I have a few minutes between tasks and I have to give my opinion on an issue that's come up in the past few weeks. Normally I write "reality check" posts about the reality TV I watch. Cause we all know what a reality TV geek I am!
The issue I'm writing about right now, though, is Jessica Simpson's weight. There were pictures all over the web showing her in blue jeans and a black tank top, with two layered belts on, screaming about her weight gain. First of all, it's an unfortunate outfit. But hey, she can wear what she wants if she feels comfortable. Regardless of what I think of her singing or acting , she is a GORGEOUS woman! She's beautiful. As far as her "weight gain", I think she looks great. She looks healthy and lush and I'm sure a lot of people drooled over those photos.
What really bothers me is that 1) this is what the media focuses on? Let's see, economic bailouts right and left to companies using the money for questionable things, new history-making president just sworn in, Superbowl, wars all over the place and this is what the media is focusing on? Oh NOES Jessica gained weight! It doesn't really matter in the grand scheme of things! The second thing that bothers me is that women and girls are hearing and seeing that Jessica Simpson is fat! So every female who looks like her or is bigger is being told "you're fat." Which translates into "you're not attractive, you're not acceptible, you need to change yourself" and that's just wrong on so many levels. Why are beautiful people torn down like that? The third thing, and this really ties into #2, that is annoying about this is that the myth that super skinny is attractive is being perpetuated. So there are boys out there learning "Jessica Simpson is not attractive" and girl learning "If I look like that, I'm not attractive." And that's heart breaking. Because of the criticism of those pictures, another eating disorder was born. Finally, what is annoying about the whole thing is that if she was losing weight, they'd say she was anorexic! So basically, people can't win. There apparently is no happy medium, you're either too fat or too skinny.
What does it matter? Her worth is NOT in her looks or her weight. Her worth is in her heart and her character. That's what people need to hear about and see.
Tuesday, February 03, 2009
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
my path
God is working in my life. I was raised in a Baptist church. I accepted Jesus at the age of 10 and was baptized then. I grew up being a good girl. I never went through a drinking or drugging or horrible behavior crisis. I got good grades. I went to church regularly. I tried to help people. I never assaulted or did anything worse to anyone. My sins weren't the obvious ones. No, my sins were in the gray area. Pride in my grades. More recently prideful attitude at work. And now I don't have that job anymore. Stubborness is a sin. Self loathing is a sin. Self doubt is a sin. Emotionally and mentally beating up on yourself is a sin. Gossip is a sin. Self reliance is a sin when you refuse to rely on God.
I read a Postsecret book last night and thought "I have a lot of things I want to get off my chest. I'm going to send in a postcard." Then I thought "Wait a minute, why not just give those things to God instead?" So I wrote them all out in my journal. Good, bad, philosophical. The bad things I was released from. The good things, I was thankful for. And I decided I was still going to send a message to Postsecret (I think I'm going to submit them in an email - it's a lot!) because what I was burdened with might just help someone else. But I didn't need to give them to Postsecret to unburden myself, I had done that by giving it to God.
God is working in my life. Big changes are in the works and I'm trying to be ready for them. A couple weeks ago, I posted about pipe dreams. I've come to the realization that those dreams may not be what God has intended for me. So along with realizing that I have to let go of the reigns, I may have to give up those dreams, because they may not be what God has planned. But I'm also realizing that what God has planned may be beyond my wildest dreams. I have to trust God. I've seen that s/he definitely is working in my life. I've seen evidence that s/he answers prayers. I have to "let go and let God." It's hard. I'm stubborn, I'm independent. But I'm trying.
I also have been thinking of forgiveness. Not just for recent hurts or betrayals, but all the way back junior high, no, elementary school. Today, I started saying the names of people I carried grudges against or still felt hurt by. My ex. The ex-SIL that gave me so much grief when Allen was overseas. People I used to work with that hurt me. People from high school and junior high that hurt me. People from my old church and from college and my frat. Other ex-boyfriends. Family members. And then... I asked God to bless each and every one of them. It's not worth it to hold the bitterness in my heart. It's too ugly for what I want in my heart. And I don't have room for all of that bitterness and resentment and hate. I have to have room for all the Love I want to give. Love of God, Love of Allen, Love of my family and friends. Love of my future family. I don't want that ugliness to touch them. So I want to let it all go. God will take care of them and if s/he sees fit to punish someone, s/he will. It's not up to me. And it's really not something I need to be carrying anymore. The really funny thing is as I said each name, I actually felt lighter!!!!! It's a beautiful thing.
