Archive for May, 2007

Seriously!?

Well, I almost password protected this, but… What the heck.

As some of you may know, I’m declaring Bankruptcy. I made the decision because of an irreversible situation that I got myself into with credit cards. So, I’ve been going through the process of declaring Bankruptcy.

This has entailed quite a bit of paperwork, quite a bit of money (oh the irony: I’m poor and can’t pay my bills. Okay, I’ll fix it if you pay me $1,600.) Right. One of the required steps is credit counseling. You set your happy little computer up and you log into their super special website, and you watch these videos. The videos were actual more helpful than I was anticipating. I learned some good stuff. (That’s a seperate post, if ANYONE cares.)

However, the way that they test you’ve absorbed the information? Throughout the video presentations, which takes about an hour and a half, they will randomly flash a word on the screen. I mean, randomly. “Boat”. “Moon”. There are five of these words. You write them down, and at the end of the video, your passing or failing that whole series of videos is based upon your ability to enter those five words. That have nothing to do with what you’ve just watched.

I’m truly not sure how I feel about that concept. If the point is consumer education, then how… It’s No Child Left Behind, for grownups. It doesn’t matter if you really learn the material, it just matters that you’ve figured out how to cheat the test. Good grief, Charlie Brown.

Today, I spent seven hours (!) sitting in a room, waiting for a thirty second (!) “meeting” with the bankruptcy trustee. Oh, mismanagement of money. There were some poor people and then there were people wearing clothes and shoes that cost more than a year’s tutiton at my college.

I have a lot of thoughts about my financial future, and because you are my loyal readers, you’ll be hearing about them soon. Get hype, kiddies.

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Utterly Uncool

I have a meme to respond to, from my friend Lara, but first, I want to talk to you about my taste in music.

And how lame I am.

Here’s the thing. I live in an area that is seriously musical. The kind of place where people say, “Oh, yeah. He’s got the Chapel Hill sound.” The home of James Taylor, Ben Folds, and trillions of other amazingly amazing little acts.

The thing is, I hate live music. It just doesn’t do anything for me. I just stand there, wondering when I get to sit down, and why all these obnoxiouspeople are intruding upon my personal space.

In addition to hating live music, I really, really am uncool.

I never know who the hot new artists are. I never know who the random bands are. I’m always coming to things late.

Mims? “This is Why I’m Hot”? Love it. About three months after everyone else.

The OTHER thing is… I’m FRIENDS with all these people who adore all these random bands. And I am so pedestrian with my choices.  My James Taylor (who is, apparently, somewhat retro cool) and my cheesey Christian jams and my ridiculous rap.

Witness a discussion had last October at my church.

  • Me: Man, I love Sweater Weather.
  • Friend: Oh, yeah, they’re a great band.
  • Me: What?
  • Friend: Sweater Weather!
  • Me: I meant… the temperature. You wear sweaters?
  • Friend: You were almost cool.
  • Me: Accidentally

Witness my most recent iTunes downloads:

  • Better Days, Goo Goo Dolls
  • This is Why I’m Hot, Mims
  • Walk it Out, I don’t even KNOW who it’s by
  • Natural Blues, Moby
  • Made to Love, TobyMac.

That’s okay.

I know I’m a geek.

I love music. I love individual lines and tiny moments. If it’s not so cool… I’m okay with that.

But if you have any suggestions… Toss me a line.

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Welcome to my new digs…

I made the jump. Bye bye blogger, hello WordPress! I like a lot of things about WordPress… I finally found a template that works for me, and I’m looking forward to the built-in user stats, plus more simple categories and the ability to have additional pages without additional blogs.

Welcome to my new digs! Pull up a comfy chair, sit, and have a chat.

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I DO like Maddox’s hair…

An answer to a question posed by Franz: ” If the reason is non biological, why do you intend to adopt all your children?”* The reason IS non biological, although I do have fertility issues. (Hi, sharing random facts with the internets!)

I want to adopt. I want to adopt six kids.

Yes.

You heard that correctly.

Yes.

I know you think I’m insane.

I don’t want to adopt because it’s trendy. I don’t really care about Bragalina or whatever inane nickname the press have come up with for two really unimportant people. BlahblahblahHollywoodcakes. Who cares?

In North Carolina alone, there are close to 12,000 children in foster care. In 2005, the most updated statistics I could find, there were 32,335 abortions performed in North Carolina.

This is tragedy.

(Please don’t think that I’m anti-choice. I’m not. I believe strongly in a woman’s right to choose for personal, situational, or any other reason. I don’t believe that the government should legislate abortion in any way except to make it safe and accessible. I do, however, believe that the Church should make abortions obsolete except in areas of medical necessity.)

