Merry Christmas with a yellow ribbon

Today is a wonderful day to spend with family and friends, eat lots of food and get lots of new things. But we should also remember the people who can’t be with their family and friends, who get their normal rations and have the threat of losing something more than stuff on every day, not just Christmas. Our soldiers overseas are in the line of fire all day every day. As my family was getting ready to start opening presents this morning the news anchor started talking about how there had been a bombing on a US embassy in the Middle East and we immediately turned the TV off so it wouldn’t ruin our happy Christmas mood.

While pretty much everybody on the country would understand and probably do the same thing, it’s still kind of eye opening to really think about. There are men and women over there having to clean up after a bombing, picking through the destruction, possibly even having to find and identify bodies while we were opening presents and judging whether they were good enough for us or not.

So whether you agree with the war or not, whether you support the president or not, Republican or Democrat, passivist or fighter, Army brat or typical suburb child, we should all support the troops who are risking their lives every day. They don’t care if you support the war or not, or your views on the president and his choices. They are fighting for our freedoms and they deserve our support, no matter what, no matter where.

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Animal Care and Control

It was so sad today, I was on my way back to work and saw a brown lab that I had never seen before digging through someone’s trash for food. I almost stopped and if I hadn’t already been basically late for work I would have. Instead I called the local Animal Care and Control to have someone come out and pick the poor baby up. As much as I hate the idea of putting dogs in shelters, a cage would be better than being outside in the rain and cold. When I called them back on my way home again a few hours later though they said that they weren’t able to find the dog. 😦 that was just one of the saddest things I’ve seen in real life. You always see the super sad pictures of starving children and dogs that have been used as bait and children who have been abused, but you don’t usually see things like that in real life. It was just very shocking to me.

I spent a few months working for the local humane society and it just totally captured my passion. I have always been an animal person (which is why I have 3 dogs, all rescues) and I wish there was something I could do! I have been staring longingly at an empty old car dealership by my house and wishing that I could turn it into a bully breed rescue even though I know that it isn’t really a possibility. I have plans and an outline drawn up for a book that I want to write to bring more attention to the problems that animals face in the shelters. I see updates every Thursday on Facebook from a friend who tries to work with a small shelter in rural IT about the dogs that they don’t have the room for and will euthanize if they don’t get adopted by Monday. It’s so horrible because the puppies are so adorable and it breaks my heart that they most likely won’t be around next week. I wish I could just turn into a crazy dog lady and adopt/rescue every single dog that I see who needs love!

My goal is to write my book, get it published and be on The Daily Show with John Stewart.  (I have plenty of other dreams that are all over the board but this is one of the most important)

ADOPT! DON’T SHOP!!!

When I got gutsy — and finally lost that weight

This is so amazing! Whether WW is your thing or not, there is so much encouragement in here! Commit to yourself, its a lifestyle change not something with an end date, do it for you not for anyone else.

write meg!

I wasn’t sure I could do it.

And I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

I’d grown used to being the curvy girl — the one with the “pretty face.” Even as my dress size climbed through my teens and twenties, I refused to give in to self-doubt. I didn’t want to focus on my weight — even though, in reality, I already was.

When I needed larger jeans, I bought them.

When I wanted to have a second cupcake, I did.


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I’d gotten listless, cranky, easily tired or sick. But I wasn’t a woman accustomed to depriving herself or scaling back. I was afraid to address the issue of my climbing weight because I “didn’t want to obsess about it,” as I told my fiancé. The idea of a weight loss program where I’d have to track points — and be held accountable for everything that passed through my lips…

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Patience

Soooo, patience is definitly not my virtue. I am continually working on it but so far it has been a hard uphill battle. Combine my crazy temper (which I also work very hard to keep in check) with a lack of patience and its a wonder that I have ever been able to work with children.

So this afternoon, after 2 grueling hours of slogging through homework that could have been finished in 45 minutes, Ethan finally goes outside. Not even 5 minutes later he comes back inside, crying and wearing only 1 shoe. So I ask him why he’s only wearing 1 shoe and his answer is that the other shoe is too small. So then I ask him why he’s crying and he says, in all seriousness, “I don’t have any idea” and just continues to stare at me like I’m supposed to immediatly start comforting him over his non-existent issue! So I (not so kindly) gave him two choices: he could go sit on his bed in silence with no books until dinner or he could put his other shoes on and go back outside!

