tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85915537473953782752024-03-05T01:07:55.686-08:00Wrinkled KhakisChances are you won't find much in here to hold your interest....unless of course you're interested in improper pronunciation or the ramblings of a wiped out, exasperated mother of FOUR in wrinkled khakis.Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17330147590195345972noreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591553747395378275.post-37149169638899575022008-12-18T06:51:00.000-08:002008-12-18T09:42:39.449-08:00Dogs Gone Wild<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzVZOqMsQwts9lxqFFLXms21hOQ1PZeh7feOkvhssrN1NRKqCV3APG-tEsJ100rk0m2StPypeEb-qVZCf_VBFWNX6gecrzfpeqe2jQaXVK4TM0A4zA-K4h__Lgmgs70lD4LweY-hIg0Z4/s1600-h/christmasdog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzVZOqMsQwts9lxqFFLXms21hOQ1PZeh7feOkvhssrN1NRKqCV3APG-tEsJ100rk0m2StPypeEb-qVZCf_VBFWNX6gecrzfpeqe2jQaXVK4TM0A4zA-K4h__Lgmgs70lD4LweY-hIg0Z4/s200/christmasdog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281143288805754482" border="0" /></a><br />Just found this. Some people are not only too stupid to breed, they are actually too dumb to own a dog....well, own one without causing it psychological harm. Oh the things this guy could reveal to Ceasar Millan!!!Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17330147590195345972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591553747395378275.post-58664204026095325732008-12-17T10:28:00.001-08:002008-12-18T06:48:22.284-08:00Give a Dog a Bone!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0mJmnqNlbvz9n0egjN9R8clJ3xLDW7f1Yv2O93emxMQJFU13IvTbKRefCh_yTcS4xfeXaB4gpxr5PubiUFL0jVp2UX9waCmRBec1tbC-LoLPwR2BIbqTkuHFjyOspkd7iwGxfiVc0LeI/s1600-h/meandog.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0mJmnqNlbvz9n0egjN9R8clJ3xLDW7f1Yv2O93emxMQJFU13IvTbKRefCh_yTcS4xfeXaB4gpxr5PubiUFL0jVp2UX9waCmRBec1tbC-LoLPwR2BIbqTkuHFjyOspkd7iwGxfiVc0LeI/s200/meandog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280829340725716354" border="0" /></a><br /><br />In honor of our new addition to our family, I'm posting to remind everyone that pet adoption is cool. We had to look at several places, but <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Oxford</span></span> is the MOST awesome dog in the world and I can't imagine why anyone would give him up!<br /><br />I still cruise through Petfinder.com and saw this little guy. I wonder what gave them the impression that he wouldn't be any good with kids? Cranky....he just looks cranky. Kind of reminds me of mean 'ol Grandma Scott.Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17330147590195345972noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591553747395378275.post-53722917162668778832008-11-20T07:32:00.000-08:002008-11-20T07:39:18.606-08:00At a Loss...I've come to the conclusion that I just don't understand the world anymore. It's like, I'm riding the rails of life, thinking everything is ok, then all of the sudden....the train drops me off in crazy town.<br /><br />I feel a Top 10 coming on:<br /><br /><ol><li>WHY would we even CONSIDER letting a convicted felon sit in the senate?</li><li>Why can a private company like eharmony have their business practicies dictated to them by a U.S. court?</li><li>When did "By the people" cease to hold any meaning?</li><li>Why am I expected to trust a government that can't even balance their checkbook?</li><li>When did "Nationalism" become a dirty word in the english language?</li><li>........</li></ol><p>Nevermind. I'm so confused, I don't even want to finish.</p>Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17330147590195345972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591553747395378275.post-36617210026089957812008-10-27T19:02:00.000-07:002008-10-27T19:16:26.932-07:00Manic MondaySuch a strange and surreal Monday. It seems like the world goes through these crazy shifts where the scales become unbalanced to favor good over evil, or vice <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">versa</span>.<br /><br />In some ways, it seems a little like a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tri</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">fecta</span>: Anne <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Pressley</span>, Jennifer Hudson, and then two drive by deaths on campus.<br /><br />Today was sad. Sad and eerily quiet. I never thought I would see a day where I wished there were MORE students in the Student Center. It was like one of those crazy sci-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">fi</span> movies where some terrifying plague has wiped out 99.9% of the population and the few that are left crawl out into the light, disheveled and confused. Today was like <em>I Am Legend</em>. It was a day filled with trepidation. Not because anything was likely to happen, but because you just couldn't tell if the proverbial last shoe had dropped.Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17330147590195345972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591553747395378275.post-66075053004280811942008-10-16T19:46:00.000-07:002008-10-16T20:03:51.456-07:00To Make a ComebackI saw an interesting sign today that got me thinking. I know, right? Stiffle the shock.<br /><br />"To Make a Comeback, You Have to Move On".<br /><br />As I sat at the stop light by our local Chick-fil-a, I started thinking about that sign and how true that statement is. A lot of times, when we struggle with something and we fall, or when tragedy strikes and we waver, we put our hands in the air and expect God to reach down and propel us toward a different future. We spend so much time in self-condemnation or self-pity, that we robe ourselves of the very step necessary to bring about change. We refuse (for whatever reason) to move forward.<br /><br />It says in the Word that his eyes roam the Earth looking for his children in need...that He is an ever present lighthouse in times of trouble, showing us which direction leads us back to His path. But there we sit, in our little dingy, riding wave after wave of troubled water, not willing or able to move towards that light. In fact, many times, we excuse ourselves of the responsibility of the pursuit all together. There comes a point when you realize that the only way to beat the situation is to put in your oars and prepare to row.<br /><br />Don't ride out the storm, fight for a comeback.Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17330147590195345972noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591553747395378275.post-76598467391168886112008-10-07T08:49:00.000-07:002008-10-07T08:57:01.528-07:00I have a new love....