It has been a long time since the last time I blogged. So long that I feel I should write several blog entries just to update. I will do a very condensed version of the last several years and eventually go back and write more detail.
At the time that I last posted I believe I was working at a daycare center which was connected to a nursing home. I continued to work there for two and a half years. I was a good teacher. I also stepped up and acted as Director when the director was hospitalized.
I began dating a man named Kyle Sykes during the time I worked there. I fell head over heals in love with him. He was an answer to many years of prayer and waiting. Kyle was everything that all the other guys I had dated weren't. Kyle completed me and showed me what a Godly man was like. It was towards the end of working at the daycare that Kyle and I became engaged to be married.
I accepted a job with the State of Tennessee. Working for the Department of Children's Services. At first I was a Family Support Service/Family Crisis Intervention and Prevention (FSS/FCIP) worker. I worked with families who had children who were very close to coming into state custody to prevent this from happening. It felt good to help a family and make a difference. Then changed to place in the structuring of DCS and a new model was rolled out. FSS/FCIP was done away with and the workers were rolled over to Child Protective Services workers. I have to say that this was honestly the worst job I have ever had. I could go into a lot of details about things I saw, experienced, bosses and incompetence in the department, but at this time I don't feel like going into all that.
I married Kyle on November 8, 2008. We married at Auburntown Church of Christ. It was a small country church. The wedding was beautiful. We spent our wedding night in Chattanooga at a beautiful hotel. The next day we drove on to Edisto Island South Carolina. This is a small, undeveloped part of South Carolina. We had a house on the sound. We got to watch spectacular sunsets every night, take long private walks on the beach and see Dolphins play in the sound. It was the off season so many times we were alone at restaurants and on the beach.
I continued to work at DCS. Sometime around February 2010 I had a miscarriage. It was the hardest thing in the world I had ever gone through. I stayed out off work for 4 days. I had to go get my blood drawn several times during all this to make sure my hormone levels were going down appropriately. For some reason I decided to go back to work on that Friday. I cried off and on all day. Then, because Ulcerative Colitis, like other Autoimmune Diseases flares up due to hormone changed and I had gone off my medicine to get pregnant, my colon decided to flare. That day, before I left work at 4:30 I went to the bathroom. I thought whatever was coming out of me was going to be ugly, but I never imagined that it would be a massive amount of bright red blood from my colon. I told no one. I went back to my desk, packed up and went home. It happened again after I got home. I called the G.I. doctor on call and through tears, told him what I was going through and what had happened that week. He put me on a large amount of Prednisone and instructed me to contact my own G.I. on Monday.
Just a couple of months later I found out I was pregnant again. I didn't mention before that I first spotted with my first pregnancy while working an on call case. As soon as I found out I was pregnant I went into protection mode. I was not willing to do anything that was going to jeopardize this pregnancy. I knew that DCS did not cause my miscarriage, but I strongly feel to this day that it had a lot to do with it. I put in my two week notice. I would be added to Kyle's insurance through his work. We knew money would be very tight, but I had to take care of my baby. Those last two weeks I spent in fear of something happening. It was such a relief to get away from that place.
I ended up having a very hard pregnancy. I had a bad flareup of my colitis at the beginning of my second trimester. I weighed 112 pounds when I got pregnant, lost to 103 pounds when I had a flare up and weighed 111 when the baby was born. I have had kidney stones for many years and passed between 12 and 16 while I was pregnant. I had false contractions starting at 24 weeks. On December 19'th I was 34 weeks. I had not been feeling well. I had been having a lot of pressure low down on my side. Kyle was wrapping Christmas presents in the kitchen and I was lying on the couch. I sat up and felt a pop and a gush and all of a sudden I was sitting in fluid. I told Kyle I thought my water had broken. That was a little before 10 p.m. We went straight to the hospital. Even though my water had broken I wasn't dilated any so I was given pitossin. Early in the morning I got my epidural and they increased my Pitossin. Maggie Elizabeth Sykes was born at 7:29 a.m. She weighed 4 pounds 7 ounces. We had her with us for three days. We did not get to take her home because her temperature dropped. She had also been having problems staying awake to take in enough milk. On December 24'th they moved Maggie to the NICU. This was very hard. It was so hard not having her at home, but we went to the hospital often. Maggie was able to come home on December 31 and is now a busy, loving, 15 month old miracle, who weighs 24 pounds.
