In the name of God, here's looking forward to a single, unified Orthodox Church of the United States.

Friday, October 31, 2008

A terrible thing happened on the way to the lunchroom

I'm so lazy. I'm so mean to those I find different. Where is Jesus in me? Why can't I look at someone everyone else considers "a bit off" and see a fellow brother or sister in Christ instead of whatever imperfections they carry with them? How can I seek to go further in my walk with Christ when I can't even like "the odd ones", let alone love them?

I'm an odd one myself. I'm one everyone else ignores. So why do I feel I'm justified in conspicuously ignoring others?

Jesus, help me to see each person through Your eyes and with Your love. Help me mortify my own flesh so, with it, I can reach out to others with humility and mercy.

Beat me down, Lord.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Politically Uncorrect

I'm for the low man on the totem pole
And I'm for the underdog God bless his soul
And I'm for the guys still pulling third shift
And the single mom raisin' her kids
I'm for the preachers who stay on their knees
And I'm for the sinner who finally believes
And I'm for the farmer with dirt on his hands
And the soldiers who fight for this land

And I'm for the Bible and I'm for the flag
And I'm for the working man, me and ol' hag
I'm just one of many
Who can't get no respect
Politically uncorrect

I guess my opinion is all out of style
Aw, but don't get me started cause I can get riled
And I'll make a fight for the forefathers plan
And the world already knows where I stand

And I'm for the Bible and I'm for the flag
And I'm for the working man, me and ol' hag
I'm just one of many
Who can't get no respect
Politically uncorrect

Nothing wrong with the Bible, nothing wrong with the flag
Nothing wrong with the working man, me, & ol' hag
We're just some of many who can't get no respect
Politically uncorrect
Politically uncorrect

~by Gretchen Wilson and Merle Haggard

Saturday, October 25, 2008

Knife Crimes

It takes a lot to get me riled up, but weapons rights is one thing that'll do it.

I already knew campaigns were underway to "combat knife crimes" in England, but actually hearing that there are people out there who want to ban knives as they did guns! I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. After all, if you make it only slightly harder for thugs to get a gun, they'll turn to the next available weapon. Once knives are banned (and I'll be interested to see just how that will go down), they'll move onto the next lower way to kill people.

Pop Star Katy Perry Under Fire for Posing with a Knife

"There is nothing glamorous about knives - they wreck families." - Richard Taylor, the anti-knife campaigner and father of Damilola Taylor, who was stabbed to death in London in 2000.

They wreck families?!? I am absolutely not trying to downplay this man's tragedy, but he lost his child due to a criminal who had no respect for human life. Whether that person was carrying a gun, a knife, a rock, or a club, that criminal is the one to blame, not the weapon of choice.

It can go either way, weapons can protect and they can destroy - it all depends on the person in who's hands they rest and, since criminals don't, by definition, care about the law, it stands to reason that no law made by men will keep the most determined of them from their intended objective. They will find a way to carry it out even if the only things available are sticks. And taking away legitimate means of defense from those who do respect the law only makes it easier for those who don't.

Besides, we already have a detailed and ongoing study of a society in which all weapons are banned. It's called prison...
(With thanks to Vox Day)

Friday, October 24, 2008

Thursday, October 23, 2008

How's this for creative?

I pray someday to have oodles of children to be dirty, ingenious, and wonderful. =)


So this blog has kind of turned into just a place to dump whatever little things bug or interest me. I hope it doesn't stay that way, but, right now, I really don't have the time to do anything else.

So, for the sake of simplicity, why don't y'all stick around get to know me better. =)


What is your salad dressing of choice?
French or Italian

What is your favorite sit-down restaurant?
I'd tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.

What food could you eat every day for two weeks and not get sick of?
Apparently, the "eggs" served for breakfast every day here at school. I don't know if it's the fact that they're not real eggs or what, but I've been eating those suckers since the first day back and there have only been one or two times when I simply could not put them on my plate.

What are your pizza toppings of choice?
Pepperoni, mushrooms, pineapple, and barbecue chicken - not all at the same time.

What do you like to put on your toast?
'Ere we 'ave a seemple slice ohf whole wheat toast, yees? First, we spread zee buttehr niiiice and smoooothly, zehn we spreenkehl zee ceenehmon reeeeally finely, and last, we deeg into zee sugehr bowl and dump two spoonfulls onto zee bread. Enjoy, yees?


