Friday, December 31, 2010

30 things about me to close out the year :)

I wrote this a few weeks ago on another site, and I kinda like how it came out, so I've decided to post it here.

30 semi-interesting, potentially boring, maybe informative things about me :)


1 - When we cleaned out my car after I totaled it, we found 5 cell phones in there. None were active, and only 3 were ones that I’ve personally used. I can’t remember where the other 2 came from.

2 - I have been studying and learning as much as possible about Mormonism recently. Not because I plan on converting to Mormonism, but because my heart has been aching for the people of that group of people. And by studying Mormonism, it has only helped me grow in my faith more and more.

3 - I will be perfectly okay with not having kids. If, for some reason, I physically am unable to have munchkins, I doubt it would phase me. Not because I don’t like kids - I love them! But I’ve always had a soft spot towards adoption. And the older I get, the more and more excited I get about getting closer to being old enough and stable enough to do so! I can’t wait to show abandoned kids my love, God’s love, and to just smother them in love and hugs. If it’s in God’s plan for me to have my own kids, that’s fine, too. But I am really okay with the idea of not having them.

4 - I’m not as attached to my cell phone as I used to be - and I love it! I let myself leave my phone in the car while at work (and I don’t go back to get it). I’ll put my phone on silent and upside for a few hours on Saturday. I let myself read a text, and not respond for a few hours. I’m enjoying disconnect a few times a week.

5 - My hiccups (that I’ve had for almost 9 years) go through phases. They never go away, but every few weeks they go haywire and happen at a higher pitch and more frequently.. And they hurt! It’s weird.

6 - I love one on one time with people. I’m a social person and I can do the groups and parties.. But I love the intimacy and connection when you get one on one time with someone. Whether it’s something that happens with someone once a week or once a year.. I love it.

7 - I get so happy when I mix my different groups of friends - I tend to call it “mixing my worlds”. There’s just something about mixing my church friends that I’ve known since birth and my school friends that I’ve known since elementary school that fills me up with joy! Maybe it’s cuz I kept them separate for so long. I used to absolutely dread the idea of one person meeting everyone from the other group.. But I love it now. Disneyland? Movies? Dinner? It can work in all situations. I just love it.

8 - Sometimes I say that I hate my hair.. But honestly, I love it. I know that I was extremely blessed with the hair I have.

9 - My sisters and I are a lot closer now than we ever have been. Even with Selah being married, we’re all close. There’s a chance she’s gonna be moving to the other side of the country shortly. Which will be weird, but I think it’ll bring all three of us closer.

10 - Speaking of moving.. I’ve been thinking quite a bit recently about what I would do if I moved somewhere.. And I’ve come to the realization that I will be completely fine no matter where I am. I love my friends, but I don’t need to live around them. I love my family, but we’re not around any other family living here, so getting together for the holidays and such isn’t a big deal. If I’m supposed to live in Florida or Indiana.. Or even China or Egypt.. I’m totally game.

11 - I wish I could sing. I love to sing. Love, love, LOVE it. But, I know I’m not good at it. I desperately wish I could. My friends tease me about it, but I love how singing worship songs at church as loud as I want is totally fine, though. You’re allowed to sing, no matter what, and God still loves it!

12 - I’ve almost always had one male best friend in my life at any given time. I know girls call each other “best friends” all the time, and I probably have more “best friends” than some people. But when it comes to guys, that title tends to only belong to one, maybe two at a time (and it’s normally only two because it’d be a church bff and a school bff). Cory, Harrison, Craig, and Phill. My only time since I was 13 without one was between Craig and Phill. These are four boys that will always, always have a special spot in my heart. Each friendship has been drastically different from each other, but they’ve all changed my life. And when I end up finding a guy to to marry, those four boys are going to be the ones that have helped me decide what type of guy I want him to be - for the good and the bad.

13 - Recently, I’ve decided to change what I allow myself to watch. I’ve always been pretty careless with it, because I’m not easily influenced and not I figure I’ve seen some of the “worst” stuff that’s out there, so nothing will be new to me. But, I’ve decided I don’t want that. I don’t want to watch anything that I’d be ashamed or embarrassed to tell anyone about.

14 - I am very picky with music. If I can’t understand the words, forget it! When I buy a new CD, the first time through I will sit there with the CD cover reading the words as it plays over the speakers. When someone tells me “hey, listen to this song!” the first thing I do is look up the lyrics on Google.

15 - I try not to be judgmental, but I’m not as good at the as I’d like to be. There are two things that I tend to be more judgmental at than anything else: tattoos and red hair. Because it’s harder to come up with 30 things, I’m going to add those as two more points.

16 - I can’t stand dumb tattoos. And not just dumb tattoos, but just tattoos that aren’t going to mean anything to someone in five years. Don’t get a tattoo because you’re heartbroken - it’s only going to constantly remind you of that person and then be something awkward to explain to your next significant other (because, believe it or not, you will get over the break up). Or negative tattoos. Why would you get something negative on your body forever? Maybe people forget that they’re permanent? Because laser removal is more and more common? I don’t know.. I just know that I spent years.. YEARS thinking about my tattoo. And I’m not just saying that. You can look at notes that I took in classes all throughout high school, and my design is splattered over notes everywhere.

17 - I’m only judgmental about redheads when they try and pass as a real redhead. I know that sounds dumb.. But don’t pretend. It’s really awkward when a fake redhead strikes up a conversation with me about being a redhead. You are not one, don’t pretend.

18 - My parents are the only people in both their families in two generations to have only been married once - amazing, huh? Both of their parents were/are divorced and remarried. All of their siblings have been married and divorced, and a bunch of them have been married and divorced more than once. Pretty insane and awesome. Just goes to show what can happen when your marriage is God-centered. They’re going on 31 years.

19 - I have no fear of getting divorced. I really don’t. Divorced is not in my vocabulary or mindset when I think of my future. And some people might call that naive or a pipe dream, but I’ve seen marriages that have flourished, and I’ve seen marriages that have failed, and they all have one thing in common - God was not at the center of their lives. The wife might be living a godly life, and the husband might look it.. But if the husband cheats, that’s not a God centered marriage because he wasn’t focused on God. Or a lot of the time, a divorce will happen because it was grounded in faith (or the right faith) from the get-go.

20 - I didn’t go to prom and I only went to one winter formal in high school. And I remember being told at the time that I would regret it. It’s now four years later, and I still have no regrets about not going. My friends still talk about the drama that surrounded every single one of those events.. And guess what? I had no drama! I had fun with the people I decided to hang out with those nights instead! I wish people would tell high schoolers today that the four years in high school (socially and stuff) really won’t affect you for life. We spent 7 years in elementary school, that didn’t affect us for life. The 4 years in high school didn’t either.

21 - I am extremely protective of Phill. I think it’s entertaining. He has pretty much no emotion about anything that happens to him, yet for me it’s horrible. He puts up with me (although he doesn’t call it “putting up with”), and I am forever thankful for that boy.

22 - I am convinced that the people in the Philippines are the nicest people in the world. When I went there last January, my eyes were opened to how the default expressions of Americans isn’t a smile, and how the people in the Philippines is! It was such a pleasant surprise!

23 - I’ve been loving learning about Jehovah’s Witnesses and Catholicism in college group recently. Much like my #2 fact, it has just helped me grow in my own faith. I was shocked that I knew more about Catholic theology and practices than my friends that claim to be Catholic.

24 - I’m not a holiday person. More specifically, not a Christmas person. I blogged about it last year, you can read it here :)

25 - I love Disneyland. I hate going to Disney with an odd number of people though - no one wants to sit on a ride alone! I’m fine with going to Disney for just specific things: I just want clam chowder in a bread bowl, I just want to ride Pirates, I just want to see Fantasmic. Harrison and I used to go to Disney every single Wednesday and just ride the train for hours and hours and talk.

26 - I wish I could visit Mr. Baker at La Quinta still.

27 - I have this fear that the guy I end up marrying will be one of the few guys in the world that can’t wait for a huge wedding. I want to elope. I really, truly do. I’ve never dreamed about the long flowing dress or the flowers and the location. If anything, I’ve only ever hyperventilated over thinking about who to pick as bridesmaids, what style dresses, what type of food, etc. I just want it to be me, my man, and whoever can make it to Vegas with 24 hours notice. But what am I going to do if the guy is an only child and his parents have been waiting for his wedding day forever? And they have 489 people to invite? Do I want to start out on the wrong foot with the in laws? Hopefully my guy will have the type of relationship with his parents (and me) to be able to remind his parents (in love), that the wedding is our day, not theirs, and if eloping is what we want, it’s what we’re going to do.

