Lazy Monday: LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

I put as my facebook status that I didn’t know what to write about this fine Monday and this is what I got.

“I just experienced love at first sight on the bus home. Write about that.”

“I just experienced love at first sight every time the foreign boy walks into class m/w/f. write about that”

Seeing as Valentines day is coming up I thought “what the hey.”

Love at First Sight(n): The moment in time when you look at a complete stranger and you fall in love with them before even knowing their name. Sometimes used to excuse irrational behavior. Most of the time simply a figment of the imagination. Primarily used to make females feel badly about their significant other(or lack there of), eat loads of ice cream whilst watching terrible romantic comedies, and gaze into the eyes of any and all attractive passers by.

So after I updated my status I hopped in the ol’ Cliff and zoomed to the library where love at first sight was waiting for me. But I wasn’t a desperate LAFS whore, I waited until the end of my library trip to pick up that which had so set my heart on fire.

With my mind on my true love I picked up my non-fiction book for the month.

SIDEBAR!!!! Did I mention I made a new years resolution this year? I decided I was going to read one non-fiction book each month this year. January’s book was Forgotten God by Francis Chan. Ah-Mazing! Today I picked up my February. Picture0211131954_1

Surprised by Joy: The Shape of my Early Life by Clive Staples Lewis. I’m pretty stoked! I’m hoping John Ronald Reuel Tolkien makes an appearance. That would make my February!

Then I picked up some trash. Then I looked at the movies. THEN I picked up this hunk of hot.

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Yeah baby. Gracie’s got a date for Valentines day! And I might go all the way with this one. ;) But I don’t know…

I have to open it first. I have to get to know it.  I have to make sure it’s not a douche. I have to make sure I wasn’t just swept off my feet.

SIDEBAR!!!! In case you were born under a rock you’ll see that my library is doing BLIND DATES WITH BOOKS!!!! I kinda sorta suggested it on their facebook page about a month ago. Idk if that’s where they got the idea, but I’m super excited to see which book I chose!

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Comfort-The Arch-Nemesis of Awesome

I’ve noticed that a lot of times the right thing to do is the most uncomfortable thing to do, but when you look back you don’t regret it. You know you have those moments when you’re on the brink of a potentially disastrous decision…. “Hmmm…. four red bulls in one night? Should I do this?” “Hmmmm, dancing with an old man when I can’t really dance. period?” “Gosh, should I eat this whole stack of pancakes AND the whole appetizer sampler?”

I say yes to all of the above….

But there are bigger questions out there. I think about the future a lot and the thing I’ve been dwelling on(but I really shouldn’t be) is whether or not someday I want to have children. WHOOOP! There it is! Just now I was thinking about having a child and my first thought was “Well there’s a lot of stuff that has to happen before this is really a life decision” and my second thought was “what if I was raped and became pregnant” and my third thought was “that would seriously f up my life” and my fourth thought was “GOD WHY AREN’T YOU EFFING UP MY LIFE!!!!”

You see I have this theory. Frankly it’s really uncomfortable when things happen in life. Change. It sucks. It is the exact opposite of comfortable. But without change God wouldn’t be able to mold us into the people He wants us to be. So you can get angry at God when you lose your job or get pregnant or somebody dies…. or you can thank God because He’s molding you into who He wants you to be.  Basically if you’re comfortable you missed the boat. You’re going to live a boring life that will only leave a mark on a gravestone. If you want to do something truly remarkable you have to step into the nitty gritty uncomfortable world.

Here’s my problem though. I look forward to the end of the story and try to skip all the growing that happens along the way. I’m single right now for a reason. God has a plan for me and He’s teaching me how to be content with Him. He’s teaching me not to put other gods before Him. I have some pretty solid evidence that I’m not “destined” to be single my whole life…. I don’t have the “gift of singleness”. But right now in this moment I have to have it. Cuz that’s the awkward situation I’m in. ::insert ironic, self deprecating laughter here:: The moral of this story is that sometimes the change stops on something uncomfortable and you just want the big Wheel of Fortune to keep on spinning and not land on bankrupt but that isn’t how life works. Sometimes you have to learn to be content with the non-changing awkward.

If I were making a toast I would ask you to drink to the uncomfortable, awesome unknown. But since I am in fact lying on a couch nursing a “woke up at 6, worked for four hours and then watched a season of How I Met Your Mother” headache and NOT making a toast, you can just imagine it in your mind and drink something on your own.

Cheers.

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Lazy Monday: RESEMBLANCE

Resemblance: The state of being or looking alike.

