach the
Climax that your man can't make
Call and tell him you'll be home real late
Let's sing the break
Translation:

I prefer to open the conversation with light banter about my wardrobe and jewellery, then I like to discuss my collection of expensive cars. This is more than enough to convince you to have sexual intercourse with me. I am able to insert my penis further into you when I enter you from behind. Furthermore, you will be able to reach orgasm. I understand this to be a problem with your current sexual partner. He needn't be concerned about your whereabouts. Please phone him and inform him that you won't be home for a while. By the way, please sing the chorus of the song for me also.

Lyrics:

She's sick of that song on how it's so long
Thought he worked his until I handled my biz
There I is - major pain like Damon Wayans
Low down dirty even like his brother Keenan
Schemin' - don't bring your girl 'round me
True player for real, ask Puff Daddy

Translation:

Your current love interest no longer wishes to hear your fabrications about the length of your member. After I had sexual intercourse with your woman, she became enlightened as to the proper way it is supposed to be performed; violently and immorally. It would be in your best interest to keep your woman away from me as my sexual prowess is very strong. If you are unconvinced, ask Puff Daddy.

Lyrics:

You - ringin' bells with bags from Chanel
Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel
Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell
She beeped me, meet me at twelve

Translation:

Despite the fact that you attempted to win her at her doorstep with bags full of expensive clothes and a car (the lower end model Mercedes Benz which you financed by signing over your current vehicle) containing an expensive stereo and a cellular phone, your woman has contacted me through my pager indicating that we should rendezvous at midnight.

Lyrics:

Where you at? Flippin' jobs, playin' car notes?
While I'm swimmin' in ya women like the breast stroke
Right stroke, left stroke what's the best stroke
Death stroke - tongue all down her throat
Nuthin' left to do but send her home to you
I'm through - can ya sing the song for me, boo?

Translation:

You, on the other hand, jump from job to job, barely able to maintain payments on the Mercedes Benz you purchased for your woman. Meanwhile, I continue to engage in sexual intercourse and commit lewd osculatory acts with your women. My only remaining option is to request that she leave my home and return to you because I have reached orgasm and no longer have a need for her presence.

Lyrics:

So, what's it gonna be? Him or me?
We can cruise the world with pearls
Gator boots for girls
The envy of all women, crushed linen
Cartier wrist-wear with diamonds in 'em
The finest women I love with a passion
Ya man's a wimp, I give that ass a good thrashin'

Translation:

The ultimate decision rests with you. Whom do you choose as your sexual partner. I can take you on cruises around the world. I will dress you in the finest jewellery and footwear. You will be envied by women world-wide in your fine clothes and jewellery. There is a special place in my heart for beautiful women. I will defeat your man in an altercation because he is effeminate.

Lyrics:

High fashion - flyin' into all states.
Sexin' me while your man masturbates.
Isn't this great? Your flight leaves at eight.
Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds.
Lyrically I'm supposed to represent.
I'm not only the client, I'm the player president
Translation:

You will be dressed in finest clothes on the runways of Paris. I will fly you to every state to shop for fine clothes and jewellery. You will enjoy sexual intercourse with me and your man will be forced to pleasure himself through manual stimulation. What a life! I'll return you to LaGuardia in time to catch your 8 o'clock flight. The timing is perfect because I have scheduled a date with a second woman who arrives at the same gate at 9 o'clock. I'll seduce her in the same way that I seduced you. I rap well and I am a positive reflection of my home town. Not only am I a sexually deviant, misogynistic, immoral, wealthy, male prostitute, but I also sit on the board of directors of the organisation that governs others of my kind.

(Translation found on this website)

My Lonely, Unused Passport

Inspired by James, here are the top ten places I'd like to visit.

1. Japan: because I'm fascinated by their culture and world view
2. Ireland: for the fairy rings, leprechans, and shepherd's pie.
3. Brazil: for the nudie beaches, of course
4. England: to see what all the hype is about and to shake my bum
5. New Zealand: because all the prettiest movies seem to be filmed there
6. The Alps: because the hills are alive (so I hear)
7. Greece: to get a tan and steal ancient artifacts
8. Scotland: because they called and asked me to come
9. Alaska: because you have to take a plane everywhere
10. Kenya: to go on safari and wear those to-die-for hats

Word to the Wise

To The Crazy Neighbor Upstairs (yes, of peanut butter fame):

4 a.m in the morning is not the appropriate time to rearrange your furniture. Chances are, you will scare the crap out of the 3 year old that lives directly below your room, and force her parents to spend an hour trying to get her back to bed. If you do it again, there is a strong possibility that I will throw peanut butter at your door.