28 - There are quite a number of people that I would love to delete off of Facebook and Twitter because of how negative they are. I might love them in real life, but virtually.. I want to strangle them.

29 - I love to read. When someone asks me what I want for Christmas or my birthday, my default choice is normally a gift card to Barnes and Noble or Borders. My friend Ben worked at a used book store for a couple years, and I regret not taking advantage of his awesome discount the whole time! I have a Kindle that used to come with me everywhere, but my Kindle now syncs up with my laptop, Blackberry, and iPod Touch, so I don't have to use the actual Kindle all the time. Basically, I have books with me all the time because of Amazon :) I went through a phase when I couldn't put these books by a certain author down, so I'd even read them while I was driving (hah! The government takes my texting away, but they haven't taken away my reading!).. But after a few close calls, I quit that habit. And now I have a lot of books on audio which is a beautiful, beautiful thing. Basically, I love reading. And when I can't read, I still want to read, so I listen to someone else reading :) However, I'm horrible at reading assigned books. I was the queen of Spark Notes in high school, because I hate being forced to read. I think that's why so many kids hate reading, because they've been forced to "read for 30 minutes every night" since elementary school.

30 - I don't know what I want to do with my life, but I would love to end up (fifty years down the road or something) in the mission field. Even if that's where I'm supposed to be in 3 years, 10 years, I'm totally game. I remember this thing we had to do in like, 5th grade where we had to write down things about "where I'll be in 1 year", "where I'll be in 5 years", "where I'll be in 10 years", and a few more. I don't remember what I wrote for 10 years (I think the two "earlier" predictions were something along the lines of "high school"), but I remember saying that "I want to retire and become a missionary". And I drew a picture of the world with two people holding hands, standing on the world, symbolizing that they were game to go anywhere they were called to go. I'm so game.

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Monday, December 27, 2010

Atheist, Agnostic, or just plain lazy?

I've been thinking about this a lot lately. We watched a video called "Collision" at college group a few weeks ago which was a video that involved the huge atheist Christopher Hitchens and leading theologian Douglas Wilson talking. It wasn't rude or a debate, but just these two guys talking about their faith (or lack there of) all over. In bars, taxis, schools.. It was really interesting. And then for the past few days, I've been listening to the book A Case for Christ by Lee Strobel on my iPod. I'm not all the way through it, but I highly recommend it for any atheist, agnostic, or even Christian. It's amazing! Lee Strobel was a reporter who was a major atheist. His wife became a Christian, and he noticed a giant change in everything about her, so he decided to investigate. He goes from theologian to theologian (8 in total, I believe) with boatloads of questions about Jesus and the Bible and a ton of other things.And these theological scholars have answers. And they're proving that the things in the Bible are true even if you're looking at it from a worldly perspective. That it's not just all made up stuff.
And since it's Christmas, I always wonder what a non-believer thinks of Christmas. I have plenty of "atheist" friends who exchange presents and get into the holiday spirit and sing Christmas carols.. But do they even know what they're celebrating? Do they really think that it's just a random day in December that everyone gives gifts? Christmas isn't about "time with family" and traditions and presents and snow.. That's all stuff that has come about because of Jesus and what Christmas is about.

Now Christmas is over.. And I'm still thinking about it.
According to dictionary.com..
Atheist: a person who denies or disbelieves the existence of a supreme being or beings Agnostic: a person who holds that the existence of the ultimate cause, as God, and the essential nature of things are unknown and unknowable, or that human knowledge is limited to experience
Now.. Can people really deny the existence of God? Have they seen the world? Have they seen doctors declare someone surviving a horrific disease a miracle? Have they experienced happiness? Have they experienced pure joy? No, they haven't. Because real, pure joy happens when you're glorifying God, and if you don't believe in Him... No joy.
However, I do find it entertaining how people will claim that they do not believe in God, but.. As soon as a catastrophe happens. As soon as a loved one dies. As soon as something happens that they don't like.. Then it's God's fault.

I think people just choose to take on the title of "atheist" or "agnostic" because they're too lazy or selfish. They don't want to put aside their selfish life style. They don't want to make the effort of looking into the possibility of Christ.
I have never met a Christian that has regretted their life as a Christian. I've met plenty of non believers that regret so much in life. That all they see is the negativity.

There's just such a difference between someone living their life for Christ, and living their life for themselves.

Saturday, December 25, 2010

I Will Rise

I go through phases when something will just be on repeat over and over and over in my head. A line that resonates trough out my heart and soul. And sometimes it's a Bible verse, sometimes it's a line from a sermon, and sometimes it's something from a worship song.

All I've had the last few days is "And I will rise when He calls my name. No more sorrow, no more pain". And it's funny, because it took me a few days to place the line. It even had a tune and everything to it. I thought maybe I'd had a musical moment and just thought of an amazing song! But no, Chris Tomlin beat me to it. :)

There's just something about this song. I get this image in my head of people all over the world, going through their daily lives. Getting coffee, sitting in class, in a meeting for work, talking on the phone.. And then God just calls their name.. "John." "Karen." "Sam." And with no hesitation, and nothing more needing to be said.. They just rise and go. I get goosebumps when I think about it.

When it's God calling you, why wait? Go. Run!


I Will Rise - Chris Tomlin

There's a peace I've come to know
Though my heart and flesh may fail
There's an anchor for my soul
I can say "It is well"

Jesus has overcome
And the grave is overwhelmed
The victory is won
He is risen from the dead

And I will rise when He calls my name
No more sorrow, no more pain
I will rise on eagles' wings
Before my God fall on my knees
And rise
I will rise

There's a day that's drawing near
When this darkness breaks to light
And the shadows disappear
And my faith shall be my eyes

Jesus has overcome
And the grave is overwhelmed
The victory is won
He is risen from the dead

And I hear the voice of many angels sing,
"Worthy is the Lamb"
And I hear the cry of every longing heart,
"Worthy is the Lamb"


Sent from my iPod

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Friday, December 24, 2010

The White Kids.. <3

Okay, I know it's 4 in the morning, but I just got home and I don't have work in the morning so I have no qualms about sleeping in today :)


This is a picture of 6 of the people that have known me the longest. They've known me forever! Let me give you the run down.

The far left is Danny. I've known Danny since 2nd grade. He's the youngest of the group, but only by about two months.

The lady with her arm around Danny is Stephanie! I've known Steph since 4th grade, although we've technically known each other since way before that because her old baby sitter is my neighbor.

The guy in the purple shirt is Nick (he's actually the reason we're all together, it was for his birthday). We all met him our freshman year of high school, but I tend to forget that because he fits with us all so well!

The girlie in front of me is Aileen, but everybody calls her Mae. I've known her since 1st grade, and then I went to another school from 2nd through 6th (where I met everyone else), and we were reunited in 7th grade. We've always called each other our "BFF from first grade until forever!"

Michelle is to the right of me! I've known her since 2nd grade! She was definitely one of my first friends that I made when I switched schools, and we've been friends ever since!

And the last one is Harrison, a.k.a. Ono, a.k.a. Butthead, a.k.a. Loser.. All said with love, of course. I met him in 5th grade, and then proceeded to be in love with him for the next few years (hah! I wasn't the only one..).


Anyways..

We've been affectionately nicknamed "The White Kids" by several people.. Which is funny, because actually, Michelle, Steph, and I are the only full white people.. The rest are all either half or not at all.. Lol

We've had our ups and downs of a group. And some of us hang out more than others - do you know how hard it is to line up 7 people's schedules when we all either work, go to school, or do both?? Some of these guys I see almost every week, and then others I see only every 6 months or so.. But it's always kinda fun to get together. And we rarely ever have ALL of us together! We were all together at Nick's first party at his apartment back in September, but Mae and I were leaving right as Michelle walked in the door, so we weren't really all together. However, on the way home, I was kicking myself because we'd missed the photo opportunity! So tonight, I was determined to get a picture!

And we did. And I kinda think it might be my new favorite picture.