What is the wallpaper on your computer?
Right now it's a mother giraffe nuzzling her baby with closed eyes. A few days ago it was the TINIEST LITTLE CHIHUAHA you ever did see!

How many televisions are in your house?
At my 'permanent' home, there are 4; here at school I have one - though I think it's going to die soon.

What color cell phone do you have?
Black with Silver Trim


Are you right-handed or left-handed?

Have you ever had anything removed from your body?
My wisdom teeth.
Hehe, I started singing "The road goes ever on and on..." from the Lord of the Rings movie as I was going under. Completely involuntary, I swear!!

What is the last heavy item you lifted?
Hmm, not sure....Wow, I really can't think of anything.

Have you ever been knocked unconscious?
Knocked out? No. Had blood-flow to the brain cut off resulting in unconsciousness? Yes.
Dating a Marine is not without its hazards.
(Good grief! He didn't do it on purpose, people!)


If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die?
Er ... well ... I don't know. Something in me thinks it might make me a better Christian, but I'm really not sure.

If you could change your name, what would you change it to?
Something exiting, but not too difficult to spell. Since I'm not a very exciting person, I can't think of an example.

Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1,000?
Depends on the hot sauce and how badly I needed the money. If it were something like tobasco sauce, sure, I'd do it, but if we were talking these babies - well, my airways would probably swell shut and I'd die before I could finish the bottle. $1,000 wouldn't do me much good then, would it?


How many pairs of flip-flops do you own?
One. Considering they're from Wal-Mart, they've held up remarkably well.

Last time you had a run-in with the cops?
When I got my fourth and last traffic ticket over a year ago (it was totally an accident, people!)

What do you want to be when you grow up?
Seeing as how I am already "grown up", when I get out of college, what I want to be the most is a housewife taking care of my husband.

Last person you talked to?
If email counts, I just sent one off to my German professor. If it doesn't, the last person I talked to was EJ.

Last person you hugged?
My mom as I was saying goodbye at my friend's wedding last Saturday.



Halloween (I like fake spooky!)

Day of the week?
Friday or Saturday

October. I love the changing colors of the leaves, the briskness in the air, Halloween, and the smell of leaf smoke on the air.


Missing someone?
Seriously, do you have to ask?

Worried about my Spanish orals and my German midterm today - I know, I should be studying rather than filling out this meme.

Listening to?
The sound of the fan and the clanking of the radiator. This dorm was built in 1927, so each little room has its own full sized radiator and the heat those things put out is nothing to laugh at. Most of the time I have my fan blowing and my window open even in subzero weather because it gets so hot in here.

The letters magically appearing on the screen as I press the corresponding button on the keyboard.

Worried about?
I believe I already mentioned how I have two language midterms today...


First place you went this morning?
The bathroom.

What can you not wait to do?
Graduate from college and get the heck out of here!

What's the last movie you saw?
I think I rewatched Princess Mononoke a few weeks ago. I haven't really watched any movies recently.

Do you smile often?
Um ... I guess? *smiles weakly*

Sunday, October 19, 2008

I don't claim to be a prophetess, this is just the way things look to me right now

With EJ's approval, I think I've pretty much made up my mind who I'm going to vote for: Chuck Baldwin. I find that he fits my belief system the best - he is not simply "the lesser of two evils"; yes, I differ with him on some things, but they are not make-or-break issues, they do not force me to compromise my spiritual and moral values.

Do I think he will win? No.

Do I think I am throwing away my vote? No. Here's why.

Obama will most likely win this election. Why am I so certain? Because the Bible says so. No, no, the Bible doesn't say "Obama will win," rather the book of Daniel gives a clear outline of the end times: The entire world will be ruled by 10 kings and from among them the anti-christ will emerge (though I'm not clear on whether he will be one of the 10 or if he will be outside their number). Obama is a globalist to the core and the world has to come under global rulership before Jesus returns. The only way I could see him not winning is if he will take us in that direction too quickly. Obviously, I don't know God's timeline, but perhaps it will take another generation or so before the world is ripe for Jesus' return. In that case, McCain offers the slower option - he'll take us in the same direction, but at a slightly slower pace.

