The Joys of Moving

So Chris and I are moving out of our appartment. I thought that we had until Monday, as it turns out we have until Friday at 3:30pm. The Uhaul will be here at like 10:00am and Chris is convinced that we can get everything moved out (with just the two of us) The carpets shampooed and the floors all mopped and waxed. Not to mention all of the other things that you have to do to get your deposit back. I don't think that it is really possible. I requested a personal day today for that very reason. I figured that I could pack everything and for the most part get everything ready to go that way we would only have to worry about the cleaning and moving the furniture tomorrow. I am very excited to be living closer to my parents:) I am sad that I will be a little ways away from my sister and the YMCA though:( Not too much has been going on lately. My friend Tammy told me a while ago that she had only ever read the King James version of the Bible. I thought that an easier version to understand might help her out a little bit. She told me that she has been reading the NCV now and that she understands it a lot better, she asked me some questions on Baptism yesterday. I was really excited. I have been praying that she gets saved and anyone who reads this would you please pray also for her? Another friend at work and I have been talking. She used to be a Christian and just doesn't feel connected anymore. She wonders how God can save some, but in the end judge others and condemn them to hell. I know how she feels. It isn't like I got answers when I had those questions, because I didn't. It is almost like over time the questions that I had about God changed. He didn't give me the answers to my old questions I just accepted that I didn't understand and that that was ok. We don't have to know all the answers anyway. God is a just God. I think that every Christian goes through stuff like what she is going through. It could even be for decades, not understanding God, struggling with trusting him, wondering if he is even there. I think that every Christian goes through that stuff. I love her alot. I have actually known her since I first started at Walmart and it is very weird after talking to her for over 5 years I just found out that she was a Christian. I haven't gotten anymore news on Louise lately. I know that the whole family is in kind of a turmoil at this point, so I figure that they probably want their privacy. Write more later guys...

"I think I am going to try Christianity"

That is what she said. I thought that I was going to crap my pants. In case anyone remembers my coworker Ashley, the one I blogged about who was a pagan. That is what she said to me yesterday. I didn't even bring it up. She just started talking. My heart sank a little when she told me why she was going to "try" Christianity. She said that believes Cynthia Brown and has all of her books. (She is a psychic) Apparently in one of her books she mentions that Jesus did in fact die for everyones sins. (Don't ask me why someone who is involved in the crap that woman is involved in has this in her book) She doesn't say in the book whether he is raised from the dead or not, but Ashley says that anyone who would do that must have a pretty big "sack." (those are her words not mine) I am praying for her, but I know that she is will be hitting a lot of barriers along the way. She told me yesterday that Eve's real name wasn't eve, but Lilith. Lilith wouldn't have sex with Adam laying on her back because she wouldn't show submission to him. In the end she has sex with satan. I asked her what Bible that was in, and she told me she couldn't remember, but she learned it in college and it was in one of the original Bibles. I immediately went to the bathroom to call my dad and ask him where this is in the Bible. My dad laughed and told me that he wasn't sure where she got her information, because that isn't in the Bible. Hebrew Bible or otherwise. When I told Chris he told me that he was almost positive that that particular story was actually in the Koran not the Bible. To me that makes a very big difference. I hope that she finds the answers she is looking for and I hope that she doesn't just "try" Christianity, but in the end she wants to live it and become it. While "Christianity" in and of itself is only a title and a name, the meaning of the word should be something else. It should be a lifestyle. I realize there are people out there who feel that a Christian can live and do whatever they want. When I read the Bible I see something different. I don't want to depend on Greasy Grace. The new testament is a call to Holy living. Jesus said it himself. "Be Holy as I am Holy." I wish that those would have been the Christians that Ashley encountered. Not that any of us are perfect, but to at least have some sort of attempt to be in the world but not of it...