Sincerely,
A very tired and grumpy mother

Theology 101

I am fortunate to have loved ones who challenge me on my religious beliefs on a regular basis. It causes me to examine and study the principles of my denomination. Being that I converted to Presbyterian from Baptist when Patrick and I got engaged, I had a lot to learn about what the term "Reformed" means. And to be honest, six years later, I'm still a babe when it comes to explaining it when I am challenged. I recognize that I've leaned on Patrick to do the explaining often - nothing wrong with depending on him, but I need to be able to articulate for myself WHY I believe what I do. So, in an effort to explore that, once a week (maybe more, we'll see) I'm going to try to muddle through some language and theology that I've avoided till now. I've steered clear of these things in the past because it's a bit intimidating. You guys don't realize it - sometimes the language gets so high that a beginner can't see a point to jump in. I guess it's a matter of pride, too - that I don't want to admit that sometimes I just don't know what you're talking about. So, for those of you who may feel the same way I do, or are just interested in observing the journey, or who are curious about what "Reformed" means, too, please join me. Help me. Be patient when I use this blog as my sounding board... my outline. Understand that I know I'm not always right.

So, that's my preamble. Now I'll start with the word "apologetics" - mostly because it's one of those words I've never been sure about, and also because it's very relevent to why I am motivated to educate myself. It's a lovely word. It sounds humble. What the heck does it mean? I found this article, by Dr. Greg Bahnsen- whom I do not know (anybody know him?) that defines it pretty well, I think.

Taken from The Biblical Worldview (VII:1; Jan., 1991) (Available in the book: Always Ready PA600)
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The Heart Of The Matter (Chapter 1)
By Dr. Greg Bahnsen

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Christians are often called "believers," while non-Christians are termed "unbelievers." Scripture itself speaks this way: we read that "believers were the more added to the Lord" (Acts 5:14), and that they should not be "unequally yoked together with unbelievers" (2 Cor. 6:14). There are obviously two classes of people distinguished by whether they believe or not. It can rightly be said that what separates Christians from non-Christians is the matter of faith.

Christians believe certain things which non-Christians do not. Christians believe the claims of Christ and the teachings of the Bible to be true, but non-Christians disbelieve them. Christians have faith in Christ and trust His promises; non-Christians do not believe in Him and doubt His word. It is quite natural, then, that the gospel can be called "the word of faith" (Rom. 10:8). Becoming a Christian entails that you "believe in your heart that God raised Him [Christ] from the dead" (v. 9); likewise, "he who comes to God must believe that He is, and that He is the rewarder of them who diligently seek Him" (Heb. 11:6). Examples could be multiplied. What sets Christians off from non-Christians is the matter of belief or faith.

However, the difference between them is more than that in an important sense, and we need to understand this if we are going to do a faithful job in defending the faith. The Christian claims to "believe" the teachings of Scripture or to have "faith" in the person of Christ[1] because the element of trust is so prominent in our relationship with the Savior. But the Christian actually claims more than simply to believe Christ's claims to be true. The Christian also affirms that he or she "knows" those claims to be true. What is involved in saving faith is more than hope (although that is present) and more than a commitment of will (although that too is present). Job confidently asserted, "I know my Redeemer lives" (Job 19:25). John indicated that he wrote his first epistle so that those "who believe on the name of the Son of God" "may know that you have eternal life" (1 John 5:13). Paul declared that God "has furnished proof" that Jesus will judge the world (Acts 17:31). Jesus promised His disciples that they would "know the truth, and the truth shall set you free" (John 8:32).

In what way does knowledge go beyond belief? Knowledge includes having justification or good reason to support whatever it is you believe. Imagine that I believe there are thirty-seven square miles in a particular city, and imagine also that it just so happens that this claim is accurate - but imagine as well that I simply got this answer by guessing (rather than doing measurements, mathematics or checking an almanac, etc.). I believed something which happened to be true, but we would not say that I had "knowledge" in this case because I had no justification for what I believed. When we claim to know that something is true, we are thereby claiming to have adequate evidence, proof or good reason for it.

The difference between the Christian and the non-Christian is not simply that one believes the Bible and the other does not. People's beliefs can be frivolous, random, or silly. The Christian also claims that there is justification for believing what the Bible says. The non-Christian says, to the contrary, that there is no justification (or adequate justification) for believing the Bible's claims - or, in stronger cases, says that there is justification for disbelieving the Bible's claims. Apologetics amounts to an inquiry into and debate over who is correct on this matter. It involves giving reasons, offering refutations, and answering objections.

