Saturday, August 18, 2007
1. Two Names You Go By: Kari and Sissy
2. Two Things You Are Wearing Right Now: A Glorious New Sundress (I'm that happy with this dress!) and The World's Most Uncomfortable Bra (yeah, that's the official name. Just christened it that myself.)
3. Two Things You Want In A Relationship: Love and Lust. Well. Perhaps I should clarify that answer. I'm assuming we're talking about a relationship as in "marital". Right?
4. Two of Your Favorite Things to Do: Cook and Clean.
5. Two Things You Want Very badly At the Moment: A Nip in the Air and a Hint of Snow!
6. Two Pets You Had/Have: Sydney the Wonder Dog (an extremely intelligent and gorgeous hunk of a Chihuahua) and Blu-Boy the Black Chow.
7. Two People Who Will Fill This out First: Well, I don't know. Hope you all do. I like learning new things about you.
8. Two Things You Did Last Night: (Loved Kat's answer to this!) I took a nice long bath and watched Monk and Psych on TiVo.
9. Two People That Live In Your House: Kaleb and Jacob.
10. Two People You Talked To Last: my sister Sherri and my dearly beloved Randey
11. Two Things You're Doing Tomorrow: wash bedclothes (the in-laws are headed back to Florida in the a.m. so I guess I'll get the room ready for the next guests) and balance my checkbook (had a lot of fun shopping while they were here - tomorrow I'll have to face the music and see what damage I've done. lol)
12. Two Longest Car Rides: from Florida to Montana and from Oklahoma to New York
13. Name 2 of Your Favorite Holidays: Thanksgiving and Christmas.
14.Two Favorite Beverages: grande latte with low fat milk and whipped cream (yeah - that's just like ordering a giant hamburger and fries with a diet coke) and an unsweet Passion shaken ice-tea lemonade (from Starbucks).
So there you have it. Now you all know me just a little bit better. And, if you were paying attention, you also know that I am a horrible and shameless liar. I refer, of course, to number 4. Cooking and cleaning. Oh yeah - 2 things I just live to do! If Randey were reading this, he'd fall out of his chair laughing. Then I'd have to act all offended and pout for an hour or two - far too exhausting all the way around. lol So I'll go ahead and change my answers now. Two of my favorite things to do: read blogs and talk to my husband and kids. There. Now that's honest enough.
Friday, August 17, 2007
Gotta love that.
P.S. Just a little F.Y.I. - my in-laws are in town for a few days. Great to have them, but it really cuts into my blogging schedule. (lol just kidding!) I should be back on schedule no later than Sunday evening. I feel like I have to say this to keep my Aunt Sandi from sending me threatening e-mails! lol
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
WARNING: THE FOLLOWING POST CONTAINS RELIGIOUS REFERENCES. DO NOT READ IF ANOTHER PERSON'S BELIEFS OFFEND YOU.
This just in from the A.P.:
AMSTERDAM - A Roman Catholic Bishop in the Netherlands has proposed people of all faiths refer to God as Allah to foster understanding, stoking an already heated debate on religious tolerance in a country with one million Muslims.
Bishop Tiny Muskens, from the southern diocese of Breda, told Dutch television on Monday that God did not mind what he was named and that in Indonesia, where Muskens spent eight years, priests used the word "Allah" while celebrating Mass.
"Allah is a very beautiful word for God. Shouldn't we all say that from now on we will name God Allah? ... What does God care what we call him? It is our problem."
God, Allah, Jehovah, Shangdi...these are names that various religions all over the world use to refer to the All-Mighty, the Supreme Being who created us all. But there are some religious zealots out there who believe that their supreme being wants them to not only hate people of a different culture or religion, but to actually kill them for those differences. I'm not referring to Muslims, per se. I'm referring to those people out there who believe their religion is the only religion, the only way to worship the All-Mighty. Unfortunately, those people can be found in just about every religion. It's when those people choose to forcibly impose their beliefs on others that I have a problem. And now I hear about this priest who wants the whole world to change the name they use to refer to their Supreme Being to Allah, in an effort to "foster understanding". And that will accomplish understanding how? Should we all start speaking the same language - world wide - so that we might "foster" even more understanding amongst the residents of earth? Okay. Which language? Should we also make all women wear burkhas or face covers so that we don't offend certain religions? Should we also require all worshippers of the All-Mighty to sit in the lotus position while humming and chanting with their eyes closed? And maybe we should insist that every temple and mosque around the world hang a cross front and center. I mean, really, wouldn't it be great if we could all worship in the same way, with the same understanding? Wouldn't it feel wonderful to know that everyone in the world understands your religious views and together, we could all feel the warmth of our All-Mighty's grace? But changing the way people refer to the All-Mighty isn't the answer. That's not fostering understanding. And it's not necessary amongst the peaceable and tolerant religions of this world. Its only important to those who wish to impose their will upon the rest of the world. I don't mind referring to God as Allah. I do mind being bullied or threatened or intimidated into doing it. I do mind doing it because somebody feels a need to appease someone else who has no tolerance for my beliefs. I believe in religious freedom. I believe that a person's relationship with God is between that person and God. The conversations between God and His children aren't always open for public consumption. I believe that God planned our world so that we wouldn't all speak the same language and we all wouldn't look the same and we all don't live the same experiences. I believe that God gave each of us a separate set of circumstances for our lives and how we get through it and how we relate to each other and how we accept and nurture our relationship with Him is what matters. If you don't believe the same, I accept that. I don't want to force my beliefs on you. Ever. I will share my feelings with you, but I'm almost certain that your beliefs and mine won't always agree. Isn't that wonderful? Again, if you don't belief what I do, that is okay with me. But don't tell me I should use your words or adopt your traditions and suppress my own because it will make us understand each other better. We can understand each other better by explaining our beliefs without fear of reprisal. We can understand each other better by practicing tolerance not submitting to intolerance.
But that's just my belief.
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
Okay. So maybe it doesn't say that in so many words, but that's the general idea. He's had this permit for about a week. I've just refused to grasp the full meaning of it. It wasn't until we were leaving tennis practice (the boys', not mine) last night that I realized...Kaleb will be a junior in high school this year and Jake will be a sophomore. What the heck? Where did the time go? How did this happen? Just the other day, those two were sitting in carseats and stealing each other's bottles. Well, I guess it wasn't just the other day that they were doing that. How funny would that have looked? Two teenage boys, strapped into carseats, their heads smushed against the ceiling of the car while they snatch bottles out of each others mouths...yeah, that's a vision. Still, it doesn't seem possible that my youngest little baby can now drive a car. Sure, sure. Jake getting his permit isn't supposed to be about me and only a narcissistic personality such as mine could turn it into such. Yeah? So? I'm self-centered. Duh.You really think pointing that out to me will change the way I'm viewing this? Please. Look up "narcissist" in the dictionary, then get back to me. Try to see it from my point of view, would you? And the point I'm making is, his getting a permit is just one more indication that my old age is fast approaching. He's my baby! My youngest baby! First menopause, now this! A part of me says I'm looking at this all wrong. But that part isn't dealing with wrinkles, hot flashes and flabby arms. I think I need a therapist. Or a good, stiff drink. Or both. I guess the good news is, now I'll have one more driver to get me home after a drunken session at the therapist's office, huh?
Monday, August 13, 2007
Sunday, August 12, 2007
P.S. Only 2 days left to vote in the "Favorite Season" pole (located on the leftside of this blog).