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Ultimate Blog Party 2009

Oh my. I am SO excited. I’m nervous, and my heart’s all a-flutter.

(It feels like the first day of school – anxiously awaiting meeting new people. Will they like me? Am I cool enough? Am I going to have any friends? Yeah, I seriously am a dork. A likable dork, though, right?)

It’s not the first day of school, but I am still full of nervous energy. It’s the Ultimate Blog Party, and it’s happening at a hip little site called 5 Minutes For Mom. It’s basically a virtual party – a way to meet other bloggers.

So, I have these teeny tiny little plans for one day having a great blog that people I don’t even know want to read. I know, I know… what aspiring blogger doesn’t want that? But still, there it is. And here’s my chance to actually meet some cool people around the blogosphere in addition to few faithful friends that actually read and comment here already (hi few and faithful friends! i love you guys!).

Well, I guess I should introduce myself, rather than blathering on like a total dork.

I’m Beth, aka Red. Here’s a photo of me to explain the name:

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Get it? Good. I knew you were smart. And on the right is my honey. He’s so sweet. Those big brown eyes get me every time… *sigh*.

Here’s the lowdown on us. I guess you could read the ‘about’ page (which I want to re-write soon anyway), but here’s the quick and dirty version (Is that a bad saying? I tend to sometimes use bad sayings without actually knowing what they mean. I’m innocent, what can I say?!):

We met and fell in love in high school. I was 17, he was 18. We got married at 19 & 20. It was love, true love. We’re coming up on our 6th anniversary now, and have the world’s cutest baby. His name is Isaac.

Hubby is partway through his training to become a missionary pilot. I’m a SAHM. We are working towards a future as missionaries in Africa. We’ve already been short-term, and got the itch.

Or, more accurately, God called us.

And like Abraham in Genesis 12, we don’t want to settle where we are (ie. we don’t want to become complacent and say no when God is calling us to something kinda scary). We want to pack up and go wherever God is calling us, even if it sometimes sucks.

And that’s the truth.

Regarding this blog… to be perfectly honest, I’m still trying to discover my niche. Until I figure that out, you get to read my jumbled mess of thoughts in this whacked out thing they call motherhood.

I’d love to make some new blogging friends who are super-cool like me, so leave a comment and introduce yourself, whether you are participating in the Ultimate Blog Party or not. I can’t wait to meet you!

Yay for parties!

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P.S.  Here are my top choices for UBP09 prizes:

USC 57 – Personalized Graphic Button Design

USC 47 – $25 Amazon gift certificate

USC 6 – $50 gift certificate to www.iseemyface.com

Or any of these would be great too: USC 61, 67, 73, 58, 49, 44, 23, 36, 30, 21, 20, 17, 16, 15, 3

 

When I was little, I was always afraid of the dark.

In my own house, at night, wondering if there was a “bad guy” hiding in the shadows, ready to kill and maim me and then move on to my family. I think they call that an active imagination…

Ok, ok, small confession: I am kinda still afraid of the dark sometimes. Even as an adult. There’s just an eerie feeling of disorientation that I’m not accustomed to… the whole ‘not knowing what’s around’ thing, not being in control really freaks me out. Any other control freaks out there? *raising eyebrows at you (aren’t we all control freaks to some degree?)*.

(Side note: this is why I can’t watch any of those freaky crime shows. I actually have nightmares if I watch them. I shelter myself from them. Actually, I don’t really think they’re good things to be filling our minds with anyway, but that’s a whole ‘nother blog post…)

(I should really stop with the parentheses or I’m gonna forget what I’m actually trying to say…)

Ahem. As I was saying… trying to set up a blog and do all this technology stuff has made me feel like I’m stumbling around in the darkness. I’m trying to do a little more than just the “add new post” thing. I want to prettify it, make it snazzy, and maybe even have my own domain name. Ooooh scary!

(Heck, I even jumped in the deep end today by signing up for twitter. I don’t really know what it is… something to do with birds or something I guess…)

(Sorry, couldn’t resist. I talk in parentheses. I just do, ok?)

The problem is, I don’t know the first thing about all that stuff. Nothing, nada, zilch. (Incidentally, zilch is a funny word. I wonder if it’s a real word, or just slang. Either way, it amuses me).

But instead of shying away because I’m stumbling around in the dark, I’ve decided to be brave, and try to shed a little light on my situation.

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I think I’m going to start by learning a little HTML.

Wow, did I actually just use a techie term in a somewhat coherent way?

I guess I’m already learning.

What new thing have you learned lately? Was it scary and nerve-wracking?

thank-you-image

You know how they say that thank-you notes are of UTMOST IMPORTANCE and simply the HEIGHT OF GOOD MANNERS? Well, I agree – it’s nice to say thank-you for a gift that you’ve received. It is good manners.