I can't believe the way my life has changed since those first blog posts. I am now a wife, mother, child, stay at home mom, and still a child of God. I plan to write more detailed updates and other posts as I have time.
Tuesday, April 03, 2012
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Something I Would Have Never Expected
I wish I was posting more often than I am. It just seems like I alternate between being at work, feeling lonely and keeping my nephew. That and my precious time with God is what my life consists of now.
I long for someone to share things with. I long for someone to love me. I also long for someone to love.
Yesterday was a strange day. Someone who is my age and I always considered to have it all together, called me. She has a good job, great husband a 2 1/2 year old and a 5 month old. Not to mention a nice house. She met her husband at a Christian college. She called and asked me if I could watch her kids. She said she wasn't living at home right now and that she and her husband needed to get together and talk. I knew if the husband was at home with the kids and she was the one sleeping in a hotel, then she must have done something. I suspected what had happened but didn't figure it all out until last night. How can someone who has such a great family and such a great relationship with God, be unfaithful to her husband?
I've seen so many families destroyed by affairs. I think Satan looks for any weak area he can to bring down Christians. If he sees the potential for an affair he jumps at the chance. That is something that we as Christians believe is a just cause for Divorce.
In this case my friends husband is prooving what an awesome guy he is. He is determined to work this out and have her come back home. He is working on forgiveness. If I was in his situation, I'm not sure if I could ever fully trust my spouse again.
If anyone still reads my blog, please pray for my friends. Pray that they will come out of this with a stronger marriage than ever. Pray for this to not affect the children.
I long for someone to share things with. I long for someone to love me. I also long for someone to love.
Yesterday was a strange day. Someone who is my age and I always considered to have it all together, called me. She has a good job, great husband a 2 1/2 year old and a 5 month old. Not to mention a nice house. She met her husband at a Christian college. She called and asked me if I could watch her kids. She said she wasn't living at home right now and that she and her husband needed to get together and talk. I knew if the husband was at home with the kids and she was the one sleeping in a hotel, then she must have done something. I suspected what had happened but didn't figure it all out until last night. How can someone who has such a great family and such a great relationship with God, be unfaithful to her husband?
I've seen so many families destroyed by affairs. I think Satan looks for any weak area he can to bring down Christians. If he sees the potential for an affair he jumps at the chance. That is something that we as Christians believe is a just cause for Divorce.
In this case my friends husband is prooving what an awesome guy he is. He is determined to work this out and have her come back home. He is working on forgiveness. If I was in his situation, I'm not sure if I could ever fully trust my spouse again.
If anyone still reads my blog, please pray for my friends. Pray that they will come out of this with a stronger marriage than ever. Pray for this to not affect the children.
Saturday, September 03, 2005
Confusion
I've been thinking about what to write for over a week now. If I wrote everything I was feeling, it would be all complaining and whining. I'll try to go easy on the complaining, but I need to get some stuff off of my chest.
My job is not totally what I expected. I know that being a preschool teacher is hard work. I expected that. I never expected to have a director who was, well, basically a dictator.
It gives me a new appreciation for the Director I had when I worked in a preschool before. She lovingly guides her employees and is there to help them. She is not there to put them down, make them feel like they are bad people, or discourage them. She is there to encourage. She does not dictate how everything is to be done. She let's teachers be individuals with their own styles. There is a clear definition of who the teachers are. They do not change every other week as they do in team teaching. They are expected to love the children, and prepare them for school. Not try to revert back to acting like a child and being forced to participate in child activities. I feel that a teacher's job is to observe the children and provide them with a safe environment in which to learn, and allow them to learn from each other. I do think that a teacher's job is to teach, but that is through instruction. I do not believe in putting restrictions on the way children are allowed to learn. I believe in not only preparing a child for kindergarten, but sending them on to school with a love and a passion for learning. I believe in teaching to a child's potential, and challenging children who need to be challenged, not teaching them the bare basic's that they need to get by. A director should be loved by the children. She should never yell at a child. A child should not feel inimidated by a director and should not be afraid to go talk to them. A director should also never pit employees against each other. And a director should not show favortism.
These are just a few of my observations from my first few weeks of teaching.
My job is not totally what I expected. I know that being a preschool teacher is hard work. I expected that. I never expected to have a director who was, well, basically a dictator.
