I washed my dresses the other day. Set the water temp to cold, selected delicate cycle, took my dresses off the hangers, (I hang them up dirty so no one else washes them for me) and put them in the basin. Then I added detergent. Tide febreze sport.
I woke up Saturday morning. Felt skinny, so I got on the scale. I was down again. Which I’ve been working hard, but I still am always excited when the scale moves. Ran 8 miles. Went to a birthday party and ate extra salad and pork loin to avoid rolls, cake, cookies and pie. Then was a little miffed that I didn’t bring any of the half the cake that was leftover home with me.
Sheila went on vacation for 7 days. I wanted to respect her family time, so I purposely didn’t text her. Or so I thought. I looked at my phone. I left her alone for one whole day of her vacation.
I’m meeting Sheila to run at 5:00 a.m. Normally a 35 degree drop in temperature requires a wardrobe change. Do I need my cold weather tights? It’s going to be 70 degrees.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
I use my words
Proverbs 15:1 A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.
I use a lot of words. I talk a lot, text a lot, e-mail a lot, and even talk on the phone. Additionally, I use lots of words, right here on this blog. I have some rules for these words.
I try to keep it positive. I try not to put anyone down, and if I do single out actions, I try to keep it at a level no one knows it's about them. Except about the orange sundress story, and that was intentional.
There is a blog that has some very hurtful words about me. I asked the author to remove them, but she said she wouldn't because it was part of "her story". I don't visit this blog, but occasionally a well meaning individual will ask me if I know it's out there. I do. This happened last week, it was brought to my attention again. And it just reiterated to me that words hurt. The person who pointed it out to me and the words themself. When someone is hateful and hurtful to you on something as public as a blog, you never know who all has read it. Some of my friends, some of my family, and in this case, I know some people enjoyed it.
I was thinking about how to deal with harsh words. Hurtful words, any words that make you angry or upset. And I went to a meeting today and had to deal with some hurtful words. And it wasn't said in anger. Just words that cut into me pretty deep. So I just answered the questions kindly, directly and picked a seat in the conference room far away.
There are days I would love to tear apart everyone who has hurt me. Publically on my blog, or on their facebook page or even through a personal text, phone call or letter. But I'm pretty sure it would only make me feel worse. Because the verse above says a gentle answer turns away wrath. I don't want wrath in my life. I want love and mercy and gentleness.
And I come to realize that as much as these public words about me hurt, that maybe anyone that reads them will see that I'm less to be pitied than the author. (I'm not mentioned by name, so googling won't help). I realized that just like I'm so careful what I say because it could hurt someone, if I say something harmful, it could also hurt me. Current and future friendships and relationships. What if someone I really love reads something and says, I can't believe she said that? What if I hurt someone they love?
And before you all think I worry to much about what others think of me, when it comes to words, Jesus had this to say in Matthew 12:36, "But I tell you that men will have to give account on the day of judgment for every careless word they have spoken."
I want there to be as few as possible careless, hurtful words from me that I have to account for on the day of judgment.
I will continue to use my words, and occasionally rant and rave. And think really hard about my responsibility to the lady about the orange sundress.
Let me leave with positive, uplifting words...
Proverbs 18:21 Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits.
Ephesians 4:29 Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear.
Psalm 19:14 Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, O Lord, my rock and my redeemer.
Proverbs 25:11 A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in a setting of silver.
I use a lot of words. I talk a lot, text a lot, e-mail a lot, and even talk on the phone. Additionally, I use lots of words, right here on this blog. I have some rules for these words.
I try to keep it positive. I try not to put anyone down, and if I do single out actions, I try to keep it at a level no one knows it's about them. Except about the orange sundress story, and that was intentional.
There is a blog that has some very hurtful words about me. I asked the author to remove them, but she said she wouldn't because it was part of "her story". I don't visit this blog, but occasionally a well meaning individual will ask me if I know it's out there. I do. This happened last week, it was brought to my attention again. And it just reiterated to me that words hurt. The person who pointed it out to me and the words themself. When someone is hateful and hurtful to you on something as public as a blog, you never know who all has read it. Some of my friends, some of my family, and in this case, I know some people enjoyed it.
I was thinking about how to deal with harsh words. Hurtful words, any words that make you angry or upset. And I went to a meeting today and had to deal with some hurtful words. And it wasn't said in anger. Just words that cut into me pretty deep. So I just answered the questions kindly, directly and picked a seat in the conference room far away.