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_rIeTxBR2A8rYTAsN-MEeAOmJeObUfkBfKniz7xHbDtN3cLo9FJlnv97w7aIQHD2RzIibWYx-en2SfSaX90A_9rPVrjF9RI79jz9mP4OoAvKX1TYdD_UujdJf0t9P-63pXqxtJer4ZDk/s1600-h/kimbap1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254440331633098882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_rIeTxBR2A8rYTAsN-MEeAOmJeObUfkBfKniz7xHbDtN3cLo9FJlnv97w7aIQHD2RzIibWYx-en2SfSaX90A_9rPVrjF9RI79jz9mP4OoAvKX1TYdD_UujdJf0t9P-63pXqxtJer4ZDk/s200/kimbap1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Don't worry...it's not another man!!! Everyone and their brother's cousin knows that I'm not interested in anyone else of the male persuasion until my husband's incredibly nice legs start to go South. haha Never gonna happen! They show no signs of stopping and even if they did, I know I would become fixated on another part...his eyes run a close second!</div><div> </div><div>However, I have developed an increasing crush on Kim Bap. I'm crazy about the stuff. I think of different things to crush into the delicious wrapping of sesame seasoned rice and nori. (dried seaweed). My mouth waters at the anticipation of drowning it in soy sauce. Kim Bap is an enabler. I'd look pretty crazy downing a whole bottle of Kikkoman without it's help. Alas, only a few more days before my bamboo sushi mat arrives....the expectation alone is about to do me in!</div><br /><div></div>Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17330147590195345972noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591553747395378275.post-29363311682946559252008-09-24T10:07:00.000-07:002008-10-16T20:07:41.337-07:00When Heartbreak HappensSometimes its funny how a conversation with a friend leads you to remember the very simple facts that are foundational in your relationship with God. The following is a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">reflection</span> on my miscarriage and what I learned from it.<br /><br />During the last several years, we had only used Natural Family Planning because my system just gets totally out of whack on hormonal birth control. Anyway, we were very careful, but ended up pregnant a few years ago right around New Years. I was shocked. In fact, truth be told, I wasn't ready for another baby. Our last daughter was only around two at the time and I like to have mine more spaced out for sanity sake.<br /><br />Anyway, needless to say, I was upset and worried. Around the beginning of the second month, I started to feel a little better about it all. Through prayer and the support of my husband, I began to believe that God was indeed going to take care of us. In my sixth week of pregnancy, I started having irregular bleeding. I hadn't done this with ANY of my previous pregnancies and was very concerned. I called my doctor and she agreed to do an early ultrasound. We saw the little flashing heartbeat and she told me "Never fear" because she rarely ever looses a baby once she sees a heart beat. We went home relieved. Needless to say, I miscarried the very next day.<br /><br />Numb. That's the only way I can describe it. I felt numb. After that wore off, I moved on the anger. It took me several weeks to move through the different emotions until I came to a place to understand that God would indeed <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">redeem</span> this situation just like he had done so many times in my life. Sometimes I still wonder. But I know that the pain that I went through is overshadowed by the chance I have to give someone else hope.<br /><br />We conceived my son only 5 months after that. He's the wild child running through the nursery named Silas.<br /><br />I don't know why things happen the way they do. I'm not smart enough to figure everything out...but I do know that it is during times of hurt and disappointment that bring us closer to God. I don't believe we suffer just to rekindle our relationship with him, but I do believe it is sometimes the only silver lining in a bleak and cloudy season. Some day, I'll be able to ask why things like this happen, but until then, I take comfort in the fact that in times of trouble, he not only cares, but waits for me to come flying into his arms.Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17330147590195345972noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591553747395378275.post-27411277585444579352008-09-11T12:32:00.001-07:002008-09-25T22:09:01.153-07:00Ode to Graduate SchoolThis isn't really an ode....it's just more like a tirade.<br /><br />In my quest for self-punishment, I foolishly decided that grad school would be a really great choice for me this year. This decision turned out to be in line with the majority of decisions that have come before it.....<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dim sighted</span>. What the heck was I thinking??? There's a distinct possibility that I need some kind of 12 step program for self-abasement. What's next? Flogging myself? Am I really not that far removed from the albino <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">wackjob</span> in The Di <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Vinci</span> Code? (Excellent performance by Paul <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Bettany</span>, by the way!)<br /><br />So here's another rousing top ten list of things I can't stand or confuse me about graduate school:<br /><br />10)As hard as it is to believe, I'm actually paying quite a bit of money for this torture.<br /><br />9) Why haven't any long term studies been done on the relationship between childbearing and decreased brain mass? Inquiring (albeit...forgetful and disoriented) minds want to know!<br /><br />8) Why do the youth of today hate me?<br /><br />7) It is really unnecessary to have a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Ph</span>.D if your eventual career path leads you in a direction to point out my shortcomings.<br /><br />6) Seriously....what use is a Master's Degree these days? I'd be better off sitting at home and honing my Guitar Hero skills. That will probably be more impressive on the resume that I will someday submit to a previous <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">UCA</span> student that failed to matriculate due to their addiction to gaming but whose future employment was not impacted when they invented the latest and greatest <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Facebook</span> application that sweeps the nation.