I didn’t know what to write about this lazy Monday so I was procrastinating by watching How I Met Your Mother and facebooking. In the midst of my laziness my friend Brittany the sexy-muffin-face messaged me. Somewhere in the conversation she mentioned that my new facebook profile picture looked a lot like my sister. I assume she meant my sister Rebekah. I mean seriously, check this out.

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Down to the blue eyes we’re spitting image of each other. You can ignore the me in the picture of Rebekah. I was a bit young looking then… But Bek and I resemble each other(or should I say I resemble her, for she came first…) The same eyes, the same long brown hair, the same crookedy smile. the same big schnoz…. The same chin…. Well we aren’t exactly the same. My cheek-bones are flatter.

Which is where this picture comes in.

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Us three sisters ran togething in Color Me Rad. We looked pretty rad by the end so we took this hot picture. When I lived with said sisters all the people at church(and elsewhere) called me “The missing link” between Anna and Rebekah. Anna has the eyes too. But she doesn’t have the hair or the dumb smile. What she does have are the same cheek-bones as me…. huh. Weird, right? The good news is that we’re three hot chicas. Beyond that who cares, right? Hahahaha hope you’ve enjoyed these pictures. You can inspect the similarities and differences for yourself. :D Peace out brosky.

 

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Lazy Monday: COOK-OFF

Cook-Off: (noun) a social gathering where the participants try to out-cook one another.

Who? My brothers(with the aid of wives/girlfriends) and my father.

What? To date: pizza, stuffed peppers, lasagne, Parmesan chicken, ribs, runzas, etc.

Where? Facebook.

How? Photos. Lots and lots of photos.

Why? God only knows.

The result? Grace really doesn’t feel like a good woman. Grace cooks a lot when her mother isn’t residing in the house, but her mother does such a fantastic job as a homemaker Grace’s womanly kitchen urges are just nipped in the bud. Oh dear oh dear oh dear. On a plus note Grace isn’t getting fat off of all the delicious foods.

Grace is on the border of a pity-party so Grace is going to go fold laundry while listening to Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

Being a kitchen-woman is over rated.

Believe it, Grace.

Believe it.

Just breathe.

Control that heart rate…

 

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Small Blessings

I’ve been talking a lot about my new job lately. Maybe because it’s God’s gift to my weary soul. The problem is that I am doing 12s and I”m down right tuckered by the time I end my shift. So here I’m going to have a mini thankfulness session to get my mind off my aching feet.

I’m thankful for:

God, who convinced my body that I didn’t need the full half hour this morning to travel from the pastures of dreamland to the chaos of consciousness so that I could spend 4:20 AM- 5:00 AM finishing reading Mark for my bible study tonight.

Slow days, because no matter how boring and agonizing a slow day is, it will never be as awful as having people falling down, or worse, coding. The worst thing I dealt with today was a loogie the size of a golf ball.

The sunset that lazily waved goodbye as I drove home from work.

Sweatpants and Monkey Slippers. Because let’s be real.

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Lazy Monday: LEARNING

Learn: To gain knowledge, comprehension, or mastery of through experience or study.

This week I started my new job as a CNA(Nurse Aide) at a cute little 50 bed facility. I lOVE IT! I have people who are independent and I have people who are totally dependent. I have dementia patients and I have sane people. I have sweet old grannies and mischievous old grandpas…. And a few young’uns as well. It doesn’t matter who it is, they all make me LAUGH! I know it’s terrible to be amused by someone who is trying to punch you in the face, but it’s like a toothless turtle trying to bite your finger off…

This past week I’ve trained for a grand total of 24 hours. :D I work 12 hour shifts so I spend two days training. Yesterday I officially worked without shadowing someone. I was kind of apprehensive but it went really well. I got out 5 minutes early. Yay!

I’ve also been learning a lot spiritually. God’s been really hitting me over the head about trusting Him. Go figure. At the new church I’ve been going to the past two sermons have hit me right in the chest. I figure it’s a sign from God that I’m attending the right place.

I have also learned that my new neighbors, a bunch of college aged guys, have friends with a pension for breaking and entering…. or at least attempting it. Me and my sister were watching a movie. We had just finished when we heard rattling on the door. The neighbors were having a party and one of their guests was trying to get in. It didn’t work so they went back to the neighbors house and got some backup. They tried to get in again and when they couldn’t get in spent a few minutes loitering and being loud in my driveway. Needless to say we called the cops and the party didn’t last much longer than that. I don’t care what happens on the other side of the fence… just don’t let your people cross the property line. Idiots. Can’t even B/E correctly.