This doesn't mean that Christians should just throw in the towel; we will continue marrying and being given in marriage, bearing and raising children, and striving to live Godly lives right up 'til the end because that's what Jesus commanded. We shouldn't vote for Obama because he's part of the end, no, we should both fight and pray for him, because what he stands for is evil. Just know that, for a time, evil will seem to be winning (Daniel again). As Christians, however, we know who will ultimately triumph.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Who here doesn't love procrastination?

Um, I kind of don't.....because of procrastination, this is going to be one whirlwind of a weekend!!

Let's see

Today (Friday): Classes 'til 1pm, drive home and find out if mom has a slip to go under my bridesmaid dress (oh, I didn't tell you? One of my friends is getting married this weekend. =P). If she doesn't, panic a little, then run up to Meijer to buy one. After that, head to the ceremony location and help decorate. Rehearsal is at 5, rehearsal dinner is a little later. Hopefully, somewhere in there I can squeeze in time to finish my Spanish homework, due by midnight.

Tomorrow (Saturday): Friend's wedding - all day long.

Sunday: Find books for my research proposal, read books for my research proposal, write my research proposal for Monday. Study for an exam for Monday.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008

Monday, October 13, 2008

English grammar is like a box of chocolates: you never know what you'll end up with

I just stumbled upon a really weird detail in the English language.

Consider the sentence, "It has something in its mouth."

Now, add the word 'does' to that same sentence, with no other structural changes, and the verb 'to have' suddenly conjugates in the plural, "It does have something in its mouth."

Why?? The subject is the same, the direct object is the same, the only difference is a single word!

If we replace 'does' with 'really', the conjugation has remains: "It really has something in its mouth."

What in the world is that about?!? I can't think of a single grammar rule as to why that occurs, can someone help me out?

EDIT: An acquaintance read this and then ushered me into the demented little world of helping verbs. "Does" is a helping verb, for which "have" is the default of 'to have' - so ... there. (0.o)

Sunday, October 5, 2008

Oh great: Pelosi 'Uncertain' Whether Congress Should Bailout California

Even though the article is mostly about Pelosi, the real issue here is the fact that now the biggest and most bloated of all the failing states wants a piece of the economic pie - the pie that was completely eaten years ago and then replaced with a top-of-the-line holographic image of a pie which the U.S. really couldn't afford to purchase so they borrowed the money from China to buy the machine and, while Congress was at it, they thought, "Meh, might as well invade Iran."

But what I really wanted to talk about this time around was the cricket under my bed last night.

Yes, at first he was behind the radiator. I could see him from where I was sitting, but the space was so small that I couldn't get him out. However, I could see his legs moving back and forth and, let me tell you, it is totally amazing that such a small creature can make such a LOUD noise.

I didn't want to kill the poor thing, I just wanted him out of my room, but, in trying to get where I could capture him, I accidentally pushed him under the bed, where he remained incognito until this morning. Thankfully, he was disoriented, because I found him in the middle of the floor when I woke up and was finally able to catch him and release him under the vending machine downstairs.

Poor little guy, he was probably terrified. <=(

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Should I have just kept my mouth shut?

Well, I made someone angry yesterday. I'm such a people pleaser that I can't take criticism very well and right now I feel kind of sick to my stomach.

It all started with a blog post by an acquaintance, whom we'll call Rubia. Most of it was perfectly unremarkable - just her writing about future plans as many college students do. It was one paragraph, though, that really stuck out at me due to her (seeming) belief that you can't use your gifts and talents if you have children, so I felt I had to address it. She said she felt suffocated believing her only option was to get married and settle down right away - which can either be a good or a bad thing, Biblically. In her case, she really wants to serve God, but the wording she used in her post was less than Biblical and I don't know if she really literally believed what she was writing or if she thought it would come across differently than it did: she went on to say that she didn't want to "bury her talents" by having children right away and so was going to put that off in order to focus on Jesus and higher education.

Now, I'm not sure if I've ever made this clear here on my blog, but Paul himself said that if you are called by Jesus to be celibate and carry out His work in that way, then that is the most holy option possible. I don't agree that every woman is called to be married with children, but I also don't agree that children universally hinder your utilization of God-given gifts.

