2007-08-31T21:11:45.651-04:00You knew it was coming.
2007-07-05T15:01:13.832-04:00Hey all! I just (finally) updated on the Jas and Tam blog, so go check it out here.
2007-06-12T23:14:26.142-04:00I nearly forgot- the pic above is totally one I took up here at the lake awhile back. So sweet :)
2007-06-12T22:34:19.027-04:00[Livin' On A Prayer, Bon Jovi]
2007-06-04T22:38:12.181-04:00... I'm going home
2007-06-01T13:06:36.903-04:00I nearly forgot--
2008-11-07T00:33:42.817-05:00... Lord, blessed be Your name[Blessed Be Your Name, Tree 63]So today I checked in on the blog of a friend who was in Europe lately, and there were some sound clips of a wedding that he sang in. The songs were in French, and I realized that singing along in English to a worship song (they were Blessed Be Your Name and Lord, You Have My Heart) being sung in another language, French in this case, is one of the most incredibly amazing feelings in the world.I can't really explain it-- worshiping God in song is my most treasured form of worship, and singing a song of praise in my heart language as others praised Him in their foreign tongue simultaneously just took it to another level. That was just over a fairly low-quality clip online!In other news, I think my blog is in need of more pictures. Everyone loves a good picture, right?Here are some of my favorite things :)Being in my fiance's armsPics where Jas looks ridiculous- ha ha!Pictures of cities at night; I took this one of Charlotte after leaving a Bobcats game (they won!)My ring and my Red Sox sweatshirt :)Being Ridiculous :)Making really crazy faces for the cameraOk, I REALLY love making nutso faces for the camera... never leave yours unattended.For real.Beautiful sunsetsI'll give you one guess :)Being silly with my kids :)Young childrenMy kids :)Friday night lights :) I'll really miss keeping statsThe randomosity that is Warren CountyInside joke, but when my kids are funny (and watch Jeopardy!)The natural beauty where I liveOur glorious lake house :)MikoSweet pics ;)Being Ms. TKMy adorable roomies (I don't have any pics of Elise :( )Hurricane Days! One word: ERRRRRRRNESTO!!Crazy times with Liz :)My hair when it's long :)The randomosity that is my house... we didn't choose the decorations on the book shelf, PSFunny biznessRoot beer mystery taste testsMy baby... even if the sun & wind were in his eyes and he's squinting :)[...]
2007-05-30T23:09:48.745-04:00[Girl America, Mat Kearney]I'm totally starting to get into this fitness thing.Do you ever apply limits and labels to yourself and believe them so fiercely that you simply couldn't imagine them not being a part of your life? Do you ever let them begin to define you, even if they're negative?I've always been overweight. Even as an elementary school child I was the cute, mildly plump one. It got to be a little bit more and more by high school, and by the time I graduated I was 220 pounds, and about a size 18. Then, in college, it got worse. By the end of my junior year I was 290. I went to China for a summer and came back at 260. I could fit into a 22, the first time in years. I spent most of college a solid 24. Slowly I gained the China weight back, and then some. By the time I left for TFA I was 330, a solid 26. Then, two winters ago (so 2005-2006, my first year in TFA) I got up to about 360. That's my estimate... the only comfortable pants were a 28. By last fall I was down to 320 (I'm honestly not sure how I lost it... I didn't even really try, to be truthful. It just slipped off.). With some serious effort I got down to about 310 by January of this year. Then I gained some back, and at my last doctor appointment I was 323. I realized I had to get serious. I mean, I want to have babies with Jason. First of all, the rate of miscarriages in women with a BMI over 25 increases sharply. My BMI at 323 would be a50.6. Ouch. We don't plan on children for about 3 years, but still. I'm blessed that I don't have any real complications yet. My cholesterol is normal, blood pressure in healthy limits, etc. But I hate being the fattest person on the plane, in the restaurant, in the room, in the building. Still... I often cling to my identity as the fat girl. I mean, you'd think I'd hate it- and I do- but a painful truth hit me recently:I can't imagine a fit Tami.I just can't. I can't see myself as one of those people who snacks on raw veggies and works out because it feels good. I can see myself gorging on 12 Oreos and a half a gallon of milk and ordering enough fast food for two people. You know what's sad? I've only bought Oreos maybe twice in the last year, and I honestly eat fast food maybe 1-2 times a month. I actually probably eat raw veggies and work out more than either of those things. Yet I define myself as the "fat girl".It's easy in some ways to be her. I could always blame problems on her. When I had unrequited love spells, I could blame it on being too fat. If people rejected me I could always assume they just couldn't get close to me because of my stature. I accepted being friendliest and having the best laugh in high school because of course I'd never be most attractive. I