Like I said, we've had our ups and downs (oh the drama that we had in high school!), but us girls will always be sisters, and the boys will always be what completes us into being one dysfunctional family. And I heart them very much <3

Here's some more pictures of us over the years..

6th grade - June 2001

8th grade trip to Washington DC - Spring Break 2003

9th grade Winter Formal - February 2004

Hawaii trip - November 2006

Grad night - June 2007

Watching LQ Band Camp preview - August 2008

Monday, December 13, 2010

It's such a girly predicament..

When I'm having a "blah" day or moment, my reaction is to shut down. I don't like to talk about my problems with everybody and their mother. And I won't just talk about it with just anyone who asks. In fact, if the wrong person asks, it just enhances my mood even more.

I know it's weird, and it's not right. But that's my reaction. Always has been.

You would think that maybe, just maybe, I should just let everybody (and their mother) know that they just need to not ask me what's wrong. "If I want to tell you, I'll talk to you about it. I appreciate the sentiment, but honestly, don't worry about it." However, I can't do that.

1 - Because it's rude. Someone's concerned (whether out of sincerity or out of awkward obligation), and I'm not going to tell them to leave me alone.

2 - It's not true. I don't want everybody to leave me alone. I don't. I want almost everybody to leave me alone. And I know who I want to ask me. Well, actually, it depends on what is bothering me as to who I want to ask me. I have my typical 5 people that I want to ask me. Unfortunately, most of them are guys. And (yes, I'm being sexist here), most guys are horrible at recognizing these things. Or they recognize them, but forget that since we're girls, we do want to talk about it. Or forget that (yes, we're being difficult) if you ask us "is something wrong?" and we say "nothing".. There's a really good chance there really is something, but we want you to ask us again (unless you're dealing with Jenna, who has told me that it takes 3 times for her to typically come clean). Not because we want you to catch us in a "nothing lie", but because I think we mentally want to make sure you really want to know. Anyone can ask and take whatever answer you give them.. But when it's one of the people (at least for me) that I really do want to talk to about my issues.. I want to make sure you really want to know, and aren't just asking because you think you should. Girls tend to be pretty observant on that stuff. Which can be a blessing, and can be a pain.. But most of the time it is definitely a blessing :)

I know, it's girly. It's dumb. It's annoying.

It's actually something I've been working on the last year or so. Phill has this (for lack of a better word) rule for us: complete honesty. And I know that sounds dumb.. Because we should all be completely honest. But how often are we asked simple questions (like "how are you?" or "do you like this shirt?") that we bluff a quick answer ("I'm good, you?" (as you were fighting with your mom on the way to Starbucks) or "it's super cute!" (as you mentally think of 300 shirts you saw at Good Will that look so much better)) without thinking of them as lies, more as "fillers" because it's expected, and it's the easiest answer.

We've all done it.

Anyways, with this "rule", that's not an option between us. And it was annoying at first. Not because I "couldn't lie" - the truth is always better! - but because I was catching myself, or he was catching me, all the time. Mostly about "what's wrong?" type of questions. The "rule" also applies to starting a story, then realizing you shouldn't tell the story, so you say "nevermind". Yeah, I don't get away with "neverminds" anymore. It all comes out now. Which, like I said, was annoying, but I've gotten very used to it.

Where in the world was I going with this..

Oh!

So I've started (not necessarily on purpose, just out of habit, which isn't a bad thing) applying this rule in all aspects of my life. When someone asks how I'm doing, if I'm doing great, I tell them! If I'm having a blah day, I say that "things could be better, but it will be okay"! If someone asks me what I think of an article of clothing that I'm not particularly fond of, I'll find something good to say about it.. Normally along the lines of "That's not my taste, for me, but I think it works for you!", because it's true. If it's a guy, I can normally just straight up tell them I don't like it :)


I don't know why I felt compelled to write this. I had a blah day, but I'm okay now. That's probably why.

Okay, that was a lie. I do know why I wanted to write this. Because I was frustrated that a boy didn't read my mind today to figure out what was going on with me. But that's not his fault, it's my fault. And I should have brought it up instead of fuming over him not knowing I wanted him to ask me - twice. :)

It's such a girly predicament. And it's no one's fault but mine.

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Wednesday, December 08, 2010

Netflix.. You confuse me greatly.

This greeted me on the home page of Netflix Watch Instantly today..

And I honestly have no clue as to how Arrested Development and The Office would imply that I would enjoy VeggieTales, Scooby Doo, and Super Mario Brothers.

Anyone? Cuz I don't get it..

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Tuesday, December 07, 2010

Interesting articles

I'm lying here in bed, watching Wizard of Oz as my background noise while trying to drift off into unconsciousness.. And I got distracted and started reading through some of the blogs of some of the awesome Christian speakers of today.

John Piper

John MacArthur

Al Mohler

CJ Mahaney


And I've decided to post a link to some of the articles I enjoyed reading..


Bankruptcy in the Cathedral - Al Mohler
(My take on the Crystal Cathedral's bankruptcy can be found here)

It's God's Will That You Suffer for Righteousness' Sake - John MacArthur
(Intriguing to me because I wrote about suffering recently, too)

Marriage Outside the Faith? The Logic of Christian Marriage - Al Mohler
(Some facts on why marrying outside your faith is bad, other than because you're not supposed to be unequally yoked)

Pornography - The Difference Being a Parent Makes - Al Mohler
(I like that this shows - kinda sorta - Steve Jobs' paternal side)

The Submissive Wife - John MacArthur
(I've written on this before, too. There's nothing wrong with a man being in charge!)

Questions to Ask When Preparing for Marriage - John Piper
(I thought this was interesting! And something that everyone should read, even if they're just in the dating or predating stages of a relationship. Because it's stuff you can keep in the back of your mind as you're getting to know each other)


That's just a few of them :)


And for the record, I've definitely started writing three blog posts in the last few days, and I haven't finished any of them.. So I'm proud I'm finishing this one :)

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Friday, December 03, 2010

Arrested Development

I live this show, oh so much.

And I just the "theme and characteristics" of the show (based on Wikipedia) and it's completely true, but I'm glad I fell in love with the show before I read it, because it sounds much worse than it is.

"The show focuses on the tension that developed among the members of the Bluth family, primarily from their diminished spending power. Each show pulls from a mix of sibling rivalries, unresolvedoedipal conflicts, sexual incompatibilities, personalidentity crisesadolescent trauma, aging, pride, miscommunication, lying, guilt, subterfuge, determination, immigration, manipulation, mutilation, social status anxiety, incest taboo, alcoholism,narcissism and a wide variety of other themes."

Oh how I love it. Michael Cera as a munchkin is adorable <3

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Wednesday, December 01, 2010

If my life were on TV..

It's not a secret that I love reality shows. I swear I've blogged about it before (probably on my other blog somewhere), but I just skimmed over the titles and I couldn't find it.

Of all of my reality show obsessions, I can't deny that the Kardashians are my favorite. I don't know why. Maybe it's how they can do such horrible things like getting a DUI and having sex tapes leaked.. But in the end, they stick together cuz they're a family.

A lot of people relate to them, just because they go through the guy drama, family drama, work drama.. It's just on a grander scale and is in front of the spot light. I honestly can't say that I relate to them, just that they're so interesting.


Anyway, I was reading their newly released book Kardashian Konfidential today, and they were telling their life stories.. And I kept thinking about what it would be like if I were in their shoes. Not that I was Kim, Kourtney, or Khloe (hey, I would fit in as Kelsey, huh?), but if I was in their shoes as who I am.

How would the reality show look? Just put mine and my family's lives on the TV.

It's interesting to think about.

Cameras following Jenna, Selah, and I around to work, church, school, friends, home..

A camera watching me at work, as I talk, help, and deal with people. It would catch my (way too frequent) eye rolls as PEBCAC issues arise. They'd catch me laughing a lot. It'd probably cause issues (other than the distraction of a camera crew filling the office and legality issues) because you'd be ble to tell which people I enjoy helping more than others. Lol. It'd be interesting, though.

A camera following me to church would be cool. Get Pastor Mike's sermons (or snippets of them) out in the world beyond our church. It would show the amazing awesomeness of what a real, growing, God-focused church family looks like - and not the craziness that they always seem to display Christians as in the media. You'd see the genuine love for Christ and for each other. You could see that we know how to have fun. And we know how to please Christ. And I just think it'd be awesome!