<br /><br />5) When does reiteration start to resemble 'line writing' like we did for swearing? Cause that's where I want to take my papers...right up to before that threshold to make my page minimums. (If you have no idea what 'line writing' is, I promise you will find nothing of use or value on this blog)<br /><br />4) Do I really need to know that George Washington wasn't our first president? Seriously? Is there a half penny or something that I don't know about? Is it still in circulation??? Has anyone stopped to consider how fragile my foundation in primary education is? The realization that I have been improperly schooled about such a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">pivotal</span> piece of education might bring the whole house of learning cards down on me. What next? Bill Clinton wasn't really a jogger??? Where does the madness end?<br /><br />3) How in the heck am I supposed to excel in graduate school when I can't even figure out how to open the intranet to get my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">freakin</span>' homework assignments?<br /><br />2) Wanna know how every single downfall through out civilization has <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">occurred</span>? <strong>GROUP WORK</strong>! The dark ages? It broke out after a little <strong>group work</strong>. Spanish Inquisition? <strong>Group work</strong>. Cold War? A little thing called <strong>group work</strong>. The implosion of the Challenger? <strong>Group work </strong>there too. Get the picture?<br /><br />1) Graduate school just <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">BITES</span></strong>!!!Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17330147590195345972noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591553747395378275.post-23960627660646337712008-08-15T13:25:00.000-07:002008-08-15T14:36:47.516-07:00What does your wedding dress say about you?Recently, I became aware of an article that was published by Forbes<br />about what your wedding dress says about you. The article I'm referring to can be found <a href="http://www.forbes.com/2008/06/06/wedding-style-personality-forbeslife-cx_ls_0606style.html">here</a>.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div></div><div>I disagreed with many of the conclusions that were drawn so I've decided to start my own now list:<br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSBa0T7B0jF-031l7aPiECHbOxWMEIbNJ5VdwsFE-IY2zure_BA679jLB2YGhSkhEriWdSBKlj3kmlcUkORquSXodKte60NF3Q3Phl2AYsyaSampkddcLxGpEZzwGgsPQmYopBtXzRijw/s1600-h/weddress_01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234844852344413426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSBa0T7B0jF-031l7aPiECHbOxWMEIbNJ5VdwsFE-IY2zure_BA679jLB2YGhSkhEriWdSBKlj3kmlcUkORquSXodKte60NF3Q3Phl2AYsyaSampkddcLxGpEZzwGgsPQmYopBtXzRijw/s200/weddress_01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Ruffles: Forbes says that picking a dress like this makes you <strong>Ready to Party</strong>. Really? Ready to party? Because to me, it only looks like you stand ready to distribute hundreds of yards of toilet paper to a Charmin challenged nation.</div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjluCzloS9z1i5j0STgD62jXqxoDAJO7k0u57hqnPtKyF_0zoiy1mjWP2MK_ux7Rgj7LXwBggPTq30HfqdgIZyFjDybAt2K7hwQwMxEYxBsCR28qwFlfaElvj411n0_9hal2So0S00k1uw/s1600-h/weddress_02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234846118692362082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjluCzloS9z1i5j0STgD62jXqxoDAJO7k0u57hqnPtKyF_0zoiy1mjWP2MK_ux7Rgj7LXwBggPTq30HfqdgIZyFjDybAt2K7hwQwMxEYxBsCR28qwFlfaElvj411n0_9hal2So0S00k1uw/s200/weddress_02.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div>Sheath: Evidently, a sheath dress means that you are <strong>Modern</strong>. I guess if modern means 'totally devoid of any appealing shape whatsoever' then they are right on the money!</div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBN0nNr1Ghf72T9A0TXSKXLSyooFJuhOBnm4CzpitcqkCwH3QRPYlkCzFZPry9PCkQW4pTHhV0khCiD6BH8yj9pYL2VhbedcFIk4nnmjxeQ9cUXvOyO2z2YhPC7Gu-d8hY-2JWFoAqfag/s1600-h/weddress_03.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234847014707592786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBN0nNr1Ghf72T9A0TXSKXLSyooFJuhOBnm4CzpitcqkCwH3QRPYlkCzFZPry9PCkQW4pTHhV0khCiD6BH8yj9pYL2VhbedcFIk4nnmjxeQ9cUXvOyO2z2YhPC7Gu-d8hY-2JWFoAqfag/s200/weddress_03.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Empire: Supposedly, an empire waistline means that you are <strong>Old Fashioned</strong>. And by old fashioned they must mean fond of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">yesteryear</span> where the ladies cinched up their <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">diaphragms</span> and decided not to breath for a few hours until released from their misery. It looks like the only thing this empire dress <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">reminds</span> this bride of is how she adores the taste of blood. Either Empire is slang for Vampire, or she's about to set everyone in the church on fire after being bathed in matrimonial pig blood.<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDv6aEq9XVbN_3jbk3_EyVhwNeWLnOSKTusvF_URapQkqXHoAZ7XwtFn1y4XVkI2Rb_OBhlHwP8_6XvtVy0mrn_WbMi8YgpU3rk_NJJIIRDaQSOh3FCK2ZI92rmys1t5jv46Cn5TpjYN8/s1600-h/weddress_04.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234847065577535986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDv6aEq9XVbN_3jbk3_EyVhwNeWLnOSKTusvF_URapQkqXHoAZ7XwtFn1y4XVkI2Rb_OBhlHwP8_6XvtVy0mrn_WbMi8YgpU3rk_NJJIIRDaQSOh3FCK2ZI92rmys1t5jv46Cn5TpjYN8/s200/weddress_04.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Halter: Halter dresses mean you are <strong>Practical</strong>. Practically what? Practically about to cause your minister to pass out when he sees your squished and squeezed cleavage? How practical are you? Practical enough to use it as an apron after the ceremony? Sometimes there should be a limit to practicality. Who the heck wants to be practical on their wedding day anyway? Lie to your average and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">uber</span> conscious bride and tell her what a diva she looks like....only remember to say it again when she's standing in the kitchen baking cookies in it later!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdYEtK_06JUUu9fGKJq6xva5fn2CJEVvFUjd5Ft3Cre31L4phWDiCqj9qY60f6xAUp-eqtgnH9yeCzuw5Fquzf-Ryg9spGSwUI_6DWMkMRQKrHBE0Mnz1E_V3vCVshk7NBoCM5H9AyKyo/s1600-h/weddress_05.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234847109562999090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdYEtK_06JUUu9fGKJq6xva5fn2CJEVvFUjd5Ft3Cre31L4phWDiCqj9qY60f6xAUp-eqtgnH9yeCzuw5Fquzf-Ryg9spGSwUI_6DWMkMRQKrHBE0Mnz1E_V3vCVshk7NBoCM5H9AyKyo/s200/weddress_05.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Sleeves: Brides who chose dresses with sleeves are <strong>Modest</strong>. That's code for 'You think your arms are too fat!' </div><br /><div></div><div>If you must wear sleeves, please don't wear them attached to a dress that looks like it was made out of your grandma's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">doilies</span>!