End of Chapter-- So now, there's the definition of apologetics. A good place to start, I think. One question down, only a bazillion more to go.

Froggie's Come A' Courtin

::No, I don't know who Froggie is, or who's he's come a courtin. It's just something Nanny likes to say. Often. To no one in particular.::

The first time I heard of the idea of courting was back in highschool, when a friend of mine shared that she and her parents had come to the decision that courting was the way to go. They had been homeschooling via Bill Gothard, which is an entirely different post, but that is one of the principles of his Ministry, I think. Anyway, from her explanation to me - a guy basically had to approach her father, with the expectation that this courtship would/could/should lead to a marriage. So, it wasn't casual dating. The guy had to know for sure that he intended to marry her, despite not having dated her. I don't know what she could actually do- I don't think she would've been allowed to spend time alone with him, though. I gathered it was more of a family activity thing. Anyway, she never actually courted anyone, though she was interested in a few guys through the years, there was no actual courtship to speak of. So, I never saw the "courtship phenomena" in action. When Josh announced his official courting of Lacy (congrats by the way), it reminded me that I really don't know why it's different than just dating with permission.

I would be interested to know the specifics of courting versus dating- the actual application of it. Has anyone done this? Does it replace the dating phase? Or is it just a pre-official-engagement phase? In what ways is courting better than dating, and how practical and effective is it? Please enlighten me if you thoughts on the subject.

A Totally Useful Quiz

Yeah, that's what I figured.

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Smarter Than Me?

Does anyone know how to make it so that links on my page are opened in a new box? What I want is to be able to click a link, then close that link when I'm done, and my main page is still open.

I've Got the Blues

Sunday night is a lonely time in Blogland.

Make the World a Cuter Place

I think we should call them "speckles" instead of "freckles". It's cuter.

Slightly Dead

Somebody, when I die, please be sure I'm really dead. Okay? That's all I ask. Just pay attention.

To Louisiana, With Love

Well, last night, we finally found it.

The heart of Baton Rouge. It's downtown, on the corner of Florida St., down by the River, and it's called Poor Boy Lloyd's. Believe it or not, we just followed our noses. We were walking, just the two of us, talking about old buildings and the revitalization of downtown, when we smelled it. We looked at each other and said, oh my gosh, where is that coming from? I don't know what it is, but I will definately eat it. We could hear the faint sounds of zydeco, and the smell got stronger and more delicious with each step we took. Finally, it came into view- tables out on the sidewalk, people casually lounging and laughing and eating. Patrick's eyes lit up - this was vintage Patrick, all the way. We made our way through the front door, as directed by a little hand made sign, and a friendly face greeted us.

"Y'all want to eat inside or outside?" No question, we wanted outside. "Okay, just grab a table before someone else steals it up!" We found the perfect one, situated with a great view of the River, that Mighty Mississip, and peered over laminated menus with enthusiasm. Mm... what to get? Anything fried would be good - you could just tell this was the place for fish or shrimp. While we sat thinking about what would tempt the palate, the waitress went over the night's specials. Fried catfish with a creamy crawfish sauce... my mouth watered at the thought... etouffee with fried shrimp... Patrick's jaw dropped. Yup, we'll take those, please.

While we waited, we soaked up the moment. The breeze was cool and pleasant coming off the river. The lights from barges twinkled on the water, and the night was balmy and lazy. The families next to us were laughing, heads bobbing to cheerful Cajun music. An ancient, smiling man in an apron, leaning on a broom, was chatting with a couple; he seemed to know them like old friends. A little girl bounced on her granddad's knee and happy waitresses popped in and out checking on customers. Our food came out fast, but not in a hurried kind of way... just well timed. It was everything we knew it would be. As we ate, the music for the LSU Tigers came on, and the folks around us whooped in pride and camaraderie. A hand patted me on the back, and said, "How is it, ma'am? You enjoying everything?" The cook was out for fresh air and making sure his people were well fed... a handshake for Patrick, and we knew this was a man who enjoyed what he did. We heaped praises on the food and continued to stuff our selves till we were both about to pop. We leaned back in our seats and watched the night wind down. The little girl yawned up at her granddad, and people began saying their good-byes, and "see you next week".

The meal was over, the moment drawing to an end... We settled our bill, and headed back out into the night, walking by the river, contemplating. Past the old buildings, past the Capitol, past the renovations, back to our car. Patrick opened the door for me, and as I climbed in, I carefully tucked the memory of the night into my mind. Now I understand Baton Rouge. Finally. Now I get it. Underneath all the cosmetic commercialism, there's a genuine heart, a cheerful one.

