Friday, August 31, 2007
Well, I thought I should add a post about yesterday's "The Difference Between Boys and Girls". I was talking to one of my coworkers today and she let me know that one of her female clients definitely slid down the banister this week. So, there goes that theory!
Posted by Teresa at 4:43:00 PM
Thursday, August 30, 2007
So, I've been having some very interesting dreams lately. I've always had random dreams, but I'm having two a night that I wake up and think, "what is that supposed to mean." Last night one of my dreams was about church. I dreamed that I was in a service with a friend and we were both taking notes. In the middle of the sermon, she missed writing down something Pastor Ritch said, and shouted out "Could you repeat that?" It made him lose track of what he was preaching and he never finished his sermon. Then I attended a second service and decided I wanted a Dr. Pepper while at church. I brought the can in but hadn't opened it yet. I went to set it down and the side was punctured and Dr. Pepper started spewing everywhere (for those of you who haven't heard yet, this actually happened to me at work earlier this week, which is why it probably ended up in my dream). So, I quickly had to cover the hole and get up in the middle of the sermon and take care of my mess! Anybody know anything about dream interpretation?
Posted by Teresa at 9:20:00 PM
So, in my line of work, I am able to spend ample time observing the differences between boys and girls of many ages. Here is one of the things I have learned. Boys ages 8-12 are incapable of walking down a set of stairs. Now, as a woman, I approach a flight of stairs and think, "Stairs. I should be careful so I don't fall down them. I maybe should hold onto the railing." My male clients, however, see a set of stairs (whether there are 3 stairs of 13 stairs) and think, "Stairs, I wonder if I can jump down them without breaking my neck. Or maybe I should try to slide down the railing." Every time this happens I see disaster lying at the bottom with lots of blood. In theh boys' defense, this has never actually happened. I want them to be able to express themselves and be boys, so I normally am able to compromise with them by letting them jump down half a flight of stairs, or the stairs with carpet but not the concrete stairs. But if all else fails, I usually say, "What do you think your mother would say if I called her and told her she needs to meet me at the emergency room because you have busted your head open. I don't think she will be too happy." To which they normally jump anyway. Sigh. Oh, and for further knowledge on the subject, NONE of my 8-12 year old girls have ever expressed any desire or interest in jumping down the stairs! They walk like perfect little angels holding onto the rail until they are safely at the bottom (okay, maybe slight exaggeration there).
Posted by Teresa at 6:25:00 PM
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Does anyone remember playing the game MASH as a kid? When I was in high school, we would consume ourselves playing that game over and over until we got just the combination we wanted. I believe at one point in time I was supposed to live in a mansion, drive a Camero, have 3 kids, and marry Zach B., or Chris S., or ... I can remember taking it as a "sign" that it wasn't meant to be if my crush at the time got crossed off first! Or do you remember twisting the apple stem until it broke off. Each turn represented a letter in the alphabet, and whatever letter the stem broke off on would be the first letter of the guy you would marry? How many of us "cheated" in that game (especially if the guy you liked was at the end of the alphabet because we all know the stem normally broke off in the first few letters if done correctly!!!)? What's the point of all this...I'm not really sure. Just one of my random, late night thoughts : ).
Posted by Teresa at 11:41:00 PM
Monday, August 27, 2007
So, I was sitting on the couch on Friday (my first mistake), minding my own business reading a book. My stepmom was sitting next to me and Daynah was lingering close by. Apparently, no one cared that I was reading a book, because they kept including me in the conversation as if I was sitting there doing nothing. I was sitting with my feet propped on the couch. My stepmom was sitting with her feet propped on the coffee table. Daynah, as only a 13 year old little sister could do, began crawling under Amy's legs toward me. Unbenownst to me, Amy reached over and pushed my leg so that I would kick Daynah in the head! But little did she know that Daynah was going to turn her head at that exact moment, so that my big toe ended up square in her eye! Later, as the story was getting told to my dad, it got shortened to "Teresa kicked Daynah in the eye."Notice that there was no mention of Amy's part in the story! As if I was in complete control of my actions and had willingly plotted to stick my toe in her eye! In the words of Stephanie Tanner, "HOW RUDE!"
Posted by Teresa at 11:12:00 PM
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Today I had lunch with two friends. Two of us are single, the other married. As we began to explore our new friendships, we learned that marriage was not what our married friend had in mind (not that she doesn't want to be married!). This friend is younger than I am and was not planning on being married for many years still. I couldn't help but ponder the lesson this friend inadvertantly reminded me of (its a lesson that I guess God has decided I need to learn over and over or maybe one I just haven't quite learned yet). It is easy to be content when all seems to be going according to what we want in life. It is much harder when things, such as marriage, seem elusive. I have wanted to be married for around six years now. If life had gone according to my plan, I would have been married with a couple of kids by now. God has a better plan, one that is infinitely better than anything I could even imagine. As I look at my lesson for the day, and the weight I have borne because of it, I realize that tomorrow I can wake up in the face of another glorious day and choose contentment because I am a child of an Almighty God that can only have the best plan in mind for me!
Posted by Teresa at 9:48:00 PM