I'm so proud of myself I had to share

Yesterday I went and enjoyed Japanese food with a friend of mine. Usually when I go to eat at an asian restaurant, I glance at the chopsticks and think briefly of using them, but opt to go the easier route and use a fork. However, on this day, at this particular place and time and because I am all about stepping out of myself these days, I used the Chopsticks!!! Mind you, it has been since High School that I have attempted to use them.

So here is my brag:

"I ATE STEAMED RICE WITH CHOPSTICKS!!!" I so ROCK!

Stirring up thought

One of the reasons I have decided to be so open and candid with my blogs is because I love to stir up thought. I love hearing from my readers on their opinions. Now, granted, I haven't written about a bunch of issues that would cause reason for controversy or differing opinions, but as it comes to me and if it even relates to me personally, I won't have any problems doing so.

My last blog to do just that was "Uninhibited." I spoke of the possibility of getting a tattoo. I expected something from that and I got it. Thank you to those of you who expressed your opinions on that because while it made me think much deeper about the issue I am hoping that in return I have made you think more about the issue as well.

However, I still don't have closure on this. I am now trying to understand where the bounderies are regarding what is right and wrong in what we do to our bodies. Now, it is important to know that I understand where certain readers are coming from regarding the thought of "our bodies are the art work of God and we should not ruin his work or mess with it in anyway." I respect that opinion. However, if that be the case, and that is how God sees it, then their lies my confusion on the bounderies.

If I wanted to take my daughter to get her ears pierced, is that being disrespectful in Gods eyes? If I so choose to get a nose piercing or a belly button ring or my tongue pierced is that okay in God's eyes? If I or anyone else decided that their nose was too big and had spent years of their life in ridicule because of it and they opted to get a nose job, or if a women was particularly flat chested and it was a big insecurity of hers would it be okay to improve her body by getting breast implants? All of these things deal with the body being manipulated in some way. However, much focus is made in regards to the tattoo. We could go even further and debate about the food that we put in our bodies or the lack of exercise we desperately need through out the week to keep our bodies, the temple of God, healthy. Where does it end?

Now my own personal desire for a tattoo is simple. Just how we wear earings in our pierced ears or throw make up on our faces, the tattoo would of been a thing of beauty in my eyes. Not every one will agree with that, but that is my opinion. I hadn't planned on getting tattooed all over my body, because in my own opinion that doesn't look good. However there are many who think it is beautiful.

Please understand that I am not trying to dig this issue in the ground but more than anything gain a better understanding on the opinions of some who disagree with me.

The joys of Childcare

Oh the joys of watching people kids, it's a lovely job that requires patience, compassion, and a strong stomach.

Patience: Let me first start out by saying that I am in no way a morning person. I require at least one hour of complete silence to start my day. If I don't get it utter annoyance sets in and then anxiety, after that I just wanna SCREAM!!! Every morning I have a 9 year old that comes to my house to walk to school. She is a rambler. She always has to be saying something. "How many more days till my birthday...lets see..3, 4..no wait. 1, 2, 3, 4, oh silly me I have 5 days till my birthday. Hey Misty, I have 23 pokeman cards, oh no I don't I have 15,16,..... and she follows me around the house where ever I go mindlessly counting something. I will try to escape to my room closing the door on her face behind me. Then after being in my room for a couple of seconds I start to feel like a horrible care giver. Guilt sets in and I return to the rambling. Then it rubs off. I start thinking "how many more minutes till she leaves for school? Five, great now four, one more minute! Time to Go!"

Strong Stomach: There are times when I have 5 kids in my house. Two babies and two 3 year olds that are potty training and one in preschool. Some days, It will start with changing 4 poopy diapers in a row, one of those will be a blow out and I will carefully have to manuever the baby so as to not get poop all over the place. Two of those are potty training and one is wearing underwear who has an accident while standing over my new lovely carpet in the dining room so I get to scrub my floors constantly. Later that day after I am done feeding one of the babies a bottle and he has burped, I will stand up only to feel a wet shoulder. Upon looking down I realized I have just been spit up on, not just on my shoulder, but in my hair as well.

Compassion: There are times when it seems like a full moon has risen and all hell breaks lose. One of the babies is crying because he is teething and his tolerance for pain is minimal and I just can't console him. My daughter is woken up too early and she is cranky, tired, emotional and cries at the drop of a hat. So now she is crying and my teething baby is crying, then to top it off, my almost one year old baby sympathises with all the crying and starts crying cause well every else is so there must be a good reason for it. My other 3 years comes running into the room cause he wants to check out why every one is crying only to trip on a toy on the floor and goes tumbling to the ground. Now he is crying cause he bit his tongue. All I can do is sit on the floor, hug and console them as a frustrated tear falls down my cheek.

.......how many more monthes till I am done with this job...two..no three.. maybe four.

I am all kinds of color now!!

What an absolute fun experience!! As ridiculous as it may be to some, it felt awesome to get this done. I totally left it up to Brianna to do what ever she wanted with no preference of my own. As a result, I am very pleased. I tried to get a good picture so you could see all the colors that adorn my head but it's hard. For the most part it is dark blue, with touches of pink, purple, I even seen a little green.

WOOO HOOOOO!

OUT OF RESPECT

Okay, so out of complete respect for my family I have opted not to get a tattoo. However, even though I have chosen not to go through with it, it doesn't mean that I think it is wrong. Quite the contrary. I believe I am up against some social morays and not what is right and wrong. This article explains how I feel on the subject. http://http//www.ezinearticles.com/?Christianity-and-Tattoos&id=238941

We are living in a society that in order to teach people about God we have to come to them on a level they can relate to. I believe it is helpful for them to see that we don't put ourselves on a pedestal and are in our own churchy world. We can be in the world but not of the world, we can look and appear like them but not follow the worlds sinful nature.