Car accident

Chris' friend left at about 9:00pm last night. Within about ten minutes of him leaving Chris got a phone call that he got into an accident with a semi on I-75. I felt sick. Chris called and said that Lyon had seen the exit last minute to 15E. It was raining and he pulled over in front of a semi. The semi hit the back of his car and spun him in a 360. In case anyone doesn't realize the exit from 75 to 15 is a complete circle. I believe that Jesus had angels around his car that he didn't die. Chris said that the semi driver told Lyon to thank God. Apparently Chris said to Lyon "Thank God you didn't wreck the car." The semi driver turned to him and said "Thank God the semi stopped, thank God that the car didn't flip, thank God that your friend is still alive." I guess there is a softball sized dent on the bumper of the car. Lyon was driving a 2007 eclipse. I am so relieved that he is ok. I had asked him earlier if he was a Christian and he told me that he doesn't believe in really any religion. Chris and I decided before he left to send him a Bible in the mail, I got his address and then we get this phone call that he could have died. My heart ached for him and I thanked God that he didn't die without knowing Jesus.

He is irritating, but at least it's funny....

So we had to clean our appartment because Chris' friend from college is coming up to see us. My definition of clean is quite different from Chris'. I want to move everything sweep under it, dust under it, etc. I figure since we don't do it very often we might as well do a spectacular job. So while I was mopping Chris decided to dust the living room... With the kitchen cleaner. (He must have been tired because the next morning I found the kitchen cleaner in our fridge beside the milk) He cleaned the surfaces of everything that didn't have stuff on it just didn't move any of the picture frames on our ledges, or really anything else... Then he decided to sweep even though I told him that I would do it.... When he swept the rugs he seriously did maybe two stripes across them and they were "done." He was putting the sweeper away when I told him to leave it out so that I could redo what he had just done... He asked me "why?" I told him that looking at the giant rug in our living room that goes under our coffee table part of it was clean and the other half was littered with little papers and other random tiny pieces of whatever. He told me that it was because we have a crappy sweeper... UH HUH.... So I redid the sweeping and just as I had suspected he didn't lift up the garbage can and sweep under it or the coffee table, or move the kitchen chairs to get under the kitchen table.... Then I asked him to pick up his pile of clothes in the living room. I go out to the living room and his clothes are on the couch. Anyway at least he helped me. Most guys that I know, particularly my brothers wouldn't help their spouses at all. Anyway I am very excited that Chris' friend is coming up to see him. I quess that he might be moving to Japan. He is originally from Singapore, hope I spelled that right. He asked Chris if I could bring one of my friends so that he wouldn't feel like the third wheel. Chris told me that he would only like stick and I mean stick skinny girls. Chris said that when they lived in Florida they would see these skinny tiny girls and Lyon would say that they were fat. I told Lyon that I only have fat, white friends so I am sure that he wouldn't be interested.... He laughed. Chris told me that he is not like that to be mean, but in his culture that is just what he is used to. I didn't take offense. I wish that I had a skinny friend to introduce to him. Chris said that he has gotten screwed over by every girl he has ever been with. He had a serious girlfriend in Singapore and when he went home to see her she was with his best friend. I wish that I had a nice friend to introduce him to. I find it ironic that the majority of Chris' friends are just like him. Really sensitive sweet guys and the majority of girls don't like them for some reason. I find it disturbing that the majority of women in our society want the really hot guy who treats them like crap. Don't they realize we all get old and nasty looking in the end anyway? Wouldn't it be better to have a guy that may not look that great, but loves you and treats you right than to have a hot, rude, disrespectful jerk? I don't think that Chris' sister has learned this lesson yet. She dates guys that are very good looking, but wouldn't know how to treat a woman (or a person for that matter) if it were written down for them on paper. I am getting off of topic. LOVE YOU GUYS!
Things to be thankful for:
-A clean appartment (that smells great! I am doing an experiment, the Glade plug in vs. Febreeze. Febreeze is more expensive, but so far it is lasting longer and smells better, even though the Glade on I bought has a fan attached to it.)
-A great sermon yesterday, that like always gives me a lot to think about...
-A husband who helps me clean and laughs when I tell him I am writing about him and his cleaning techniques.
-A good friend coming over to make the man I love have a great fun day (doing stuff he likes to do with out me being along.)
-Family who I love and cherish. Can't wait to get more pictures of pudgy on here.