I read a Postsecret book last night and thought "I have a lot of things I want to get off my chest. I'm going to send in a postcard." Then I thought "Wait a minute, why not just give those things to God instead?" So I wrote them all out in my journal. Good, bad, philosophical. The bad things I was released from. The good things, I was thankful for. And I decided I was still going to send a message to Postsecret (I think I'm going to submit them in an email - it's a lot!) because what I was burdened with might just help someone else. But I didn't need to give them to Postsecret to unburden myself, I had done that by giving it to God.
God is working in my life. Big changes are in the works and I'm trying to be ready for them. A couple weeks ago, I posted about pipe dreams. I've come to the realization that those dreams may not be what God has intended for me. So along with realizing that I have to let go of the reigns, I may have to give up those dreams, because they may not be what God has planned. But I'm also realizing that what God has planned may be beyond my wildest dreams. I have to trust God. I've seen that s/he definitely is working in my life. I've seen evidence that s/he answers prayers. I have to "let go and let God." It's hard. I'm stubborn, I'm independent. But I'm trying.
I also have been thinking of forgiveness. Not just for recent hurts or betrayals, but all the way back junior high, no, elementary school. Today, I started saying the names of people I carried grudges against or still felt hurt by. My ex. The ex-SIL that gave me so much grief when Allen was overseas. People I used to work with that hurt me. People from high school and junior high that hurt me. People from my old church and from college and my frat. Other ex-boyfriends. Family members. And then... I asked God to bless each and every one of them. It's not worth it to hold the bitterness in my heart. It's too ugly for what I want in my heart. And I don't have room for all of that bitterness and resentment and hate. I have to have room for all the Love I want to give. Love of God, Love of Allen, Love of my family and friends. Love of my future family. I don't want that ugliness to touch them. So I want to let it all go. God will take care of them and if s/he sees fit to punish someone, s/he will. It's not up to me. And it's really not something I need to be carrying anymore. The really funny thing is as I said each name, I actually felt lighter!!!!! It's a beautiful thing.
Saturday, February 09, 2008
Pipe Dreams
I have many dreams. I always pictured myself as a rock star. Always. Since I was a child, I've envisioned myself on stage, entertaining. I have a decent voice and I can write pretty good lyrics, but I can't really play an instrument.
I love to write. I have written several short stories lately. And I've been working on a few novels. There are several stories sitting in my head just waiting to be written out. I guess I need to outline them so I don't forget or they don't get tangled into one another. I just worry that what I'm writing isn't good, that it's just a dream that anyone will ever read it and get enjoyment from it.
I picture the house I want to live in. It's two story, made of stone. There's a sort of floating staircase in the room that goes up to the second level, which looks over the living room. The living room is huge, with a sunken area for the couches and a projection screen TV. The screen it projects onto is shaped like a large boat sail. There's several rooms off the living room: the kitchen (equiped with an 8 burner electric range and two ovens as well as a huge island in the middle and a breakfast nook set into a bay window and the laundry room shooting off of that near the garage entrance), a dining room, a work out room, a library with floor to ceiling bookshelves and two chaises to read on and a desk with the computer, a guest bedroom, a full bathroom and a sunroom with banquet window seating and an area for crafts that doubles as a game table and treated windows that you can see out of, but no one can see into. On the second floor, there is a master suite complete with balcony and full bath (with a three person jacuzzi tub) and walk in dressing room, several other bedrooms and bathrooms to go with those, a playroom full of the latest toys that also has four of those big chairs that pull out into single beds and a reading nook at the top of the stairs. I see this house in my head and it sounds a little weird right now, but in my head it's lovely.
I want several vehicles. My dream car is a 1968 dark purple Chevy Camaro. I also want a 4 door Jeep for fun. And a Hybrid for every day driving. I want to get Allen a 1968 Dodge truck, red in color. And of course, we're keeping the Dodge Ram we have now because I love it. So along with the above described house, there's a multi-car garage with storage and a work area for when the cars need attention.
I see all these things in my head. It's what I want. And being in America is all about having dreams. But are these realistic dreams or just pipe dreams? What do I have to do to get these things? Do I have it in me to do it? Should I keep hoping for these things? How do you know when it's time to give up a dream and just let it go? How do you cope when you do have to let a dream go?
I love to write. I have written several short stories lately. And I've been working on a few novels. There are several stories sitting in my head just waiting to be written out. I guess I need to outline them so I don't forget or they don't get tangled into one another. I just worry that what I'm writing isn't good, that it's just a dream that anyone will ever read it and get enjoyment from it.