<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzyFw0g_v9xJ5UDcz3NGxA7B6kMQM4nUtvbVT_6JxYD0xWbJzntVbKXFoUmm3jL__I5PmGszZ8jJDhAxYh1BSY1TDXQ5WQC1Qz-gT27hBBvtFtqUljgnYUatbo1sP1qZ_K80D-fgpBGd8/s1600-h/weddress_06.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234859649234644738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzyFw0g_v9xJ5UDcz3NGxA7B6kMQM4nUtvbVT_6JxYD0xWbJzntVbKXFoUmm3jL__I5PmGszZ8jJDhAxYh1BSY1TDXQ5WQC1Qz-gT27hBBvtFtqUljgnYUatbo1sP1qZ_K80D-fgpBGd8/s200/weddress_06.jpg" border="0" /></a>Ball Gown: A woman that walks down the aisle in a ball gown is <strong>Extravagant</strong>. Extravagant? No. Setting yourself up for failure? Yes! You might seriously think you're walking down the aisle to meet your prince charming. If so, that Thigh Master that he buys you for your 6<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">th</span> birthday together will <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">dispel</span> that nasty assumption! When your staring at his dirty underwear on the floor a year from now, you'll think you traded George <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Clooney</span> for Homer Simpson. He doesn't leave his dirty laundry on the floor? All that means is that he's waiting for you guys to have kids so that they create a buffer of distraction to conceal his dastardly deed.<br /></div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw_IAsS6MRSMUP8bQ3vK7O4unvHYCiiPLwwqRVgio5kb5UdwpssgE8h25rYk0o4VQv3mUkhAfNXavH4t0kyQ0W5IRLM4fhZpnEsUdH0O5DQcU71-IoYIRf0BY7aMf1Jd5J9GwWG4ncLDA/s1600-h/weddress_07.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234847218899248210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw_IAsS6MRSMUP8bQ3vK7O4unvHYCiiPLwwqRVgio5kb5UdwpssgE8h25rYk0o4VQv3mUkhAfNXavH4t0kyQ0W5IRLM4fhZpnEsUdH0O5DQcU71-IoYIRf0BY7aMf1Jd5J9GwWG4ncLDA/s200/weddress_07.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Mermaid: Mermaid choosers are <strong>Proud of Their Curves</strong>. Nope. It means your devoid of all taste and from the looks of this model, are quite possibly headless to boot.<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMqAT8OMXrWOdik6Mzk-A4cM7PtTRWbI-9FzMscQ-kysODqa2BL6XgriQN-OpWWkRzoPatZs-WnI-HU8DoRW5APeG4339aIRoRku7K2nJUot8PbMmfIiD7DjbacjfK1DGaZWfuFEcsqyY/s1600-h/weddress_08.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234847279752070194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMqAT8OMXrWOdik6Mzk-A4cM7PtTRWbI-9FzMscQ-kysODqa2BL6XgriQN-OpWWkRzoPatZs-WnI-HU8DoRW5APeG4339aIRoRku7K2nJUot8PbMmfIiD7DjbacjfK1DGaZWfuFEcsqyY/s200/weddress_08.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><div>Strapless: <strong>Conventional</strong> </div><br /><div></div><div>If this appeared on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">GRE</span> test, it would be a test of your ability to unravel antonyms. Seriously? We've gotten to a point in society where wearing a strapless dress in a church is conventional? We have strange conventions.<br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1eQUwCO8CQnqr6TLOU0Qw8P7jeQtdafFML-dvAK1NFasE8kC5nESrms9FoilhwNx65jqBwba18F9VVo5uSX5jiSSlWV85q5MLSrdrSUWXaJBMrfJPMdxEkOYHTsiy36-qCgiMZpBF_Ys/s1600-h/weddress_09.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234847339953394898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1eQUwCO8CQnqr6TLOU0Qw8P7jeQtdafFML-dvAK1NFasE8kC5nESrms9FoilhwNx65jqBwba18F9VVo5uSX5jiSSlWV85q5MLSrdrSUWXaJBMrfJPMdxEkOYHTsiy36-qCgiMZpBF_Ys/s200/weddress_09.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Short: Brides that prefer things short are <strong>Unconventional</strong>. See... If you are unsure based on the hemline, you can also tell she's unconventional by the way her dress has straps on it. (See above) The other dead giveaway is that most people that attach clam shells to their person are not brides, but are aquatic performers of some kind. Bum rap for aquatic performers since I'm sure a great many of them consider themselves to be conventional by any other measure.<br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Oy4b9X3FIfiNR0C15AUgCUZuFW-0eqJ32XTOdZxTfKjhH6sT7qOX3LTnITi83RG0antqtRZlaXxZJLr47UL9TUTN78lMLr-uA1BbhvNQfQzv9Tjq-6rKDYQC8tLwrqFGNgQg87qNRrk/s1600-h/weddress_10.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234847402200011522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Oy4b9X3FIfiNR0C15AUgCUZuFW-0eqJ32XTOdZxTfKjhH6sT7qOX3LTnITi83RG0antqtRZlaXxZJLr47UL9TUTN78lMLr-uA1BbhvNQfQzv9Tjq-6rKDYQC8tLwrqFGNgQg87qNRrk/s200/weddress_10.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Goddess: Women that choose this type of gown are considered <strong>Fashion Forward</strong>. I'm thinking schizophrenic. There's a possibility that personality A wanted to go with a sheath, while personality B really wanted to accentuate her curves (bad taste) by wearing a mermaid. But wait, Sybil's not done yet. Personality C wanted to go all the way with a strapless, but poor Personality D just wanted to keep things unconventional. Needless to say, if your new brides comes strolling down the aisle in this little number...you had better have an abundance of mental health insurance. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Momma's</span> gonna need it!<br /></div><br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17330147590195345972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591553747395378275.post-14619504254962922072008-08-12T14:56:00.000-07:002008-08-12T15:20:35.361-07:00So.....what's a body look like?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixXEOvi0h18cMw9GH_wxfhW26Sw0zEWghtb0ikrskqcavJ74wIsUz2FjGwgq_EqNUreV63zcVlg5O3V66lJvEJ8ReF5kp_OEGQbBDTCsDUyOix9AVqzgEgflY7HV9PoLXx-a0FKxsxxQs/s1600-h/beijingolympics1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233755563415681778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px" height="267" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixXEOvi0h18cMw9GH_wxfhW26Sw0zEWghtb0ikrskqcavJ74wIsUz2FjGwgq_EqNUreV63zcVlg5O3V66lJvEJ8ReF5kp_OEGQbBDTCsDUyOix9AVqzgEgflY7HV9PoLXx-a0FKxsxxQs/s200/beijingolympics1.jpg" width="192" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>So, like every other family in America, we've been glued to the tube the last few days watching Phelps gather up gold medals like E<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">aster</span> eggs. Although watching him (and all the wonderful competitors, both American and otherwise) is indeed a site to see, my husband and I both witnessed the most awesome experience during the opening ceremonies.