Monday, February 18, 2008

This explains so much...

Many people have asked me why Jeremy never smiles in pictures.

I have often wondered this myself. Why doesn't he smile? Is he unhappy? Is he trying to be serious? Does he think he is too cool to smile?

Well, now I know.

I pressured him into smiling for a picture, and this is what I got:

The poor fellow just can't smile for pictures. It requires too much of him. So, in the future, expect to see tight-lipped Jeremy giving his "I'm a manly man" look. Trust's better.

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

Stupid Tuesday

Okay, so I'm just going to say it...

Hillary Clinton and John McCain? Are people serious? Is this some big, practical joke that the world is trying to play on us? Is Osama Bin Laden rigging the polls?

Hillary Clinton and John McCain?

I feel like I've been transported in a time warp and put back into 1993. We've been talking about Hillary Clinton and John McCain for over ten years now. These people are similar to terrible recurring characters on shows like "Law and Order" that always wreak havoc when they come around.

Oh, Hillary....I read a bumper sticker that said, "Monica Lewinsky's ex-boyfriend's wife for president." Really. Have people thought about that? THAT is who people are voting for. She has already had her eight years in office.

And don't even get me started on McCain. He fought in WWI with the Doughboys and was trading stocks on the floor of the NYSE when the market crashed in 1929. As my dad has said, "He's older than kerosene!" I worried enough about Dick Cheney - I really don't want to see McCain fall to the ground dead during the State of the Union! He has to be at least 108 years old.

Last summer, my political science professors pretty much said that the person with the most campaign money would be president. That person at the time was Hillary Clinton. While everyone argued with them, they basically said, "Look, it's going to be Hillary. She's going to be the next president. Get used to it." We all laughed at them and said it was too early to tell.

No one is laughing now.

Monday, February 4, 2008

Fergie Said That It’s Hard to be a Big Girl…

Well, we had a chance to purchase a house this past weekend, and it didn’t work out at all.

For those of you who know anything about my relationship with houses, you’ll know that I’ve wanted to purchase a house for the past three years or so. Jeremy’s job and other factors have made it pretty much impossible.

Jeremy and I currently own and live in a perfectly suitable townhouse in the city limits of Gainesville. It provides all the comforts of city life, gives us somewhere to sleep, and allows us to cook a meal every once in awhile. It is really the perfect place for us.

And I want out. Desperately.

Why? Why do I dream of owning a house? Somewhere behind the doors of this elusive house of mine stands the illusion that once I become a homeowner I’ll grow up a little, have more room, make grown-up decisions. It’s a part of the American dream for people to want to own houses and have families. I also want to be taken seriously in this world, and I sometimes think that this concept may be more elusive than the dream home that I think of from time to time. Why do Americans think that things make them successful?

Then there is the other part of me, saying the American Dream is unabashedly selfish, that I have no right to need or want anything that I don’t already have, and that I shouldn’t overstep my boundaries. God will provide what I need, and I shouldn’t worry about anything else, such as kitchens with fabulous countertops (I dream about kitchens…I’m such a Food Network junkie). I know that it is okay to have nice things, but wrong to dwell on wanting them.

So, I’m going to try and listen to “Faith My Eyes” a little more often for the next few weeks or so, and reverberate those great Derek Webb lines through my head:

“I get turned around/and I mistake my happiness for blessing/and I’m blessed as the poor/still I judge success by how I’m dressing/ so keep on coming with these lines on the road/ and keep me responsible, be it a light or heavy load/and keep me guessing these blessings in disguise/I’ll walk with grace my feet/and faith my eyes.”

I worry so much about being grown-up and taken seriously when I forget what really makes me an adult.

Kindness, thankfulness, humility: that’s the stuff big girls are made of.