I picture the house I want to live in. It's two story, made of stone. There's a sort of floating staircase in the room that goes up to the second level, which looks over the living room. The living room is huge, with a sunken area for the couches and a projection screen TV. The screen it projects onto is shaped like a large boat sail. There's several rooms off the living room: the kitchen (equiped with an 8 burner electric range and two ovens as well as a huge island in the middle and a breakfast nook set into a bay window and the laundry room shooting off of that near the garage entrance), a dining room, a work out room, a library with floor to ceiling bookshelves and two chaises to read on and a desk with the computer, a guest bedroom, a full bathroom and a sunroom with banquet window seating and an area for crafts that doubles as a game table and treated windows that you can see out of, but no one can see into. On the second floor, there is a master suite complete with balcony and full bath (with a three person jacuzzi tub) and walk in dressing room, several other bedrooms and bathrooms to go with those, a playroom full of the latest toys that also has four of those big chairs that pull out into single beds and a reading nook at the top of the stairs. I see this house in my head and it sounds a little weird right now, but in my head it's lovely.
I want several vehicles. My dream car is a 1968 dark purple Chevy Camaro. I also want a 4 door Jeep for fun. And a Hybrid for every day driving. I want to get Allen a 1968 Dodge truck, red in color. And of course, we're keeping the Dodge Ram we have now because I love it. So along with the above described house, there's a multi-car garage with storage and a work area for when the cars need attention.
I see all these things in my head. It's what I want. And being in America is all about having dreams. But are these realistic dreams or just pipe dreams? What do I have to do to get these things? Do I have it in me to do it? Should I keep hoping for these things? How do you know when it's time to give up a dream and just let it go? How do you cope when you do have to let a dream go?
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Animal Rescue
Lisa Dowaliby, former Ghost Hunter on SciFi, is an animal rescuer and posted this on her myspace blog. It's amazing and I had to pass this on.
"I found this piece on the craigslist pets section. It sums up the mindset of the people in the animal field, whether it be veterinary, rescue, rehab, or all of the above. You see, we KNOW we can't save them all. But for the ones we can save, what a difference it makes.
Adapted from The Star Thrower by Loren Eiseley
Once upon a time, there was a wise man who used to go to
the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the
beach before he began his work.
One day, as he was walking along the shore, he looked down
the beach and saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He
smiled to himself at the thought of someone who would dance
to the day, and so, he walked faster to catch up.
As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a young
man, and that what he was doing was not dancing at all. The
young man was reaching down to the shore, picking up small
objects, and throwing them into the ocean.
He came closer still and called out "Good morning! May I ask
what it is that you are doing?"
The young man paused, looked up, and replied "Throwing
starfish into the ocean."
"I must ask, then, why are you throwing starfish into the
ocean?" asked the somewhat startled wise man.
To this, the young man replied, "The sun is up and the tide is
going out. If I don't throw them in, they'll die."
Upon hearing this, the wise man commented, "But, young
man, do you not realize that there are miles and miles of beach
and there are starfish all along every mile? You can't possibly
make a difference!"
At this, the young man bent down, picked up yet another
starfish, and threw it into the ocean. As it met the water, he
said, "It made a difference for that one.""
"I found this piece on the craigslist pets section. It sums up the mindset of the people in the animal field, whether it be veterinary, rescue, rehab, or all of the above. You see, we KNOW we can't save them all. But for the ones we can save, what a difference it makes.
Adapted from The Star Thrower by Loren Eiseley
Once upon a time, there was a wise man who used to go to
the ocean to do his writing. He had a habit of walking on the
beach before he began his work.
One day, as he was walking along the shore, he looked down
the beach and saw a human figure moving like a dancer. He
smiled to himself at the thought of someone who would dance
to the day, and so, he walked faster to catch up.
As he got closer, he noticed that the figure was that of a young
man, and that what he was doing was not dancing at all. The
young man was reaching down to the shore, picking up small
objects, and throwing them into the ocean.
He came closer still and called out "Good morning! May I ask
what it is that you are doing?"
The young man paused, looked up, and replied "Throwing
starfish into the ocean."
"I must ask, then, why are you throwing starfish into the
ocean?" asked the somewhat startled wise man.
To this, the young man replied, "The sun is up and the tide is
going out. If I don't throw them in, they'll die."
Upon hearing this, the wise man commented, "But, young
man, do you not realize that there are miles and miles of beach
and there are starfish all along every mile? You can't possibly
make a difference!"
At this, the young man bent down, picked up yet another
starfish, and threw it into the ocean. As it met the water, he
said, "It made a difference for that one.""