Relief

So I talked to my best friend today and she told me that she was only kidding about getting down to a size ten. I cannot tell you how relieved I am. I want to lose weight anyway, but I don't want the pressure of having to fit into something that I don't think I have ever been small enough to wear.
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Louise's son got into a car accident at about 4:30 this morning. As of this afternoon he was still in the intensive care unit. From what the nurse told us, however he should be placed elsewhere in the hospital sometime soon.... He got a DUI in June and just got sentenced for it (probation, etc.) This time a police officer saw him walking down the road and stopped to see what was going on. He had flipped his jeep up onto a guard rail taken it over the other side, flipped it several times and the vehicle ended up split in half. They have no idea how he is even still alive. We are all praying that he gets an understanding judge to put him into rehab. I don't agree with drunk driving as much as the next person, but I hope that maybe this time he will learn his lesson and the judge will understand that he has been caring (in the course of one year) for both of his parents who have suffered with the same disease. (I don't think that I could handle what he and his family have had to go through) I that God that he didn't die, and that he didn't hurt anyone else. Thank God that it is was at 4:00 in the morning and not 4:00 in the afternoon!!
Write more later, I am gonna go watch a movie.

Pressure

So my best friend's wedding is in March. She called me yesterday to see if there is anyway I could lose enough weight to fit into a size ten by her wedding.... Since the sizes run really small the actual mesurements for the dress would make me a size 8.... This is because she wants two certain colors. The one color is for the pregnant girls and the other color only comes in size 10 and below... I told her that I would try, but that would mean I seriously need to lose about 70 lbs in about six months... It makes me nervous because It isn't like I have a metabolism that I can speed up with excercise and weight lifting. I am on medication that acts as my metabolism and it is at one rate and it gets checked between ever 6 months to a year (Or if I start feeling sick I get it checked periodically) I told her that I would try, but I honestly think that the smallest dress size that I could get down to would probably be like a twelve... I quess I'll have to just dress with the pregnant girls if I can't make it. It is definately not going to be fun dieting over the next several months, it is a lot easier to maintain weight than to lose it and I am not looking forward to all of the holidays not getting to eat any of the good stuff :(

I am a dork

Today I got two books. Sisterhood of The Traveling Pants, and the second book in that series, which I don't remember the name, but if you went to the bookstore it would be the purple book right beside the first book in the series:) I already can't put it down it is such a good book. It is funny, but whenever I get into a book like that I get so excited my stomach starts churning and I have to put it down or I can't concentrate... I know that is totally retarded. I found a journal there that I want really bad. It is $24.00 I know that it is expensive, but I really, really want it. Chris says that it is too expensive and I understand, but I have always loved having a journal. I threw away all of the ones that I had before I was married because I was too afraid someone would find them and read them, but this one was so beautiful... I am almost tempted to ask my sister if I can borrow the money from her so that I can buy it... It was funny when I asked the bookstore clerk where those books were she kind of looked at me for a second and then told me that they were in the teenagers section. I had to laugh. I told her that I love reading books that are too young for me:)

