I'm sorry.. What?

So, I was listening to the radio this evening, and there was a "Relationship Expert" on with the host. I thought it'd be interesting, so I listened for awhile.

And I ended up almost wanting to throw something.

I yelled at my radio.

1) A 16 year old boy called in. I have no idea what his relationship question was, because all he said was "I'm 16 years old, and I've been in a relationship with this girl.." and the host cut in saying "End it. Now." and the "Relationship Expert" said "How long have you been in a relationship with her?" and he responded "About 6 months" and they both said "End it.". And their reasons were that he's too young to be in a serious relationship.

I'm sorry, but if there's a teenage guy who wants to be in a relationship, and is able to do so.. You should be encouraging him, not telling him that he needs to not be in one. Because by telling him to get out of the relationship... That's kinda encouraging him to whore around. "Don't be seriously tied down to one girl, when you can just go around to as many girls around that you can"... I don't know why that was considered good advice.

Granted, there are some people who shouldn't necessarily even be in a relationship, but that should be advice along the lines of "don't be with anyone, focus on yourself and mature yourself so that you're ready for a real relationship"... Not just to get out of the serious relationship to "experience" things.

2) A guy called in saying that he had gotten out of a three year relationship about 3 months before, and now he was "dating random girls, and that whenever he wanted it to be more serious, the girl would back off".... And the advice he received was, and I kid you not, "You're 20 years old, you must have had some trauma and trust issues in your past to want a serious and committed relationship at this age".... What? Because someone in their early 20's wants a serious relationship, and not just to "play around", means that there's something wrong with them?

I yelled at my radio both times. With Mae as my witness.

I know that certain people have different opinions about relationships, trust me, I know. But really? Wanting a committed relationship is a bad thing? Telling someone that they're too young to want something real, instead to just... I don't get it.

It makes me sad that this is the type of advice that people are getting! And they wonder why the divorce rate is going up..

Oi vey.

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Ping Pong on a dining room table

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Passions to grow.

I have two new passions recently. Well, they've been something that have always been in the back of my head in one way or another, but this past year for one, and past summer for the other, my heart for these two things have just exploded.

One is adoption. And not just adoption in general, but international adoption. It's honestly one of the things that I stay up at night thinking about a lot. Like, I deeply wish I was older and married so that I could adopt 5 kids and just love on them and teach them about Jesus. Try and heal the wounds that are there, and just smother them in love. I used to always joke that I want to adopt because I can't fathom the physical pain that comes from giving birth. Oh me, oh my. I know that obviously millions and millions of women have given birth to beautiful babies successfully, and have said that it's "the most beautiful thing in the world", but it makes me want to cross my legs forever. There are some girls my age that have known their entire lives that they were meant to be moms. That it was what they genuinely believe it's God's plan for them. But I've never had that longing, that desire to have children of my own. I've always thought about how I genuinely think I'd be okay if I found out I couldn't have kids. Don't get me wrong. I love the little munchkins. I could hold them for hours and hours, and just watch them sleep. But I've never felt like actually having a baby was "for me". And I know this can change one day, but as of right now (and the previous 21 years of my life) I'm okay with not having kids with my genes.

But the idea of adoption is so amazing to me. A little over a year and a half ago, my dad's cousin adopted a little girl from Russia who has Cerebral Palsy. I read Kara's blog all the time, and I'm just so completely fascinated and in awe at how God can bring the puzzle pieces together from across the world. And how Anastasia's life is different forever because Kara and her husband followed God to pursue this beautiful girl. And actually, they're Going through the process of adopting a second little girl with CP right now.

Man, I want faith like that. I want to just trust God and be used to change someone's life by giving them a home and family. God's just completely been softening my heart towards these international adoptions recently. We'll see what He has planned as I get older. :)

And the other new passion is a passion for reaching the lost. Which, I know, is something we've been taught since birth, but this is different. This is towards a specific group of lost people. A specific "religion". I've been reading, talking to people, and praying. A lot of praying. I want to learn as much as possible about this "religion", just so that I can show them how wrong they are. How this "religion" isn't ensuring their salvation, it's ensuring their damnation. And I know that all other religions do the same thing, but I'm just really, really feeling drawn to this specific group of people recently. I totally know why, too. But I'm not posting about that, for privacy reasons. I hope that THAT's a story I can tell one day..

