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.