A Thinking Woman

Monday was, of course, Cinco De Mayo. Our family celebrates this with Mexican food (yummy!) and pinatas (sorry, I don’t know how to put the tilde on) filled with candy. We also play Mexican music and just have a great time.

This year we had a friend and his daughter over to celebrate with us. After they left, we all played outside in the backyard while daddy enjoyed a cigar. Emmie (2yrs) came to him with a yellow piece of candy and asked him to open it, so he did. Then he asked her, “Does it taste like lemon?” She said, “Yes.” A few minutes later Emmie came back to Josh and pointed at his cigar and asked, “Does it taste like lemon?”  

Two days ago, seven years ago, Josh asked me to be his girlfriend. We had been friends for about 9 months. That Sunday morning, he came to my church with me and then came to my family’s house for the afternoon. He asked my dad if he could talk with him. I’m sure my dad knew what was up because he said, “Let’s take a drive.”

They were gone for over an hour, and when they came back my dad came in and asked my mom, “Deb, where’s my shotgun?”  I laughed, because that’s just my dad’s sort of humor. I knew things had gone well.  Josh came into the kitchen where I was washing dishes and officially asked me to be his girlfriend.  Of course I said yes =)

A Different Kind of Drug Problem

This is great!

Hi Friends,

I found out that our newest little one is a boy. So, Isaiah Calvin it is! Healthy, with all his finger and toes, he is still due Sept 9th, which is not soon enough.  But time really has been flying, I’m already halfway there, but it seems like yesterday I was announcing that we were expecting. The Lord’s timing is perfect, so we’ll see what happens!

I can’t believe I forgot to post about my hubby’s bday last week! I feel so bad. So, I want you all to know that my dear, sweet hubby turned 21 (hee hee) last monday

But I feel like he gave me the birthday present.  He lost 75 lbs over the past 6 months or so. He is healthier than I’ve ever known him to be.  It’s wonderful to not have to struggle with worrying about his health.  I am so proud of him!

He’s the most wonderful hubby I could ever imagine having, and he just keeps getting better.  I love you Josh!

On Saturday, I spent over an hour trying to download a birthday picture of our newly 1 year old Owen Isaac. For the life of me I can’t fugure it out.  So, I’ll just tell you all. He’s the cutest 1 year old in the world! He has a big adorable grin with one big dimple on his left cheek and four little chipmunk teeth peeking out from his little lips.  His big blue eyes smile as big as his mouth does. He has straight blonde hair (not sure how it’s blonde with hubby and I both having dark hair) but you can’t see it in the picture because it’s covered with a Chuck E Cheese birthday crown that says ”It’s Party Time!”  

Happy Birthday Owie!!!

This is a website that interviewed 1600 professing Christian guys about what does, or doesn’t cause them to stumble in their striving to remain pure.  I thought it was very interesting. Much of it is common sense, of course miniskirts with fishnet stalkings are going to make a guy stumble.  Other things were not so obvious, at least not to me.  Kinda makes me want to start wearing Burkas (not really).

At bedtime tonight, I sent the boys to go use the potty.  Aaron went to the kids bathroom, Gabe went into the master bathroom.  I was on the phone with hubby when I  saw Emmie wander into the bathroom where Gabe was as he was finishing.  So, wanting to protect her innocence, I went to stop her. Gabe was already re-dressed and Emmie was pulling her diaper off in front of the potty trying  to pee like brother—standing up! I almost died laughing. I got off the phone so I could help her potty the “girl way”.

Gabe then wanders into the bathroom while Emmie is sitting on the potty.  I told him, “Gabe you need to leave because Emmie is going potty.” Gabe said, “She’s not going potty, she doesn’t even have a p*n*s.” Of course, how could she possibly go potty without one of those =) 

***This post is recycled from my old blog***

A little about why I chose “A thinking Woman” for my blog title.