However…

(Please don’t start throwing stones just yet)

I don’t think it’s quite as HUGE as some people make it out to be…

My husband grew up being taught that you have to give a thank-you note to anyone (including relatives) who gives you a gift of any sort (including Christmas, birthdays, etc). It was pretty extreme, and people would actually get offended if they didn’t receive their thank-you note on time (which makes my inner brat want to say “well then I’m not writing one at all, and if you don’t like it then I don’t really like you! sothereHA).

I, on the other hand, grew up never having written a thank-you note for any of those things. It just wasn’t expected in my family. We weren’t very proper, I guess.

Anyway, my point is that I’m actually a little torn about the whole thing. I think thank-you notes are lovely and important and that yeah, you should write one when you get a gift (within reason)… and yet I also think there should be some understanding. I don’t think it’s necessary to write a thank-you note to close family members (but if you wanna, then go for it), but they are kinda important on occasions such as weddings, showers, and extra-special acts of kindness/gifts.

Also, ahem… I think there should perhaps be some, uh, grace (*looks hopeful and little bit sheepish*)…

…for those mommies who have babies and then don’t get around to writing thank-you notes for gifts that are received after the baby is born until the baby is 6 months old…

Oops.

(Who has time to write 50 thank-you notes while changing explosive poo diapers and nursing 10 times a day? Oh, I know – mommies who are so much more organized than I could ever hope to be. Dang.)

They were mailed 3 days ago. I’m so happy to cross that off of my to-do list!

What do you (yes, YOU, the lurker, sitting there reading this on your computer) think? What kind of thank-you note tradition did you grow up with? Am I the only one who’s ever written (very) late thank-you note after having a baby?

If you’ve been reading my blog at all over the last few months, you’ve probably noticed that I’ve been having a bit of an identity crisis. I’ve been changing the name of the blog oh, about a zillion times.

I just can’t settle on a name that I *LOVE*. You know, the Perfect Blog Title.

Even the current one is just mediocre. And mediocrity, my friends, is NOT ok with me. I’m an all or nothing type of person. (Actually, I think it sometimes prevents me from doing things, because I’m afraid I won’t measure up to my own high standards, so I just don’t bother trying). But that’s enough about my weird psychological quirks. The point is…

I can’t think of a blog title!

Arghhh! OK, that’s it… the next time I change it, it will be permanent. Forever and ever until I say otherwise. I have hope – inspiration will strike, I just need to have patience.

Stay tuned for greatness…

I keep on writing sentences or half sentences, and deleting them.

I’m not really sure what I want to say right now. I feel like there’s something inside that wants to be expressed. I guess I’ll just go to bed and sleep on it.

I feel this way alot. I wish I had more time to sit around on a hillside or whatever and just think on life and other stuff.

In lurking on other peoples’ blogs, I came across a fascinating discussion.

I find it interesting that the advice columnist identified himself as “non-religious”, and yet seemed to offer much insight into the writer’s dilemma, even seeming to “get it” much more than many Western Christians today. A blogger has commented on it here, and the commentary and discussion are quite interesting.I have struggled with this issue for several years now. I don’t know anyone (besides my husband) who is willing to engage in this sort of discussion. I am glad to find this blog and some people who are at least willing to raise the questions, not fearing the possibly uncomfortable response.

It is in fact an uncomfortable discussion for most of us middle-upper class Christians. I ask these questions with as much criticism of my own lifestyle as of anyone else’s, and desire to find a satisfactory answer for my own conscience before inspecting the speck in everyone else’s eyes. I live a fairly comfortable life. I can’t afford to buy a house, but I can afford to rent. I never go hungry, or have to wear clothes with holes in them. Though it would not be the most financially wise decision in terms of trying to save for school, etc, I can afford to go out for dinner or a movie pretty much whenever I feel like it. I could go to IKEA and spend $30 here and there, without landing myself on the street next month, without money for rent. I have access to credit cards and bank loans in case of emergency, and am never lacking the basic necessities of life (water, food, shelter, medical care).

Here is my question: Is it right/moral that I should live with excess (going to movies, eating dinner out regularly, buying “wants” in addition to “needs”, etc) when so much of the world is living and dying of starvation, preventable diseases, etc? And only because they lack money. Money that I spend carelessly on myself, which could instead be saving lives. The Bible commands us to help the poor, seek justice, and love one another as ourselves throughout the scriptures. Clearly we have some sort of moral obligation. I just don’t know where to draw the line. Do I have to stop spending on everything except the basic necessities, and give the rest to the poor (become Mother Teresa)? Are we all supposed to live like Jesus? Or Mother Teresa? I haven’t ever met a Christian who would say yes to that question. And yet none of them can tell me why not.

I’m seriously needing some answers here.

I'm Red, he's Honey. I'm the writer of this blog and the source of your entertainment and/or boredom. We're parents of an exceptionally adorable child, and we have no idea what we're doing! This blog is the outlet for my thoughts along the way - welcome! Pull up a couch, grab a cup of tea, and stay a while! Or back away slowly. Whatever works.




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