You just have to know where to look.

The F5 Gets Nosy

1. When was the last time you laughed? This morning!

2. Who was the last person you had an argument with? Patrick, the poor fella. That doesn't happen often though.

3. Who was the last person you emailed? Van, to make plans for this weekend. (how cool a name is that?)

4. When was the last time you bathed? This morning, thank you very much.

5. What was the last thing you ate? Corn Chex... yummy.

Shamelessly Stripping

I love a good headline. See Patrick strip some more. (That joke just never gets old!!) ::Click here to go to his main page::

Christian Catchphrases

I frequently find myself bothered by the fringes of Christianity, the radicals, the extremes, the fanatics. In a way, I admire their commitment and confidence, yet I am still repulsed by the imbalance that often dictates their actions and words. A very mild form of this is the inability to discuss anything aside from Jesus. Before I go into this any further, let me say that I think the discussion of scripture and our faith is extremely important. I think the fellowship of Christians extends beyond the church doors and that our daily conversations should often turn to Christ and the Bible. That's my disclaimer. I realize the margin for misinterpretation is large with this subject, so I hope I am clear enough.

My problem is when someone thinks that EVERY conversation must be about God. I am pro-God, please don't get me wrong. I appreciate and enjoy theological debates and discussions. That's really not what I am referring to. I am talking about those simple, every day conversations that are brought to an abrupt standstill by a "Chicken Soup for the Soul" comment. God gave us minds to think, and lives to live. He gave us more than a million words to form thoughts and ideas with. To limit ourselves to a single theme over and over seems a waste of the abundant blessing He has given us! I'm not advising you to get "worldy" or immerse yourself in the secular. I think that as Christians, we approach life with a perspective that is tuned with our faith and our tenents. But, that does not have to be vocalized at every opportunity. Before you get in a huff over that, I'm not saying to hide your faith, ashamed and pathetic. I'm saying, be able to carry on a conversation without that security blanket of Jesus catchphrases. Don't hide behind vague "churchy" language to avoid living in the here and now. It's not a sin if every third word doesn't come directly from a Bible verse.

This is what I mean about "imbalance". Focusing entirely on the spiritual aspect of living and avoiding the physical is an imbalance, as it is vice versa. If the conversation is about art, let it be about art! If it's about cars, wines, books, movies, politics, whatever - let your responses be appropriate to the subject matter. Of course, every subject in the life of a Christian is relative to Christ, and certainly we want the freedom to discuss and explore that. But my point is, that there is often more to the subject and we have the freedom to discuss that as well. If your standard response to every thing is "I love Jesus", I think you're missing some of the depth of this earthly life. Yes, you love Jesus. I do, too. But that's not what we were really talking about...

I welcome your thoughts on the matter. I hope I was clear and not offensive to anyone, but feel free to respond if I was.

Two Scamps

Kids. They are so funny sometimes. Yesterday, we stopped in at Petsway just to look at the animals (which was extremely exciting for a 3 year old). Wrenn has determined that she'd like a kitten, or a doggie, but it has to be "pink". Last night, I was giving the kids a bath and squeeking a bath toy at them. This caused Wrenn to FALL out laughing, which set Eli off as well. I'd squeek it, and they would both burst into dual fits of giggles and howls... little rascals. This morning, the kids woke up with sniffles and coughs and Wrenn informed me that they had "beavers". (Fevers).

Sigh. Wish I could freeze the moments.

Join the Josiah Bandwagon

A show of hands please: How many of us now have the phrase, "I'd like to thank Josiah for...." somewhere on our website?

Confession of Grown Woman

As a general rule, I do not enjoy horror movies. Wellll.... that's putting it mildly. I'm a big, fat chicken when it comes to scary movies. I remember hiding under a coffee table when the Thriller video came on. Now, I don't mind suspenseful, dangerous movies -- action movies with an edge are okay. But those creepy, supernatural, diabolical movies - I'm so out of there. I start looking for excuses to get up... something to drink, a bathroom break, is that the baby I hear? Anything. One thing that truly gets under my skin is a slow motion scene with a child singing a nursery rhyme, or a music box playing... or an empty, creaking merry-go-round ... You definately won't see me till that scene is over, if you see me at all. I will conveniently occupy myself with an important load of laundry or phone call. I'm such a sissy. And not very subtle, I know.