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Lazy Mondays and France-iful Fridays

As you have probably noticed by now there’s some major life upheaval going down. I feel like I’m starting a new life because I JUST STARTED A NEW JOB! YAY praise God! He answers prayers. Well with the feeling of newness(new year, new job, new creation in Christ) I’ve just felt the urge to make my life better in a few ways. One of those ways is TADA! Blogging on a regular basis. So I’m going to start for sure blogging every Monday.

These posts will be very lazy-consisting at it’s base of a single word to describe the week. For example

January 14th, 2013

Trust(v):To believe in the reliability, truth, ability, or strength of something or someone.

This past week God has knocked me over the head and shown me that I can trust him to fulfill every desire, passion, and need that I may or may not have. Within the space of a week I had applied to, interviewed, and been hired at the place that I know work. Right when I was at the end of my rope concerning finances and the job hunt and college God provided the perfect opportunity: The opportunity to work with wonderful people doing what I love to do while still having the time to live my life normally. I don’t have to make room in my life for this job(with the exception of church every other week instead of every week. Small price to pay if you ask me.) That on top of a few other trusting issues in my life God has just flabbergasted me with his provision…. and his methods of getting my attention :)

I’ve also been throwing around this idea of incorporating le français in my bloggasaurus. Hence “France-iful Fridays!” Or maybe “French Fridays” I don’t know that one’s more like a junk food blog name…. “Francy Fridays” I don’t know, I’m open to y’alls suggeres(fr.). I have no idea what that blog would consist of, but at some point in the blog I would probably go on a rant in French pour qu’amuser du monde…. i.e. you! et pour l’education de moi-meme. TEETH! <3

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Masculinity

I’m going to be perfectly honest with you, I’ve lost steam on my gender role posts…. Not that I don’t care anymore, but life happens.

Basically if you cut through all the politics in order to respect someone as a man or a woman they have to be responsible. In order to respect yourself as a man or a woman you have to be responsible.

In the family the parents are responsible for the financial, physical, emotional, spiritual, etc. education and support of those belonging to their family. It doesn’t really matter who is taking care of what needs between the man and the woman, that’s immaterial. What matters is that the needs are being met and the husband and wife are partners in meeting those needs.

When I go on the prowl for potential boyfriends(LOOOOOL! this is more of a hypothetical situation here.) I look for a guy who is masculine. This means that he is responsible and able to support himself as a single man. Aka doesn’t live with his parents, does his own laundry, makes wise decisions for himself, is financially responsible, holds a job, is active in his church, has a real relationship with God, etc. These things show me that if we were to end up married he would be able to support US financially and lead US spiritually. Do I want to live off of him for the rest of my life? HECK NO! Do I just want to stay home and cook and clean and take care of children? Dear God, please no. Does it mean I’m less feminine because I don’t aspire to be a mother and homemaker? Absolutely not.

Regardless of my femininity or lack there of my point is that laziness and free-loading is not acceptable in men or women. In my eyes the stereotypical trophy wife is synonymous with dead-beat wife. Not feminine. In the same way the stereotypical trophy husband is synonymous with dead-beat husband. Not masculine. Not fulfilling their duties as a man/woman(adult in general.)

There. I’m done. No more gender politics for a very long time.

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Femininity

I’ve been intending to post this for an extremely long time but some stuff has gotten in the way. Today I find myself struggling with what I should do(take a shower and go to bed) and what I want to do(stay up until the wee hours of the morning on pinterest)… As a good compromise with myself I’m finally putting down the thoughts that I’ve been simultaneously wrestling with and running from.

What is masculinity? What is femininity? What does it mean to be a man or woman?

Like I said, I’ve been thinking about this and here’s what I’ve come up with.. I know a lot of people who have views on this issue(or at least are vocal about it) aren’t believers in God…. to you people I say that I am never going to convince you of anything because of that difference. I’ve said this before and I’ll say it until I’ve breathed my last breath: Christ defines my life. I cannot even attempt to tell you what goes on in my brain without bringing the one and only true God into the picture. I would apologize for this, but I’m not sorry.

In the bible it lays out pretty well what it  means to be a man and a woman. For us female Christians we are constantly being reminded of how we should be the Proverbs 31 woman and be perfect and bla bla bla. As for men, there are a lot more verses pertaining to manhood, but I’m a bad Christian and can’t tell you where exactly you can find those…. (aside from 1 Peter 3, Ephesians 5-6, The whole of Proverbs, etc.)

If I can dare to give an amateurs summation of what it means to be a man and what it means to be a woman it would be this:

A masculine or feminine individual is one who sees to the physical, emotional, and spiritual needs of themselves and those under their care to the best of their abilities.

