My Husband Needs Another Wife…Not

I may joke about the fact that my husband needs another wife, so dinner’ll get done and the house’ll get clean. And Steven may have joked to his Dad that Heather was his second wife when she lived with us (and he bought it, that’s the really funny part). But in reality, that’s just not the way it is. With the whole Texas cult thing goin’ on. Well here read this (I’m sure there’s some that are more eloquently stated, but I found this first):

http://thegabblog.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-for-record.html

Yeah the whole concept is really gross and I think pedophiles should be killed, literally. If she’s (or he’s) underage, and you’re not, it’s a one-strike-you’re-out kinda thing. I’ve got 2 daughters and I don’t want you anywhere near them.

And those people are not us.

Far be it for man to know what they believe

I’m pissed.  I am going to go ahead and warn you that I’m probably going to offend Christianity in this post, so if you fall into this catagory… AS I DO…  than you might want to just save yourself the stress.  Today I went to church that I’ve been to for 4 years.  They were short people to carry the offering plates.. and Mr. Schofield came and asked me to carry one.  I am wearing jeans, a belt, a t-shirt, and a hoodie zipup.  I get out of the pew, take a plate and am stepping off with the guys, when another deacon takes it away from me, and looks at Mr. Schofield and says “He can’t serve the pass the plate dressed like that.”  He picks a gentleman with long sleeves and asks him to take my place.   I of course pass the plate and don’t give him anything but a confused look that someone could be so ABSOLUTELY IGNORANT!   Heaven forbid that you judge a man by the substance of the human heart, rather than the clothes he gathers about himself.

How about opening your bible?  How about following the nature of God rather than the nature of man?  I feel like most Christian i know just do whatever they’ve been raised to do.. they won’t stop to think for themselves.. to stop and think about the standard they live to.. and why do they live to it?   Look at the pagan culture behind every major holiday, but we as Christians line up at Wal-Mart to buy and buy.. and decorate our pagan trees, and hang our pagan wreaths.. We do what we were raised to do.. we don’t even stop to analyze if these things are righteous.. we don’t even stop to think of the words coming out of our minister’s mouth are truth.  If you can’t find it in the word.. than look at the nature of what is being told.. if you can’t match the words or spirit to those of Jesus to those of the bible.. then this is not of God..

   So I know none of you want to hear all this.. I’m just sick and tired of being told that I’m a ‘Christian rebel’ because I gravitate towards the word and away from ‘the way it’s always been done’   So I make this decleration to you now.   I will never dress up for Church again.    Never.

 

       1 Timothy 2:9-10, 1 Peter 3:2-5


Märia is mean!

Märia has been working too hard and eating and drinking too little while she is at work. She works 12 hour shifts plus a commute and doesn’t get enough sleep in between shifts because she gets to feed Felicity and so forth. Anyways, she has been getting dizzy and light headed and feeling like she is gonna pass out at work.

Well, she called me the other day from work, and told me she got really light headed again, no surprise, and so she went to see a doc (being at work and all). So she took a pregnancy test and she was pregnant! Crazy crazy. So she called me and left a message saying such for me to hear.

So I had no idea how to respond to this. I mean, Seporah and Felicity were both very planned, but this would have been an unplanned baby, and Märia has been talking like we ought to wait til these two are in school before we have another. But I didn’t want to sound unhappy about it, as there isn’t anything to do once you get pregnant but to have the baby. So I couldn’t sound too happy when I called back, or too sad. I was in a pickle.

So I called back, and it was something of an awkward call, with me doing my best. But it was an April fools joke. Märia is mean. =)

The Epitome of Laziness

3 Years Ago: So when Steven and I heard about the idea of Uncrustables, we were both shocked. Uncrustables are peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with the crusts taken off and frozen. All you do to eat them is take them out of the freezer, unwrap and enjoy. We said we would never use them, there would never come a time where we couldn’t just grab the bread, peanut butter, jelly and knife and put it together.

Flash Forward to Today: We’re eating Uncrustables for dinner.

AMEN! AMEN! AMEN!

So Seporah is really really good about folding her arms and bowing her head and closing her eyes for prayer now. I guess she should be at 2 years old. We were at a ward function last night and it was prayer time to pray before we left and she folded her arms good and bowed her head and squinted her eyes so she could look like she had her eyes closed but could look around. So she looked around and we prayed. And she looked around and we prayed. And she looked around and she prayed and wiggled a little (I was holding her). Our home prayers with her tend to be short, one minute or less. So about a minute into the prayer she says she is done and throws her arms open and arches her neck to get her head up and opens her eyes wide and screams AMEN! AMEN! AMEN! to say that the prayer is all over. I quickly explain to her that it was still prayer time, and she reluctantly folds her arms again and bows her head, but lets just say that the man who was praying got the hint and ended the prayer quickly. When it was all over, Seporah didn’t say Amen, and so I cued her by looking at her and saying Amen. She frowned and shook her head really quickly. She had already said Amen and I wasn’t getting another one out of her.