But, lots of people don't like those movies, right? (RIGHT??) So that's not really my confession. My confession is that this heebyjeebyness affects my physical ability to do certain things. I still won't say "Bloody Mary" to a mirror three times. I really can't make myself do it! I know that's childish, but I just can't force myself. Amy knows that I can't stand for anyone to wag their finger at me and say "Red-Rum" either. (she's so mean about that) And that tape from "The Ring"? No way would I ever watch it. Nope. Not gonna do it.

Okay, well that's it. I'm grown, and I'm a scaredycat.

She's A Flight Risk

This is by far the most fascinating blog I've ever read. I found it as a tiny little link on a forgotten and unnoticed webpage, though a quick search revealed it's not totally unknown. It reads like a work of fiction, yet has a poignant realistic appeal that I was helpless against. I spent the better part of two hours reading about Isa's life on the run. Start at the very beginning, in the March archives and be prepared to settle in for a while to read her compelling story. The comments (they start somewhere around May, I think) are interesting too, and crucial to the development of the story, and the dilemma. You decide for yourself what you think. Keep in mind that sometimes fact is stranger than fiction.

Love in a Glass

I am thinking about starting a match-making service, based on tea preferences. I believe that if you are compatible on this issue, everything else probably falls into place, don't you think? I will hook you up with someone special who shares your love of Sweetened iced tea in a glass, not a cup. If you like a sprig of mint occasionally, that's no problem. I'll find them. Lemon? That's easy. Cold brewed, not boiled? A little tricky, but I'll not give up. Hot tea? That's weird, but I won't turn you away. I want everyone to find love... and I think this could work. I might call it "Meet your Sweet with Tea" or "Meet your Sweet-Tea"...

The Doctor is in!

Paging Dr. Trisler... your mother is on line one. She says it's time for your nap.

A burger and fries, hold the attitude.

I want a loaded grilled burger, for about a buck. No, don't tell me where the meat comes from, as long as it costs me 99 cents. And throw some fries in, for say, half a buck. And I want a prize. And not some crappy Nemo toy - I want a little handheld gameboy. Cut corners where you must, but I want this entire meal for about $2.

So, I guess we can't be too picky about the lovely service we get along with this meal, can we? Well, I wouldn't be blogging if I couldn't complain, so here goes. Manners are free, man! Being polite doesn't cost you any more or less. I am absolutely astounded at how rude some people are comfortable being. It floors me! I usually give people the benefit of the doubt, yeah, maybe they had a bad day, or they're sick, blah blah blah. But come on, it happens just a little too much at fast food places. I just love walking up to the counter, and waiting... waiting... while the clerk, who is not even trying to hide the fact that she's ignoring me, slowly meanders up to the counter and just looks at me.

No "hello". No "may I take your order?". I just get that look. You know the one. Go on, I just dare you to be insulted by my behavior.

Yes, I know I'm inconveniencing your busy day of sitting on your butt and yacking with the cooks in the back. I know it's irritatingly picky of me not to want onions on my burger. And excuse me for not having exact change and forcing you to hand me money back. I know it's rude of me to expect you to do the job you're being paid for, let alone do it pleasantly or at least just not with hostility. Some nerve, huh?

I guess the best I can hope for is that they aren't peeing in my coke back there. Shameful, what we'll endure to have a meal for 2 bucks. Well, there is the prize too, but still...

No Place Like Home

Sitting atop mounds of laundry and scattered doodads from our trip, I'm home. Aah... it feels great. I love a visit to see my folks, but there is nothing like coming home, even if it's to a nationally declared disaster area.

I will be posting later today (I'm about to BURST with stuff to blog about), so don't fear. I just wanted to announce, in a loud and boisterous voice, "I'm BACK!" Did ya miss me?

The Way to Blindness

::As promised, here are words from the Visionary Philosopher! Thanks to Joey for contributing while I've been sitting on my lazy rear::

I have a friend whom I know from college who, last year, “came out” to me: he let me know he was gay. When my friend, Sam, broke this news to me, he was scared to death that I, as a Christian, would reject him. I assured him that I still loved him and cared for him even though his lifestyle was one with which I disagreed. As a Christian, I really struggled with the proper response and attitude toward Sam. I always believed Sam to be a Christian, and I also always believed that homosexuality was a sin and was forbidden in the Bible.