The NFL
The NFL disgusts me right now. I find the whole Patriots love-fest sickening. We're supposed to be happy for and congratulate a team of cheaters? Let's not forget that they were caught at the beginning of this year, during their first game, with a video camera on the sidelines of the other team. Not only that, but they were caught in 2006 as well during the Packers game! You'd think that near miss would have scared them straight, but NO, there they were, CHEATING AGAIN! And we're supposed to be all excited that they won all 16 of their games? Well, DUH, that's the point of cheating! It'd be pretty awful if they were cheating and DIDN'T win. That would not only make them cheaters, but it'd make them inept cheaters! I'm tired of hearing about how this team is just the greatest thing since sliced bread. They're CHEATERS. That is what I think when I hear "The Patriots" or "Tom Brady this" or "Tom Brady that." I'm f-in TIRED of hearing about how amazing they are. They CHEATED. They're not amazing, they're no better than used up gum boiling in the sun waiting to get stuck on your shoe.
And don't give me the "Everybody does it" excuse. That doesn't mean it's okay. Everybody speeds, but the highway patrol is still going to give you a ticket if you get caught. Everybody drinks underage, but if you get caught, again, you get a ticket. If we were going to go with the "Oh, everybody does it" defense, then we could just go on and excuse any "juicing" scandals in sports, too. Cause, you know, EVERYBODY DOES IT! I don't care if Lombardi himself was standing on the sidelines with the high 8, it's not right and they do NOT deserve all these accolades. It's a hollow victory.
And don't tell me that they were properly punished, either. That team should have been suspended and kept from the playoffs. They definitely should have been stripped of that first win against the Jets. But Bill Belichick had to pay a fine and the team was fined and they lost a first round draft pick you say. That is a slap on the wrist and we all know it. Belichick spends more on Brylcream than he was fined. The team spends more on laundry detergent than it was fined. Big woop they lost a draft pick. Guess what? They still have a first round draft pick from their trade to San Francisco for Randy Moss (who is being touted as a football genius all of a sudden, but the last time I heard his name before this season was when that Outkast song came on the radio, you know the one I mean). They also have a THIRD round draft pick from another trade. So losing ONE pick didn't hurt them one bit. It's like if Leno loses a car. He has a billion others, he won't miss that one. So where, exactly, was the team hurt in a long term manner? Oh yeah, they weren't. Good going Commish. You really SHOWED them. What's that? You're too busy kissing Tom Brady's impersonable ass? And don't get me started on all of this "great human being" crap people keep babbling on about concerning Brady.
You know who we REALLY need to be celebrating? Brett Favre! That's a football legend. How many records did he break this year? Oh yeah, 3 and counting. Now THERE's a great human being AND a great quarterback. Hands down Favre is THE BEST quarterback in the game. And he didn't have to cheat to get there.
I can't wait for The Patriots to get taken out during the playoffs. It's coming. It's only a matter of time.
And don't give me the "Everybody does it" excuse. That doesn't mean it's okay. Everybody speeds, but the highway patrol is still going to give you a ticket if you get caught. Everybody drinks underage, but if you get caught, again, you get a ticket. If we were going to go with the "Oh, everybody does it" defense, then we could just go on and excuse any "juicing" scandals in sports, too. Cause, you know, EVERYBODY DOES IT! I don't care if Lombardi himself was standing on the sidelines with the high 8, it's not right and they do NOT deserve all these accolades. It's a hollow victory.
And don't tell me that they were properly punished, either. That team should have been suspended and kept from the playoffs. They definitely should have been stripped of that first win against the Jets. But Bill Belichick had to pay a fine and the team was fined and they lost a first round draft pick you say. That is a slap on the wrist and we all know it. Belichick spends more on Brylcream than he was fined. The team spends more on laundry detergent than it was fined. Big woop they lost a draft pick. Guess what? They still have a first round draft pick from their trade to San Francisco for Randy Moss (who is being touted as a football genius all of a sudden, but the last time I heard his name before this season was when that Outkast song came on the radio, you know the one I mean). They also have a THIRD round draft pick from another trade. So losing ONE pick didn't hurt them one bit. It's like if Leno loses a car. He has a billion others, he won't miss that one. So where, exactly, was the team hurt in a long term manner? Oh yeah, they weren't. Good going Commish. You really SHOWED them. What's that? You're too busy kissing Tom Brady's impersonable ass? And don't get me started on all of this "great human being" crap people keep babbling on about concerning Brady.
You know who we REALLY need to be celebrating? Brett Favre! That's a football legend. How many records did he break this year? Oh yeah, 3 and counting. Now THERE's a great human being AND a great quarterback. Hands down Favre is THE BEST quarterback in the game. And he didn't have to cheat to get there.
I can't wait for The Patriots to get taken out during the playoffs. It's coming. It's only a matter of time.
Friday, July 28, 2006
first post
here's me blog. the THIRD one i own. i can usually be found on livejournal as sunneyone. i also have a myspace.
so i don't know how much i'll actually be posting on HERE. lol.
so i don't know how much i'll actually be posting on HERE. lol.
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