Hah! A camera team following me at school would probably be really boring. It'd show me in class, reading a book behind my purse, texting under the desk, or doodling in my notebook (hey! I'm a multitasker!). It'd probably show me wide eyed at the craziness of liberal teachers and self focused fellow college students. I've lost track of how many times my jaw seems to hit the ground because of proclamations that teachers make.

I wonder what a camera would pick up when I'm with my friends. And what friends? My church friends or my school friends? Both? Would it show me acting differently around my different groups of friends? I hope not, that's something I've been working on the last few years, and I feel like I don't act differently now. It'd honestly probably show how happy I am when I mixed my worlds. It'd show how sad I get when I realize the lack of faith in a lot of my friends, and how much I love spiritual talks with any of them (believers or not).

They'd follow me to Disneyland with Phill, car rides with Nicole or Michelle, watching movies at Nick's with Mae, hanging with Ben, Phill, and Kimmie at the boys' house, and standing in line for midnight showings for hours on end.

And family time. That would be fun, actually. Like a constant streaming of home videos. It'd catch us laughing and talking. And stealing each others' food when one leaves the room and fighting over the softest blanket. It'd also show me in my room reading or on my laptop. Jenna napping on the couch. Mom sewing flags at the table. Dad reading on the couch or porch. It'd show Selah and Kenny coming over. Selah talking about baking or work, and Kenny sitting on the couch to see if there's a football game on the TV. It would rarely show us fighting or arguing. It'd probably be a good couple of seasons before you'd see any of that.


They'd probably catch a heck of a lot more - good and bad. It probably would only last a few episodes, because I don't think most people would understand, love, and enjoy my life the way that I do.

But at least it be some sweet videos for me :)

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Monday, November 29, 2010

It's not in my hands..

There are so many things I could blog about. But there's some things that should be kept private. For now, at least.

Let's just say that God is amazing. I don't know what He's doing or what His long or short term plan is.. But it's His plan. And that's such a relief off of my shoulders.


For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope.
Jeremiah 29:11

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Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Sweetly Broken, Wholly Surrendered

So this might be a little silly, but on my list of 5.5 billions reasons as to why I'm thankful for my God is the music! He has gifted His people with such amazing talent and passion for Him to be able to create such phenomenal music.. All to glorify Him.

Oh worship music..

How sad for non believers.. This is an entire genre of music that they will never fully appreciate or understand for as long as they are called non believers.


This is the newest one that is stuck in my head. And, apparently I'm not the only one.


Sweetly Broken - Jeremy Riddle

To the cross I look, to the cross I cling
Of its suffering I do drink
Of its work I do sing

For on it my Savior both bruised and crushed
Showed that God is love
And God is just

At the cross You beckon me
You draw me gently to my knees, and I am
Lost for words, so lost in love,
I’m sweetly broken, wholly surrendered

What a priceless gift, undeserved life
Have I been given
Through Christ crucified

You’ve called me out of death
You’ve called me into life
And I was under Your wrath
Now through the cross I’m reconciled

In awe of the cross I must confess
How wondrous Your redeeming love and
How great is Your faithfulness

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Tuesday, November 23, 2010

I had this problem when I first got my iPod Touch..

And it's still an issue..

I plug in my iPod, and iTunes tells me that there's a new software version available! Yay!



But then I click "Update", and it tells me that my iTunes is up to date?



Two comments:
1 - My iTunes isn't up to date. I should be on 10, but because of the OS for my Mac that I'm running, I can't go to 10.
2 - Why when I click update for the iOS, does it resort to lying to my about my iTunes?

I can't remember how I did it when I first got the device.. I remember calling the Apple store and they told me my iPod might have come with a problem on it.. But I ended up getting it to work.

This is annoying.

Dear Apple, I'm tired of having a love/hate relationship with you.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Vegetarian, Pescetarian, bippity, boppity, boop

This morning, a friend posted a link to this blog post that is a post by a woman who has been a vegan for 3.5 years. And she was the all out vegan. A "vegan celebrity blogger" if you will (yes, they exist). But, because of some major health reasons (all addressed in the blog), she's had to allow meat and animal based food back into her life. The blog goes into detail about how hard the decision was. How many doctors visits and people she seeked advice from.. How she tried to hide it from friends and family..

I've been a pescetarian now for a little more than a year and a half. A pescetarian is basically a vegetarian that also eats fish. I also eat shrimp.

I don't not eat meat because I feel that animals shouldn't be killed for food. If you want to eat meat, go ahead! I think it's a person's preference as to what they decide to eat. I don't believe animals go to heaven (see previous post), so I don't feel bad about eating them. I don't think they have the ability to glorify and live a life for God, so I don't think it's taking anything away from our sole purpose for life. So I don't care if people eat meat.

I don't eat meat because I thought it'd be a fun challenge for myself. It wasn't a long, thought out decision. I quite literally woke up the morning I turned 20, and decided I was done eating meat. It wasn't a hard decision, as I was already a picky eater. I didn't (don't) like steak, I didn't (don't) like hamburgers, I didn't (don't) like turkey, and I'm really picky about chicken. There's also other things I don't like: peanut butter, celery, raisins, beans, tomatoes, sour cream, milk from a fridge other than mine, soda in a can that's not cold.. So cutting out the meat wasn't hard at all.

Anyways, so I was reading The Voracious Vegan's post, and it wasn't the actual blog that shocked me. I think it's really interesting and I feel bad that she has had to change her lifestyle (she wasn't doing it "just for fun", she was doing it because she feels it's wrong to eat animals). It was the negative comments she received that had me mind boggled! The first handful of comments below the blog were so encouraging! Some people were even saying that they've had to do the same exact thing, or that "I don't agree, but I support you" and "I won't continue to read your blog, but good luck and I'm glad you're healthy again!". And then there were the downright spiteful and cruel posts! "You weren't doing it right", and some people saying that the entire blog is written an maintained by a website company, and not by an actual person!

So I was even more intrigued, and decided to take a look at her Twitter.. And she has gotten such an insane response from people! Again, some good, some bad. Getting bashed by the vegan community. "The doctors don't know what they're talking about!", "You're just giving up!", "Your blog was a scheme to get into the vegan community and then uproot it from the inside"..

They're getting so worked up over this! It's so intriguing!

Kudos to you if you're a vegan, vegetarian, pescetarian, or picky eater! Eat the way you want for whatever reason you want! And if you are a judgemental one of those type of eaters.. Calm down! If those people start eating meat.. Those animals are already dead. And if they don't eat them, somebody else will. Take a breath.

The end.

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Wednesday, November 17, 2010

When a pet dies..

Today, I came to a realization. I didn't "suddenly" realize this, because my family, friends, and I joke about this happening all the time, but today it was very real.

My dog is getting old. Which means that she is most likely closer to death than to life right now.

I've never been one to hope, think, or pray that dogs or pets go to Heaven. Yes, there will be animals (for example, Revelation 19:11-14 talks about horses and birds in Heaven), but I guess I've always imagined that they're animals that were created and lived in Heaven, not earthly animals that were saved (P.S. it's interesting to read Google's finds for "animals in Heaven"). I've never believed animals to have a "spirit" or a conscience to make decisions other than "eat food", "bark at cat", "chase ball". Some have loving characteristics and stuff.. But I don't believe an animal can make the conscience acknowledgment of "Jesus is the Son of God, He died on the cross for our sins, and then rose again three days later". If they can, well that's awesome. But as I stand right now, I don't think so. And I'm okay with this. I'm okay with there not being tons of Fido's, Fluffy's, Max's, and Princess' hanging out behind the pearly gates. I'm perfectly fine knowing that all of the goldfish I've had over time and the two dogs we've had not being in Heaven. There are going to be way, way more important and amazing things going on in Heaven than throwing a ball around with a dog. And I can't wait.


All of that to say.. I'm really going to miss Ali when she dies. And I don't have any reason to believe she'll be going to Heaven.


Let me tell you a little bit about her. Why? Because this is my blog, and I can write what I want. And if you don't want to know about her, then you can hit that little X or back arrow up in the corner and you don't have to hear about her :)


First off, everyone calls her Ali, but her real name is Allegro Mono Troppo. If you're a musical person, you probably recognize at least "Allegro". Allegro Mono Troppo means "lively, but not too lively", in reference to the tempo of a musical piece.

