Yay for his being home! It feels so good to fall asleep with him next to me.
I came home from work today, and he had made me two sandwiches and a Caesar salad. I sat down to eat and he poured my juice for me. He’s the one who’s been gone on a training mission for two weeks, yet I am being served. How freaking awesome is that? I married up.
We are leaving in about an hour to go watch the Titans practice at their training camp. I need to check to see who is on the autograph list so that I can determine if I need to bring something signable. Since it’s right down the road, we might just walk, and I don’t want to carry anything extra if I don’t have to. If you felt this heat index, you’d understand.
I cannot find Frank or Bender. This disturbs me to no end.
update: Bender is back!
My husband will be home tomorrow! I absolutely cannot wait. LoHaKaSfH. Mmhmm.
The first week of work was good. I’m now a co-chair of the differentiating instruction committee, so I’ve been skimming through workshops and watching some tapes. I think we might present in January, but possibly as soon as November. LB is the other chair, which is the coolness. I think it will all turn out well.
I also found out today that we’re going to an all-color yearbook! This is big, big news in that arena, and I think it will be a huge motivator for the staff.
Counting down…
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Tomorrow is my birthday. Going to stay with my grandmother and eat some German chocolate cake and see the Bucket. Good times will be had; however, by now I don’t have to tell you why I’m also sad about my b-day. He promises something special when he gets back.
I also have to work tomorrow. The hubby said a long time ago that he would send me flowers to work since he couldn’t be here with me, but I’m not sure that he’ll remember. It’s not a knock on him; he’s just in Arkansas and training for 12 and 13 hours a day, and it’s easy to forget that kind of stuff when all you want to do is sleep when you’re not working. I’m fairly certain I’ll get to talk to him, and that’s more than good enough for me.
One of the things that sucks about his being gone is that I think about what we might be doing at this moment if he were here. I can see him on the computer perusing a forum of sort, and I’d probably be lying on the floor next to the coffee table watching the My Fair Brady season finale (because I am a hardcore Vh1 junkie). I have a craving for some coffee, but since I have to work tomorrow and we would have been out and about earlier today, we would skip the Starbucks and he would grind some Java City roast that he bought with his excess Plus dollars last semester. We’d be talking about my going back to work tomorrow and what the schedule was looking like. We’d look through the list of Titans that were giving autographs next week and decide which days we wanted to go (they’re at the Peay for training camp this year). I’d probably ask him to take a nice, hot bubble bath with me, and he’d do it even though he doesn’t like baths, because he loves me enough to realize that I’m saying goodbye to my summer, to our summer, and that it’s not really about the bath at all.
Him doing his thing, me doing mine, interacting in little bits here and there.
It doesn’t sound like much, but these are the things I love about my life. It’s also why tonight makes me sad. I’m watching the finale by myself, I’m terrible at making coffee and don’t even want to attempt it, and the bubble bath sounds like too much effort if it’s going to be a solo endeavor. I emailed him the list of Titans. He probably won’t even be able to check it before he gets back, but it was worth a shot. Emails provide the illusion of talking to him. He’ll call soon, but it’s always over far too soon.
On a positive note, the Geico commercial with Little Richard makes me laugh.
My husband is going up in a helicopter, AGAIN, tomorrow morning to take aerial shots of some stupid training mission. He was in one a couple of days ago, and I was disconcerted when he told me about that event after the fact. To tell me ahead of time that he’s going again is just unwise.
This is why I said I would not marry into the military. I’m not sound enough to deal with this. Yes, I understand that the likelihood of anything happening to that helicopter is slim, but that tiny sliver of doubt is still there. I’ve seen too many news clips and 60 Minutes specials. He’s supposed to be a journalist in the Army Reserve. Journalists do not need to be zooming around in choppers. Journalists sit at desks and write stories, right? Right?
So until I get his text saying that the mission was a success, I will be on edge, pissed off that the Army is so damn stupid and even more pissed that there’s nothing anyone can do about it. My anger will be a cover for my fear, which is really the reason my insides are churning. I need him to come home to me.
I want this to all go over smoothly so everyone can laugh at me and joke about how ridiculous I was being over the whole situation. You’re so hypersensitive; you were being such a nutcase; I told you so. ‘I told you so’ sounds like perfection.
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“I like your Christ, I do not like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ.” -Mohandas Gandhi
Unfortunately, I quite often feel that way myself.
