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This morning I woke up and said devastatingly thrilled, “I’m sooooo glad it’s Friday…!” Oh man, that was a hard one to have brutally corrected!
Apparently, there is a new “reality” TV show up for bid for next season. The only problem is the show is still lacking a name. The premise of the show is that they will take two sinners, put them in one house and one bed, add 7 bajillion stressors…and all that before the first commercial break! There’ll be only one Judge (not three), no voting each other off, and “I do” is the final answer.
To any TV Exec. interesting in this show concept, my husband and I are the perfect candidates to be the main players in this reality TV show. Please see below to view our qualifications.
Going into our eighth month of marriage, we are under no delusions: we are both wretched sinners. That right there should be enough for us to meet the criteria, but we do have more going for us to place us in a good position for this show. Among the many stressors we’ve amassed in our short time of marriage, hubby is in graduate school (and never got his year off) and is still learning how to balance his many hours of class- and homework-time with wife-time. Being on a student visa, he is legally only allowed to 20 hours a week, which means I bring home the main chuck o’ bacon (for now). And of course, living in Los Angeles-which is devastatingly expensive-on one and a half incomes makes everything really tight. While I will still be working full-time, I am finally going back to school to finish my Bachelor’s degree. Starting this Saturday. While my parents and sisters are in town.
While all these stress-causing agents are in full play, we would provide the perfect twist at the end to bring about the conclusion to the program. We may sometimes forget it, but we do not rely on our own strength to get through tough times. When we are weak (and frazzled, and despairing–and if we relinquish our tight grasp on our want to be god), that is when God’s strength is shown through us. Not only that, but James 1:3 and Hebrews 12:11 say that trials bring about positive change in growth (if we are trained by them). So we are sorrowful, yet always rejoicing, knowing also that God will work all these things for His glory and our good.
My hope is that you will consider us as the main characters in this TV show, Mr. TV Channel Executive. Thank you.
For the rest of you non-TV Channel Executives, keep your eyes out for this novel and innovating new show!
When it comes to housekeeping, do you have a firmly set routine or do you just do what needs to be done? Do you have Monday Washing and Tuesday Ironing or do you tackle things as needed? I’m wondering this because I was just thinking about a website I came across several years ago (that I vowed to remember when I had my own home–and I did remember it–haHA, take that, Forgetfulness!).
This website–FlyLady–instructs you with a very regular schedule of doing housework, as well as little tips to conquer the beast of clutter (or, I believe, she says CHAOS: Can’t Have Anyone Over Syndrome). Has anyone heard of or tried FlyLady’s routine? It looks interesting, doable, encouraging…except for the part where you have to shine your sink every night. Ugh! It’s the first baby step; that, and a pair of shoes. That is to say, you don’t shine your shoes. You put them on; you wear them: typical shoe-function.
It’s a very organized and structured plan (I love structure!), so I may try the little baby steps. Hm, we’ll see on that front.
Now that we have that established, this post wouldn’t be complete without a picture of one supa’fly Rabbi.
Rabbi: “My wife made me this. I just wanted a cool vest.”
Rabbi: “…depending on your definition of cool.”
He is the one man that could pull off that look. And he does it smashingly, don’t you think?
Is there anything more exciting than being tagged? It’s my second time, I believe. I feel like a real boy blogger, pardon the Pinocchio moment. Jamie over at Ohbecareful! tagged me to complete a “six” meme (I still don’t know what that word means…am I the only one?), thankfully giving me a way to quickly throw a post up. (Is that cheating?)
Things around our house have been a little hectic lately. Hubby, being in both Greek and Hebrew Exegesis this semester, is pulling his hair out over the technicalities of those two dead languages. My family is coming to visit next week from the Great State of Minnesota, so cleaning and continuing my “homemaking” has been a priority. And if that wasn’t enough, stay tuned on news of me going back to school! Pens, and notebooks, and folders! Oh my!
Now, as far as this meme goes, Jamie “took” all my answers, so go read hers for what would be my serious one. In an effort to be original, I’ll give honest, if not first-choice, answers. (Is that cheating?)
Six Things I Value
- Smooth roads (how I miss them!)
- New, empty, expectant journals (I’m only slightly obsessed)
- School supplies
- Scripture verse memory flashcards
Six Things I Don’t Support
- Temperatures in the high-90s in mid-October in SoCal (high temperatures in Autumn bear repeating…plus I’m suffering more than Jamie, heh)
- Traffic (two words: Los Angeles. It can be 1:00 in the morning and if there’s an accident, you know you’ll be in stop-and-go.)
- Too much to do
- Thick smog
- Temperatures in the high-90s in–oh, did I mention this one already? (I know this is cheating!)
As a side note, you know you’re a (going-to-be) pastor’s wife when you alliterate a list.
Six People I Tag
I only wish there were six people who read this blog… I suppose if you stumble across this (and weren’t already tagged by Jamie), please feel free to join in on the fray!
Costco muffins are just too big.
Let’s unpack that statement. Here’s what happens: you start out really hungry and the muffin looks so good. But about four-fifths of the way through the muffin, you start thinking, “this is starting to get prettty gross…” But you can’t just stop there. You’ve already eaten past the half-way point, so it’s not like you can save the rest for tomorrow. But it’s far too much to throw away; that’s just wasteful! So you feel compelled to cram the last bites down. By then, it’s become downright gag-inducing. But forge ahead, you must. After you’ve finally finished off the last bite (so dry, so hard to swallow), you kinda hate yourself and vow never look upon a blasted Costco muffin again. At least until the next day, when you’re really hungry and the muffin is looking so good….
That’s what happens.