overcompensated with personality, clinging to it as needing to be overly funny and fun because I hated fat people more than anyone, so why should people love me unless I was so lovable that they- and I- had no choice but to overlook the obesity that was me.So... I have had to wrestle this demon, recently. The one that rejects God's truths (My body is a temple... Eat, drink, whatver I do, do it as unto the Lord... don't gorge on anything other than God's Holy Spirit (and His Word)... love myself... I am a beautiful daughter of the King... on and on...) and instead clings to lies about my unworthiness and definition being the uncontrolled, unhealthy habits formed in eating over the last 20 years. Funny how the demon is far harder to deal with than the actual sinful acts. I can eat 1,500 calories in a day, work out like a fiend, and consciously surrender my desires to binge (and, sadly, I won't deny having purged- aka vomiting- in the past) and still feel like I'll always just be the fat girl.God simply won't let me rest. He won't let me feel sorry for myself. He urges me onto health, to Himself. Go[...]
2007-05-29T21:26:40.198-04:00[All These Lives, Daughtry]
2007-05-27T23:44:41.196-04:00[Word of God Speak, Mercy Me]
2007-05-26T03:42:48.316-04:00I won $20 in poker tonight.
2007-05-22T22:56:22.040-04:00[The Heart of Life, John Mayer]
2007-05-20T23:06:17.487-04:00[Change, Tracy Chapman]
2007-05-16T22:55:12.019-04:00[some country song by some country artist. Meh.]I love Jason.In other news, I also love American Idol. I think I might be PMS'ing early, because I cry at everything. At the senior awards ceremony yesterday (where all the seniors' scholarships are announced- remember, I teach high school) a girl got a Gates Millennium scholarship which will pay UNLIMITED monies for ALL expenses all the way through a doctorate degree for her. Could you imagine that? What a blessing. She's in the extremely impoverished local Native American tribe, and it's just incredible. So, though I was sitting amongst the most insolent, selfish, and rude section of juniors in the gym (I was the only teacher with the bal... gumption... to do so), I cried with tears streaming down my cheeks. Good reason, but still.Then, I almost lost it today when I reprimanded my US History class. Yesterday they all decided that instead of doing 20 minutes- TWENTY minutes!- of reading together in small groups to prep for the rest of the lesson they would just put their heads down and sleep. Now, that ceremony yesterday completely threw the ENTIRE schedule of school off, I had zero planning, had to constantly discipline those afore-mentioned juniors as I watched my babies (my first classes last year were all juniors then, and almost all of them are graduating now) get college scholarships, lost 40 minutes of third period, and then had about an 8 minute lunch. Needless to say, I was already pissy. So by the time it came to be fourth period- my last class of the day- I was testy. When they put their heads down while reading I was downright angry.See, I was sitting there reading stories about people like Emmett Till, a beautiful 14-year-old boy who was murdered- horrifyingly so- simply because he whistled at a white woman, and he happened to be black. One the two white men who killed him was the woman's husband, and after getting freed by an all-white, all-male jury (twice, no less) the man said something to the effect of killing the boy was his only choice because he couldn't let no [sic] black boy think he was as good as any white man. The poor kid was from Chicago, visiting relatives in Mississippi and simply didn't understand the way the world worked for blacks in the South in the 1950's.I read about a man in the military whose wife and child almost died in childbirth, so he rode a bus home to the South from his northern station at a military base to see them, and was sleeping... a white police officer got on, woke the man up (he was black), took him outside, and shot him in the heart, killing him. Reports showed that the white officer basically thought the man was a Freedom Rider- he just wanted to see his family, and they had to live the rest of their years with their father and husband dead. There are countless stories of people- black and white alike- who gave their lives in the Civil Rights movement. People died so my students could have a chance at trying to attain equality. And to see my students decide they wanted to sleep because it was the last period of the day and my room was warmer than usual (not my fault- my school's HVAC system SUCKS)... well, I was so angry I couldn't speak to them. I couldn't even talk to them, not at all. I just put in a video about the movement, handed out their work and tried to make it through until 3:00 without losing it.Today, though, they heard from me. They heard my heart. I told them the truth- that for two hours, I saw them and their peers jeer and sneer at Seniors getting scholarships and getting the chance at a better life. They laughed, text messaged on cell phones, hit each other, everything, and couldn't keep it together f[...]