Before Ali, we had a black lab named Ebony who was a great dog. She died when she was twelve while my mom, sisters, and I were back east visiting my dad's family. My dad found her in the backyard and she was disposed of before we got home. Which, honestly, for little kids, was probably a good thing.

A few years passed, and I honestly can't ever remember really asking for a new dog. But, Christmas morning of 1998, my mom woke Selah, Jenna, and I up at 6 in the morning and told us to walk down the hall together. This was odd, because, as most humans under the age of 12, it is OUR job to run into the parental's bedroom to wake them up on Christmas morning. But not Christmas of 2008.

My mom told us to walk down the hall together, and as we reached the living room, the dog barked, my dad (who was sitting in the "blue chair" in the corner) released the dog's leash, and the squeals and screams ensued. The red ribbon'd dog ran amongst us barking and wagging her tail. We had a dog! Like Ebony, (the soon to be named) Ali she was a black lab. Six months old, house trained, and perfect!

I remember we took her to the elementary school around the corner later that morning. And I remember being terrified as my parents demonstrated their confidence in the dog when they took off her leash and let her run all over the field of the school. I can remember being convinced that she was going to run straight out of one of the three gates on the other side of the school, and that this dog was only going to last us a few hours! But, she didn't. And all was well.


Two days later (the first Sunday) as we left for church, Ali bolted out the gate and took off down the street. My dad went chasing after her, and I thought she was gone for good. But dad caught her and all was well.

On a Friday morning the following June, as we were packing up and getting ready to head off to OCF camp for the weekend, Ali got hit by a car. It was early and we were packing up he huge Penske that was parked in front of our house. My dad walked around the truck in the street and Ali (who had been prancing around the front yard as she was used to) decided to chase after him. Only to be stopped in her energetic game by a car zooming down our street. She did a somersault, we all screamed, and she came running over, excited for the new attention! However, for those of us heading off to camp for the weekend, leaving the happy, limping dog was the last thing we wanted. But, we had to go.

I remember clutching a black lab Beanie Baby named Luke the entire bus ride up as I cried and cried, convinced that Ali was dying at home. Thinking that most of her family (dad stayed home) had abandoned her. Saturday morning when we were in the dining hall for breakfast, my sisters and I scoured the hall for my mom, expecting to hear the horrible news of the death of our new puppy. When she wasn't there, I was convinced that she was just trying to find the way to tell us, but she just couldn't find the way. Near the end of the meal, she walked in and went to her table. Selah, Jenna, and I ran over to her, holding back our tears. Only for her to tell us that Ali was perfectly fine! Daddy had even spoiled her and let her sleep on the bed. Tears of happiness!

Three more sad/health related things, then I'll get to happy!

A few years later, I want to say it was August of 2002, Ali broke her tail.

We have no idea how it happened, only a theory.

Anyone who's met Ali knows that she is a ridiculously happy dog. And as with most dogs.. Happy dog = wagging tail. Ali's tail wags, and it's strong.

So my theory is that something in the middle of the night got her excited, and the she hit it so hard against a wall that it broke - a testament to the strength of her tail is to look at the dents on the corner of the kitchen island.

I was in Colorado with my grandparents and Selah at the time, and we got the phone call while we were sitting by a river, drinking Starbucks in the town of Estes in the Rockies. It was one of those things that was funny, but only because of how sad it was!

She'd come into my parents room in the middle of the night, and just wouldn't leave them alone. So they got out of bed, and (as most people tend to do with animals) asked her what was wrong. And she responded "Well..". Okay, just kidding. No response, just whimpering.

The thing that's sad about a broken tail is that.. Well.. When a dog won't stop moving, what do you tell it to do? Sit. But, when a dog sits, its tail hits the ground. Which, if it's broken, is painful, so they jump up and whimper. Which causes you to pet them, which causes them to be happy, which causes their broken tail to wag, resulting in more whimpering and moving around, which makes you want to to them to sit down, which...

So yes, sad, but funny.

Anyways, she was taken to the vet, diagnosed.. And they couldn't do anything like give her a cast.. So she just kinda had to suck it up for a few days.

Her tail is now normal.

At some point during my high school years.. She had a stroke. Yes, dogs can have strokes. I don't remember exactly when, or how we realized it. But suddenly.. Half of her face didn't work. She couldn't use one eye. And the drooling, oh, the drooling! Food would get stuck in her mouth and she didn't know. It was so sad! We had eye stuff to give her for her one eye that wouldn't blink. And when she looked at you and "smiled", only half of her face would change. It was so sad!

Now, though, it's funny. Ask any of my friends. I think it's only funny because she didn't die and she stopped drooling. She still stares at us crooked, though.

And the last health issue we've had with her is her tumor.

For the longest time, she had this tumor on her back about the size of half a golf ball. It was no big deal, just something to get used to when petting her. However, in 2009, it started to grow. And not just kind of grow. It sprouted to the size of a softball. It was no longer just something you found if you were petting her. You could see it. From a mile away. It was hard. You could barely put your hand around it.

And mommy, being a sucker for this dog, let her get surgery. We don't know if it was cancerous or anything. But we do know that since she got her Little Friend removed, she suddenly had a ton of energy! It's like the tumor really was a "little friend" and it was sucking the life out of her.

But it's gone. And a dog recovering from anesthesia is entertaining and sad, for the record.


Ali is a funny dog.

Playing instruments around her is amazing and difficult. She matches pitch. She howls, points her nose upward, makes a little, tiny hole with her "lips" and howls. And she doesn't howl because she hates it. If we practice an instrument in a closed room, she'll poke her nose at the door for us to open, and if we don't, she'll sit outside the door. And it is next to impossible to play an instrument with any sort of attempt at an embouchure with that face (which is crooked because of the stroke) staring at you.

She chases her tail. We always joke that she learned how to chase her tail while she was waiting to be adopted because she had no toys. She chases her tail, catches it, and then stops and starts chasing it going the other way.

Ever since getting hit by the car, venturing beyond our yard holds no appeal to her whatsoever. Sometimes she'll bolt out the gate into the front yard with us, and other times she'll just meander out. And when she is out front, she'll just sit there. Or stand there. Sometimes she'll walk up to people that are walking in front of our house, but not until they're actually in front of our house. Same thing with dogs that venture our way. It's nice to have a dog that you don't have to worry about.

In fact, (and this has happened on more than one occasion) I've left for church before around 9 (been the last person to leave my house), and been the first person home at 1.. And the gate hadn't been closed all the way, and Ali got out. However, upon coming home 4 hours later, she was just sitting in front of the gate. Looking like she'd never gone past right where she was.

I love it when it's windy out or there are birds walking on the sky lights. She cries! And whines. Until she gets attention, and then she continues!

She'll bark and sound ferocious towards the lawn men as they walk up to the house, but as soon as the gate is opened, she'll go running behind the pool.

Not so much anymore, but for the first few years, Ali hated us being in the pool. Our pool in an above ground pool, and she can't see in. So she'd patrol the pool, walking around it, and jumping up on the edges to see in. I don't know what she'd do if we had happened to drown (in our 4 ft pool... hah!), but I like to imagine that she'd sprint up the steps of the pool deck, dive in, and try to save us. Doubtful, but I'll pretend.

She loves our family. We always joke that she "counts" us. When we come home form some place, she counts to see if anyone in the family is missing. And it's like she knows if someone's not there. Or, Heaven forbid(!) you leave the house with 4 people, but only come home with 2. And when that happens with suitcases accompanying.. Oh my. You might as well never come home. "You lost them!". It's amazing.

Also, she knows what our cars sound like. Not just what our doors sound like, but the engines. More specifically, my dad's motorcycle. When she hears it coming from around the corner, she'll run into the living room (or wherever my mom is in the house) and bark and whine until she gets up to greet my dad in the garage. It's really, very entertaining.

Oh, and anytime you walk in the door (if she hears you slam the gate), she will greet you with a toy. And add more dents to the kitchen island.

We always call her endearing names like "Stupid", "Ugly", "Four Legged Freak", "Black Haired Smelly Thing".. And she always looks up at us and smiles.