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>As we sat on the couch and watched scene after scene, it became overwhelming how harmoniously the Chinese performers worked together to create such a show of symmetry! I have seen marching bands that would be considered by many to be impressive, but it was NOTHING compared to what we saw take place that night: Every step was assured, every single individual worked with those around them to become like one moving picture... one body.</div><br /><div></div><div></div><br /><div>Eventually, it got to a part where there were a collection of boxes in the center of the arena. Hundreds and hundreds of boxes that all moved up and down to create really complex designs. My husband and I argued over whether they were computerized. "Those are DEFINITELY people under there, Jason!" "No way, Heather, there is NO WAY people could work that well together as one." "Oh yes they could, if they were Chinese!"</div><br /><div></div><div></div><br /><div>Needless to say, a few minutes later I was vindicated. Up jumped the boxes and people poured out from under their cardboard 'shells'. Instead of rubbing in my meager victory, I was absolutely stopped dead in my tracks by my husband's response...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtNWX612LyP84Z78z7PuGFNlHv1hoSjuxg-J5xHTpSTjcmL8PiG9d9fDVEC-iKxYMm3mICkwxikrYpynjo3V73LSTebaf2DeckdFa76Fr8mFrKWiNCmix6g9RX9Nom1WA8NJQ3oz1eLv4/s1600-h/beijingolympics2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233759287567602034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtNWX612LyP84Z78z7PuGFNlHv1hoSjuxg-J5xHTpSTjcmL8PiG9d9fDVEC-iKxYMm3mICkwxikrYpynjo3V73LSTebaf2DeckdFa76Fr8mFrKWiNCmix6g9RX9Nom1WA8NJQ3oz1eLv4/s200/beijingolympics2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>"You know, that's what we're supposed to be like... the Body of Christ. Can you imagine the impact that we would have and the things that we could accomplish if we could stop arguing and feeling superior long enough to really work together as God intended? Not only would it be efficient, look at how captivating it is to others watching?"</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Believe it or not, that revelation rendered me speechless.</div><br /><br /><div></div>Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17330147590195345972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591553747395378275.post-48337568867788884222008-08-05T07:10:00.000-07:002008-08-05T10:50:37.057-07:00Deep Thoughts From a Source...Albeit a STRANGE Source!Sometimes you find wisdom in the strangest of places.<br /><br />I don't know if it's because I'm cynical or because I'm jaded, but for the most part, I don't put a lot of stock in Christian television speakers. Now, I'm not saying they all reek of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">commercialism</span> and greed, but the sad truth is that many people that say they come in the name of Jesus, have proven themselves to only be coming for that next pledge or donation.<br /><br />In addition to this mistrust of television evangelists, I don't watch a lot of television. I do make an effort to watch it here and there (a little show called 'House' comes to mind), but for the most part, my ears don't perk up for anything other than a few sarcastic remarks from Hugh Laurie or the mesmerizing theme song for yet ANOTHER rerun of Law and Order that I will happily watch again. Added to this is the belief that anything on television during daylight hours is bound to destroy brain cells at a faster rate than huffing.<br /><br />Imagine my surprise at finding myself watching Joyce Meyer this morning. For some unknown reason (divine appointment) I resisted the urge to turn off the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tv</span> and sat for a few minutes to watch. She was speaking on Boldness and Confidence...two areas that I fail in miserably.<br /><br />This is the basic <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">gist</span> of the teaching:<br /><br />1) You've been given an opportunity to ask for what you need and desire as long as it falls into the will of God.<br /><br />2) Because of your position in the belief of Jesus, you have the ability to approach the Lord with confidence and boldness as spoken of in SEVERAL scriptures both Old and New with your petitions.<br /><br />3) When we don't approach with confidence and boldness, it is out of false humility and fear (that sounds familiar).<br /><br />4) We can't allow obstacles to keep us from doing the work that has been laid out for us. The Lord has put specific passions in our hearts for a reason. If you push through the obstacles and keep going, a blessing waits on the other side.<br /><br />Wisdom. Even when it comes out of a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">tv</span>. Say what you want about faith, but I think its UNCANNY how God will go the extra mile to make the same point twice to reaffirm that you're on the right path. Makes it easy for those of us that are cynical and not so good with directions.Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17330147590195345972noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591553747395378275.post-42019158017496460022008-07-28T07:12:00.000-07:002008-08-05T10:53:13.276-07:00Christine CaineHonestly, I'm having a little trouble putting into words the experience that I had last night. My friend Nicholle and I went to the Little Rock Campus to see Christine <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Caine</span> from <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Hillsong</span> Church. Always a great speaker, I was excited about what nugget of wisdom she would be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">doling</span> out in her "<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Awesomely</span> laid back <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Australian</span> way". Even so, the full impact of much of what she had to say was surprising.<br /><br />I don't know if its because of my history, or because I am usually a champion of the underdog, but when she spoke about her newest outreach project <a href="http://www.equipandempower.org/abolition.asp">The A21 Campaign</a>, my outrage was so strong that a fever LITERALLY spread over my entire body! I wish I had been brave enough to go up and talk to her.Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17330147590195345972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591553747395378275.post-29642889029082400852008-07-24T11:53:00.000-07:002008-07-29T08:47:42.609-07:00Fear and the SweaterToday has been a strange day. A day of thinking and wondering...a day of questions and reflection...a day where I'm LOOKING for something. These kind of days are both awesome, and trying. Awesome if you are given some wisdom, and dismally trying if you don't get any.