2007-05-13T16:02:12.886-04:00[Hips Don't Lie, Shakira]
2007-04-29T19:11:47.482-04:00For about a year I have been sponsoring a child through a program called International Children's Network. My child is named Isaac and he's from Uganda. ICN has done an excellent job of making sure I am able to stay in touch with him- I get a letter just about every 3 months, and I write him as often. Also, I have sent money for the purchase of items to help him a few times, and ICN is good about sending me pictures of him with his gifts to ensure that I know he is being provided for.
2007-04-28T16:20:47.193-04:00My subject line means nothing, really.
2007-04-19T23:34:07.542-04:001. Stay With You has an update :)2. Please go sign this:http://www.ipetitions.com/petition/VTfunerals/index.htmlThere is a horribly non-Christian group called Westboro Baptist Church who, basically, believes that there are a few elect to be saved (these being the only ones Christ died for) and that everyone else is damned and that their job is to preach the wrath and damnation of God. This means that they believe God hates America and He is pouring His wrath out via natural disasters, events like 9/11, the deaths of those in the Iraq war, and most recently, the Virginia Tech tragedy.Their message is of hate, and they go to the funerals of people killed in Iraq (and now they plan to attend funerals of those killed at VT), shouting their venemous messages. They're the infamous "God Hates Fags" people. They shout things like, "Your [son] was evil and god is bringing his [intentionally not capitalized because the god they worship is not the One True and Living God] wrath upon heathens like your evil son!". They basically scream and chant and hold up signs as grieving families try to reconcile their loss.The worst part is, I have been reading about some of the people killed, and praise God that some of them were clearly born again, and are in heaven! But these WBC people would say that even those are not of the elect and don't know the "true god".They're horrifyingly despicable and this petition is in the good faith effort to try to get a grassroots movement to stop these people. I'm sorry, but if this is what free speech allows then I think there is a time to put the muzzle on these people. They are hateful and seek to inflict pain. That is NOT free speech in the least.Please, I urge you to take 60 seconds to sign the petition. You don't have to donate when it asks, just sign the petition and help honor the memory of so many bright, young, talented, and wonderful individuals whose families don't need more pain and suffering.Oh, and you can read more about the horrifying WBC here if you want more info than just my word:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Westboro_Baptist_ChurchI just exhort you to not actually visit their hateful websites because they get money everytime someone visits. Probably ad software or whatever. But I saw the main woman (Shirley Roper Phelps or something like that) on a news show once and she is serious about this evil business. So sad. But Christ is bigger than His adversaries, and we can all make a difference by trying to help.To anyone this applies to, please know that this is a VERY extreme, and extremely wrong, tiny sect- cult, to be honest- who claims to be Christian but clearly is wrong. They take scripture out of context, and entirely misinterpret sections. They're actually primarily composed of a single family, the Phelps', and they in no way represent what Bible-believing (and adhering!) Christians believe. Also, they put a foul stain on the name Baptist, but know that they by no means represent Baptists.Some Facebook groups are organizing marches where people will go stand silently between the WBC people and the funeral procession, to create a buffer. There is also the Patriot Guard, bikers who go around to the funerals of Iraqi soldiers that the WBC intends to terrorize, and does the same thing. Praise God- the REAL GOD- for that!http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patriot_guards[...]
2007-04-15T01:41:46.908-04:00Just so you all know, there's a blog now dedicated to all things specifically Jason and Tami (but I'll still post on here, too, just, you know, at the same dismal frequency that I have been as of late... though hopefully at least 1-2 times a week!).