Hahah, We also always joke that she doesn't belong in our family. (Warning: I promise you, we're not racists) "You're black!" "Your hair makes you asian!" "We don't have four legs in this family!".. But, there's no way she belongs any place else other than our household. Besides, the black hair makes Brian not be the only black haired Asian in the family :)

Anyways, that was way more information about my dog than anyone needed to know. All I know is that when she finally does die, which is going to happen.. It's going to be very sad. She's a part of this family. And she's been a great dog.

I think I'll submit this as her Obituary when she dies. Do they do obits for animals?

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Monday, November 15, 2010

Friday Night Lights

I don't know what it is about this show, but I love it!

I didn't have any deep adoration for the movie, but this show..

Maybe it's the sport.

I don't live in Texas, so I don't understand the ridiculous passion for football. But I can relate to it.

The long hours of practice. The frustration with team mates. Oh, the frustration with the staff and coaches. The lazy people. The way too serious people. The sweat. The tears. The traveling. The complete thrill of winning. And the utter despair of losing. The feeling of winning when you don't deserve it. And losing when you tried your hardest. The inside jokes. The friendships. The passion. The smell (hah!).

Oh yes, I get it.

Or maybe it's the relationship between the main husband and wife.

How it is so evident how much they love each other. But, throughout the show, you witness their frustration with each other. That there are some days that they just plain can't stand each other. However, you know they still love each other with all their hearts. They laugh. They fight. They tease. The love.


It's just a well rounded show. And I highly recommend it :) I've lost track of how many people I've gotten hooked on this Texas football show.. But no one's hated it yet! The first four seasons (the fifth one is on now) are all on Netflix Watch Instantly.. Or I have them all on DVD :)

I also recommend The West Wing, but that's just cuz I'm a total nerd..

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Tuesday, November 09, 2010

Suffering, it's gonna happen.

I don't know how many times I've heard sermons about suffering.

Some preachers approach it in a "YOU WILL SUFFER!" attitude, some address it in a "well, we deserve it, so we're going to suffer", and then others don't talk about it. They don't want to talk about the wrathful side of God and the "ugly" side of our faith.

I don't like calling it the ugly side. Because honestly, it's the side we deserve.

Every single time a pastor addresses it, I get excited. Well, excited might not be the right word.. I get.. Impatient.

I can't wait. I want to suffer for Christ. I want to.

But I feel like pastors always say things like "We've all suffered. We all know what it's like to be an outcast and made fun of for our faith".. And I always sit there and think... When?

When have I ever felt that way? And I promise that I was not one of those public school kids that just did the church thing on Sundays and then during the week pretended that I was just another kid. Yes, I had my phases where I did things where I wasn't who I should have been. But I can almost guarantee that anyone that has talked to me for more than an hour knows where my heart lies.

My friends and classmates all knew that I was a believer. But I don't feel like I ever suffered. I always try and genuinely think about when I've felt like a true outcast because of my faith.. At a party when I'm not getting plastered? No, because I'm fine with them knowing that the reason I'm not doing it is because that's not for me because the Bible tells us not to get drunk. Sitting in a room when my friends talk about sex? I don't feel like an outcast because I can't contribute. I'm proud of the fact that I know how to control myself and that there's more to relationships than that. Deciding to leave before other people on a Saturday because I have church the next morning? If they think it's weird, then they know they are more than welcomed to come with me!

Maybe I've just been surrounded by upstanding citizens that are okay with people that are different? No, I haven't been. But I still don't feel like I've suffered.

Have I suffered like losing my house? Losing my parents? Breaking bones? Going broke? Being jobless? No, I haven't. And I'm thankful for that. But even my car accident. Car totaled.. But I don't consider that suffering. That's just a part of life.

But Christ tells us that we will suffer. We will suffer.


Indeed, all who desire to live a godly life in Christ Jesus will be persecuted.

2 Timothy 3:12 (ESV)

We will be persecuted. We will suffer.

We will ache, agonize, be wounded, deteriorate, hurt, writhe..

Sounds fun, huh?

You can also look at it as enduring, experiencing, letting it happen...

It's about how you handle it.

2 Timothy 4:7 tells you what you should be able to say before, during and after the suffering.

I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.


We will suffer. Expect suffering. Be eager for suffering.

Christ tells us that we will suffer, so don't be surprised when it happens.

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Monday, November 08, 2010

Mind Boggling

I don't understand these religions with multiple gods (that is lowercase on purpose, there's one God, not several wannabes).

I won't pretend that I can even pretend to grasp what these different gods do. But from what I've heard.. In some cases.. Each god represents something different (happiness, disease, wealth, fertility, etc). And if something happens (for example, if you lose all your money), it's because you didn't satisfy the god that would be directly related to the action (so in this case, you ticked off the wealth god). Or if you can't get pregnant, you need to make offerings and pray to the fertility god.

I just don't get how people could fall for that. And not just a few people, but hundreds of thousands of millions of people (from scholars down to high school drop outs) that believe that everything that happens is their fault because they upset these.. "spiritual beings"..

They call it faith. I, honestly, call it stupidity. And that might be harsh.. But faith isn't about the things that make you feel good. It's not just about the promise of Heaven. It's not just about the unconditional love. It's about remembering the pain and suffering - and being grateful beyond belief for what He went through. It's about knowing that the only thing, the ONLY thing that we deserve is Hell - but again, being grateful and in awe of Christ's grace and mercy. It's about knowing that adding or subtracting anything to the Bible - which is God's word - (like adding more "gods").. Well, according to Revelation 22:18-19, you will lose your share in the Tree of Life and in the Holy City.. Oh, and plagues! (I think Mormons like to ignore those verses).. And it's knowing this, and knowing that anyone who does add or subtract is not a believer, and is not leading you in the right direction. Quite the opposite (direction), actually.

Anyways, back on topic.. One God (that's with a capital G) is all that there is. Karma doesn't exist, because God already has everything planned out. God doesn't make someone infertile because they didn't burn enough incense in His name.. They're infertile because it's part of God's plan. And part of having a real relationship with Him is throwing your hands up in the air and admitting that it is completely out of your hands.. And being okay with that.

I don't know if that got me back on topic. I just watched Eat Pray Love with Julia Roberts in it.. And those type of movies drive me absolutely crazy. And it kills me when they resort to these other religions for "happiness" in movies.. Or when they feel like their life will be incomplete, and they can't be truly happy until they're married. Drives me up a wall.

I'm thankful for my God and what He sent His Son to do for me. And I'm glad that I know the Truth. And my heart breaks for those that are blindly following and trusting in false gods. I pray their hearts, eyes, and minds start questioning the things they're being taught, and that they find people that can point them in the Right direction..

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Tuesday, November 02, 2010

Good works. Great God.

For by grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of ourselves, it is a gift from God. Not of works, lest anyone should boast.
Ephesians 2:8-9

Not by works of righteousness which we have done, but according to His mercy, He saved us through the washing of regeneration and renewing of the Holy Spirit.
Titus 3:5

How can Catholics believe in the Bible, and yet believe that Salvation is works based?

In fact, according to faithforcatholics.org, "...the Catholic Church teaches that faith is important; but it also insists on the necessity of good works to merit eternal life."

Maybe I'm reading that with a negative tone.. But how I interpret that is "yeah, faith is important, but it is necessary to do good works to gain good works."

I'm so thankful that I know my salvation isn't something that I can gain or lose based on how many bowls of soup I serve at a homeless shelter or how many kids I tutor in math.. And that verse proves it. Our salvation is because of God's grace and mercy. And nothing more.

Mercy: not getting something we deserve (Hell)
Grace: getting something we don't deserve (Heaven)

We deserve Hell, but God gives us Heaven. And not because of "good works".

There's nothing wrong with doing "good works". But the reasoning behind it is important. "Good works" is something we do as Believers because we know it honors God.. Not because it's something we have to do to earn favor with Him to reserve our spots in Heaven.

Jesus already did the "greatest good" that anyone could do. His "good work" is the only reason we can go to Heaven.

Doing "good works" to ensure our salvation is like people still believing that sacrificing a lamb is necessary. It demeans what Christ did for us on the cross. It's like saying what He did for us wasn't good enough, so we have to keep doing it.


Thank You for the cross.
Thank You for the cross.
Thank You for the cross, my Friend.