The in-laws are in town. I think my relationship with them is pretty good, which makes life a lot nicer than having extra family members you can’t stand (been there; done that). They invited me to this function tomorrow, but I’m still hesitating on whether or not I should go. I don’t do well around random people. Hell, I often times don’t do well around people I know. So there you go.
Work on Monday. I guess I’m ready to go back. I don’t have anything else to do. The kids aren’t back in class until the 4th, so I have mental prep time.
No one will answer, but I will ask anyhow: what do you think of “The Effect of the Classroom Environment on the Learning Experience” (rough title) for my EDUC 5000 research topic? I was trying to find a way to incorporate my concentration (technology), but I just don’t see it happening in a way that will maintain my interest for that many pages.
Nothing like being alone the last Saturday of your summer vacay. Someone hang the streamers.
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…because he is so much better at explaining things than any person I have ever met in real life. Mere Christianity is one of the best books I have ever read, and it played a large role in my willingness to accept Christ (because believe me, this was no easy thing to do, nor, in some respects, was it something I wanted to do… it is hard to come to terms with the idea that it isn’t going to be about you anymore; however, I was seeing truth revealed daily, and in that, God showed me that his plan for me was far better than anything I could muster).
“All that we call human history–money, poverty, ambition, war, prostitution, classes, empires, slavery–[is] the long terrible story of man trying to find something other than God which will make him happy.” -Mere Christianity
“If a thing is free to be good it is also free to be bad…Why, then, did God give them free will? Because free will, though it makes evil possible, is also the only thing that makes possible any love or goodness or joy worth having. A world of creatures that worked like machines would hardly be worth creating.” -Mere Christianity
“You can easily find some stupid and unsatisfactory Christian and say, ‘So there’s your boasted new man! Give me the old kind.’ But…you will know in your heart that this is only evading the issue. What can you ever really know of other people’s souls–of their temptations, their opportunities, their struggle? One soul in the whole creation you do know; and it is the only one whose fate is placed in your hands.” -Mere Christianity
“You must ask for God’s help. Even when you have done so, it may seem to you for a long time that no help, or less help than you need, is being given. Never mind. After each failure, ask forgiveness, pick yourself up, and try again. Very often what God first helps us towards is not the virtue itself but just this power of always trying again.” -Mere Christianity
“Now that I am a Christian I do have moods in which the whole thing looks very improbable; but when I was an atheist I had moods in which Christianity looked terribly probable. This rebellion of your moods against your real self is going to come anyway. That is why Faith is such a necessary virtue: unless you teach your moods “where they get off,” you can never be either a sound Christian or even a sound atheist, but just a creature dithering to and fro, with its beliefs really dependent on the weather and the state of its digestion.” -Mere Christianity
and what I was trying to say a few posts ago:
“I am trying here to prevent anyone saying the really foolish thing that people often say about him: I’m ready to accept Jesus as a great moral teacher, but I don’t accept his claim to be God. That is the one thing we must not say. A man who was merely a man and said the sort of things Jesus said would not be a great moral teacher. He would either be a lunatic — on the level with the man who says he is a poached egg — or else he would be the Devil of Hell. You must make your choice. Either this man was, and is, the Son of God, or else a madman or something worse. You can shut him up for a fool, you can spit at him and kill him as a demon, or you can fall at his feet and call him Lord and God, but let us not come with any patronising nonsense about his being a great human teacher. He has not left that open to us. He did not intend to.” -Mere Christianity
I would recommend this book to anyone who wanted to seriously consider the relevancy/reality of Christianity. In fact, go read Chapter 1 right now. It’s not long, and you’ll get the idea. He doesn’t even throw God into the mix when he sets up his argument. I’ve found that people whose minds are truly open will at least give it a shot. People who are content with their disbelief would rather not rock the boat of complacency (because it will). C.S., I should note, only provides a logical foundation — reading this book will not help you come to know God, but it will help you begin to want to. Logic was a huge piece of the puzzle I had been missing all my life, so when I found it (and it made sense!), I was ready to take the next step. I’ve done lots of stumbling along the way, but I pick myself up and try again, which is, indeed, one of the first things God has helped me toward. I have a track record of being a quitter.
Not this time.
“C.S. Lewis is the ideal persuader for the half-convinced, for the good man who would like to be a Christian but finds his intellect getting in the way.” -Anthony Burgess, New York Times Book Review