I just don’t get it. I really really don’t. I know I’m not the most patient person and I know kids like to push the boundaries, but these are the most emotional and irrational boys I have ever dealt with! Yesterday Ethan peed on himself in the backyard because he just simply didn’t come inside. I asked him why he was holding it instead of just coming inside and going to the bathroom and his response was to just shrug his shoulders. They just turned 9!!! It isn’t just me right? Its not normal for a 9 year old boy to be peeing on himself, especially if it isn’t overnight or somewhere without a bathroom? The kid was in his backyard! He told me that he had to go do bad that he was “holding his weiner”. Seriously! I just honestly do not get it.

Maybe I’m just out of touch with how 9 year old boys act because I don’t remember when I was 9 or when my brother was 9, maybe I’m expecting too much of them. But I remember as a child, we had rules and you followed them. Excessive whining and crying were not tolerated. Manners were used and respect for adults was shown. Are those really that foreign of concepts now? When I started watching these boys they were 7 and had no idea what table manners were! It truly blows my mind. I am definitly thanking God every day of my last week watching these boys that He has given me a new job where I don’t have to do homework and remind about table manners every day.

The Sound of Music

I’m finally getting to watch the new Sound of Music! Its making me very nostalgicly happy/sad. I love this movie and I love musicals but it’s making me think of the last time I watched it. The last time I watched this movie was years and years ago, at my great grandparent’s house. So many great family memories, back when my Grandma and Grandpa Humphrey were alive and my grandparents were happier.

“Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
These are a few of my favorite things!”

Thinking of my great grandparent’s always makes me sad because it reminds me of how horrible it was for my dad when they died. I remember laying in bed and listening to my dad yelling and crying, hearing him throw the phone across the living room and scream ‘why aren’t they doing anything?!’ I had never heard my dad that upset. It has stuck with me for all these years.

So far, this new version is definitly doing good by the original. I love Julie Andrews in everything that she does so I was pretty wary of the Sound of Music without Julie Andrews but I’m enjoying it so far. 🙂

Please excuse my ramblings, I’ve just got a lot on my mind.

Money

I hate money. I really really hate money. I hate how it drives everything in our society, it becomes the driving force of our whole lives. Everything you do or don’t do is decided by money. You take a job or stay in a job that you hate for the money, but no amount of money can buy enough happiness to counteract the stress and unhappiness that comes from being miserable all day at work.

I hate having money problems. The amount of stress that is added to my daily life by the fact that we don’t have money is ridiculous. We keep getting promises of money coming; “in a couple months when this gets installed” “in a couple weeks when I start my new job” “when we get our taxes back” “when we get our Christmas money”  That has to be one of the most depressing things, having to spend all of your Christmas gift money on bills and responsibility. We are still paying off his medical debts from May 2012, and it was only $500! It’s so depressing to think about.

I know that we are crazy blessed so I try not to complain. We own a house with heat and water and electricity, we have closets full of clothes, plenty of shoes, 3 dogs, TV, Netflix, we both own cars, we can keep gas in our cars and buy food for our dogs (food for ourselves isn’t always as reliable), we have family in town that will have us over or take us out for meals any time.

In the face of all these blessings I feel bad for complaining about money, but that’s what happens in our fist world country. Nobody is happy enough with what they have.
I really am happy with what I have. I love my life, my dogs and my husband. I would just love to have a little less stress. I try every day to remember that God has a plan for my life and for our life together, that it will all come together in His time and that it will be perfect, I’m just impatient. But that’s the purpose of the verses on my mirrors and my phone background, to keep me grounded in God’s promises. I will not lose my faith, I know that God has a plan to prosper our lives and He wants to see us happy and prosperous.

For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you.

Now may the Lord of peace Himself give me peace at all times and in every way.   -2 Thess 3:16

I always pray, I don’t faint, quit or give up.
-Luke 18:1

My God will meet all my needs according to His glorious riches in Christ Jesus.   -Philippians 4:19

God wants me to prosper and be in health, even as my soul prospers.   -3 John 2