Are Women Born This Way?

My brain needs a break–thought yours could use one too

My Favorite Mark Driscoll Quotes

“There is a strong drift toward the hard theological left. some emergent types want to recast Jesus as a limp-wrist hippie in a dress with a lot of product in His hair, who drank decaf and made pithy zen statements about life while shopping for the perfect pair of shoes.  In Revelations, Jesus is a prize fighter with a tattoo down His leg, a sword in His hand and the commitment to make someone bleed.  That is a guy I can worship.  I cannot worship the hippie, diaper, halo Christ because I cannot worship a guy I can beat up.  I fear some are becoming more cultural than christian, and without a big Jesus who has authority and hates sin as revealed in the bible, we will have less and less Christians, and more and more confused, spiritually self-righteous blogger critics of Christianity.”

“Our God is a little offensive! Most of the people who REALLY liked Him got killed!”

“You have been told that God is a loving, gracious, merciful, kind, compassionate, wonderful, and good sky fairy who runs a day care in the sky and has a bucket of suckers for everyone because we’re all good people. That is a lie… God looks down and says ‘I hate you, you are my enemy, and I will crush you,’ and we say that is deserved, right and just, and then God says ‘Because of Jesus I will love you and forgive you.’ This is a miracle.”

“Here’s the deal: You are a freak! Just be cool with that.”

“You wanna be counter-culture? You wanna be a total rebel? Get a job! You wanna be counter-culture, totally alternative, radical? Be a virgin until you get married…to a person of the opposite gender. And then stay married and pump out some kids and pay your taxes and read the Bible, you freak. You’ll be just totally a rebel.”

“God picked a junior high girl [to be Jesus' mother]. Jesus was raised by a woman who today, we wouldn’t even let her lead a bible study at a high school. But she could raise God.”

You Can Ask, on One Condition…

A friend sent me this quote…

From the Fed-Up Homeschooler’s List:

#18 …

If you can remember anything from chemistry or calculus class, you’re allowed to ask how we’ll teach these subjects to our kids.  If you can’t, thanks for the reassurance that we couldn’t possibly do a worse job than your teachers did, and might even do a better one!

There are a bunch more I found, that while true,  most are too snarky to post

My Husband’s Not in Prison!!!

I wasn’t going to post this…then I decided it was too bizarre a story not to tell, so with my husband’s permission…here goes:

I mentioned he had a delivery job in the summer.  It requires him to drive up north and make a loop back home.  With his trusty GPS, traveling has been easier.  Just punch in the destination and PRESTO–you’re there with little thought.

He left on a trip last week.  It’s a taxing drive; he and one other person must drive continuously with only intermittent sleep.  But he’s great at it.

Well, this time the “Global Positioning System” led him into the “Gun Possession Search”.

He was making his route from New York to Ohio when he suddenly came upon the Canadian border without realizing it.  (Yes, Canada dips down between the states, so they weren’t really out of the way  much.)

Thinking a simple explanation of the mistake would allow him to just turn around, they informed him otherwise.  Searching his car, they found his pistol–a legal, registered hand weapon he carries on these trips due to a number of factors, including riding through some rough parts of the country.

As soon as they found the weapon, they yanked him out of the van and hand-cuffed him.  (And drew a gun.)  Then they put him in a cell where he was interrogated for 3 hours.

Canada is apparently very serious about gun-control, so they informed him he would probably serve 3-10 years for “trying to cross the border with a concealed weapon”, which he repeatedly explained was not the case.

Finally, upon realizing all his information matched up, they agreed to release him.  They kept his gun (he loved that gun) and charged him $1000 to get his van out of impounding.

To say he was shaken to the core is an understatement!  He was actually thrilled to get off so easily after thinking half the night that he wouldn’t see his family for several years.  Thankfully, this all took place in the middle of the night and I was not aware of it until it was all cleared up.

Socialism…gotta love it

To their credit though, I understand the need for precautions so I’m not badgering procedure.  I do think, though, it’s pretty unfair that he still got penalized for a mistake.  But my opinion probably doesn’t hold much water with the Canadian border patrol.

Moral…hide your gun if you get near the border

If Only Our Husbands Could Read Our Minds

If you’ll excuse a little transparent/humor relief on my end…

Do you ever just feel sorry for your husband? For weeks you’re the chipper little thing he married (maybe   And then one day…

He walks in from work and you’re irritated.  It takes him a little while to notice because when he asked, “What’s wrong?“  You said, “Nothing.“  But he does eventually realize you lied.

You know why you’re upset, but he doesn’t know why.  (I may embarrass myself here revealing I’m the only female disposed to this ailment.)

Because the thing is, you were fine when he left work.  So you watch his face while his brain searches frantically for the “what did I do?” (Everything would be fine if he would only learn to read my mind.)

(It’s usually something like, you’re having a really bad day and when he calls home at lunch and asks “You having a good day?”  you reply with all the pity you can muster, “Yeah…*heavy sigh* “  And he says, “Great.  Love you honey–talk to you later.” By the time he gets home you’ve mentally checked off all the different ways he’s not “in tune” to your feelings, and this just tops it off.  He probably doesn’t love you anymore.)

At the moment, it’s big.  You feel justified.  You pull the “hurt” card.  And by the time you finish explaining his lack of sensitivity, you sound pretty convincing.

He’s shocked that you actually convinced him that he has done something he had no idea he did.  And now it seems real to him, though he’s puzzled about how it all happened so quickly, right under his nose and he missed it.

So he apologizes, because really, he just loves you and wants you to be happy.

Later, when you’ve come to yourself again, you shake you head in disbelief that this man loves you day in and day out.  And actually seems to forget these escapades!  And then you apologize, though it requires you to tear down that beautiful sob story that became so real.

I don’t know.  Let’s see…we struggle through PMS, we waddle through pregnancy (I am pathetic right now), pain through childbirth, we suffer through menopause–yeah, it must be God’s way of balancing it all out.

Bless them, those dear husbands of ours.

Tongue Piercing Rant ;-)

No, I don’t understand them, but that’s not my point…

Whatever happened to customer service companies actually establishing a dress/behavior code that employees were required to follow?  I’m guessing we are such a lawsuit-crazed society that everyone is afraid of telling someone else they can or can’t do something?  Even if they’re paying them?

Because I was just trying to order lunch for my family…in a hurry, etc.  Maybe it was a new barbell–I don’t really care.  I could not understand my cashier. 

“Wouth you lith the wegulath or larth?”

(Confused look)…”I beg your pardon?”

Then I realized it was not a natural speech impediment, but a tongue-barbell-induced one.

And before you beat me up for being so narrow-minded…I’m not suggesting the young man can’t have a tongue ring.  If he wants to burden his friends with the translation of his healing tongue–be my guest (he’s probably text-messaging them anyway).

But for the love of all that is chocolate, can he assemble the sandwiches?  Is there not an employer worth his salt enough to say “no tongue rings for the cashiers”?

Sorry.  It’s a blog.  It’s where I unload.