This video makes me choke up. I would love to see this in real life. Word of warning; if you don't like religious things, don't watch. Well, watch anyway, the guys photography ability is amazing!
Reflections of Christ
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
"I'm going inside, it's cold. . ."
Whoever said, "Winter comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb," was dead wrong. In fact, if they are not dead already, I will make sure to put them out of their misery for making such a false statement.
The last two weeks have proven to me that Winter is a screaming three year old throwing a tantrum in the middle of the store because he isn't getting what he wants, i.e., to stick around, and Spring has to drag him out kicking and screaming and clawing at everything he can get a hold of.
I detest winter. I'm ready for it to be over 1 week after it starts. So the way it keeps hanging on is driving me batty! On Monday, the weather was a perfect 81 degrees, sunny, not a cloud in the sky. The next day, it snowed. Oh, it didn't stick at all, BUT IT STILL SNOWED!!!! GAAAHHH!
Has anyone else ever noticed that all the seasons except winter are depicted as gentle, beautiful, women? And winter as a crotchety, old man (usually)? There must be some correlation to this. . . . My favorite Old Man Winter was Grandpa Simpson's version in the episode about Homer's Mr. Plow business. That is exactly how I picture him, in his faded long johns with ice cubes tied around his head, laughing manically. I'd be crotchety too.
The last two weeks have proven to me that Winter is a screaming three year old throwing a tantrum in the middle of the store because he isn't getting what he wants, i.e., to stick around, and Spring has to drag him out kicking and screaming and clawing at everything he can get a hold of.
I detest winter. I'm ready for it to be over 1 week after it starts. So the way it keeps hanging on is driving me batty! On Monday, the weather was a perfect 81 degrees, sunny, not a cloud in the sky. The next day, it snowed. Oh, it didn't stick at all, BUT IT STILL SNOWED!!!! GAAAHHH!
Has anyone else ever noticed that all the seasons except winter are depicted as gentle, beautiful, women? And winter as a crotchety, old man (usually)? There must be some correlation to this. . . . My favorite Old Man Winter was Grandpa Simpson's version in the episode about Homer's Mr. Plow business. That is exactly how I picture him, in his faded long johns with ice cubes tied around his head, laughing manically. I'd be crotchety too.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Money Money Money
Thank you Turbo Tax! I finally got my taxes done, after forgetting about them, then losing my W-2 and 1099-MISC forms. Pure panic, that was. I hate tax time, but we qualified for that "We started that stupid war that's sucking our economy dry, so we will give you even more money to spend" rebate though, which is nice, since we didn't get much back in our refund. There is so much we want to do with it! We will probably end up buying a Wii from our friend who never plays his anymore, which will add to our already massive number of playable consoles we have in our house. Not that we actually play most of them. But it's cool to have so many.
And since it's Saturday night, I can't stop thinking about the fact that we STILL haven't been released from our Sunbeams calling. I was talking to one of the mothers of the kids and she found out that we use the same manual to teach the just-barely-turned-4 year olds that they use for we've-been-4-for-awhile, 5, 6 and 7 year old kids. She was actually quite annoyed. Which made me think, if I'm going to be stuck in this calling for another 10 years, I'm not going to be teaching them things that they don't understand. I know that the previous Sunbeams teacher didn't. So I'm going to talk to the new Primary president and see if she'll let me go down a level with that. If there are actually lessons that the kids can understand, maybe they will actually sit still for 2 seconds and learn something. And enjoy it. Even if I have to tie them to their chairs to accomplish it. But let's all cross our fingers, pray to whatever God you pray to (dirt, money, trees, etc.) and all hope that we get released tomorrow.
And since it's Saturday night, I can't stop thinking about the fact that we STILL haven't been released from our Sunbeams calling. I was talking to one of the mothers of the kids and she found out that we use the same manual to teach the just-barely-turned-4 year olds that they use for we've-been-4-for-awhile, 5, 6 and 7 year old kids. She was actually quite annoyed. Which made me think, if I'm going to be stuck in this calling for another 10 years, I'm not going to be teaching them things that they don't understand. I know that the previous Sunbeams teacher didn't. So I'm going to talk to the new Primary president and see if she'll let me go down a level with that. If there are actually lessons that the kids can understand, maybe they will actually sit still for 2 seconds and learn something. And enjoy it. Even if I have to tie them to their chairs to accomplish it. But let's all cross our fingers, pray to whatever God you pray to (dirt, money, trees, etc.) and all hope that we get released tomorrow.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Religion and Housewives
I Can Not Stand religious themed forwards. You know the ones. The ones that imply at the end that you must not love baby Jesus if you don't forward it to at least 100 people in 5 minutes. I must hate baby Jesus, as I always delete those without even reading them. The Mom always sends them to me, and it's quite annoying. I mean really people, isn't there a better way to let people know that you are a nice, humble, God-fearing Christian without sending out mass e-mails with vomit-inducing cutesy type pictures and quotes? I'm glad that you are so proud of the fact that you love Jesus so much. Just don't send me e-mails telling me that I'm going straight to hell if I don't agree with you, disguised as caring, anymore. I personally think that those e-mails are a sin right up there with murder. I know Jesus loves you, and me, and all of us! Ain't it wonderful! But I don't need an e-mail to remind me of that fact. I just need to pray and read my scriptures. The only person that can get away with those e-mails in my world is The Dad, as he is a minister, and those kinds of sentiments are more expected. I mean, it is his job.
On the other hand, The Little Sister-In-Law sent me this in an e-mail:
I hope it's readable (if you right-click on it, and open in a new tab/window, it's a little bit bigger). This is hilarious. It's hard to imagine that women all over the country read this and actually thought it was true! And tried to do it all! My favorite line is the one that says that the man is the master of the home and will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. HIS will. Or else it's the one that says to take 15 minutes to rest before he gets home so that you look like you don't do anything all day, then continues to tell you what you need to do 5 minutes before he gets home because you wasted all that time resting. No wonder women's lib threw up all over society in the 60's. I probably would have gone on a murderous rampage being told that I, my day, problems, and opinions didn't matter one whit. If I am obligated to listen to The Man's rants, than he is definately obligated to listen to mine. Hilarious!
On the other hand, The Little Sister-In-Law sent me this in an e-mail:
I hope it's readable (if you right-click on it, and open in a new tab/window, it's a little bit bigger). This is hilarious. It's hard to imagine that women all over the country read this and actually thought it was true! And tried to do it all! My favorite line is the one that says that the man is the master of the home and will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. HIS will. Or else it's the one that says to take 15 minutes to rest before he gets home so that you look like you don't do anything all day, then continues to tell you what you need to do 5 minutes before he gets home because you wasted all that time resting. No wonder women's lib threw up all over society in the 60's. I probably would have gone on a murderous rampage being told that I, my day, problems, and opinions didn't matter one whit. If I am obligated to listen to The Man's rants, than he is definately obligated to listen to mine. Hilarious!
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Ooops
Today is the day that I learned to never microwave a brownie. Even if it is still raw after being baked for 45 minutes. Not for 2 minutes anyway. It's not very appetizing, even if it does look like it is.
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