I replied to the best of my ability. I should have taken longer on my comment, though, because there was stuff I should have said in order to clarify what I meant. This lack of clarification led Rubia to believe I was accusing her of something, when, in fact, I was only trying to give her the facts of her decision - when a woman's fertility peaks, how the pool of eligible bachelors dwindles with each decade, etc. I have to confess that I did react with some anger to a section of her post that I felt insulted stay-at-home moms and daughters and I should not have done so, but, basically, I just wanted to make sure she wasn't putting off children for the wrong reasons. But was I in the wrong for responding the way I did? (Reading what I just wrote, it's quite possible I made the exact same mistake she did when writing that section of her post.)

She ended our comment conversation with, "I just wish you would have some faith in my ability to think these things through."

Was my well-meaning advice given in error? Should I have just kept my mouth shut in the first place? =\

Friday, October 3, 2008

I wish I knew who'd said this:

No one escapes when freedom fails.
The best men rot in filthy jails,
And those who cried, "Appease, appease!"
Are hanged by those they tried to please.

Thursday, October 2, 2008


This is just incredible.

64% of Russian Pregnancies End in Abortion

Consider this excerpt:
The number of infertile women in Russia is growing by 200,000 to 250,000 each year, with the main cause being complications from abortions, Marina Tarasova, deputy head of the St. Petersburg Reseach Institute For Gynecology and Obstetrics of the Russian Academy of Sciences, said on Monday.

Speaking at an international conference highlighting new methods of oral contraception, Tarasova warned that by the end of 2007 there were already more than 5.5 million infertile couples in Russia.

The low birth rate remains one of the key reasons behind Russia’s ongoing demographic crisis. According to official statistics, every fourth teenage girl in Russia has some form of gynecological ailment or reproductive health disorder.

Now consider their solution:

The best way to reduce the number of abortions and children living without parental care in the country is to develop a culture of family planning, and particularly to instill the habit of using contraceptives.

Um, not so much. Let's try that again: "The best way to reduce the number of abortions and children living without parental care in the country is to foster a culture that places the highest value on the strong biblical family family model* and particularly instills the values of abstinence, self-restraint, and fear of God in each person." I don't recommend the state try to do this - rather, allow the churches and those who love God to begin praying for and working on the hearts and minds of the people.

* I suppose I should out myself right now and assert that polygyny (not polyandry) is just as healthy and biblical as the' one-mom, one-dad' model - especially in a country that needs to up their number of kids, like, yesterday.

Wednesday, October 1, 2008


I love October in the Midwest. It's my favorite month out of the whole year. I love the trees changing colors, I love the chilly bite in the air, I love the stiff winds, and I love Halloween (I've wanted to make a 'haunted path' using the sixteen acres of woods behind our house ever since we moved to the property, but I've never been able to *tear*).

This year, October couldn't have made its entrance more perfectly. It was my favoritist favorite kind of day: grey skies, chilly, gusts blowing the newly fallen leaves around, the trees slowly becoming barer and barer - the only thing it really wanted was pumpkins lolling about, but, not to worry, that shall come soon enough.

I know, I have weird taste in days. =P

He got pinned =P

Well, he didn't get pinned hard, but that doesn't make him any less of a Lance Corporal.


One of the many amusingly painful traditions of the Marine Corps is the "pinning" ceremony: when an enlisted gets promoted, they have to change out their lapel pins to indicate their new, higher rank. The men being promoted are given these new pins by their superiors, who will stick the chevron pins on the lapels, but leave the backs off (they're straight-backed). Said superior then hits the pins as hard as he wants - yes, there's often a bragging right if blood is drawn - and, for the rest of the day, the newly pinned Marine has to leave the backs off his chevrons and anyone of equal or higher rank is allowed to hit them into his soft flesh. (Here's a picture to illustrate the pinning - not the hitting...)

When I visited EJ awhile back, one of his buddies had just gotten promoted to PFC, so the backs of his pins were off. EJ, totally relishing the opportunity like the sick b*st*rd he is, gleefully pounded his fists - and the pins - into the poor guy's chest. To his credit, the PFC didn't even flinch, even as he pried them back out. Apparently, earlier in the day, someone had struck a vein, which bled completely through his cammies.

EDIT: It's a matter of pride not to flinch when someone pins you. I kept freaking out at the prospect when I was down there in Florida and the guys around me just kept repeating, "It's no big deal."