It gives me a new appreciation for the Director I had when I worked in a preschool before. She lovingly guides her employees and is there to help them. She is not there to put them down, make them feel like they are bad people, or discourage them. She is there to encourage. She does not dictate how everything is to be done. She let's teachers be individuals with their own styles. There is a clear definition of who the teachers are. They do not change every other week as they do in team teaching. They are expected to love the children, and prepare them for school. Not try to revert back to acting like a child and being forced to participate in child activities. I feel that a teacher's job is to observe the children and provide them with a safe environment in which to learn, and allow them to learn from each other. I do think that a teacher's job is to teach, but that is through instruction. I do not believe in putting restrictions on the way children are allowed to learn. I believe in not only preparing a child for kindergarten, but sending them on to school with a love and a passion for learning. I believe in teaching to a child's potential, and challenging children who need to be challenged, not teaching them the bare basic's that they need to get by. A director should be loved by the children. She should never yell at a child. A child should not feel inimidated by a director and should not be afraid to go talk to them. A director should also never pit employees against each other. And a director should not show favortism.
These are just a few of my observations from my first few weeks of teaching.
Monday, August 08, 2005
Long Time
It's been a long time since I have updated. I'm working from 10 a.m. until 6 p.m. now and things have been crazy.
I like my job, I love being around the Elderly people, and I love the children I work with. I am not very fond of my supervisor. But I guess there is always going to be something I don't like, no matter where I work.
I had an adventure this past Saturday. I was home alone this weekend, it started storming. I was starting to worry a little since I don't like storms, when the lights went out. Seconds after that, I saw this huge flash right outside my living room window. I heard a pop and a sizzle noise and then this big boom and my house shook. Sometime in this middle of this, I got up off the couch and the next thing I remember I was laying spread eagle on my living room floor. Then I realized that I smelled a burning smell. Kind of like a hot electrical kind of smell. So, I immediatly thought that my house was on fire. I called 911. Less than two minutes later I heard sirens. Four fire trucks and the Fire Chiefs SUV came. I was a little confused when they started to stop in front of my house, but pulled on in front of my neighbors. I was scared to be in my house, but it was hailing and lightning so bad that I was scared to be outside. I was standing on the threshold between my front door and the front porch. I noticed that the fireman weren't getting out of the one truck I could see. I finally yelled at them, then they realized they had been sent to the wrong house. Anyway, by then I couldn't smell anything anymore. They went all through my house, checked everything anf couldn't find anything. However, they said that by what I described and what I smelled that it must have either struck my house or right nearby. The Chief said that God must have been with me. Basically we don't know where it hit or why my house didn't burn. The firemen were awesome and very concerned. They also helped me calm down.
Today my neighbor came over. I told him about what happened and about the firemen going to his house first (he wasn't home). He said that his tv and vcr got ruined. He also said he was glad I had called the Fire Department because it must have hit around his house also or gotten both of ours at the same time or something. He said his house could have been on fire also, and he wouldn't have been home to know it.
I don't know how to thank God enough for sparing my house and my neighbors house.
About two hours after it happened, after the adrenalin wore off, I realized that my left knee really, really hurt. I looked and found out that it was turning purple. Apparently when I hit the floor I landed on my left knee first. I also have a small scrape on my right elbow that I didn't notice. My knee is bothering me quite a bit, but I think it's just bruised. I still don't know why I fell. I know that when I got up my heart was beating harder than it ever has and I was trembling all over. I don't know if I got a little bit of a shock or what. I don't remember falling I just remember being in the floor and getting back up.
Well, I'm up later than usual ( I got to bed really early now). I'll try not to go so long between updates this time.
I like my job, I love being around the Elderly people, and I love the children I work with. I am not very fond of my supervisor. But I guess there is always going to be something I don't like, no matter where I work.
I had an adventure this past Saturday. I was home alone this weekend, it started storming. I was starting to worry a little since I don't like storms, when the lights went out. Seconds after that, I saw this huge flash right outside my living room window. I heard a pop and a sizzle noise and then this big boom and my house shook. Sometime in this middle of this, I got up off the couch and the next thing I remember I was laying spread eagle on my living room floor. Then I realized that I smelled a burning smell. Kind of like a hot electrical kind of smell. So, I immediatly thought that my house was on fire. I called 911. Less than two minutes later I heard sirens. Four fire trucks and the Fire Chiefs SUV came. I was a little confused when they started to stop in front of my house, but pulled on in front of my neighbors. I was scared to be in my house, but it was hailing and lightning so bad that I was scared to be outside. I was standing on the threshold between my front door and the front porch. I noticed that the fireman weren't getting out of the one truck I could see. I finally yelled at them, then they realized they had been sent to the wrong house. Anyway, by then I couldn't smell anything anymore. They went all through my house, checked everything anf couldn't find anything. However, they said that by what I described and what I smelled that it must have either struck my house or right nearby. The Chief said that God must have been with me. Basically we don't know where it hit or why my house didn't burn. The firemen were awesome and very concerned. They also helped me calm down.