I recall asking Sam how he reconciled his homosexuality with his Christianity, and what I got was a response about how the Bible has been misinterpreted on the subject. Sam professed his love for God and appeared to have no inner conflict between the flesh and the spirit. I found that remarkable--a Christian did not feel stretched between his flesh and his spirit. Here was a Christian who was perfectly comfortable, so it seemed, with indulging his flesh and at the same time speaking of the things of the Lord. My Bible tells me that we all, as Christians, experience the war between the flesh and the spirit: “There hath no temptation taken you but such as is common to man...” (1 Corinthians 10:13)

I don’t mean to suggest that all Christians struggle with homosexual lust, but we do all strive against this robe of flesh that is drawn to sin. Yet, for my homosexual friend and many others like him who profess Christ, there is no conflict. How could that be? How could my friend Sam be at peace with his flesh while I am at war with mine? I have a hard time not overeating. I have a hard time not staring at attractive women and thinking what I shouldn’t. I have a hard time being patient. There are many things, many sins, that I stumble over on a regular basis; but I recognize those shortcomings in my life and look to God, in His grace, to give me the strength to get up and keep running the race. “But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles they shall run, and not be weary; they shall walk, and not faint.” (Isaiah 40:11)

Could it be that my Christian friend has simply ignored some of what the Bible says? Could it be that he has adopted a “pick and choose” approach to the Bible? Certainly that happens among Christians; we take what we like in the Bible and reject the rest. Every word in the Bible is true, and it is overwhelming sometimes to accept that. Our flesh refuses to accept the Bible as complete and relevant, and it is easy to forget at times that “...(...in my flesh) dwelleth no good thing...” (Romans 7:18) I do not mean to appear as though I am excusing Sam for his sinful lifestyle. I do not mean to explain away his behavior because he is my friend.

As I stated earlier, I have struggled with the right approach and attitude towards Christians engaged in homosexuality. The Bible instructs us: “Brethren, if a man be overtaken in a fault, ye which are spiritual, restore such an one in the spirit of meekness; considering thyself, lest thou also be tempted.” (Galatians 6:1)

The last part of that verse is a sober reminder to us all. Any one of us, if we were to stray from the Word, could find ourselves bound to sin and blind to our bondage. “But he that lacketh these things is blind, and cannot see far off, and hath forgotten that he was purged from his old sins.” (2 Peter 1:9)

::Thanks again. Please feel free to post comments... Joey is standing by!::

Adieu, Sweet Blog

Just wanted to let those faithful readers out there (all three of you) know that I am on vacation this week. The kids and I are making mischief out here in Vicksburg, and later in Monroe for a break before school starts. I thought about blogging from here, but, I'm too distracted to post anything worthwhile, so you guys will just have to wait with eager anticipation. I'm sure I'll have lots to say after the week is over and I'll make it up to you with stories about my crazy family. Little do they know....

However, I have not abandoned you completely. I have arranged for a "guest blogger" to make an appearance later this week - the Visionary Philospher will give you something to chew on while I'm gone. See how much I care? I froze a blog, and all you have to do is thaw it out and make a glass of tea. I'll be back before you know it. Oh no... don't cry!!! Aw...

Have a great week, and I'll see some of you next weekend.

The F5:

Getting to know Shannon, one Friday at a time.

1. What's the last place you traveled to, outside your own home state/country? That would be Kentucky. Backhills.

2. What's the most bizarre/unusual thing that's ever happened to you while traveling? On this trip to Kentucky, we took Sock Monkey, and took pictures of him sightseeing. I know, that's just plumb pitiful... But, I also learned how to milk a cow and churn butter, so that was fun.

3. If you could take off to anywhere, money and time being no object, where would you go? Today, it would probably be Japan. Yesterday it was Scotland, but Japan today.

4. Do you prefer traveling by plane, train or car? Plane is fast, so I'll go with that.

5. What's the next place on your list to visit? I dunno... probably North Carolina to see my great-grandmother, who is 105! Unbelievable.

Amusing Ourselves

It's Friday, Kiddies! No tests or lectures today... lets just play a rousing game of Heads Up 7Up! What, no takers? Okay, straight to the links then.

First on the agenda, we have a Pictorial History of Michael Jackson... well, his face anyway! Thanks to Pfunk for the link. Oh, Jackie... when will you ever learn? Whoops, let me get that for you... it just slid right off, didn't it? There ya go, good as new.

See Spook. See Spook's Spine. OW, Spook, OW! :::cringe:::

Frighten Toad - (Be sure your sound is up!!) I spent an embarassing amount of time here... I just couldn't stop! Poor toad.

And finally, the Evil Clown Generator... it just doesn't get any better than that.

Whew. I'm done. I need a nap.

Ew. Just EW.

This disturbs me to no end.

From the catalog of Victorian Trading Papers, Co. See? Old can still be tacky.

Pondering the End... Piece, That Is.