For example as a child I couldn’t feed myself, teach myself right from wrong, or comfort myself. Some of these needs were fulfilled by my mother and some were fulfilled by my father. As a young adult I now have primary responsibility for these things. I have been trained by my parents to see to my own physical, emotional, and spiritual needs. As a result I am deciding for myself how many hours I can work and how many I can go to school. I decide my budget, I decide my job, I decide my living arrangements. I make choices for myself about my needs.

In a perfect world I am extremely feminine because I am taking care of myself to the best of my ability. I am getting to bed at a decent hour(lol no) I’m paying my bills on time(hah!) I have a job that means my income is greater than my expenses(yeah right) I take regular showers(I’m dying of laughter over here…) etc.

And yet it goes beyond that. I have a responsibility as a human being and more importantly as a Christian to set a good example for those around me. I am responsible for the impression that I give the impressionable(a.k.a. everyone.) I am responsible for misleading others when I have a lapse of judgement or character.

If I were perfectly feminine I would be above reproach.

Moving onward to the Proverbs 31 woman there is a lot of emphasis on supporting the husband and being a shrewd housekeeper.  In those days being a shrewd housekeeper was kind of like being a boss businesswoman. These ladies bought land and traded goods…. Think of the stockbrokers of today and you have the Proverbs 31 woman… only it goes beyond actions and into character. The Proverbs 31 woman is respected by her husband, her children, and the whole town. not one person has a single beef with her. Not. one. beef.

She’s the woman not even the haters hate because she’s just so freaking awesome.

She is a woman of integrity who trains her children to be upright. It is her vocation to support her husband and provide for his needs. Her vocation to teach her children what is right, despite what is comfortable. She’s a woman of integrity who doesn’t stand idly by while injustice thrives. She holds herself to the standard of perfection, to God’s standard, 24 hours a day and apologizes when she fails(even though by the world’s standard she has done nothing wrong.) And she does these things without expecting anything in return.

She is the most feminine woman imaginable because she fulfills her duty to herself, her family, and to her world with humility.

In Proverbs the woman described is in the setting of wife and a lot of times we single ladies skip over it because it doesn’t seem to be applicable to us. Well here’s the thing: being a woman of integrity and taking care of responsibilities is not reserved for the wife. Wherever you are in life you can take the model of the Proverbs 31 woman and translate it over. Like I said, she’s a shrewd manager of her home. This translates really well into the business world. Make wise decisions in your job, be nice to your boss and coworkers, be of flawless reputation. I can guarantee you you will not be fired from any reputable job by doing these things. On the contrary, these are the things that are prized in employees(Not that I’ve had much experience, but this is what I’ve observed.)

There is so much more that I could talk to about femininity, but I”m approaching 1,000 words and it’s midnight… I feel I haven’t been very concise, but this is where it’s at right now…. A bunch of loose thoughts and emotions tangled up with other thoughts and emotions trying to find a little bit of closure… By the end of the week I should be able to tell all, but I don’t really want to share until I have a happy ending to slap on the end.

I always appreciate y’alls comments. Keep ‘em coming!

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Hiding

I feel terrible I’ve procrastinated posting those follow-ups but here’s the reason why:

When something tragic happens I tend to bury my head in the sand. Not because I don’t care and I’m tired of hearing about it, but because I’m grieving. When Aurora happened I was working in a nursing home all day and every TV in the place was set to the news and all the residents would talk about was the shooting. I went home from work that night completely exhausted and on the verge of tears. All I wanted to do was bash in every TV in the whole town because every time I heard news of the shooting was like the first time hearing news of it. On top of it all subsequent news seems very insensitive to me. I’ve been avoiding my email and my facebook for the past week because all I see is newtown this and newtown that. And everyone speaks as if people’s lives weren’t really torn apart by it. Yahoo has constantly had their top story be something like “gunman’s moves show he didn’t just snap” or “Shooting: Who’s to blame”. Tragedies are splashed around the media right up there with “Kim Kardashian takes a dump” and I hate it.

I don’t hide because I feel less, if anything I hide because I feel more. I hide because if I didn’t then I wouldn’t be able to cope with it all. I hide because I feel helpless against the evil in this world. Because there’s nothing I can do about it. I would love to hug the parents and the siblings and let them know that there’s someone out there who cares and understands their situation. That life continues after the tragedy and that there’s hope for a better day. But I can’t. I’m just a pre-nursing college freshman who can’t even afford two semesters of college. When every fiber of my being is screaming “Go! Share the love of God with them!” reality is telling me “No.”

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