Monday, February 25, 2013

Healing Your Heart and the Bachelor


My friend Abby comes over every Monday night and we watch the Bachelor.  We call it Trash Monday because basically that's what it is.  It's our guilty pleasure.  And I know the whole premise of the show is absurd...25 of one sex on one of the other.  It's weird and unnatural.  

Tonight took an unexpected turn and became a little serious for me.  Sean (bachelor) has narrowed the field to three: AshLee, Catherine and Lindsay....each a little dippier than the next.  Each with a sad story:  AshLee was supposedly abandoned as a child and then adopted, married at 17 and then divorced shortly after.  Her preacher adoptive father signed off on that, btw.  Catherine's father isn't in the picture and suffers from depression.  Lindsay's dad is in the military and had to go to war when she was in high school.  Daddy issue after daddy issue....

They all say varied versions of whiney "Oooooooh Muyyyyyyyyy Gooooooodddddddds" and "Youuuuure soooooo cuuuuuuuutes."

During this show, Sean has said several times how he needs a woman to need him and wants to be a protector.

For some reason, this makes me think of that scene in How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days when Matthew McConaughey's character wants the opposite of that.  Ha!

Anyway, long story short, Sean takes AshLee into a dark water cave because she's basically a control freak and he wants her to, "let go and latch on to him for protection."  I immediately resented him for saying this.  Another reoccurring theme from Sean.  And since when is weakness attractive?  And btw, who wouldn't be freaked out by that dark water cave???

What's even worse is after they are out of the cave and all gooey on a blanket and in love again, it cuts to a monologue of AshLee saying he's her soul mate and he's "absolutely healed her heart."  

Pathetic.  I have to stop watching this show!

Are there really this many girls out there who have this "syndrome?"  I'm not saying let's all get our bras and go burn them, but I am saying, let's get a grip on our lives and take charge of what is going on in them.  There's no rule that says you can't be strong and independent and in a healthy relationship.  It's not either/or one or the other.  You can be strong and independent AND have a healthy relationship.  I do not understand why Sean and other men do not understand that.

As a woman who has suffered a heartbreak of her own, I know first hand that the only, only, ONLY person who can heal your heart is you and God.  

I feel sad for AshLee because, well, he put her through all that cave nonsense and then gave her the boot.  So, for example, she decided he "healed" her heart and then he broke it.

You cannot rely on anyone else for your own happiness because if you do, odds are, you will never be happy.  They will always let you down and they will resent you for putting them in that position.  I'm not saying, it's not ok to be happy with someone.  Of course you should be happy with people!  I'm saying don't rely 100% on others for your own happiness.  It's a burden on them and honestly, who wants that responsibility.  For example, I love to make Mark happy but if I was his one and only source of happiness, we'd both be miserable because I would fail.  And vice versa.  

And finally, if someone feeds you the line, "You make me want to be a better man."  Run.  Run fast and run hard in the opposite direction.  If that actually is the case, then they will be that person and there would be no need to verbalize it.  If someone says this to you, it's because they are feeling guilty about something they have done and they are trying to overcompensate for it to you and reassure themselves.  

Above all else, guard your heart for it is the wellspring of life.  Proverbs 4:23

So what are your thoughts?  Am I right or wrong?

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

Valentine's Day Cards - FREE Printables

I had a lot of Valentine's Day card ideas this year.  What I did not have a lot of was time.  So here are the ones I did get finished.  Hope you enjoy and Happy [early] Valentine's Day!  I LOVE Valentine's Day!!!

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Happy Birthday, Jeremy

Happy birthday to my brother-in-law!
I think before you agreed to this video you said, "Don't show this to anyone."  But I can't keep all the awesomeness to myself and since this was awhile ago, the terms of that verbal agreement have expired.  Also, it's possible no one will read this.  So, happy birthday.  We would be impressed with you even if you couldn't make a knot in a rope with no hands.

And I love the cheering section at the end!

Monday, February 11, 2013

Monday Excitement

That title may have just misled you.  This is, in fact, a narrative about my Monday and you may not find it exciting.

This morning I got up kind of late but made up for it by getting ready super fast.  The sweater I wanted to wear keeps coming undone at the seams.  Faulty construction.  Generally I sew it up by hand but then I had the brilliant idea to use my sewing machine....while wearing it.  Genius!  It worked at first but then the sewing machine kind of ate my sweater so I just kind of shimmied out of it while it kind of strangled me and then left it in the machine while I frantically looked for something else to wear.  Also according to the giant burn on my leg, I need to stop trying to do things to clothes while they are on my body (i.e. iron or sew).  But then in all the chaos of getting out of the sweater I was convinced Jovie ate a straight pin because she was acting weird.  After I poked and prodded her a substantial amout of time, I believe she was just actually sleepy because she went to bed and did not want to come back out.  Fine, Jovie!

When I got to work, I went straight to the wash room because, well, that new dinnerware wasn't going to wash itself.  This actually proved to be fun because the massive new washer can wash, rinse and dry trays of dishes in under a minute.  At least I think so.  I didn't actually time it but it was fast.  What a dream!  Then I lined them all up perfectly on the wrack and they are beautiful and shining.  I really wanted to take a photo to show you but there is a window in the wash room door and there were people having a review in the kitchen and I didn't want them to see me and think, "Awe, look at that poor girl taking a picture of washed dishes.  She must live a sad life."  But really I actually did enjoy this part of the day.  Not like I want to make a career out of it but I could see going in there to blow off steam.  Ha!  Steam.  Get it?

THEN I had to go get sandwiches for people.  But that was not so bad because I ran into my former boss and got to talk to him.  He's an inspiration and I miss my friends in that office.  While driving to get lunch and back to the office I noticed there was an increasing number police cars and highway patrols EVERYWHERE.  They even had stops set up in the street.  Turns out two inmates had escaped but the dumber of the two (or the smarter?) had be captured not long after the escape but the other was still on the loose and apparently armed.  I think he should get double the punishment for inconveniencing everyone.  I mean, I am washing dishes and earning an honest wage and he gets to go gallivanting around town like an armed debutant?  I do not think so.

I decided it was time for a Coca-Cola Classic but my stash in the giant walk-in cooler has been disappearing so I just grabbed an 8-pack that was probably expired out of a closet and and half carried/half swung it back to my office, only to open one and have it spew all.  over.  my.  desk.  And also the floor and my clothes.  Desperately trying to remain calm as I tried to clean it up the huge puddle of cola with the most nonabsorbent paper towels known to man while still looking super cool since people were outside my office talking.  Yet, as I'm struggling all over my office, they never noticed.  I could have laid down and rolled around in it and they wouldn't have noticed.  Ha!  Finally I just closed the door and devoured my sandwich like an orphan with a biscuit.

The rest of the day was boring.  The End.

Tomorrow involves carrying dishes and setting up a formal dining room.  Cannot wait to see how this turns out.