Funny Story: (although slightly embarassing)
I was helping a gentlemen at work the otherday to find some stuff for his coffee. We didn't have it, but I told him that Findlay used to carry it and if he wanted I could give him there phone number and he could call and see if they still carried it... He pulls out a business card and I think that he is giving me his phone number so that I can call him from the store and just call him and let him know if they still have it. I read the card and this is what it says... "Are you tired, depressed, overweight? We can help!!" and then it has a 1-800 number and a website you can call or go to to sign up for their supplements... My jaw probably dropped ten feet and I had to stop myself from laughing!!! I couldn't believe anyone would have the guts to give that type of card to a stranger... He looked at me and with the utmost sincerity and says "If we can do anything for you, give me a call.." I told my boss and Chris, Chris was so mad. He asked me why I didn't hand the card back and tell him to give it to someone who needs it. My boss told me that she would have seriously cussed at the guy and given him the finger, I quess I just couldn't stop trying to laugh. I thought it was hilareous... Speaking of weight though I have been trying to get fit for my best friends wedding. (You know how nobody wants to be the fat bridesmaid.) So far so good. I have lost 10 lbs, but this week I couldn't seem to lose anymore. I am not going to get discouraged though. I know that you always can't tell right away, but eventually you'll be able to notice. I go to the YMCA either 4-5 days a week and do weights at least three of those days. I already feel so much better. (stronger and more energetic) Maybe that is why I could laugh about what that guy did... Thank God he gave it to me and not to someone else...:) Write more later:)

Weird

Chris decided last night that it would be a great idea to introduce me to his ex-girlfriend.... It wasn't. I have never felt so weird and self conscious. The whole time I wanted to strangle him. I looked like crap. My hair was everywhere (literally, we had just gotten off of work) I was tired and I didn't have makeup on. I know that it is stupid, but I wanted to look pretty, like I didn't want her to see what only the back room of walmart is exposed to... Apparently I wasn't the only one who was uncomfortable. Chris said she was shaking the entire time. I didn't really notice I was too busy focusing on the Chris Tomlin cd I was looking at so that she wouldn't be able to see how red my face was. All I could think was. My husband used to tell you he loved you. It made me feel weird because as a woman you always wonder if your husband compares you with the other people he used to be with... She was skinny so that definately made me feel weird. Thank God it was only five minutes, although I am really not joking it seriously felt like five years. The whole way home I felt sick. I told him to never introduce me to anyone he has dated ever again. He seemed to understand, although he reminded me that he has now worked with two people that I have dated. I tried to explain that that was different. I wasn't in a serious relationship with them. I think I kissed the one guy like twice (dead serious) and the other one literally a handful of times. It was never anything to jump over fences about. (Or as Tom Cruise did, jump on couches) I have to get going.
write more later....

Death to skinny jeans!!!

Since I was little I remember looking at pictures from the 80's and absolutely hating their clothing. I remember in the 90's being forced to wear tapered jeans even though I have HUGE calves and they seriously make me look 1000 pounds heavier and I hated every minute of it... And then heaven... ahhhhhhh. The new millenium. filled with decent clothing that looks flattering on everyone and flared jeans that help the pear shaped people... A.K.A Me. I am not jealous of those people that can pull off skinny jeans. Oh, no. I am absolutely abhorred (I hope I spelled that right, someone correct me if I am wrong) at the idea that they would even wear those ugly things!!! Sorry to those out there that are in all of their glory seeing that they have now come back into style. I just wanted to vent a little. I quess I thought that this was a short lived Hollywood trend, but I got on my favorite jeans websit (to encourage myself to fit back into all of my jeans) when to my horror I see before my eyes. SKINNY JEANS!!! Someone just shoot me now and get it over with!! No more huge flares that take the focus off of my giant butt and hide my huge calves from view, now a cut that makes even skinny people fat!!! DEATH TO SKINNY JEANS!!! I think that all Christians should start praying that within the next month or so people start burning their skinny jeans so that the rest of us can go back to our nice little flares and feeling comfortable about our lower half in public....