:::Is there no detail of my life too minute or excrutiatingly trivial to be posted in my blog? No, I think not. Read on, faithful audience:::

The end piece of a loaf of bread... at our house, we all coveted this piece as children. Maybe because it was different, and in a house of four children, different was usually a good thing. (my sandwich is more special than yours... mom and dad love me more...) Maybe because we were greedy little things and the end piece was, well, the last piece. (I'm taller, I need more nutrition than you do...) It didn't matter if it was all folded over and crushed, and so thin that you could see through it. We fought over it. I don't know what the appeal was, but an arguement usually ensued over it. "It's MY turn!" "No, you had it last time!" "Mo-om..."

At that exact moment, 60 miles west of this arguement, in the Trisler household, little Patrick, Amy, and Tara were fussing about who had to eat the despised end piece. "Eww", they'd say, "YOU take it!" "No way - I had it last time!!" "Mo-om..."

Two families, similar in many ways, with two totally different perspectives on the end piece of bread... which I think they referred to as the "butt" of the the bread. We weren't allowed to say "butt"...

However, I guess it worked out in the "end".

I never have to fight for it now. My selfish dream of having it all to myself has finally come true... It's all MINE! MINE, I TELL YOU! AH HA HAHAHA!

I'd say, it was God's providential plan for me, to meet and fall in love with a man who wouldn't touch the end piece with a ten-foot pole.

You can be a pirate!

I forgot how much fun an empty paper towel roll can be when you're a kid...

Shaman Shannon

I've been on the subject of dreams lately... Not sure why that is, but I'll just go with it. I mentioned my favorite dreams (flying ones), now I'll mention the ones I like the least. Aside from really scary nightmares, the ones I dislike most are those that seem just like real life. You know... you get up, get dressed, and go to work and do what you do during the day... all night long. When you wake up, shoot, it's time to go do it again, all day long. That is a perfectly good waste of a dream, if you ask me.

Ya don't even get paid fer it, either.

A Note in the Ocean

The extended version of Today's Blog Quote was so great, I wanted to post the entire thing:

"Weblogs will be everywhere (as if they are not already) and so, to whoever reads this, this is the note I'm tossing in the ocean: Love your weblog enough to care about the people reading it, and I don't mean "how many people" - you are making connections to people with every post. Invest enough of yourself that you develop a voice that distinguishes you from others. If you see a link more than two other places, pass it by and find a new link to share elsewhere. Take risks and experiment - the more you learn, the easier this will be. Don't be afraid to make your site your online home, because that's what it is; it's not "just another weblog,", it's yours."

From Live in the Delirious Cool.

I couldn't have said it any better.

Potter Update

Okay, Muggles. I've been busy reading "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone" - I finally gave in and checked it out from the library. I felt a bit silly, seeing as it was in the Juvenile Section and the librarian gave me that little knowing smile.

My thoughts so far: Magic is awesome and Malfoy is a punk.

Aww... shucks, Einstein

Cats Who Blog

I dunno... this cat is a little too whiny for me. And I am stumped on how she can type with paws, but whatever. I did a quick search, and discovered there is a cat blogging phenomenon going on. And to my surprise, I spent an hour reading about cats that like to lick their bums, insult all humans, cuss, and play in cardboard boxes. The Line Up:

I miss my cat. This post goes out to you, Olive. Hope you're giving 'em hell wherever you are right now.

Kiss me or Curse me

:::I will apologize in advance for the length of this post. I found that I have a lot to say on this subject and had a hard time editing myself!:::

As a mother, I get so sick and tired of "parenting magazines". They are usually filled with liberal, Godless bull. If you take the behavioral advice written by the "professionals of the field", you are going to end up with a snot nosed brat. Sorry, but it's true.

They tell you NEVER lift a hand to your child. Instead, find ANY other alternative to so vulgarly and offensively injuring your child (both physically and psychologically). Offer compromises, choose your battles, distract your wayward child with other exciting activities. Let me expound on what that will do. It will compromise the integrity of your child. It will teach them that you only battle when you're sure you can win. And it distracts them from living a righteous and holy life.

I think we see evidence of this type of parenting every day. How many times do you cringe when you think of being around certain children? What child in your life do you just hate to see coming? Well, the blame for that is layed directly at the feet of their parents. Parents are responsible for the molding and shaping of a Godly child, and if you ignore the tools we were given and commanded to use, you fail your child miserably. It's harder, takes more love to train with the rod than all these wishy washy behavior modifications. I spank my children because I love them and want them to grow up obedient and loving the Lord. I'm tired of defending that.