Today my neighbor came over. I told him about what happened and about the firemen going to his house first (he wasn't home). He said that his tv and vcr got ruined. He also said he was glad I had called the Fire Department because it must have hit around his house also or gotten both of ours at the same time or something. He said his house could have been on fire also, and he wouldn't have been home to know it.
I don't know how to thank God enough for sparing my house and my neighbors house.
About two hours after it happened, after the adrenalin wore off, I realized that my left knee really, really hurt. I looked and found out that it was turning purple. Apparently when I hit the floor I landed on my left knee first. I also have a small scrape on my right elbow that I didn't notice. My knee is bothering me quite a bit, but I think it's just bruised. I still don't know why I fell. I know that when I got up my heart was beating harder than it ever has and I was trembling all over. I don't know if I got a little bit of a shock or what. I don't remember falling I just remember being in the floor and getting back up.
Well, I'm up later than usual ( I got to bed really early now). I'll try not to go so long between updates this time.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Exhaustion
Working full time is wearing me out. I know I'll get used to it though. I've also got to get used to never getting anything done during the week. Currently I leave my house about 7:20 to get across town and to work by 8:00. So far it has taken 20 or 25 minutes. During the day it takes at least 30. I think that in the morning I am going the opposite way of a lot of people. I have a feeling that my commute time will increase once MTSU starts back. I get off at 4:00, and get home around 4:30. Once things get up and running at work, I may have to go in at 7 a.m. or as early as 6 a.m. I really hope the 6:00 thing doesn't happen much. I also will have to work some Saturdays. Which will give me a 6 day workweek. Oh well, those hours would be overtime.
I went for my drug test yesterday. I was being paid for the time I spent at the clinic. Anyway, I have never had a drug test before. I thought it would be like when you get tested for a UTI and you only have to pee a little, wrong! You have to pee quite a bit. Anyway, I go back there, am shown to the bathroom, notice the blue water in the toilet, am puzzled by it, then realize it's so you can't dilute your pee. Of course, I only peed about a half or less of the required amount. By law when this happens, they throw out your pee and you must start all over. I have a real problem with that. I think they should just add to it until you have enough. I'm sure that there is a reason for that though. So, then I am shown cups and a water cooler. Over a period of an hour or so, I consumed 8 glasses of freezing cold water. I sat out in the waiting room and shivered while waiting for my water to "move through." My water took it's time. Various workers kept asking if I was ready yet? Several people came and did drug tests, they got it right the first time and left. I was still sitting there. Finally after about an hour and a half (and being the only patient left) I decide to give it a try. Well, this time I peed over twice as much as needed. I carried my collection cup out to the tech. and triumphantly said "look, I did it!" I think I was more excited about filling my pee cup then I was about getting my job. Now I must cross my fingers and hope none of my presciption meds make it test positive. This can be fixed by putting them in contact with your doctor, but still, I hope it doesn't.
I'll leave you with a conversation I had with a resident today: M = Me, R = Resident
I went for my drug test yesterday. I was being paid for the time I spent at the clinic. Anyway, I have never had a drug test before. I thought it would be like when you get tested for a UTI and you only have to pee a little, wrong! You have to pee quite a bit. Anyway, I go back there, am shown to the bathroom, notice the blue water in the toilet, am puzzled by it, then realize it's so you can't dilute your pee. Of course, I only peed about a half or less of the required amount. By law when this happens, they throw out your pee and you must start all over. I have a real problem with that. I think they should just add to it until you have enough. I'm sure that there is a reason for that though. So, then I am shown cups and a water cooler. Over a period of an hour or so, I consumed 8 glasses of freezing cold water. I sat out in the waiting room and shivered while waiting for my water to "move through." My water took it's time. Various workers kept asking if I was ready yet? Several people came and did drug tests, they got it right the first time and left. I was still sitting there. Finally after about an hour and a half (and being the only patient left) I decide to give it a try. Well, this time I peed over twice as much as needed. I carried my collection cup out to the tech. and triumphantly said "look, I did it!" I think I was more excited about filling my pee cup then I was about getting my job. Now I must cross my fingers and hope none of my presciption meds make it test positive. This can be fixed by putting them in contact with your doctor, but still, I hope it doesn't.