How far do you take it. I mean, what about peircing. No, I am not into peircing my nose or anywhere else, but putting holes in our bodies, isn't that doing damage as well. Or what if I wanted to go get a boob job or a nose job? Where is that fine line if as a Christian I am not suppose to get a tattoo?

For those who disagreed with me getting a tattoo, as a Christian, it makes me feel like a blacksheep, like I am setting a bad example. Please, don't forget who I am. You all know my heart. You know my love for the Lord. Please don't make me feel like I am some horrible Christian who is defying God in some way. I obviously disagree. I did take the time to look into Gods word on the subject before I made my decision. I didn't find anything and yes, I even read Lev.

Much love to all who read this

My Little GIRL

MY JO is turning 3 on FRI. Time has flown by. I am so thankful that God gave me such a beautiful girl even when I look back and think about the time I cried when I found out I was having a girl. I know, that is awful. But all I could think of were the sassy little preteens that would come to my house after school or how horrible I would treat my mom when I was younger. I just knew I was in for it.

However, there is something amazingly special about raising a girl or better about raising Josey. Her smile, her onery nature, her sense of humor, and amazing articulation and vocabulary. She is every bit a girly girl but can rough and tumble with the boys too. She is my Jo Jo Jelly bean, my snuggle buggy. She is such a teaser, and her smile is contagious. The unexpected things that she says, and they way she dances makes us all laugh so hard. She warms your heart with her gentle hugs, butterfly kisses, and the sweetest voice that tells you she loves you.

Never could I of imagined throwing pretty pink princess parties with all the frills, but I am anxiously counting down the days. We will dress her up in her princess best with the dress, the crown, shoes and gloves and make it every bit her special day.

Uninhibited

Main Entry:
uninhibited
Part of Speech:
adjective
Definition:
free
Synonyms:
audacious, candid, cut loose*, expansive, fancy free, footloose*, frank, free, hanging out*, informal, instinctive, liberated, natural, open, relaxed, spontaneous, unbridled, unchecked, unconstrained, uncontrolled, uncurbed, ungoverned, unhampered, unrepressed, unreserved, unrestrained, unrestricted, unself-conscious, unsuppressed
Antonyms:
inhibited, modest, shy





For the most part this blog is just about that, being uninhibited. I believe long before I had kids there was that uninhibited side of me that was on the verge of breaking out until I had kids and got an office job and felt as if I needed to be a little more conservative in my looks. I walked around in the average clothes, the average hair style, and in no way expressing that artsy inner self that lay to rest for many years. I conformed to what was exceptable to society afraid of making any bad impressions. But I am coming to realize, how boring. There is this inner self that is bursting to come out. I think that in all my new self realizations that this is just another chapter.



So for a few awhile now I have been jokingly talking about tattoos and coloring my hair some funky shade of this and that. Not because I wanna be different but because how fun!! Just to step out of what I have been for the last few years. Why not? What is keeping me from it, other then what will people think. Brian and I have been talking about even just our clothes in general and how they totally don't represent our personalities at all. I think a lot of people do this. We become who society thinks we should be and look down on those that are different in any way from the norm. We have a fear of standing out, drawing attention to ourselves, letting people in. Pretty soon, I think we lose ourselves in some way. I am not suggesting that everyone should go out and color their hair and get tattoos and wear funky clothing. I am just saying that we shouldn't hesistate to adapt our own personal style, or to keep in a part of our personality that could shine if we would let it for fear of what in the world people would think. I have to commend those that have gotten this way earlier than I have. Way to go! I remember going to Hyvee for some grocery shopping and the clerk behind the counter had the coolest blue hair and peircings. She was absolutely beautiful. This was years ago and yet I remember thinking, I wish I could be like her. Not look like her per say, but be bold enough to step out of the restraits I had kept myself in.



So, I am thinking this will be gradual, but I have a hair apt. set up for this coming Tues. Do I go Blue or Purple, I don't know yet. And, contrary to what some think in my family, I am thinking of getting a tattoo behind my neck, of what yet I don't know. Watch out world, I am stepping out!

Cheap Beer

This morning as I sip my coffee, hunched over my laptop, trying to wake up all I can think is what an IDIOT I am. I am suffering from a mild hang over this morning. Did I go out and dance on table tops, shut down the bars, drink till the sun came up? NO.

Brian and I have gotten in the habit of having a beer, glass of wine, something at night, usually after dinner. Brian is the one who stocks the fridge with some good stuff.. Woodchuck Cider, Guinness, Yellow tail wine of some sort. However the other day, I decided I would head up to the liguor store and not knowing what to get I just crabbed some Coors lite.

Well, to all who don't know me very well, I'm not very good at monitoring myself when it comes to how much I should drink. So, in knowing this, I only get certain things. For instance, if I get a bottle of wine and it is sweet I know that I will easily drink the whole bottle so I will instead get a wine that is more dry and have just one glass, maybe two. Brian usually pics up the beer, but the kind that he gets I can't drink more the one. We hadn't gotten Coors lite in a while, just basic all American watered down beer so it had been forever since I drank it.

Last night, I started editing pretty late and decided to grab a Coors lite while I worked. Before I knew it it was 1am and I was finishing my 3rd or 4th beer. I am also a light weight and was feeling pretty tipsy at this point. If I drunk dialed or emailed anyone just ignore it. I wasn't in my right state of mind. Oh how I had forgotten that for me, Coors lite, is like water. I drink each one real fast and have too many before I know it. Yes, I am, well was, a cheap date.

So I got little sleep, woke up feeling woosy and am thinking I'll let Brian finish off what is left of the Coors lite. UGH!