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"We'll be there in a couple hours. You're taking one, right? Okay , well, yeah, we were just, yeah, a date. Okay, well, we understand." This is usually the leaning of our conversations when trying to find a sitter for our son(s). My husband has had the entire summer off, taking care of our boys & working part time for the church - but off of school (his full time +++ job). We have come to the point of realization that during this glorious 12 week "free" period, he & I haven't had a date. It wouldn't be so odd save for the fact that we have help at our sides (both families) - but the trouble is that we have two kids, not one. This makes the care more difficult. I understand this , but hubby is (understandibly) perplexed at why we keep running into offers that subltely hint that our caretaker of the supposed 'date" night is taking one, but not both of our boys. It's really hard when our older boy sees us taking off with his brothe

Guten Tag! Or, as Pinky would put it ZOIT ! Today, as I was thumbing through my closet in the dark at 4:30 a.m., I found my way to what was clean (& polished) - a black suit ensemble. Perfect, I thought. Now, if I fit into the pants it will be golden! (Still going through weird body morphing syndrome post- partum , dubbed WBMS for later posting!) So, after I showered, I tried on my outfit - and, success! So, I continued getting ready, with a half smile on my face - and headed off to work. It was there, walking through the warehouse they call a "professional work environment" that a co-worker put an end to my state of wardrobe elation. "Hey Lydia" she politely greeted me, followed by, "why the funeral garb today?" Alas, my elation lasted only half the day as a realized that my "funeral" suit was a bit too formal for my position - I am, a lowly peon...working in a basement, and apparently, business casual means something different than a cle

So, I was thinking today....what is it that I would LOVE to do (job wise)? A couple of thoughts: 1. Esthetician - I enjoy skin care & cosmetology 2. Makeup Consultant (I have done MK before) - for reasons above, plus, it's my own business - I am the boss, yet I get to learn & mentored & challenged continuously! 3. Wedding Coordinator/Consultant (did this in past too)- Again, my own boss, and I get to learn & hook up with many talented awesome people throughout my community and the world at large (when you get into this business & with experience, you can go international for location weddings!) .... and, I LOVE seeing people enter into this covenant together. And....I love to dance ! That's more of a hobby, since I'm past the peak of doing anything major in the physical area (esp. post childbirth! Heehee .). Just some blurbs!

Okay, so after my new health care budget link/post yesterday, I decided to do something different today. Yep, you guessed it, I am posting my blog before I read the news! What brought on this sudden change? One word - husband. Which will be the topic for today. Call me sappy, but, I am finding that after nearly 8 years of marriage, I'm actually "falling" more in love with , yep, my husband. He's a Super Dad, taking care of our munchkins while I'm away at work - sacrificing an otherwise restful summer to instill love, fun & guidance into these two boys! He's incredibly committed to our Congregation as well. He's trying to play 1 handed piano after breaking his finger (near the PIP joint!), and continues to study for the upcoming fall semester as he will be attending Northwestern to pursue his music major, in hopes that he'll have a career that will combine his passion & calling for excellence in worship through music, while trying to provide s

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Right then! Due to recent events regarding a broken finger (e.g. my husband's), and some other various e-mails I've received, I am trying to contemplate something : human dissociativeness and detachment . What does all that mean? I am becoming disturbed that we, well, especially Christians, are not joining in with others' trials. I don't know if it's just a human nature/self protective device in our brains or what, but it's becoming really troublesome to me. I was taught that when someone is hurt, you get down with them, clean their wounds, and (here's they key part regarding my particular interest) give them a hug, and tell them, it will be alright . Maybe we're losing compassion, or maybe we're all frustrated that we cannot "fix" everything, but I believe we're lacking the second part of that little lesson. I have witnessed (in my own life) the habit of dismissing other people's problems after I pray about it with them once. I

Okay! So, this morning was a "fun" one. My car's steering/tie rod decided to blow out right on the exit I get off on to go to work (in one of the most dangerous neighborhoods around -so says the news). No biggie right? Just use your cell phone & call for help. Yeah, except that in my rushing out of the house for work this morning, I failed to pick up my little "problem solver". Needless to say, I enjoyed a brisk walk through the city after my car trouble - which I guess helped to work out some of the adrenaline in my veins (I am very exhausted at the moment). My husband (who has known this car was trouble - for about the last 3 years) came to save the day, while Grandma willingly took over care of the children. Add to that Grandpa helping out with where to call to get our "dud' back, and well, you've got some pretty awesome family members! On a different note: I arrived at work, began working, and then, unfortunately, checked my e-mail. I ha

Okay, so I promise that soon I will post something that shows the lighter side of me, but for now, my heart is still heavy. Why do people abort? I don't get it. Maybe if there was some sort of trauma (e.g. rape) or danger to Mom, or something...but, otherwise I cannot understand it. I especially am confused when married couples engage in this (generally) selfish practice. Why? Why not give the baby to a family that is trying desperately to conceive? Is it because certain families want "their own" offspring exclusively? Why not adopt - but then, there's an entirely different issue of which I could ramble about. I am sorry if I seem redundant. I am having a difficult time finding a way to express my broken heartedness on this issue. Even certain single teenagers give their baby up for adoption. Just my thoughts. The only reason I can come up with is that people just simply don't know their (or any body else's) true worth. Are we not all from Christ, from His

Okey dokey, so, I had a blogger account, and no blog postings of my own and lately I have encountered some interesting, thought - provoking matters. What better way to deal with my thoughts then to blog? So, here goes. I typically shy away from controversial subjects, not that I do not have an opinion, rather, I would keep to myself in those regards. But, spanning the vast array of aritcles, medical issues, and recent change of politicians both in this beautiful state in which I reside, and also on the national level - I cannot disspell my thoughts anymore. I am addressing abortion. AH! Typing that term makes me a little nervous, but please, share your thoughts.. after you read mine. Lord knows, I've read enough. A recent article in More magazine addressed the generational gap in women, and how the younger generation of women is yielding the "rights" that the older generation fought so dilligently for them to have. These "freedoms" included the right to abort o