I'll leave you with a conversation I had with a resident today: M = Me, R = Resident
M - "How are you today?"
R - "I'm mighty fine." "Hey I know you!" "Did you know I'm almost 86 years old?"
M - "I met you yesterday." "Thats Great!"
R - "watch what I can do" (he proceeds to stand up)
"I don't need no walker or cane, I can walk all by myself and I'm almost 86!"
"Do you think you'll be able to do that when your my age?"
M -" Your doing great for almost 86 " "I just hope I live to be your age"
R- (lays down on couch)
M - "you fixing to go to sleep?"
R- "I don't sleep, I just rest, I'm almost 86, I just rest"
M - "Do you sleep at night?"
R- "Yes, last night I was up five times"
M- "Did you have to use the bathroom?"
R- "no, I just needed to walk the hall. I was looking for some good lookin Women. They was all asleep though."
M - "I'm sorry"
R - "Hey, did you know that I'm almost 86 and I know 3,000 songs." "bet you don't know that many."
M- "Wow that's a lot of songs, well I need to get going." (Fearful that he will begin singing all 3,000 songs. I was later told he would!)
R- "See you later"
M - "You have a good day!"
R - "I'm mighty fine." "Hey I know you!" "Did you know I'm almost 86 years old?"
M - "I met you yesterday." "Thats Great!"
R - "watch what I can do" (he proceeds to stand up)
"I don't need no walker or cane, I can walk all by myself and I'm almost 86!"
"Do you think you'll be able to do that when your my age?"
M -" Your doing great for almost 86 " "I just hope I live to be your age"
R- (lays down on couch)
M - "you fixing to go to sleep?"
R- "I don't sleep, I just rest, I'm almost 86, I just rest"
M - "Do you sleep at night?"
R- "Yes, last night I was up five times"
M- "Did you have to use the bathroom?"
R- "no, I just needed to walk the hall. I was looking for some good lookin Women. They was all asleep though."
M - "I'm sorry"
R - "Hey, did you know that I'm almost 86 and I know 3,000 songs." "bet you don't know that many."
M- "Wow that's a lot of songs, well I need to get going." (Fearful that he will begin singing all 3,000 songs. I was later told he would!)
R- "See you later"
M - "You have a good day!"
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
God's peace
There is a man, Jeremy, at my church who I greatly admire. Jeremy has made a lot of mistakes in his life. Mostly drugs and alcohol. Jeremy is a husband and a father of 2 or 3 kids (not sure how many). On Monday (July 11'th) Jeremy begins serving a 4-10 month sentence in Jail. He is a very brave and sincere person. He also has a great love for the Lord.
Jeremy and his family began coming to Stones River 3 or 4 months ago. He plays drums in our praise band. He stood up tonight and gave on of the best testimonies I have ever heard. He said that he knew what he had done was wrong. He also said he would not go back and change it if he could because then he wouldn't be where he is today. He said his family has never been happier. He also said that he was raised Baptist and people ask him why he swiched denominations. His reply to this is "I didn't switch denominations. We all love the same God and that's what matters."
Jeremy went on to say that out of all the Church's they could have gone to, they chose Stones River. They chose Stones River because of the members love for each other and because they are not judgemental and are accepting. He said he felt a lot better about leaving knowing that we are taking care of his family.
The thing that was so awesome was that Jeremy could have kept fighting his sentence. He told his Lawyer that he was willing to take whatever the judge gave him because it was God's will. He feels he is going on a mission trip of sorts. That God must want him in Jail for a reason. That there must be someone or some people who God needs him to minister to while in jail. He is at peace with his sentence because of God.
There were some tears shed tonight, and we gathered around Jeremy and his family and prayed for them. I plan to write to Jeremy while he is in jail. I plan to tell him what a brave person I think he is. Most of all I plan to tell him what an inspiration his faith in God is to me. If I was in his situation I don't know that I could view it the same way he does. Obviously, that is a part of my needing to learn to better trust God.