I think there is a widespread epidemic in our country. It is the disease of mindlessness. This disease is a cancer and it eats away at the brain until the mass of mush is no longer able to perform its function. And from what I observe, this disease targets the minds of women more than men. The reason for this is that we women tend to “think with our hearts”. Men use the God given thinking organ to do the thinking. We use our “feeling” organ to do our thinking. Thus, all the woman jokes. And to tell you the truth, I am tempted to laugh along with the men.  I am not excluding myself from the temptation to feel my way through life, decisions, etc, however, I think it’s time that we women turn our brains on and use them the way God intended.

Instead of mindlessly following our husbands, pastors, ideals of feminism, or the group of girls headed to mall to get their nails done and who can’t make a trip to the bathroom by themselves, why don’t we think for ourselves? Don’t get me wrong, when it comes to our husbands and pastors, there is a level of submission and following we must do. But it is not mindless following. It is calculated. We choose our husbands based upon our beliefs, not theirs. “I do not follow my beliefs because of my husband, I follow my husband because of my beliefs.” Although, now that I am married, I follow my husband because it is right to do so.  We choose which church we want to become members of therefore, which elders we want to submit to, based upon our beliefs. Of course if you are married, your husband chooses your church, hopefully but not necessarily, with your counsel.

We must open our minds and think. Do you know how we do that? We open our Bibles and read. We yearn for knowledge. We pray that God give us thoughts according to wisdom and coherence.

Have you ever thought about the implications and consequences of your beliefs? Every belief has an implication. Every thought has a consequence. Here’s an example. I like syllogisms, so bear with me here.

Premis A: God loves everyone and has a wonderful plan for their lives.
Premis B: Judas Iscariot was included in “everyone”, because he was human.
Conclusion: Judas thwarted God’s wonderful plan for his life, therefore Judas was more powerful than God.

Of course any self-proclaiming Christian would object at the conclusion. As do I. Do you know why we object? Because Premis A is a false premis. If you sart with a false premis you end up at a false conclusion.

Homework for the week Think about your beliefs. Do they end up with false conclusions? Or do they end up at God’s Word, which is the only standard by which we can safely measure our beliefs.

We had a rough (for me) but exciting (for the kids) morning.  Aaron, Emmie and Owen and I were playing in the back yard.  I had my attention on Owen, helping him try to stand up. I looked over at Aaron and he had something in his hand. It was a syringe. I yell at Aaron to throw it down and he obeys.  I am praising the Lord that the cap was on the needle. 

I took all the kids inside and washed Aaron’s hands up really well.  Then I went back out and using ziplock bags (so I didn’t have to touch it) I put the syringe in a bag.  I called hubby, crying from anger that someone would throw a syringe over our fence. Nevermind that we have small children who pick up anything that looks interesting, and two little ones who still put things in their mouths.   

I called poison control, then made an appointment to take Aaron in to the pediatrician tomorrow afternoon. I’m hoping to get some blood tests done to make sure he hasn’t contracted anything scary. I’m not sure if he opened the syringe and poked himself, but he has a mark on his palm that could be from a needle prick.  But then, he was playing with some wood chips that could just as easily have made a prick mark like that. We’ll see. I’m not overly worried and am praising God for the peace He’s given me.  

I also called the police and had an officer come out to the house to get the syringe.  I was hoping they could fingerprint it and see if they could track down the person responsible for it being in our yard.  But the officer said they reserve fingerprinting for things like murder and burglary.  I then asked if he could send it to a lab and see if there are any diseases present that Aaron could have been exposed to.  He said he would, and took my information so I could be contacted if anything shows up.  He did comfort me in telling me that with hepatitis and HIV, the viruses die soon after coming in contact with air,  even in a matter of hours.  

Aaron was excited that a real policeman came to our house. He spent a while trying to explain to the policeman about how cool his (Aaron’s) boots are.  He was also very fascinated with the officer’s gun.  He told the officer, “The police will throw you in jail if you drive too fast!” Aaron also told him all about the “bad guy syringe” he found.  The officer talked to Aaron about the importance of not touching syringes and that he should instead tell mommy or daddy if he ever finds one again.

It’s been an emotionally charged few weeks for me, but today was the kicker.  I am so ready for a nice peaceful day.