2007-04-11T22:23:55.423-04:00... we're in heaven... [Heaven, Bryan Adams]
2007-03-19T15:55:21.458-04:00[Heart of Life, John Mayer]How's about a List Monday for a change? :)One of my best friends is pregnant! I'm not sure how far she's spread the news, so I'm not saying names yet, but it totally makes me basically an aunt! Yay!I did some shopping this weekend with my rock star roomie, Becca... we purchased materials for Save the Date cards and I got some (much needed) new clothes (some shirts and a pair of bermuda shorts as well as a pair around clam-digger length- SO CUTE!!). Shopping is fun but expensive. Yay for sales though! I got a load o' sexy clothes for my man for just under a hundred bucks! Yay for sales, I say (again, of course). I only need to make it through this week, then next week there's no school Monday (teacher workday... but I have loads o' comp time to use for those!) and then 1pm dismissal (aka two hours early) on Thursday and Friday. Ode. To. JOY!!The week after next has an early dismissal Friday (1pm again), and then... SPRING BREAK! Oh, beloved week off in April, how I do adore thee...This Friday my other wonderfully beloved is making a rather large purchase... which he'll then put into use likely as soon as he gets here on Wednesday, April 4! I can't wait! To see him, to have his ring on my finger, to know that we're truly embarking on the journey toward marriage... *sigh* I love him so much. Let's be honest... I am absolutely in love with Jason :) He's my favorite. He gets his own whole section of gushing now :) We're in such a good place now- we can have rough days where the conversations (we talk at least twice every day) are kind of awkward.... or super awkward... seriously, I verge on- albeit unintentionally- becoming a completely different person when I am on PMS. It's rather lame, to be quite honest. And we're relatively certain he has a hormonal time of the month where he's more irritable than normal too... and these times tend to coincide which SUCKS! Anyway, we can have a rough day or week but then eventually we are able to talk it out and always we get right- both with God and with one another. I just love him so much... not a day goes by that I don't take a step back and think, "God, how did I ever come to have a man this wonderful in my life?"My favorite things about Jason deserve their own mini-list, so here are some random ones that come to mind:He makes me laugh... we had the funniest conversation the other night about... well... poop. We were on the phone, I said I'd be right back, came back like 5 minutes later and admitted that I had needed to go numero dos but was too embarrassed to admit it. One of the funniest convos we've ever had as a couple ensued. It was rather hilarious.We're just so beautifully in harmony on issues of doctrine and living out our faith in our every day life. He's seriously my perfect match in that sense. We're on the same note in certain areas where we need to be (primarily doctrinal, some political and the like) and then we harmonize and balance one another out in other areas. It's beautiful, to be perfectly honest.He's so thoughtful and sweet. He thinks I'm the most beautiful woman in the world and never fails to tell me so. He loves me deeply and always wants to ensure that there is never even a shred of doubt in my mind about how tangible and meaningful his feelings are for me.He's a hard worker. He works two full time jobs. Literally, the man works like 80 hours a week, never complains, and does it with a sense of urgency to financially make it possible for[...]
2007-03-10T17:55:24.513-05:00[One, Mary J Blige, featuring U2]I know you all probably think I'm dead. At least that I don't love you anymore...Neither is true. As usual, I've just been mega busy. Currently on the list of To Do's (it's capitalized because To Do lists dominate my life) is... planning a wedding. Barring any act of God to the contrary, Jason is proposing when he comes to see me in April. I'm not sure how or when, but I pray it's soon after his arrival because I can't wait to have his ring on my finger, officially showing that I am his, and his alone. He is my beloved, and I am his.Ok, 'nuff gushing. One serious thing to tackle... I don't have loads o' time to do it, but I do want to address my beliefs in response to some recent replies to my blog posts (ok, let's be honest... to say "recent" is a DIRTY LIE. I haven't written since before the millennium, or so it seems).I believe that God's Word is absolute Truth. The entire thing. Many people get mixed messages about the verity of God's Word, but I believe that God's Word itself addresses the idea that the Bible is partial-truth intermingled with fallacies and the opinions of man. This may take a moment, but read the entire chapter of II Timothy 3 below; if you're not feeling reading the entire thing, at least pay attention to the parts I make bold. 1But realize this, that in the last days difficult times will come. 2For men will be lovers of self, lovers of money, boastful, arrogant, revilers, disobedient to parents, ungrateful, unholy, 3unloving, irreconcilable, malicious gossips, without self-control, brutal, haters of good, 4treacherous, reckless, conceited, lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God, 5holding to a form of godliness, although they have denied its power; Avoid such men as these. 