(Once Again - Matt Redman)

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Saturday, October 23, 2010

My Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week.. With a smile.

To say that this week was just like any other week would be a lie. A very, very big lie.

But it's a Saturday afternoon, it's not raining at this exact second, and I can't help but laugh and be grateful.

God has a sense of humor, and if you don't think that's true, then you've been worshiping the wrong god.


We all know what a normal eyeball looks like..

Well, this was my eye on Tuesday.

I have a thing for being horrible at car maintenance.

For example, the first time I had to get my brakes changed, this is what my brake pads looked like:


And this is what a brand new brake pad looks like.

Needless to say, I haven't gotten any better at maintenance over the years.. So I got my brakes done on Wednesday (that took until Thursday) which required new brake pads and rotors on my front wheels, costing about $300.

And then.. The highlight of my week.. I got into an accident yesterday.

This is what my car looked like when I got it in August of 2007.

And this is what it looks like now.

P.S. I also put new tires on all four wheels two weeks ago.


It was ridiculously emotional to clean out my car yesterday. This was my first car. My first big purchase. The end of high school, the start of the "real world". So many memories in that car. Good and bad. And it was a ridiculous bummer.

BUT! There are some random things to be thankful for!

1 - My car registration is due in November, and I hadn't paid it yet. That's about $130 that I could have paid and would have basically gone right down the drain.

2 - I needed gas. It was going to be my first stop after work. So that's $50 I didn't spend.

3 - AAA got there very fast, so I was only in tears on the side of the freeway for about 20 minutes.

4 - It was down the freeway from work, and everyone was very willing to come help me and get me and do whatever I needed. It was so reassuring to know that if my mom or someone couldn't come help me, that I would still be in good hands.

**Sidenote: I called my office to say I'd be late/wasn't coming in before I called my mom, dad, AAA, tow truck, 911.. I'm not sure what normal protocol is there. But I feel like I probably should have called my mom first. It all worked out fine, but I still find it kind of entertaining. The other lady was asking for my driver's license, and I handed it to her and said "I'll be right back, I need to call the office".. Hahah..

5 - My mom was able to come get me. I've dealt with minor fender benders, but never has it been to the point of needing a tow truck. I had no clue where we were going to need to take my car. But my mom was able to leave where she was and come get me and handle it. There are some days when I'm super independent and think I can do everything on my own, and then there are days when I just want my mommy. Yesterday was one of those days. Love you, mom!

**Sidenote: My mom saved me on Wednesday as well when I was in tears at the brake place because they were keeping my car overnight and I didn't know how I was going to get home and how I was going to be able to keep housesitting.. And mom was able to come get me (Jenna tried, but she went to the wrong brake place.. Hahah She tried though, and I love her for it!) and figure out the plan as we were a car down.

**Extra Sidenote: On Wednesday when I called my mom to explain the brake ordeal, I was in tears, sobbing that "They have my car and I don't know what we'll do about housesitting cuz they won't give it to me and I was trying to be good and get my brakes done and.." and my mom was like "Are you okay?" and I responded "Yeah, I'm okay, BUT..".. Well, later that day my mom mentioned that when I call her in hysterics, I need to START the phone call with "I'm okay, but.." and then go into the saga. So yesterday, when I called to tell my mom I was on the side of the freeway cuz I totaled my car, I started out the conversation the way we discussed "Mom, I'm okay, but.. I was in a car accident and I can't drive it and the CHP is here and the other lady..".. That was probably a phone call where.. Well.. I kinda wasn't okay exactly.. But I started it out the right way!

6 - I wasn't injured. I have chemical burns on one of my arms from the air bags (which, if you've never experienced airbags.. consider yourself lucky. The yellow smoke and smell was almost more terrifying than the glass cracking and not knowing if my car was going to explode or not..). I also have a light bruise from the seatbelt and a little bruise on my stomach, but it's not too bad. I'm sore today a little bit, but I know it could all be a lot worse.

7 - Seatbelt and airbags! I know I just complained about the airbags, but I am thankful for them! Everything would have been a lot worse if I didn't have airbags or a seat belt!

8 - The CHP officer that came was ridiculously nice! He was very much concerned about making sure both parties involved were okay, and he could have had an attitude that could have easily made the whole thing be so much worse.

9 - I received countless phone calls, texts, Facebook messages, Tweets, emails, etc checking on me. I was exhausted after the adrenaline wore off, so if I didn't respond, I apologize. But I am so thankful for everyone that reached out! More importantly, I'm thankful for the prayers that came with the messages. Knowing that I had people praying for me was so comforting and reassuring.

10 - God was watching out for me. I have no doubt in my mind. And it's only because of Him that I can actually find the good things in this whole crummy situation. It's all a part of His plan and I can't wait to see what unfolds because of it.


I'll miss my car.. But it was just a car.

I'm fine, and I'm thankful for that!


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Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Unexpected Dilemna

I went to the doctor today to have them look at my eyeballs. After she diagnosed my with conjunctivitis (aka pink eye), she asked me if I had any other health related questions.

It'd been a few years since I'd asked this particular question, so I figure I might as well take a chance, see what the new theories are.

"Well, I've had this case of the hiccups for a long time. But they're not normal hiccups.. Anything for that?"

Now, for those of you creeping on my page who haven't hung out with me in awhile or haven't been around me for more than an hour at a time.. I have the hiccups. It's not the normal hiccups that last for twenty minutes that come every 30-60 seconds. It's one or two hiccups every hour to a half hour. Every single day. Since I turned 13. I'm now 21. That's 8 years (going on 9 in February).

When I was 16, I was at the doctor at mentioned the hiccups, and the explanation was "It's just part of growing up"..

That's an acceptable excuse when I'm 16, but I'm 21 now. Time for a new reason, please.

Today, my doctor gave me a prescription! To get rid of them! She prescribed me metoclopramide. After doing some research online, there's nothing about hiccups and such. She said that they use it a lot for people that get nauseous when they eat or something. But, this is what they prescribe for people that walk into the clinic when they've had "normal" hiccups for like, a week straight and stuff.

Anyways, so I'm sitting here in bed, staring at the bottle. And I can't decide if I want to take them.

My hiccups have been a part of my life now for about 40% of my existence.

They don't define me, I know that.

And I've always been willing to try any old wives tale (drink water upside down, etc), but in the back of my head I was always going into it knowing that I wasn't expecting it to work.

But this.. It could really, really work. A doctor has given me something that could actually get rid of them.

My hiccups have always been great ice breakers.

They hold a lot of memories.. There's a duck in the tree! (haha even though those were Michelle's hiccups) Where's my brown french fry!? You just swallowed your laugh! How is that possible!?

Selah's had them for three years longer than me.. Maybe SHE should take the pills!

Hmm.. It's just weird to think about. Do I want to really take a chance at really getting rid of them?

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Monday, October 18, 2010

Bankruptcy.

I've never been impressed with the Crystal Cathedral (sure, they have a pretty building. That's about it. I'd meet in a shack on the highway if I felt the teaching was theologically sound). And I'm not even going to get into the fact that they have a female pastor.


But.. Today, they filed for bankruptcy.

I don't know what to do with that.

The wicked borrow and do not repay, but the righteous give generously.
Psalm 37:21

When you make a vow to God, do not delay in fulfilling it. He has no pleasure in fools; fulfill your vow. It is better not to vow than to make a vow and not fulfill it.
Ecclesiastes 5:4-5

Let no debt remain outstanding, except the continuing debt to love one another, for he who loves his fellowman has fulfilled the law.
Romans 13:18


Granted, I don't know all the details. They filed Chapter 11 Bankruptcy. I've read that they're over $40 million in debt. I know their leadership has changed recently.

But I do know that when I read that they were filing for bankruptcy, my heart sank, because I can't imagine what the effect of this will be.

Maybe it will have no affect.

But I can just see tons of people out there (that are struggling financially) look and see "Hey, if a church can file for bankruptcy, it must mean that God has given us this option to get out of debt!".

Or I can see Athiests dubbing this as an example of "when you trust 'God', everything blows up in your face".

I mean, the government's in debt, and now a "megachurch" is in debt and has filed bankruptcy..

Why not everyone else?


