Vlogemotions: Relief

A video carnival?!

I’m SO on it!

This video carnival, aptly named Vlogemotions (get it? Video + blog + emotions = Vlogemotions) that focuses on one specific emotion per week is brought to you by Fort Thompson – a blog I recently discovered and have been glued to ever since.

Here is my emotional contribution for the week:

(Hey! I sound like an infomercial! Aaaand, I’m a fast talker. Can you keep up?)

And did I mention that if you participate you’ll be elgible to win a nifty video camera?!


Oh, well never mind. Forget I said anything. Because if I HAD told you about that, it would have reduced my chances of winning and considering this blog is all about me and my self-indulgent nature (*snort*), I want to win this little puppy for myself. 😀

Seriously, play. It’s so much fun to not only make a fool of yourself, but make a fool of yourself ON FILM.

By the way, in case you’re curious, I visited TJ Maxx and Marshalls for the first time – ever – today and I was pleasantly surprised by not just their selection but by their awesome prices. I will be shopping there again.

I also went to Sears (hello cute sporty stuff!) and bought my leather flip-flops, for half price at Shoe Carnival (because mom bought a pair of shoes for herself and they have a buy one, get one for half price thing going).

Man. If I could just hit pay dirt like I did today every time I was forced to go shopping, I COULD become a regular shopper.

Now there’s a scary thought. And I think I just heard the *THUD* of my husband passing out in the next room.

Abundant Life

Don’t Blame God – Part Two

Swine flu. It’s on everyone’s mind right now and though we should absolutely take precautions, we should not be afraid.

And we should not blame God for what is happening right now.

It really upsets and angers me when I read how events like the swine flu is somehow God’s fault – that it’s somehow God’s mysterious will to condone sickness and death.

I’m here to take a stand for God – it is NOT God’s will that bad things happen.

I’ve written an in-depth post about not blaming God before and I’d like to post the second video from the Truth or Tradition ministry that once again drives home the fact that evil things? Are not from God, but are instigated by Satan.

As Christians, we must remain strong and steadfast in our beliefs, trust God and be proactive in protecting ourselves and our families.

(I am not a theologian. I can not, and will not, pretend to understand every aspect of this subject. I can not, and will not, debate this subject with any naysayer or non-believer and for this reason, the comment section is closed. All I can do is share what I believe with you – you have the freedom of will to choose to accept, or deny, the information).

(You can view the first part of this series here).

I’m sorry. I don’t mean to sound preachy, but this is a hot topic for me and one I think needs to be brought to attention. Our God is good and He loves us – He is not the author of sadness or death.

The swine flu will pass and God will still be here with open arms.


Reflections: Parent Traits

I love these question-type books because so often we’re so focused on the future that we place the past on a shelf to gather dust and/or be forgotten. I think it’s important to document our lives, not only the special times, but all times because life is too important, and too short, to forget. Answering questions from the The Book of Myself, are my way of remembering my past and passing those special times on to my sons, husband and you, dear blog reader. Remembering the past helps us understand the people we’ve become.

One of mom’s traits I admired was …

Her patience. No wait, her kindness. No wait, her positive attitude. There are a lot of traits about my mom that I both admire, and wish I possessed. Though I could say I have a positive attitude (most days), I certainly do not have patience and I’m kind … welll, okay, I’m kind most of the time, too.

I can’t think of a single person who dislikes my mother. She’s one of those people who people gravitate to because she listens and she truly cares about people. She’s always the first to help out when needed and she always manages to find the good in people, even when it’s not readily apparent. She bakes and makes things for her co-workers and really does go above and beyond the call of duty.

If I had trouble with mom growing up, it was in in this area:

She was wishy-washy and a bit of a push over. Go on, ask her. She’ll agree with me. As mentioned, my mother has a kind heart, so it was really hard for her to say no to me, my sister or brother sometimes. I’m embarrassed to say this, but I often took advantage of this “weakness” and manipulated her on more than one occasion.

One my dad’s traits I admired was …

His determination. His intelligence. His steadfastness. His ability to dissect situations and choose the most logical path.

I really credit the fact that I have common sense to my dad. I’m grateful that I have the ability to look at a situation from all angles, am able to see the big picture, and plan accordingly. Sadly, a lot of people do not seem to possess any, if very little, common sense. And, in my opinion, that’s one of the most important ingredients to a successful life.

If I had trouble with dad growing up, it was in in this area:

Probably his aloofness. We were a traditional family in that my dad went to work everyday and mom stayed home. So, I didn’t really see my dad a lot growing up. And on the weekends, he holed up in his shop in the basement, either catching up work (he was a TV repairman), or experimenting with electronics (which would explain his current position – he writes, and teaches, electronics for an online school).

My dad was an authority figure growing up. He was the one who put his foot down when we started to get out of control. Mom would want to give in, dad would not allow her to give in. He was pretty firm with us, but for me (and I can’t speak for my siblings), it was the best thing. I was rather a wild child in high school and had to learn some pretty hard lessons when it came to living by my parents’ rules. Dad is the one who made sure the rules remained rules; mom wanted to bend them.

For example: Curfew. When I was a senior in high school, I thought I was too old for a curfew. So, I simply did what I wanted to and shrugged off the curfew rule. My parents, being thoroughly sick of my arrogant attitude, took my house keys away from me. So, if I didn’t make it home by curfew, I had to find someplace else to sleep.

Being the stubborn person that I am, I of course tested them on this. And sure enough, the first time I didn’t make it home in time, I was locked out of the house. I tried to rent a hotel room, but for some reason (I’m thinking it was because I wasn’t 18 yet), I wasn’t able to. So, I ended up sleeping in my car. This happened a few times. But the last time this happened was when it was frigid outside and I didn’t have any sort of blanket or heavy coat or anything. I slept in my car and very nearly froze to death.

I went up to the door of my house and first demanded to be let in. As the night wore on, I then pleaded to be let in. My mom was crying and wanted to let me in, my dad refused to give in. So, I spent the night in my car, shivering and hoping my blood wouldn’t turn to ice before morning.

Though this sounds cruel, it was necessary. I needed to learn a lesson and trust me folks, I learned it. I was never late getting home after that. And I firmly believe that experience taught me to be more responsible and respectful today.

Could I do that with my own kids? Yes, I think I could. If I thought the experience would teach them a valuable life lesson, then yes, I would most likely do the same thing with my kids. When you’re a parent, you have to know when to draw that line, and then you have to stick to your side of the line. Think of the negative connotations if you don’t.

I can only pray I don’t have to teach my kids a hard lesson like that. I can only pray that my sons are not as hard headed as I was.