Anyways. God's just been laying these two things on my heart a lot lately, and it's so nice to have some specific things to be focusing on other than just work and school. He's got something in the works. No clue what it is, but I am confident that it's all in His hands, and I have no control. And I am 483% okay with that.

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Mickey Pops!

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If you haven't seen World of Color yet..

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You need to. It makes me smile. Here's a video, if you need convincing :) It's amazing, and this is using my crappy Blackberry camera.

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Almost impulse

So.. I kind of thrive on impulse. I love adventures to LA or San Diego on a random night. A last minute midnight showing thrills me. And an urge to cut my hair as I drive past a salon will put months or years of growing my hair out to waste in a drive home.

No, I did not cut my hair. I really am trying to grow it out.

But another impulse that I've acted on the last few years is piercings. I swore growing up that I'd never pierce my ears, because it was "way too girly". But, a summer of serving God and discovering color in my wardrobe made me decide that being girly on occasion wasn't necessarily a bad thing, and I got my first piercing in my ears. Five months later I added three more the day after marching band season ended, two months after that I got another one the day before I turned 18. Six months later, while walking through the mall, I added another one. Then randomly, a few months later, I decided I wanted two more after talking to someone at church, so I added those to one of my ears after lunch that day. Then this past February I repierced two of them that closed. Between piercings number 7 and 8, I got my nose pierced. That was a thought on Monday, and an action on Friday.

Anyways, today, I almost pierced my tongue. And not just "I really, really thought about it". More like.. I literally went into a piercing parlor with some friends, had the piercer put on gloves, had him inspect my tongue (Hey, my tongue is piercable! Which not all tongues are, for the record), and then started looking at which stud I wanted.. When I realized I really wasn't sure. Not that I wasn't sure about whether I wanted it - cuz honestly, a tongue piercing was always way more appealing to me than a nose ring (it's because I play with my tongue ALL THE TIME.. I blow bubbles, I make clovers, I twist it, I use it to display when I'm upset by licking my teeth, I bend it.. And adding something new to play with seems amazing!).. But I realized I wasn't sure what our Company Policy was on it. I knew that facial piercings were a no go (I have to take out my nose ring every day at work. The first week of having my nose ring was a week of putting my hand up to my face anyone of Director level or higher walked past my desk.. Just to help with healing), but I was prepared to argue that a tongue ring is not a facial piercing. It's a mouth piercing. And the guy at Outer Limits was even telling me that if our Policy doesn't specifically direct that tongue piercings are no bueno, that I can probably come to a compromise with Management if I approach it maturely. So, I decided it was better to check out our Handbook than to spend money on something that I might need to take out in the morning anyways.

And, unfortunately for me (while to the excitement of others, I'm sure).. Our Policy doesn't just specify that tongue piercing is not okay (and tongue splitting, btw), it goes to great lengths to cover the basis of saying no to any and all piercings outside of the ears (only two in each ear, which I often forget).. I'm not going to quote the Handbook (is that legal? I'm not sure), but it even addressed my thought that I had about maybe getting a tongue ring that would "blend in" so that you couldn't tell.. That's a no as well.

Can't show my tattoo at work, either. Which, is completely understandable. I'm really careful about that too. But I freak out on days that get hot and I throw my hair up in a pony tail.. Cuz sometimes, I think you can see the top..

I get it. A mouth talking to a client with something in it really isn't a professional look , I was (thinking of) doing it for fun. Maybe some random day when I'm the boss of myself, I'll get it, just for kicks and giggles. But for now, my mouth will remain metal and plastic free.

So it was almost an impulse. Not quite, but almost. And at least now I really know our policy. :)

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Obsessed

I am absolutely obsessed with this version of "Blessed Assurance" by Enfield..

(It's not the greatest video.. But it's all I could find online.. I listen to the actual recording all day long though)

I'm the type of person that isn't a fan of change. That the way I learn something is the way that I want it to be until the day I die. It takes me a long while to be okay with the new way of something.

But I loved this version from the very beginning. It's just gorgeous.

Songs like this makes me wish that I could sing.

Most songs make me wish I could sing, actually.

Well, all songs.

But this song.

This song actually makes me sad that I can't sing.

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