I want to adopt because I feel called as a part of Christ’s church to adopt. I am adopted into His family. I am called, as a follower of Christ, to care for the widows and orphans**. And orphans I will care for.

I want six kids. I can dream, now, about where they’ll come from. I hope at least one from Vietnam. I’d adore a little girl from China. I wouldn’t mind a toddler or two from Guatemala. When a young woman, one day in my church, says, “I am going to have an abortion,” I want to be able to say, “No, I will take your child.”

It’s all a Jesus thing, I guess you could say. I know that adoption is expensive. I know that I might change my mind about not wanting biological children when I get married. I know that I have a lot of years ahead of me before I start building my family. I know that there are bountiful challenges in a multi-ethnic family.

I just want to adopt my babies, love them, and raise them up well.

*Franz & Lara also raised the issue of funding for said adoptive babies. I have thoughts on that, to come later!
**Orphans is a
derogatory term that is not well-received by adoptive parents or their children, however… I didn’t say it. James did. Direct quote and all that. Forgive me for the lack of sensitivity. It’s an obnoxious term, right up there with the question: “Wait, you don’t want to have any kids of your own?”

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Bloggity Blogs

I’m entirely curious about something I’ve been pondering.

What do you think of people with all sorts of separate blogs? I, myself, have two:

One for general sassiness and one for my thoughts on child rearing and homeschooling. I’m wondering, though if that’s really necessary? If homeschooling (in the future) is so important to me, should I just write about it over here?

I thought about starting yet ANOTHER blog to chronicle the fixing up of the Big Girl Place to Live, my new exploits with cooking, and other such things, but I think that’s silly. If people want to read about my life, then they’ll probably be more entertained if I write about all of it, not just different parts for different blogs.

What do you think? Should my other blog stay? What’s up with multiple blogs? Is it silly or do you like it?

Help me out, people!

(also coming soon: more thoughts on shaving one’s legs.)

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Why I want to Homeschool…

Wow. This is just an amazing way to look at homeschooling. What are your thoughts?

Redbud’s Lane: The Socialization Question–Again, With a Twist

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Hm. Ow, still!

It’s not the blade. Even if I use a new blade each time, it hurts. What do we think of exfoliating my legs really well before I shave? It’s not the shave cream because I’ve used everything I could imagine – soap, sensitive blends, expensive stuff, cheap stuff, men’s stuff, foreign stuff, blahblahblah.

Maybe an electric razor?

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OWWWW…

A queary for all those girls out there…

How do you shave your legs? I mean, is there a reason that every single time I shave my legs, no matter WHAT I do… It HURTS. I mean, the red bumps, the burning skin, the whole nine yards.

Now, if I manage not to get red bumps (using the Intitution razor), it still BURNS. My legs BURN for HOURS and HOURS.

What on EARTH am I doing wrong?

Things I have tried:

  • Shaving cream for sensitive legs
  • Using hair conditioner as shaving cream
  • Soaking my legs in hot water to get them ready.
  • Shaving my legs underwater
  • Nair (oh the rash I got on my legs was painful, like chemical burn.)

Now, during the winter, I just let it grow. It doesn’t hurt anything and no one sees. But it’s summer! Shorts, crops, skirts, dresses! Ow!

Has anyone tried that new Veet stuff? Is it like Nair?

HELP!

Suggestions!?

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Bitter rant…

I hate it all.

I hate the sappy commercials.

I hate the church signs – “Happy Mother’s Day, Call your Mom.”

I hate the blog posts. I hate the flower specials.

I hate it all.

I hate the constant reminders to be nice to your mom on this on special day.

First of all – why don’t you try to be nice to your mother MORE than one day a year? Shouldn’t you appreciate the one who gave you life, oh, I don’t know. On a regular basis?

Secondly? Not all of us have mothers these days. Both of my grandmothers are seriously ill. (One is senile. One is just old.) My mama’s dead.

Yes, mothers are great, moms do great things, mommies kiss knees, and I want to be one someday.

But MINE is gone. And I am tired of thinking about it this week.

Mother’s day SUCKS.

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You know you’re exhausted when…

You are playing music on your iBook and it’s too loud. In response, you pick up your television remote control and hit the down volume. Then, you stare at the remote in concern when said, offensively loud music blaring from your iBook doesn’t quiet down.

Huh. I’m going to go to bed and dream of a certain, super special someone…

(You know who you are. I am thinking of you.)

Good night, moon.

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