6For among them are those who enter into households and captivate weak women weighed down with sins, led on by various impulses, 7always learning and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth. 8Just as Jannes and Jambres opposed Moses, so these men also oppose the truth, men of depraved mind, rejected in regard to the faith. 9But they will not make further progress; for their folly will be obvious to all, just as Jannes's and Jambres's folly was also. 10Now you followed my teaching, conduct, purpose, faith, patience, love, perseverance, 11persecutions, and sufferings, such as happened to me at Antioch, at Iconium and at Lystra; what persecutions I endured, and out of them all the Lord rescued me! 12Indeed, all who desire to live godly in Christ Jesus will be persecuted. 13But evil men and impostors will proceed from bad to worse, deceiving and being deceived. 14You, however, continue in the things you have learned and become convinced of, knowing from whom you have learned them, 15and that from childhood you have known the sacred writings which are able to give you the wisdom that leads to salvation through faith which is in Christ Jesus. 16All Scripture is inspired by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, for training in righteousness; 17so that the man of God may be adequate, equipped for every good work. For me, it's simple: God inspired all scripture, yes. Not just gave a magic touch to some man to write it, but actually breathed His Word through the human man sitting down to write it. Over the years the Bible has been translated time and time again, but I believe that the same God who could split the Red Sea in two, and who could walk on[...]
2007-02-16T08:07:21.190-05:00Ok, you have to go read this. DO IT.Chris Broussard's Response to the Amaechi / NBA stuffsI replied with the following:Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU. I hold the same standards as you. The Bible- God's inerrant and Holy Word- is the plumb line for me, the standard which determines my choices as well as my moral values. Many call it antiquated and "mistranslated", as you said, and tell me that they respect my choices, though I can see they clearly think I am either sadly misled and naive or simply wrong. It kills me that, in our society, I feel like free speech is open to pretty much anyone except those like me, with my values. I truly appreciate your honesty- that you would treat any homosexual man as a human and a friend, with respect, and that you might be a little uncomfortable being around him naked but that you would give him benefit of the doubt and so long as he didn't make a pass at you (ergo respecting your boundaries) then you wouldn't freak out about it and would eventually not worry about the shower situation. I value you saying this because so many like us (dare I lump you and I together, being that we have a similar belief system) are immediately labeled as hateful bigots when we call homosexuality sin. Yet Christians living as Jesus called us to should love people- even homosexuals, despite the fact that, for a plethora of reasons, homosexuality tends to make most people more uncomfortable than other sins. You showed the way we should be- cliche as it is, you "love the sinner and hate the sin". You also aren't afraid to call it sin- many Christians don't get this. Either they are hateful and allow ignorance to be their compass or they just cop-out and say, "God is love and so you can do whatever you want to do and He'll still love you." God is love. He came to earth in bodily form, lived every day of His 33 year life for our sake, and then died a humiliating and excruciatingly painful (physically and emotionally) death on a cross. That's love. Love is getting over your own discomfort to be a friend to someone whose life choices aren't in line with your own and shining for Christ. Love is speaking the truth while balancing it out with grace. Love endures and takes the risk- as you have- of being ripped to shreds by those who tout liberty and free speech yet seek to silence those who stand for Truth. Thank you, Mr. Broussard, for speaking the truth in love. I teach History in a low-income, primarily Black, rural high school where ignorance feeds hate toward homosexuals. Every day I seek to stand for love, living out the Truth I believe- that no matter what choice someone makes, no matter how uncomfortable it makes me, I need to love that person while being unafraid to stick to my beliefs. I stand and walk according to my beliefs, and when necessary I speak the words necessary to back up my actions. Thank you, Mr. Broussard, for standing with me and being that beacon which my students so desperately need to shine into their lives. I can't wait to use your article as our next opinions literacy-workshop piece.*** So what do you all think? I'd love to hear your feedback about this stuff.[...]
2007-02-07T13:12:04.834-05:00I fell asleep with my eyes open.