A lot of things have changed in my life recently. New house, new job, new relationship status. I've noticed, that in the midst of these changes, some of the people around me have changed as well.
It's natural to change. If we stayed the same our entire lives and didn't let situations and/or shape us, we'd be pretty boring, one-dimensional folks.
So if change is a natural, essential part of life, why is so hard to accept when someone you're close to changes? I guess I selfishly want the people in my life to stay the same, to be the old familiar friends that I've grown accustomed to. But I've come to learn that sometimes that's just not possible, and sometimes the changes that take place aren't going to be changes for the better.
This reminds me of a lyric from a Marc Broussard (spelling?) song, called "Gavin's Song." It says...
"I wish you places that sit so still,
Where people never ever change,
And never ever will."
I guess I was trying to live in that "place" where people don't change. I'm starting to think that place just doesn't exist.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
Uterus For Sale
I'm consindering selling my uterus on the black market; I don't want it anymore.
Not really, but a hysterectomy is sounding mighty fine. I think I could deal with not being able to have my own kids (childbirth freaks me out), and besides, I've always wanted to adopt. But I hear that having a hysterectomy forces you into early menopause, so that wouldn't be very much fun. I've witnessed the side effects of going through "the change" and I'm not all that jazzed to experience them myself.
My uterus is an eternal antogonist of my life. I only know its around when its causing me unwanted effects, such as excruciating pain and extreme mood swings. Otherwise, it just kind of sits there, much like an appendix.
I understand that after the whole Adam and Eve and the forbidden fruit situation, God said that He would make childbirth more difficult for women from that point forward. I get it. What I don't understand is why we have to suffer outside of the actual time of childbirth. And it confuses me that God chose to "punish" Eve for eating the forbidden fruit, when Adam ate of it as well. Eve was just exercising her powers of female persuasion. And must I remind you that it was a male serpant who convinced Eve to take eat of the fruit?
Now I'm rambling. I guess I have no choice but to accept the lot that has been given to me. But I don't have to like it.
Not really, but a hysterectomy is sounding mighty fine. I think I could deal with not being able to have my own kids (childbirth freaks me out), and besides, I've always wanted to adopt. But I hear that having a hysterectomy forces you into early menopause, so that wouldn't be very much fun. I've witnessed the side effects of going through "the change" and I'm not all that jazzed to experience them myself.
My uterus is an eternal antogonist of my life. I only know its around when its causing me unwanted effects, such as excruciating pain and extreme mood swings. Otherwise, it just kind of sits there, much like an appendix.
I understand that after the whole Adam and Eve and the forbidden fruit situation, God said that He would make childbirth more difficult for women from that point forward. I get it. What I don't understand is why we have to suffer outside of the actual time of childbirth. And it confuses me that God chose to "punish" Eve for eating the forbidden fruit, when Adam ate of it as well. Eve was just exercising her powers of female persuasion. And must I remind you that it was a male serpant who convinced Eve to take eat of the fruit?
Now I'm rambling. I guess I have no choice but to accept the lot that has been given to me. But I don't have to like it.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Sad News...
This morning my Uncle Dicky died from complications related to his battle with brain cancer. He was diagnosed last year and was given 6 months to live upon his diagnosis, but he hung on until recently when the cancer rapidly spread and his health took a turn for the worse.
Uncle Dicky was my Mom's brother and was an opthomologist (eye surgeon) for many years. He will be missed by many within the community, and of course by our family.
Please keep my family in your prayers, and be sure to let everyone you care about know that you love them.
Uncle Dicky was my Mom's brother and was an opthomologist (eye surgeon) for many years. He will be missed by many within the community, and of course by our family.
Please keep my family in your prayers, and be sure to let everyone you care about know that you love them.
Monday, July 7, 2008
It's Been a While...
Wow, so much has happened since I last found a spare minute to update this wonderful blog. I just started a new job that I am beyond thrilled about, and I've truly hit the ground running. I love to be insanely busy, that's how I get my best work done, and I have no doubt that my days will be very busy and very productive.
I've met several new people (of the male persuasion mostly...) lately. I've gone on a few dates, some great, some not so great, but I've definitely had fun along the way. I've decided that sure, a few dates here and there won't hurt, but that I need to learn to just be by myself. I'm apparantly not very good at it, so I need to force myself to learn to be single. Should be interesting.