Steve Lawson taught on Spiritual Bankruptcy (download sermon here!) at Resolved in 2009.
He reminded us that we need to admit that we are completely bankrupt without Christ. That we have failed, that our life is worthless without Him. Spiritual growth can't happen until you realize that you are Spiritually poor on your own. Filing Spiritual Bankruptcy is recognizing your own Spiritual state, to recognize that you are nothing compared to God and you have fallen short. To recognize that you have aboslutely nothing, NOTHING. Everything you have is because of Christ. Only in Spiritual Bankruptcy can you experience the fullness of God.

That's the type of bankruptcy you should file.


I didn't see any of the articles quoting Pastor Sheila saying that "this was something we prayed long and hard about". She did say "For these reasons, the Ministry now finds it necessary to seek the protection of a Chapter 11"...

A direct quote from the OC Register...
Penner, executive producer of the "Hour of Power" and teaching pastor, said the Chapter 11 may not have been necessary had a few creditors worked more patiently with the church. "A few didn't want to play ball," he said. "They tried to get ahead of the others. It became difficult for us to hold the coalition of vendors together."

I just have issues with the vendors being blamed for wanting to get paid. "A few didn't want to play ball"?... As in.. A few didn't want to wait longer and longer to get paid... Why not admit that they messed up their finances? That maybe they haven't had the right type of leadership in place to deal with the change in economy...

At another point in that same article, I feel like Penner's just making excuses..

"Churches and synagogues rely on membership fees and donations," he said. "With the tough economy, their cash flow has suffered significantly, leading to increased foreclosures and bankruptcy filings."

Most churches just rely on donations, and not membership fees.. And most humans rely on a salary, and not on membership fees and donations.. It's how churches survive. It's how everyone else survives. Businesses survive on selling things. It's how it's always been. Not a very compelling justification. And a casual way at kind of saying "well, everyone's doing it".. You're a church, you're supposed to be followers of Christ and leaders to your congregation and to nonbelievers... You should be an example to others..

I'm sad with the fact that Bankruptcy is the way they're going, and I'm disappointed in the way they're handling explaining it to the world.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

My First College Football Game - Part 1

*WARNING: This is long, detailed, and full of rambling. I'm not going to
apologize, as this is my blog and I can post and type how I wish.. So I'm
just warning you :)*

Today, I experienced my first college football game. It was definitely
different from a La Quinta game - the main difference was that the team we
were supporting didn't just actually score, but they won! That never
happened in high school :)

Here's how my day went.

Actually, a little background info.

My Uncle David has been in town or the past few days, and he had some extra
tickets to the USC vs. Cal Berkley game, so he invited Selah, Jenna, Kenny,
and me. Now, Selah, Jenna, and I have spent too many hours to count at
football fields and sitting in stands.. But that was all high school and
that was all because we were in band - not because we are football
enthusiasts. Kenny, on the other hand, lives and breathes football - and not
just football, I must specify that it's the Broncos that he bleeds for. But,
we all decided to go! Huge bonus that the USC marching band is known for
being freaking amazing! Uncle David said the game was at 3:30, and that him
and his buddies always tailgate for a few hours ahead of time. So we decided
we'd leave Orange County around 12 to get there around 1.

Last night around 9, Jenna texted and said that Uncle David told her the
game time got switched to 12:30, so we adjusted our times up by 3 hours.

Back to today.

I woke up at 6AM to the sound of two dogs - Bandit and Betti - whining and
barking (I'm housesitting in Rancho Santa Margarita right now) because they
are used to getting fed as soon as the sun comes out. So I ran downstairs,
put food in their bowls, took Bandit for a walk, then crawled back into bed
to try and sleep for another two hours. However, I am convinced that at one
time Bandit swallowed a squeaky toy, because he proceeded to squeak for the
two hours I was supposed to sleep. Around 7:45 I admitted defeat and started
getting ready. Out the door by 9.

Then I got to drive two of my favorite roads in the entire world - Trabuco
Canyon and then Santiago Canyon. The drive would've been perfect (awesome on
a cold, misty morning).. Except for the three slow cars I was behind for the
entirety of the Santiago portion. It was awful. It was painful. I know I was
totally tailgating the one right in front of me. But I was frustrated that
they were ruining my beautiful morning!

Finally got through the miserable portion of the ride (I know I'm being
dramatic, let me be for the time being, please (: )

Got to Selah's house, piled into her car, and then picked up Jenna at home..
And we were officially on our way!

Introduced Selah to the beauty of the iPod Touch and all of the apps.. She
played games the entire way. Which then meant she killed my battery by the
time we got off the freeway.

As for parking, all we knew was that we were supposed to park in the
structure on the corner of Figueroa and 37th. Of course, it seems like
there's ten corners to that intersection, so confusion was the first,
second, and third emotion. Then the emotion of realization - there were only
two structures there - so it was obviously one of those! Looked at the first
one, and all of the Enter spots were locked and gates shut - hmm, guess it's
not that one! So we went to the other one, and it had the same issue -
re-enter confusion emotion.

Jenna then called Uncle David, who explained that that meant that the
structures were full (that makes complete sense.. I'm really not sure why
that didn't cross out minds.. Probably cuz of the building excitement over
the game to come...), so we needed to find a lot. We drove around and found
one right across from the Coliseum.. Only to see it was $40.. the structures
were only $25, so we knew that was obnoxious.. So we kept driving.. Around
the corner, around the block, over the river, and through the woods
later.... And Kenny pulls over into the PERFECT spot... About two miles from
the Coliseum, and in total and complete Ghettoville. The three white girls
in the car immediately protested and decided that $40 now sounded amazing!
We'll all pitch in $10, and we'll be good to go! So we drive back around,
and in the five minutes since we'd passes it the first time.. The price had
gone up $20.. Now Ghettoville was appealing. Kenny kept driving, headed for
GV, and after we drove under the freeway, we saw a sign that said "$25
PARKING!". Now THIS was perfect! Until we turned into the lot... We all
started laughing. Cuz it was so.. Well, Mexico. (See picture below. I'm not
exaggerating.) But, it was really close, and was cheaper than our ideal
spot.. So we took a chance, a leap of faith, a dash of salt over the
shoulder.. Turns out that it was $25 if you wanted a "Blocked" spot, and $35
if you want a "get out right away" spot.. Well, $35 is still less than we
were willing to spend at the $40 place.. So that's what we went with.


Now, all we have to do is find Uncle David!

We walk towards to Coliseum, and Jenna says "We're supposed to meet him at
the Olympic torch". It was at this point that I looked up and saw where we
were. We were at the Los Angeles Coliseum. I had seen the Olympic logo
beneath the name a few minutes before, but hadn't thought anything of it.
But now, NOW it clicked. This is the Coliseum where the Olympics were held!
My mind was blown for a second. I don't know why it didn't click before.
Most people probably know that the LA (Olympic) Coliseum is USC's home
field.. But we're not a sport family.. I've never watched a USC game in my
life. And the only thing I know about USC is that those are not the three
letters to mention around Matthew :).. Hahah.. So..

Made our way up to the Torch, and all I could see was crimson and gold.
Everywhere. And I realized one thing - USC was never an option for me
because I don't look good in the school colors.

Anyways, as we got closer to the Torch, I was distracted by two things that
were very unexpected. Two large, naked things. They have statutes of a naked
man and a naked woman. Lifesize. And that.. Sure, I can deal with. It's
artistic. But... They were headless... I don't get it.


Called Uncle David and told him we were standing by the naked people. While
waiting for him, the Cal marching band "marched" in (see video in previous
post). I put "marched" in quotes because.. Well.. Maybe I'm a marching snob,
but I have certain expectations. And I feel that when you're marching,
you're at attention. So you're not talking to people, you're not wiping
sweat off your face, you're not adjusting hat straps.. I was trained that if
a bee lands on your face, you ignore it. So I was disappointed to not see
that. Oh well. College bands walk to their own drum (no pun intended), and
my standards are DCI.. Oh well!

Using the naked people as the landmark worked, because Uncle David found us!
Met his friends, and headed into the Coliseum. Learned that the naked people
were "olympians". Why must they be naked and headless? I don't know. But..
That's what they are. Also learned that the game time never changed. It had
been at 12:30 the whole time, but because he's from Ohio, his phone didn't
adjust the time in his calendar to be California time. You didn't need to
know that, but oh well!

Then, we headed inside for the game.

This is a long blog. I'll continue more tomorrow.

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