Jeremy and his family began coming to Stones River 3 or 4 months ago. He plays drums in our praise band. He stood up tonight and gave on of the best testimonies I have ever heard. He said that he knew what he had done was wrong. He also said he would not go back and change it if he could because then he wouldn't be where he is today. He said his family has never been happier. He also said that he was raised Baptist and people ask him why he swiched denominations. His reply to this is "I didn't switch denominations. We all love the same God and that's what matters."
Jeremy went on to say that out of all the Church's they could have gone to, they chose Stones River. They chose Stones River because of the members love for each other and because they are not judgemental and are accepting. He said he felt a lot better about leaving knowing that we are taking care of his family.
The thing that was so awesome was that Jeremy could have kept fighting his sentence. He told his Lawyer that he was willing to take whatever the judge gave him because it was God's will. He feels he is going on a mission trip of sorts. That God must want him in Jail for a reason. That there must be someone or some people who God needs him to minister to while in jail. He is at peace with his sentence because of God.
There were some tears shed tonight, and we gathered around Jeremy and his family and prayed for them. I plan to write to Jeremy while he is in jail. I plan to tell him what a brave person I think he is. Most of all I plan to tell him what an inspiration his faith in God is to me. If I was in his situation I don't know that I could view it the same way he does. Obviously, that is a part of my needing to learn to better trust God.
Father,
Please be with Jeremy and his family over the next few months. Help Jeremy to be strong and to remember you are with him. Be with other's who are in jail with Jeremy. Help them to see you in him and to want to learn more about you. Thank you for helping Jeremy to straighten out his life.
Give Jeremy's wife strength while he is away. Help things to go smoothly for her. Please let Stones River be able to take care of her and her children while Jeremy is away. Be with Jeremy's children. It's going to be hard having their Daddy gone. They may not all understand why he is gone, but let them look back on this one day and realize what a great person their dad was during this time in his life. Help them realize that his Love for you allowed him to face up to his sins and do his time.
I ask these things in your son's name,
Amen
Please be with Jeremy and his family over the next few months. Help Jeremy to be strong and to remember you are with him. Be with other's who are in jail with Jeremy. Help them to see you in him and to want to learn more about you. Thank you for helping Jeremy to straighten out his life.
Give Jeremy's wife strength while he is away. Help things to go smoothly for her. Please let Stones River be able to take care of her and her children while Jeremy is away. Be with Jeremy's children. It's going to be hard having their Daddy gone. They may not all understand why he is gone, but let them look back on this one day and realize what a great person their dad was during this time in his life. Help them realize that his Love for you allowed him to face up to his sins and do his time.
I ask these things in your son's name,
Amen
Sunday, July 03, 2005
What I look for in a guy
I went to lunch with some people after church today. During lunch the conversation somehow turned to me being asked what I look for in a guy. The only reply I had at the time was "I'm picky." Which is true. I have to be picky, I am a Christian Woman. Whoever I date must respect me and respect God enough not to push things physically further than we should go. I've also said before that I look for a guy who is "real." My definition of that is someone who acts the same at Church as they do at home. Not someone who acts like a Christian at Church and then goes home and is someone completly different.
In my last post I stated, "I know exactly what I don't want in a guy, and I know that he must be a Christian. I know a lot of people don't feel this is important, but I want someone who is a member of the Church of Christ and has similar beliefs to mine about worship."
Also, in another post I said this, "Someone who admits he's not perfect, but strives to be a good man. Someone that respects me and makes me feel good about myself. Most importantly, I 'm looking for someone who loves Christ."
I'm sure that I've talked about dating and my desire to find the right man in other posts, those two are just a couple of examples."
Physically I like a wide range of guys, of course, I think being attracted to someone physically is an important part of a relationship. If you find them repulsvive, you're not going to be very happy. I like guys who smell good (not like they bathed in cologne, but clean, like they know what soap is). I like guys who take care of themselves (excercise - sp?, take showers,etc...) Oh, and wearing deodarent is a must.
So, hopefully that answers that question.
My family is gone until Saturday. I feel like such a looser cause all I have to do is keep my nephew and work on the August Bicycle ride. I really need to get a life.
I went shopping yesterday and got a couple of pairs of scrubs for work. Scrubs are expensive. The place I went was supposed to be an outlet. I don't think they were much, if any, cheaper though. In a month or two I'm going to need new shoes. I've been wearing the same pair of New Balance's for about 3 years now. They are starting to get worn out, even though I don't wear them that often. That will have to wait until I have the money for them.