Generosity

In case anyone doesn't know my family is not very rich. We aren't poor either, I quess what you could say is our entire family has been blessed by God. God has always provided for us is every way and taken care of our entire family's safety and health and he has always provided some way of getting our financial resposibilities taken care of, a.k.a a job or some sort of temporary work. I was just blessed by this because I was watching a tv show about parents that spend a lot of money on their kids. I am talking like over $300,000 for a party not including the new car that they get. I had to laugh. I hope that these parents one day realize that they didn't raise their kids to A. Face reality, or B. Realize that money may not always be so easily accessible. I wonder what would happen to these kids if they lost all of their money and had to get a job at McDonalds.... Doesn't anyone remember that 70 some years ago the depression was very real and that rich people lost their money in literal seconds and then committed suicide? I am very blessed that I don't have that much money to not realize what is important in life. Anyways, I was thinking about money because Chris and I this week had a run in with a severe lack of it. As always God took care of us through the generosity of my daddy, who loves me and understands what it is like to just start out on your own. All of the bills get paid at the beginning of the month, which since we are used to scrapping for the first couple weeks of the month isn't a big deal. We always have enough money for the necessities (groceries, gas, etc.) But this month was different. Chris started school so we needed to buy his books which was almost $500 we couldn't possibly pay this much so my mom let us use her credit card (Thank you God once again) we felt pressured to pay her back as fast as possible so we gave as much money as we could toward the balance. This strapped us for the next two weeks, but we already had groceries all that we needed was to worry about gas. Isn't this always how it happens? We go out to Chris' car early one morning and it won't start. We had just gotten it back from getting fixed not even 2 weeks ago and we had driven it probably six times in that entire amount of time. We get into my car and we are driving to the YMCA and I call my mom to tell her about Chris' car when she tells me that the car we are driving (my car) has been taken off of the insurance and needs a new license plate and tags and that Chris was supposed to tell me all of this last week. Needless to say my mom calls the insurance agent gets me a month more of insurance. This however, doesn't change the situation with the tags and license plate. I am thinking no big deal I can switch over everything from my car. 15 bucks. No problem. Once again my mom calls and tells me that I can't switch anything over from my old car (she must have know what I was thinking) That she had put the title and everything else in Chris' name which would mean that we would need to get everything new.... By this time I wanted to kill Chris for his lack of communication. By this time I am crying and frustrated and throwing things, because we now have no car to get to work.... To make a long story short. My dad looked at Chris' car and put a new battery in it. So we ended up having a car and made it to work. I thank God for parents the help me out in everyway possible as much as they can. He also gave us a blank check in case we would ever need it for groceries or anything... I love my dad. Both my heavenly and my earthly... Not to leave out my mom who paid for Chris' books and got my a YMCA a pass. (and a bathing suit to lap swim with my dad) Thank God generous parents.....

Our view through a darkened glass

I thought a lot about my last blog. I prayed a lot over it too. I trust Jesus. I know that he has Louise and her family in the palm of his hands. That he is hurting more for them than I could possibly imagine. That he loves her and her family beyond comprehension. I love him and I trust him to know what he is doing and that everything will end just the way he wants it to. I don't have to know the outcome of the story to know the heart of it's inventor. Jesus is love when I don't feel like loving, he is faithful in spite of my unfaithfulness, he is kind when I am mean, he is truth when I am a lie, and he is love when I am hate. In spite of my fickle self Jesus is a rock that never changes shape and never alters in his ways or in his character. Thank God that our savior is more faithful then the rest of us! I will continue to pray for Louise and her family the same way that David prayed for his son until there was absolutely no hope left. Sometimes, however what we consider "healing" really isn't what God considers it. I know that Louise would be with Jesus in paradise with members of our church and her family and if God would supernaturally heal her that she would have more time on this earth with her sons and daughter-in-laws. Either way I am sure that she would be happy.

Not much time

Hospice has give Louise at the most 2 weeks to live. She doesn't remember anyone and she won't eat. A part of me is so pissed. Why even bother praying? I feel like if God was going to heal her he should have done it by now. My heart is literally broken. I hurt so bad and I wonder why this is happening. I feel like such a hypocrite sometimes. Like one minute I trust God and I keep praying and the next I think "If God really cared he wouldn't have let this happen." I have nothing else to say. Thanks for listening to me vent.