There are days I would love to tear apart everyone who has hurt me. Publically on my blog, or on their facebook page or even through a personal text, phone call or letter. But I'm pretty sure it would only make me feel worse. Because the verse above says a gentle answer turns away wrath. I don't want wrath in my life. I want love and mercy and gentleness.
And I come to realize that as much as these public words about me hurt, that maybe anyone that reads them will see that I'm less to be pitied than the author. (I'm not mentioned by name, so googling won't help). I realized that just like I'm so careful what I say because it could hurt someone, if I say something harmful, it could also hurt me. Current and future friendships and relationships. What if someone I really love reads something and says, I can't believe she said that? What if I hurt someone they love?
And before you all think I worry to much about what others think of me, when it comes to words, Jesus had this to say in Matthew 12:36, "But I tell you that men will have to give account on the day of judgment for every careless word they have spoken."
I want there to be as few as possible careless, hurtful words from me that I have to account for on the day of judgment.
I will continue to use my words, and occasionally rant and rave. And think really hard about my responsibility to the lady about the orange sundress.
Let me leave with positive, uplifting words...
Proverbs 18:21 Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits.
Ephesians 4:29 Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear.
Psalm 19:14 Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, O Lord, my rock and my redeemer.
Proverbs 25:11 A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold in a setting of silver.
Sunday, August 7, 2011
In My Corner
Birthday party for Whitney and Brandon. Fifteen years of joint parties. I got to fix dessert. Pumpkin pie for Brandon, cake balls for Whitney, sugar cookies as a go away for Jeff, and horse birthday cake for soon to be niece in law who is an equestrian. 
The birthday duo
Ran with Steve Thursday night. First run together since Christmas break. I have missed this/him.
I was talking to Steve Saturday night. Remember when I said about ten days ago there would be less tears? Well, other than Friday, there has been less. But Saturday I asked Steve if he knew what today is. (Men hate that question.) He said no, and I told him it's the first day in over 4 months that I haven't cried. And he looked at me and said "don't start now".
I miss Nate. Already. The empty room at the back of the house needs something (besides deep cleaning). The party Saturday night had a hole that needed Nate. My car has too much gas. My refrigerator has too many leftovers. And he's only been gone two days.
Enrolled Whitney for sophomore year of high school. Why is it so stinking expensive?
The birthday duo
Ran with Steve Thursday night. First run together since Christmas break. I have missed this/him.
I was talking to Steve Saturday night. Remember when I said about ten days ago there would be less tears? Well, other than Friday, there has been less. But Saturday I asked Steve if he knew what today is. (Men hate that question.) He said no, and I told him it's the first day in over 4 months that I haven't cried. And he looked at me and said "don't start now".
I miss Nate. Already. The empty room at the back of the house needs something (besides deep cleaning). The party Saturday night had a hole that needed Nate. My car has too much gas. My refrigerator has too many leftovers. And he's only been gone two days.
Enrolled Whitney for sophomore year of high school. Why is it so stinking expensive?
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Snack Time
Friday night Whitney asked me to take her to Claire's house to spend the night. Which I was happy to do. Claire comes from a great family. You have seen pictures of her on here if you've been reading for the last 6 months or so.
As we left the house, Whitney was carrying a snack. (Again, please don't judge my parenting. She's the fifth child, I'm tired.)
As I pulled away from Claire's house I laughed. I have been dropping off and picking up Nate at this house for four years. Even two weeks ago, I picked Nate up there because he rode over there with Eric, who then left to go to his girlfriend Hilary's house and Nate stayed with Hannah. He needed a ride home, so I went after him. Claire is Hannah's little sister. Nate left for college yesterday, and last night I was still driving to his girlfriends house. Which is okay, because the Tristschler's are a good family. Three more years of running back and forth down 45th street.
As we left the house, Whitney was carrying a snack. (Again, please don't judge my parenting. She's the fifth child, I'm tired.)
As I pulled away from Claire's house I laughed. I have been dropping off and picking up Nate at this house for four years. Even two weeks ago, I picked Nate up there because he rode over there with Eric, who then left to go to his girlfriend Hilary's house and Nate stayed with Hannah. He needed a ride home, so I went after him. Claire is Hannah's little sister. Nate left for college yesterday, and last night I was still driving to his girlfriends house. Which is okay, because the Tristschler's are a good family. Three more years of running back and forth down 45th street.
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