Today is my little sister's birthday. She's celebrating tonight at the beach with my parents. She's 11 now. Seems like only yesterday that I was holding her for the first time. I fed her in the hospital when she was eight hours old. She was such a sweet baby. Now she is a sweet girl, almost young woman. She is so smart. I hope she keeps learning and knows that there is nothing she can't do. I pray for her purity, as she get's older and starts experiencing more of life. I also hope that she always loves God. I know that as she get's older, she is going to wonder more and more about her birth mother (she is adopted). She hasn't asked about it in a while, but I know she thinks about it some. I wish my parent's would go ahead and tell her. She know's she is adopted and I am so scared of her finding out about her birth mother from someone else. A lot of people know, especially people at my parent's church. I can't even imagine how much it would hurt for her to find out on accident. We are supposed to wait and tell her when she asks. I just don't want to wait until she's a teenager and is looking for reason's to be mad at my parents and she's all hormonal and stuff.
The other day I experienced a hurt, that I think all parent's experience at one time or another (but I'm not a parent). My little sister got mad at me and my mom because we wouldn't let her wear these old shorts and shirt to church Wednesday night. I heard her tell my mom "I hate you and I hate Sarah, you are both mean." Then she went to her room and I guess pouted. I believe I uttered "I hate you" a couple of times when I was growing up. I never realized, that even though you know they don't mean it, it still makes your heartache to hear that come out of what was once such a sweet and pure mouth. Oh, what I have to look forward to over the next few years!
In my last post I stated, "I know exactly what I don't want in a guy, and I know that he must be a Christian. I know a lot of people don't feel this is important, but I want someone who is a member of the Church of Christ and has similar beliefs to mine about worship."
Also, in another post I said this, "Someone who admits he's not perfect, but strives to be a good man. Someone that respects me and makes me feel good about myself. Most importantly, I 'm looking for someone who loves Christ."
I'm sure that I've talked about dating and my desire to find the right man in other posts, those two are just a couple of examples."
Physically I like a wide range of guys, of course, I think being attracted to someone physically is an important part of a relationship. If you find them repulsvive, you're not going to be very happy. I like guys who smell good (not like they bathed in cologne, but clean, like they know what soap is). I like guys who take care of themselves (excercise - sp?, take showers,etc...) Oh, and wearing deodarent is a must.
So, hopefully that answers that question.
My family is gone until Saturday. I feel like such a looser cause all I have to do is keep my nephew and work on the August Bicycle ride. I really need to get a life.
I went shopping yesterday and got a couple of pairs of scrubs for work. Scrubs are expensive. The place I went was supposed to be an outlet. I don't think they were much, if any, cheaper though. In a month or two I'm going to need new shoes. I've been wearing the same pair of New Balance's for about 3 years now. They are starting to get worn out, even though I don't wear them that often. That will have to wait until I have the money for them.
Today is my little sister's birthday. She's celebrating tonight at the beach with my parents. She's 11 now. Seems like only yesterday that I was holding her for the first time. I fed her in the hospital when she was eight hours old. She was such a sweet baby. Now she is a sweet girl, almost young woman. She is so smart. I hope she keeps learning and knows that there is nothing she can't do. I pray for her purity, as she get's older and starts experiencing more of life. I also hope that she always loves God. I know that as she get's older, she is going to wonder more and more about her birth mother (she is adopted). She hasn't asked about it in a while, but I know she thinks about it some. I wish my parent's would go ahead and tell her. She know's she is adopted and I am so scared of her finding out about her birth mother from someone else. A lot of people know, especially people at my parent's church. I can't even imagine how much it would hurt for her to find out on accident. We are supposed to wait and tell her when she asks. I just don't want to wait until she's a teenager and is looking for reason's to be mad at my parents and she's all hormonal and stuff.
The other day I experienced a hurt, that I think all parent's experience at one time or another (but I'm not a parent). My little sister got mad at me and my mom because we wouldn't let her wear these old shorts and shirt to church Wednesday night. I heard her tell my mom "I hate you and I hate Sarah, you are both mean." Then she went to her room and I guess pouted. I believe I uttered "I hate you" a couple of times when I was growing up. I never realized, that even though you know they don't mean it, it still makes your heartache to hear that come out of what was once such a sweet and pure mouth. Oh, what I have to look forward to over the next few years!
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