<br /><br />I've been thinking about fear the last few days... especially today. Fear about the plans that God has for you, fear about what others may think of those plans, fear about having no plan at all, or WORSE... following your own plan when its SO obvious that its yours instead of His.<br /><br />I would say that my fear falls into the second category. I think that's true of a lot of<br />Christians. Sometimes we argue ourselves out of what God's told us to do just because the dream is SO large and SO unrealistic, that we hide in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">uncertainty</span> without ever using our gifts as effectively as we could. You hide your passion and dole out just a tad at a time to keep from revealing the unabridged version to those around you...even people that you trust with many other things.<br /><br />Sometimes the fear of appearing prideful makes us cowardly.<br /><br />I don't think its prideful to speak with authority what God tells YOU to say. It's not prideful to be given a gift that is better expressed in a group setting. It's not prideful to be bubbling over with excitement to tell someone the latest bit of wisdom you've been given. In fact, its prideful not to: That means we've allow ourselves to start believing that by reeling in our gifting, <strong>we've</strong> made the right decision. That decision isn't ours to make.<br /><br />Life is strange. It's like someone giving you a sweater at Christmas and saying..."Thanks so much for this gift. I know you thought a lot of me to give it to me, and I think its' really great....but I'm not going to wear it out of the house. I just don't want anyone else to see it. I'm worried what they would think."<br /><br />I wonder if He sits there shaking his head in bewilderment. I'm sure he does, but I don't think it ends there. I think he looks for someone else to send a sweater.Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17330147590195345972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591553747395378275.post-49404989949012329682008-07-16T14:00:00.000-07:002008-07-16T14:02:16.543-07:00What a cool guy!I like him. He has a realness about him that's refreshing to see in student ministry. I think I'll also give him a blog link on my totally groovy list of awesomely cool blogs to read.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.jasoncurry.org/">www.jasoncurry.org</a>Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17330147590195345972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591553747395378275.post-58924984122030669032008-07-09T08:06:00.000-07:002008-07-29T08:47:18.291-07:00Stop for Pedestrians in CrosswalkI'm sure I've seen these signs a thousand times over, but when I saw it this morning, God jumped on it as an opportunity to share with me something that I think affects anyone that has ever been in ministry.<br /><br />This is the warning sign that I wish all Christians wore around their necks as reminders. How many times in the past have I known of a hurt, or of someone in need of encouragement, but let my own life and trials keep me from "stopping" for them. Oh I might slow down a little, I might even give them a brief pause long enough to hear that there is a problem, but then...its right back up to mock speed without really stopping long enough to give any life to the situation. The sad truth of the matter is, it's an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">inconvenience</span> to my life at the time. Oh... I know. We would all like to believe that we've never gotten into that pattern in leadership, but I don't think many of us can honestly say we've never been there, or never left someone in need behind shivering in our wake.<br /><br />It's time to take inventory and realize its a problem, admit past defeat, and then try to have it happen less. That's the bright lining! Its a problem that can be fixed by being more concerned about listening for discernment, then with the birthday party that we have to be at that afternoon. If we want to be Christlike in our leadership, then we have to realize that what he's called us to do is more than a pause...more than a yield and a "I'll be praying for you". It's a STOP: A complete cessation of motion until the hazard is avoided or diverted.<br /><br />That's what kind of leader I want to be: One that takes enough time to take care of 'pedestrians' in their 'crosswalk'. Not pausing just long enough to <strong>feel</strong> like I've made a difference, but STOPPING long enough to KNOW I've made one.Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17330147590195345972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591553747395378275.post-57268547771439774142008-06-25T08:52:00.000-07:002008-06-25T09:12:39.369-07:00I wish....I was a fiction writer. So bad. Is it wrong to be jealous of those that can put pen to paper and come up with something astoundingly creative? I am. The most creative thing I can come up with is whether to make shells and cheese or rice-a-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">roni</span> for dinner. (Between you and I...the rice-a-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">roni</span> has more of a "throw caution to the wind and live" kind of thing going on!)<br /><br />Can you imagine a career where you spend your time daydreaming and researching areas of particular interest to you? Heaven.Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17330147590195345972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591553747395378275.post-67791365487657427942008-05-23T12:39:00.000-07:002008-12-09T16:30:03.366-08:00Another.......<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw_lBhVruQqAfPcvhKNHs3kW4QDEdU5t3_YZVFvVtcQpioJ_Zpt4ciurIqU5SkEkvYTQfhFugTjQHTOdPod895X9SKQQ86EsiP5nde2b0xKCqnQKbGPhxs9KQ7vQcbZGdlUQyZCqKW3Qg/s1600-h/crazy_harry.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203660623874444274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw_lBhVruQqAfPcvhKNHs3kW4QDEdU5t3_YZVFvVtcQpioJ_Zpt4ciurIqU5SkEkvYTQfhFugTjQHTOdPod895X9SKQQ86EsiP5nde2b0xKCqnQKbGPhxs9KQ7vQcbZGdlUQyZCqKW3Qg/s200/crazy_harry.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHHTzZMkITIwScjOTL__xiYelLKx5qSp_nhYc24bo-ZDOh8kfHmUMMDJeHHIN1TYnSQdUMmJjRa2PbzPDVK37AzkPsSI4F3Sn_NYi9TMI9CqD8UpRDU8MFiYme3-xpIj6Do_8jbwlOwDs/s1600-h/stevebuscemi2.