Now, that said, let me say, if you TRAIN your child with loving diligence, you will not often have to DISCIPLINE them. Set up training sessions, starting when they are very young, I'm talking 5 or 6 months old. Put something within their reach that you don't want them to touch, like a glass of water. Let them reach for it, and swat/thump their hand and quietly say "No". Never raise your voice; that teaches them that the tone is directly related to how much they can get away with. If you say it with sober quietness, they will always know you are serious. As you do this training, they may or may not cry, they'll think about it, and try again. Repeat the process until they begin to understand that "No" is associated with an unpleasant feeling. Make this a short, ten minute affair, then remove the object and play with your baby. Let them see your happy smiling face. Always aproach training with a calm heart, knowing that you are working to create a little soul that loves the Lord and loves you. After a few training sessions, you will have immediete, effective obedience when you say "no". It's not a matter of the morality of reaching for a glass. This is training, just like you would use to teach a pet what you expect. Of course, I'm not comparing your child to a dog! But the principle of training is the same. Teaching them "no" is just the beginning of many training instances they should face in these early years. After you've effectively trained them, they understand what is expected of them. When they test those rules, showing willfullness and disobedience, then you use the rod for discipline, or other appropriate action. (However, do not use these methods as sole replacement for the rod.) With effective training, you will find that you rarely have to discipline. I'm not just saying that - it's true.

If you train your children in this way, you will find such freedom and joy in your child. Having limitations makes them happy and secure. Not to mention that there are situations where immediete obedience could save their life. If they begin to run into a busy street, you should be able to yell "No, stop!" and they freeze in their tracks. You don't want your child pausing to consider if you really mean it or not, or how much farther they can run before you get truly mad.

Sheesh, I just want to keep going on this subject, but I don't want this to be too terribly long. I think I'm going to make this a series of posts. I welcome your comments on this subject, even if you don't have children. For reference, I suggest you read the book "To Train Up A Child" by Mike and Debi Pearl (the first chapter is available free online at that link.) The book costs 5.00, and can be ordered here. It is by far, the best, most helpful book I've ever read about child-rearing. Our copy is on loan to a friend right now, but I'll be happy to share it if anyone else wants to read it. We have used many of the very common sense techniques in this book with our first child, and now with our second. I do not claim to have perfect children - I am simply stating that we can't be afraid to be the parents we're called to be.

I will say, there are a few things that the Pearls believe that I do not. If you know me, you'll probably recognize these passages when you get to them. These are not related to child rearing, but more doctrinal differences. I believe, with any book, you should try to glean the good and ignore the rest.

The strongest evidence I have for parenting the way I do (besides believing the command in the Bible concerning the rod) are those shiny happy faces that bring me such joy, and peace, and contentment.

Alright then, lay it on me. Kiss me or Curse Me!

Go Thailand, It's your Birthday, Put Your Boots On

:::Okay, I know I'm going a little quiz crazy lately, but who's gonna stop me? You? I don't think so. You don't wanna mess with Thailand, baby. We may perservere against you, or give you a disease or STD, or feed you spicy food.:::

via Shinri.net.

Note

I hope you guys read the Blog Quote today. Wow.

You know what day it is!

The F5:

1. What time do you wake up on weekday mornings? About 6, to feed Eli, then back to bed till 8ish.

2. Do you sleep in on the weekends? How late? Patrick and I take turns sleeping in - till about 10.

3. Aside from waking up, what is the first thing you do in the morning? Moan. Then, get breakfast ready for Wrenn, pop on the cartoons - be a slug for about an hour. Oh, and check my email.

4. How long does it take to get ready for your day? About 3 minutes. (the perk of being a stay-at-home mom!)

5. When possible, what is your favorite place to go for breakfast? Laughing. Hard. Out to breakfast??? I guess if I DID go out, it would be to Denny's, or IHOP. I'd say Wafflehouse, but that's reserved for more special occasions... lol.

Will Powerless

Generally speaking, I have low will power. I mean, practically none. It's shameful to admit, I know. If I am involved in a really good book - forget it. I cannot pry it from my fingers. I stop doing the things I really should (like cleaning, laundry, real meals) and I am immersed until I finish it. I honestly don't enjoy reading like that, but I can't seem to stop myself! This applies to other areas of my life too - like webdesign or blogging... I get on a kick and I may stay up until 2 or 3 some nights. Genealogy research is the same way - for a week, no one sees or hears from me as I pore over old books and census records.

I know I should do better, and I do try for a little while. But then, I simply don't have the will power to improve my will power. It's a bit frustrating.