The house is as cute as ever, I love it. I mowed my front AND back yard for the first time this weekend which made me feel oddly empowered. I wanted to let out a loud grunt after I completed the yardwork, so I did. I think I frightened the neighbors...
That's just a quick update of what's been going on. I'll try to do a better job of posting new blogs than I have the last few weeks, I promise.
I've met several new people (of the male persuasion mostly...) lately. I've gone on a few dates, some great, some not so great, but I've definitely had fun along the way. I've decided that sure, a few dates here and there won't hurt, but that I need to learn to just be by myself. I'm apparantly not very good at it, so I need to force myself to learn to be single. Should be interesting.
The house is as cute as ever, I love it. I mowed my front AND back yard for the first time this weekend which made me feel oddly empowered. I wanted to let out a loud grunt after I completed the yardwork, so I did. I think I frightened the neighbors...
That's just a quick update of what's been going on. I'll try to do a better job of posting new blogs than I have the last few weeks, I promise.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
My Sister
My sister Julie called me last night to let me know that she was reading my blog. She said that the blog is seriously lacking in one area...mentions of her. I told her I'd write more about her, so here it goes.
Julie is three years younger than me, but in a lot of ways, she has the wisdom and knowledge of someone who is three years older. She is often able to help me see things, and people, for what they really are and she often calms me down when I get myself wound up into a tizzy of emotion.
Julie is probably the closest thing to the perfect female specimen that God created. She's one of those people that excels at everything she does. She is extremely intelligent (in a "book smart" kind of way...not so much on the common sense front) and has the body of a Victoria's Secret model. Yes, she's one of "those" people.
She also happens to be one of the kindest and most compassionate people I know. She has a very tender heart, a servan't heart, and she keeps an open mind about things without making hasty judgements.
Julie got married last year. I was asked by a few people if I was mad/jealous/upset/surprised that Julie, my younger sister, got married before I did. I guess people were confused that my sister and I didn't follow some pre-ordained life order that mandated that the oldest gets married first. But Julie and I aren't big fans of the conventional. I always felt that Julie would get married before me, and lo and behold, that's the way it worked out. And I couldn't be happier for her and her husband, even thought its weird that she has a different last name now.
Julie's husband, my brother-in-law, is in the National Guard and is stationed in Iraq. He has been there for a few months now and will come home next year. Julie has been such an amazing portrait of strength and loyalty; she has handled the circumstances with wisdom far beyond her years. I am so proud of my brother-in-law, and I'm equally proud of my sister's strength and commitment to him.
But in light of all of these wonderful things about my sister, one of my favorite things about her is that she calls me just to say "hi." I think she has a sixth sense and can somehow feel when I've got the blues, and magically, she knows just when to call just to say "hi," much like she did last night.
Julie is three years younger than me, but in a lot of ways, she has the wisdom and knowledge of someone who is three years older. She is often able to help me see things, and people, for what they really are and she often calms me down when I get myself wound up into a tizzy of emotion.
Julie is probably the closest thing to the perfect female specimen that God created. She's one of those people that excels at everything she does. She is extremely intelligent (in a "book smart" kind of way...not so much on the common sense front) and has the body of a Victoria's Secret model. Yes, she's one of "those" people.
She also happens to be one of the kindest and most compassionate people I know. She has a very tender heart, a servan't heart, and she keeps an open mind about things without making hasty judgements.
Julie got married last year. I was asked by a few people if I was mad/jealous/upset/surprised that Julie, my younger sister, got married before I did. I guess people were confused that my sister and I didn't follow some pre-ordained life order that mandated that the oldest gets married first. But Julie and I aren't big fans of the conventional. I always felt that Julie would get married before me, and lo and behold, that's the way it worked out. And I couldn't be happier for her and her husband, even thought its weird that she has a different last name now.
Julie's husband, my brother-in-law, is in the National Guard and is stationed in Iraq. He has been there for a few months now and will come home next year. Julie has been such an amazing portrait of strength and loyalty; she has handled the circumstances with wisdom far beyond her years. I am so proud of my brother-in-law, and I'm equally proud of my sister's strength and commitment to him.
But in light of all of these wonderful things about my sister, one of my favorite things about her is that she calls me just to say "hi." I think she has a sixth sense and can somehow feel when I've got the blues, and magically, she knows just when to call just to say "hi," much like she did last night.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Ugh...
Whatever you do, do what you say you're going to do. Period. No excuses. If you're not planning on following through, then don't waste your breath by making empty promises. Mean what you say, and say what you mean.
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