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203660555154967522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHHTzZMkITIwScjOTL__xiYelLKx5qSp_nhYc24bo-ZDOh8kfHmUMMDJeHHIN1TYnSQdUMmJjRa2PbzPDVK37AzkPsSI4F3Sn_NYi9TMI9CqD8UpRDU8MFiYme3-xpIj6Do_8jbwlOwDs/s200/stevebuscemi2.bmp" border="0" /></a><br />Crazy Harry vs. Steve Buscemi<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17330147590195345972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591553747395378275.post-17121801353338249812008-05-16T13:12:00.000-07:002008-07-29T08:48:02.805-07:00Why Christian?I dabbled with religion all the way through high school and college. I was interested in EVERY religion other than Christianity. Christianity just seemed the most idiotic and illogical. (I see now that my view was very tarnished by propaganda thinking considering every major religion focuses on faith rather than logic.) I got very into philosophy during college and became really disenfranchised with all religions. (Think Marx and the whole "opiate of the masses" argument)<br /><br />I decided to stop searching and considered myself to be atheist. Didn't start looking again until God showed me that it wasn't so much about me finding my own answers as it was allowing myself to be guided by his.<br /><br />I still question eveything. LOL God just "grew" me that way. But, I have had enough experiences now that I don't really question my faith to the point of unbelief. Faith isn't about knowing all the answers, it's about believing when you don't.Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17330147590195345972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591553747395378275.post-59898985137724164542008-05-13T13:25:00.001-07:002008-12-09T16:30:03.899-08:00Another to ponder<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKQf7-O6tC4V1LysnNAL70S2urcBZxxxmeeWXUV9K1gt5auqqC88TE6JAzmHjbBtrzqZxJzhCQmeZLafMINWntda7M2bzetVFaoBOt9vb5Nw_WYVj6a3q5-u-nNwsLIyvOKDn4lnVx3NI/s1600-h/michaeljacksm.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199961284898484050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKQf7-O6tC4V1LysnNAL70S2urcBZxxxmeeWXUV9K1gt5auqqC88TE6JAzmHjbBtrzqZxJzhCQmeZLafMINWntda7M2bzetVFaoBOt9vb5Nw_WYVj6a3q5-u-nNwsLIyvOKDn4lnVx3NI/s200/michaeljacksm.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjuGLTcMzmr6JBQechYvRhWuVYb7NIhYafQh3XxauU8QjpLx1TRSmb5b2i8nlCna_JF2A021GcFsSYevMNHX9Mndx5ITt_gyiUnzrHl4gW0s2LafCPMTLkhM4yR_wB6LbMfvc-aaFooe8/s1600-h/Pug1sm.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199961379387764578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjuGLTcMzmr6JBQechYvRhWuVYb7NIhYafQh3XxauU8QjpLx1TRSmb5b2i8nlCna_JF2A021GcFsSYevMNHX9Mndx5ITt_gyiUnzrHl4gW0s2LafCPMTLkhM4yR_wB6LbMfvc-aaFooe8/s200/Pug1sm.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div>Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17330147590195345972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591553747395378275.post-49444961847040668002008-05-09T10:54:00.000-07:002008-12-09T16:30:04.553-08:00Celebrity LookalikesI like celebrities that look like different people, things, animals, muppets, etc.<br /><br />Here's one for consideration:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Donatella Versace and Janice from the Muppets<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjxTbjmoazVF6geoMahyphenhyphenBbwAtgbNd-xAI3hnrok-E8feK-xMSxxArJHGZGTC4FnhEpELB7NdFBp-6blauV2S5tsmA2NtBWhImzuESS2TD2zO-b1hYpqnik88tImhzYyfVenGOoD2ahcI0/s1600-h/donatella.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198438930944730866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjxTbjmoazVF6geoMahyphenhyphenBbwAtgbNd-xAI3hnrok-E8feK-xMSxxArJHGZGTC4FnhEpELB7NdFBp-6blauV2S5tsmA2NtBWhImzuESS2TD2zO-b1hYpqnik88tImhzYyfVenGOoD2ahcI0/s200/donatella.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Z6cTYbzqsRWr3ftesvQ_xpJ_W70JU_YRbKKNZ_J2iQrupiM6UY4N9ZRNQcPw6zKbhZNG0j7dHKh3ES-BU951v1wzurkeFan7VhEfVEM257ks0EN99buWpyjFSyATVRM8xWFYBhC6th4/s1600-h/Janice-MuppetsTV.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198439180052834050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Z6cTYbzqsRWr3ftesvQ_xpJ_W70JU_YRbKKNZ_J2iQrupiM6UY4N9ZRNQcPw6zKbhZNG0j7dHKh3ES-BU951v1wzurkeFan7VhEfVEM257ks0EN99buWpyjFSyATVRM8xWFYBhC6th4/s200/Janice-MuppetsTV.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p><br /></p>Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17330147590195345972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591553747395378275.post-83840048705334088422008-05-05T16:08:00.000-07:002008-07-29T08:49:22.717-07:00Eternal PerspectiveI guess I'm starting to get nervous. I have to speak on Monday to a large group of women, and as grateful as I am for the opportunity, I can't help focusing on what I'm going to say of if it will have any impact. When you put yourself out there for God, you're hoping to make a difference for SOMEONE...anyone really. I started thinking about all of the things that have happened in my life and how my perspective has changed so much, even though the circumstances stand unchanged.<br /><br /><br /><br />I was pregnant and unmarried at 17. Not that big of a shocker in this day and age, but it rocked to the core my Bible belt family. Needless to say, it was a very unplanned and unwanted pregnancy. As I struggled through college and a terrible marriage...I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dwell ed</span> on how God didn't protect me...didn't watch out for me. How I was left to suffer the consequences when I saw a lot of girls doing the same thing...maybe doing it even more....and <strong>they</strong> never ended up pregnant. I thought about it when I had to decline walking in my high school graduation. I thought about it when I would go to the grocery store and get disapproving looks from older women. I thought about it as a single mother struggling to make it out of college with two jobs and a little girl. I thought about it a lot and I never got an answer.<br /><br /><br /><br />Fast forward a few years. I grew up. I became a believer. I changed. I got an eternal perspective. Was it that God didn't protect me? No. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">After all</span>, statistically I should have gotten an STD? Was it that God didn't watch out for me? No. I never wanted for anything and always had plenty. In fact, although I struggled, I beat the odds and graduated from college with high marks.<br /><br />I get it now. My vision isn't short sighted...it's long term. All those years when I thought that God had abandoned me and took revenge, he was really being merciful. Instead of all of the bad things that could have happened...he took one look at me and decided that he would make me a mother. He gave me the opportunity to be "Mommy" to a great kid.<br /><br />See what I mean? Same outcome, different outlook. He didn't curse me with a teenage pregnancy...he blessed me in spite of my sinfulness. Sometimes I think a lot of the bad things that happen to us in life are like this. Maybe if we could see the big picture, we would understand what he has in store for all of us. If we could get over our shortsightedness we could see how differently tragedies look with eternity in mind.Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17330147590195345972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591553747395378275.post-4685875614878530312008-05-01T13:28:00.000-07:002008-07-29T08:48:35.253-07:00Toad Suck Daze MadnessIt's that time of year again when everyone in our small community goes stark raving mad about toads. Enough that they are in a "daze" even.<br /><br />One of my good friends is running in the 5K without me tomorrow. I am sad at the loss of camaraderie....almost as much as I am sad about the lost opportunity to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">carb</span> load without feeling guilty.<br /><br />Perhaps I will go by Wally World and buy some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">doughnuts</span>! This doughnut's for you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Jemay</span>!Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17330147590195345972noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591553747395378275.post-603214200345544962008-04-24T10:30:00.001-07:002008-04-28T09:30:51.049-07:00Nevermind me...Just tighten the straightjacket!Ah. Home ownership. Doesn't it sound grand? Doesn't the mere mention of it make the flowers brighter and the birds chirpier and the sun...well, SUNNIER???<br /><br />After having spent an entire weekend working in my new house to make it presentable, I can tell you that the groaning of a breaking back will override the chirping of those birds every <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">FREAKIN</span></span>' time! How much work did I do? Enough to inspire one of my Top Ten lists. But because of a lack of follow through and because my hands hurt SO bad...I'm limiting it to only 5.<br /><br />The Top Five things that EVERY homeowner needs to understand:<br /><br />1) Procrastination is NOT your friend. If you put off pulling those 5 inch weeds for a few weeks, there will only be 25 inch weeds there to greet you later. Unless, you finagle a way to get a neighborhood kid to pull them for a minute amount of money. That usually requires some good "dirt" on the kid though and now they are into <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">virally</span></span> displaying their "dirt" for everyone to see as a passage into <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ce</span></span>-web-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">rity</span></span>. Good luck blackmailing them now!<br /><br />2) Just because you own a faucet AND a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">crescent</span> wrench doesn't mean you are licensed to use them together. Quit being cheap and hire someone. Divorce is WAY more expensive than a plumber.<br /><br />3) The amount that gets done at your house in a weekend is directly proportional to the amount of time your television is on. Save yourself the trouble of blowing out your vocal cords and just unplug the stupid thing. Children even up to the age of 14 or so will believe that lightning DID, in fact, strike only your television and it sets them up to witness a miracle of massive proportions on Monday when the stupid box turns back on. Be a "dream giver" to your children!<br /><br />4) There are 24 hours in a day. Most projects will take twice to three times as long as you have them "scheduled" for. Your check list may look impressive on paper, but it is likely to be unattainable in real life. Don't worry- you will have plenty time to keep the "fun" going on Monday night while you kids are plastered blank faced in front of the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">tv</span></span> shaking from <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">withdrawals</span>.<br /><br />5) Don't buy one of everything. 99.9% of tools can be borrowed from others. In fact, I contend that's why God created neighbors. Don't become a plight though, return the love by making some great coffee as a thank you. That... or give them the television that you were able to do without for an entire weekend. Heck, maybe your kids will follow the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">tv</span></span> and move in with them too! That's a great upside to borrowing!Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17330147590195345972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591553747395378275.post-16207747522179521662008-04-23T14:43:00.000-07:002008-04-23T14:50:04.957-07:00Here's a little story 'bout a man named Silas...Why does my one-year old understand that I am incapable for catching him in my transformer boot (see below). Does that seem fair? I don't think that's fair!<br /><br />I don't get it. He will sit and take a toy and hit himself over and over in the head again and again and again trying to see if it will always produce the same outcome. How in the world can THAT SAME CHILD understand that I am incapacitated???<br /><br />God MUST have a sense of humor!<br /><br />Either that or his Daddy explained it all to him. Probably both, which explains how I ended up with my husband AND my son.Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17330147590195345972noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8591553747395378275.post-40988731739020491502008-04-15T13:24:00.000-07:002008-12-09T16:30:04.880-08:00Ode to my walking boot.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ0xQgiEh91CbI3CYSib9fbTRP_mVTjo5qcihVLWlBvisAZQFCuDBlqZXK_97cz7rfgUk8w8rBhLRTNAH9JmxH-6QmyJOhq1syo1oSxCzlJYTzUeTbfwbKxZD92UsQz1MkR9SOHEN2P5c/s1600-h/Walking-Boot.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189570885299086770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ0xQgiEh91CbI3CYSib9fbTRP_mVTjo5qcihVLWlBvisAZQFCuDBlqZXK_97cz7rfgUk8w8rBhLRTNAH9JmxH-6QmyJOhq1syo1oSxCzlJYTzUeTbfwbKxZD92UsQz1MkR9SOHEN2P5c/s200/Walking-Boot.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Have you ever seen such a beautiful boot?</div><br /><div></div><br /><p>Seriously, have you?</p><p>A lot of people would look at this boot and think....."Whoa, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Stormtrooper</span> coming through". But me? I think it has a bit of a 'Transformer' look to it. Besides, what other boot do I have with not one...but TWO fabulous metal sticks on the side???</p><p>Alas, this is going to be a long 3 to 6 weeks! On the upside, it gives me a legitimate reason not to be working out. Not that I was above using all those illegitimate reasons before.</p>Sassyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17330147590195345972noreply@blogger.com0