10 Things I Really Don’t Like (not in order)
(Sorry this is pretty much complaining, but sometimes it feels good to voice it [or write it])
1) Being COLD! Such as during…wintertime. I would love love love to live somewhere that is nice all year round (coughFloridacough). I also don’t like cold showers, even if I’m burning up.
2) Acid Reflux. Why can’t my lower esophageal sphincter close when it’s supposed to?! It is so annoying because I have to eat every couple hours or my stomach/esophagus will burn. That means planning things around food schedules or having food with you. I am not happy when I’m trying to get to sleep and it takes a while, but then I have to get up and eat because of the burning. I also have to avoid or limit many foods such as chocolate, coffee, caffeine, fried foods, citrus fruits…or just eating a lot at one time. Or lying down certain ways, like on my stomach. God please help me when I’m pregnant someday.
3) Saying goodbye. Goodbyes are way too sad and emotional. I cry too easily. Personally I would rather skip them and just run away before they happen. I don’t know why you say goodbye, I say hello. =)
4) Throwing up. EWWW! I would rather have the regular flu for a week than the “stomach flu” one night. I think I have a slight fear of it. Please don’t throw up around me. How am I possibly going to be an elementary teacher? Always grant their requests to go to the nurse? Probably, haha.
5) Alarm clocks. They are evil because they wake me up from my precious sleep. I cannot wake up to a song or I will always relate the song to waking up.
6) Heartache. One of the worst feelings in the world. I totally agree with someone who said they would rather get their arm cut off than feel heartache. It steals life from me.
7) Less than 8 hours of sleep. If number 5 *see above* goes off before those 8 hours are in, I hate them even more. Most of the time 7 hours feels like only 4 hours and I can’t function.
8) Cancer. It’s one of those things where you really have no idea until you are in the position or VERY close. It makes people suffer more than should be humanly possible.
9) Deadlines. Okay I know life is full of them (bills, projects at work, school, etc) & it seems impossible to function without them, but they are stressful. Especially school papers, tests, projects, etc. So much pressure!
10) Scary movies, EEK! Why would you want to be scared?! I just don’t understand. They are very unpleasant.
I have spent numerous hours with many different kids after babysitting for about 8 years now. As many people know, kids can say or do the cutest (or sometimes most shocking) things. A few stories I don’t want to forget…
Back in October my Grandma was in the hospital after breaking her hip, and my mom, my cousin & her kids, and I went to visit her. Somehow we got on the topic of Jesus and my little 4 year old [boy] cousin Christian said to her (his Great-Grandma), “Jesus is in your hip!!”
It was so sweet.
I used to babysit this little boy [Sam] every Friday night, from the time he was a baby until he was about 4 or 5 years old. We became really close after I watched him grow up and saw him every week. I wish I would of written down stories or things he used to say. I hardly remember specific things anymore. I know I would have looked back and enjoyed the memories. I do remember our movie was “Finding Nemo”; we watched it every time!! Eventually “How The Grinch Stole Christmas” replaced that (yes even after Christmas). The thing we would ALWAYS play is trains. He had these little wooden train tracks that we put together (always a different design). One absolutely adorable story I remember is one night I was trying to teach him the “Mockingbird” lullaby after reading it in a book. He memorized the whole thing (I’m guessing he was about 3 years old). It was so precious when he sang it. I can still remember that memory.
“Hush little baby, don’t say a word. Momma’s gonna buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird won’t sing, Momma’s gonna buy you a diamond ring…..”
I get to babysit him this Saturday for the first time in probably a year or longer. He’s all grown up now! (Okay well kindergarden seems grown up to me).
There’s nothing like a first kiss.
Today holds a special memory from 3 years ago. First kiss (did I mention amazing?) with a cute boy named Ryan. You may think it’s funny to remember such a date, but I think dates & numbers hold significance. I believe God works with them. There are several important numbers in the Bible that mean certain things (ex: 12 is the number of completion, which is why 6 (x3) is evil because it’s half of that). There’s also the book of Numbers. I bet some of those numbers hold significance we don’t even know about. Anyway…
I think it’s really cool that today also marks the day of my parents’ first date. Ironic? Maybe.
1. If I just THINK about things that give me the goosebumps, which is a long list (chalkboards, sandpaper, ceramics, etc), I get them. If I think about eating a sour food, I ‘pucker up’ like I really am.
2. I’m really terrified of getting a needle poked into my veins (for blood work, IV’s, etc). The last time I had it done I was too young to remember. Once again, just the thought of it makes me want to pass out.
3. I have a habit of/love chewing ice but I’d like to stop to save my teeth.
4. I often remember my dreams, which are vivid.
5. I am extremely “directionally challenged.” I’ll get lost anywhere.
6. I usually eat cereal & soy milk two times a day (morning & night). I love it!!
7. I hate hate throwing up or anyone else throwing up.
8. I need cuddling & hugs like I need water & air.
9. Mexican food is my favorite.
10. My tongue gets burnt easily from hot food or liquid. So I have to wait for things to cool off a bit.
This is a random post about a short story that happened about 2-3 years ago. I just thought it’d be fun to write down.
I began attending youth group at the First Church of God during the fall of 2005.
I believe at this point I had been going for at least several months, maybe longer. I can’t remember when it was exactly. One Wednesday night I was getting ready to go to youth group and I decided to pray by myself beforehand. I went into my room, shut the door, and prayed about the night ahead of me. That was the first time I had ever done that specifically and strangely enough I remember that short moment with God quite clearly.
That night at youth group, just like every week, someone read a verse from the Bible. Just a random verse that someone would choose I suppose.
Guess what the Scripture was that night?
“But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.” Matthew 6:6 (NIV)
I knew that was not a coincidence. I still love thinking about this simple, yet powerful “God story.”