Archive | September 2015

Where Did We Come From?

There are many beliefs, morals, and opinions in the world, and I try hard to respect everyone and not try to force my views on others.  I’m not one to feel threatened when someone else thinks differently than me. When my son comes home from school and says he is learning about evolution in science class, I’m not surprised. After all, it is one of the theories out there, right?  I want my kids to be well rounded and know about different views, but when you teach it as the gospel truth and tell children that what they have heard in church about creation is not true, we’re going to have a big problem. Both sides should be presented as equal theories.

Not sure how to handle this one.  My children went to public school a few years ago and there were not problems, but they have mostly attended private Christian schools where science was taught as the study of God’s creation.

Here’s one to think about:  If we evolved from apes, then why are there still apes?

After teaching school for 15 years, I never want to tell a teacher how to handle her classroom, but I feel a parent/teacher conference coming on…



The End

How do you prepare for the end?

Count it a blessing to see it coming, and savor those last days, months.

Some aren’t as fortunate to be able to say goodbye.

Pray for those who bear the burden of care.

Get angry because you can’t always be there.

Wish you had a larger family with siblings to help.

Let Me Be Me

Let me be me.

Don’t try to make me into something I’m not.

There is nothing wrong with being quiet.

Nothing wrong with being an introvert.

I have friends and do socialize. I’m no hermit.

I just like my alone time, too.

Let me be me.

Don’t try to change me.

I’ll speak up when I have something to say.

Don’t call me out because I’m quiet.

Don’t try to force me to talk.

I have my moments when I talk a lot.

It’s not for you to say when those should be.

You’re not the boss of me. Let me be me.


Where is the Line?

Sometimes you need someone to talk to, but you don’t even want to tell your best friend.

Some things are just too embarassing, even though I’m pretty sure my bestie is going through the same thing (for legitimate health reasons).  I’m still too ashamed to admit my situation.

So a few years ago, I joined a support group type site. I’ve made some good friends, (men and women) and it helps to know I’m not alone, but somehow I still feel guilty. Like I am doing something wrong.

I haven’t been inappropriate with anyone, and I’m not trying to hook up with someone.   I believe it is better to simply move on rather than cheat and sneak around.  The people I’ve been corresponding with are far away, so it’s not like we will ever meet anyway.

I think everyone needs something that is just for them.  Still, I’m starting to feel sneaky, but I need the outlet after yet another blow up (though it has been a long while since the last one).  I’m supposed to go to therapy with my husband tomorrow morning, and I’m dreading it.  It doesn’t seem like there is much point.


My husband’s therapist wants me to join him next week.

I’m nervous.  I don’t know why he would want to see me.

I’ve never been to any kind of counseling or therapy, but maybe I could use some with the way I’m feeling lately.

I have really wanted to be able to talk to someone, but I see no purpose.

When someone can sit in a marriage retreat with the speaker directly talking about the importance of physical intimacy in a marriage, there isn’t much else you can do…(sigh)

And I was doing so well having a positive attitude.


How Much Would You Make?

$110 for me or $120 if a little “tipsy” without being sick counts as drunk.


1. Kinda

2. No

3. No

4. No

5. No

6. Yes

7. No

8. Yes

9. No

10. Yes

11. Yes

12. No

13.. No

14. No

15. Yes

16. No

17. No

18. No


20. No, but I’ve met a couple country stars.

It’s My Party and I’ll Cry if I Want To.

Well, another birthday is here.  This just isn’t where I thought I would be at 45 years old.  I try to stay focused on the positive things, and I did really well for a long time, but lately the tears are coming again.  I gave up my beautiful home. I don’t look forward to going back to the academic world one bit. I don’t want to be writing sermons and papers till ungodly hours at night.

Lately I’ve been mad at myself also because I know I am not helpless.  In reality, I have all the control.  I am just too scared to exercise it.  So here I am, another year older and still feel stuck.  Shoot me now.