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J
I think I've been in the belly of a whale for around three years now. Ever been there?
I suppose we all have some idea of what we think our lives will or should look like and we all probably have some impression of what "normal" should look like. My life has never been what I would call normal. I thought normal sounded great. I thought I might like normal. I went looking for normal, knowing full well I've never done normal. Even knowing abnormal was awesome. Why would I do that????!!!
(It's rhetorical. Nevermind.) Looking for normal has led to a great deal of frustration and pain. I need to stop looking for normal and see if God will allow the whale to spit me out.
Some people like normal. Some people will judge you or become frustrated with you because you can't or won't do their version of normal. Some people don't like you if you aren't "normal". They don't seem to understand that different IS normal for you. But my life is not about them, is it? (Again...rhetorical) And now that I think about it, why are their noses in my biz anyway? (SQUIRREL)
(get back on track, Jullianna..)
A few people encourage others to be unique. "I'm okay. You're okay." "Be the best you that you can be"....blah, blah, blah. Ever notice how a lot of people who say that stuff usually have the same hairstyles, glasses, jeans, cars and cookie cutter houses, and attend the same schools/churches??? Hmmmm.... (SQUIRREL again...sorry....just wonder if they understand the concept of "unique")
So...anyway. I'm done with normal. Normal isn't for me. Normal is not going to happen for me. God designed me to be an Abbynormal kinda lady. I finally get it. Sorry it took so long, Lord. Forgive me.
I suppose we all have some idea of what we think our lives will or should look like and we all probably have some impression of what "normal" should look like. My life has never been what I would call normal. I thought normal sounded great. I thought I might like normal. I went looking for normal, knowing full well I've never done normal. Even knowing abnormal was awesome. Why would I do that????!!!
(It's rhetorical. Nevermind.) Looking for normal has led to a great deal of frustration and pain. I need to stop looking for normal and see if God will allow the whale to spit me out.Some people like normal. Some people will judge you or become frustrated with you because you can't or won't do their version of normal. Some people don't like you if you aren't "normal". They don't seem to understand that different IS normal for you. But my life is not about them, is it? (Again...rhetorical) And now that I think about it, why are their noses in my biz anyway? (SQUIRREL)
(get back on track, Jullianna..)
A few people encourage others to be unique. "I'm okay. You're okay." "Be the best you that you can be"....blah, blah, blah. Ever notice how a lot of people who say that stuff usually have the same hairstyles, glasses, jeans, cars and cookie cutter houses, and attend the same schools/churches??? Hmmmm.... (SQUIRREL again...sorry....just wonder if they understand the concept of "unique")
So...anyway. I'm done with normal. Normal isn't for me. Normal is not going to happen for me. God designed me to be an Abbynormal kinda lady. I finally get it. Sorry it took so long, Lord. Forgive me.
I
Just found out there's a chance my boyfriend may have to move back to Taiwan until the next rotation of our university's music education post-bachelor courses begins.. which isn't until Summer of 2015.
Also, while he's gone, he'll be serving in his country's military, which means he'll only get to use the phone/internet once a month, and we can't visit one another (neither of us could afford it, anyway). He loves to write so he insisted he'll be hand-writing me letters constantly.
My own parents' love story started out in the form of hand-written letters sent between The Philippines and Alaska. I always thought it was so romantic, but I never thought I'd end up in such a similar situation.
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Also, while he's gone, he'll be serving in his country's military, which means he'll only get to use the phone/internet once a month, and we can't visit one another (neither of us could afford it, anyway). He loves to write so he insisted he'll be hand-writing me letters constantly.
My own parents' love story started out in the form of hand-written letters sent between The Philippines and Alaska. I always thought it was so romantic, but I never thought I'd end up in such a similar situation.
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Hugssssssssss my sister! I know what it's like having had to do the long distance relationship for 2 years when dating my ex-wife. Me in the states & her in the UK. At least for the most part we had the internet & $$$$$$ of calling cards. It's tough,so I feel yer' struggle. That's awesome that he likes to write though. (nothing..nothing beats a hand written letter or card from someone you love) I'll be praying for you guys while yer' apart as the Lord leads.
You've got a keeper! Let him know that, not just us!! (I'm sure you do.) We men need that.
If I can threadjack for a minute - this calls to my mind a situation I had over ten years ago. I had a lymphoma, and at the time, the docs were in disagreement over my treatment plan. I called my mom to tell her what was going on. Before I could get a word in, she went on a rant about my then-wife, calling her every name in the book, bringing up this perceived horrible treatment toward my brother (a grown man who we were supposed to coddle and excuse his rude behavior because he was physically handicapped). Anyway, I defended my wife....and my mother did not talk to me for five years, until I eventually extended an olive branch.
My wife's reaction to all this was.....nothing. I didn't expect a parade or anything, but a hug or a "thanks for having my back, honey" or some sort of acknowledgement. Not....nothing.
Anyway, this post makes me a bit melancholy, and also fills me with joy for you.....I guess it makes me feel kind of hopeful too. I think you should burn your husband a batch of cookies or something.
If I can threadjack for a minute - this calls to my mind a situation I had over ten years ago. I had a lymphoma, and at the time, the docs were in disagreement over my treatment plan. I called my mom to tell her what was going on. Before I could get a word in, she went on a rant about my then-wife, calling her every name in the book, bringing up this perceived horrible treatment toward my brother (a grown man who we were supposed to coddle and excuse his rude behavior because he was physically handicapped). Anyway, I defended my wife....and my mother did not talk to me for five years, until I eventually extended an olive branch.
My wife's reaction to all this was.....nothing. I didn't expect a parade or anything, but a hug or a "thanks for having my back, honey" or some sort of acknowledgement. Not....nothing.
Anyway, this post makes me a bit melancholy, and also fills me with joy for you.....I guess it makes me feel kind of hopeful too. I think you should burn your husband a batch of cookies or something.
N
Here is the dilemma.
Two women at my church are best friends. They have been best friends for some 12 years or more.
One of the women is very private about her life, the other is all out in the open with everything.
Tonight at bible study we were talking about friendships and the woman who is private about everything says " i'm so glad i have .... (insert the other womans name here) I can tell her everything and i know i can trust her.
The problem
Open with everything woman is telling everyone all of the other womans business. She tells all the women in the church every private thing this woman has said. It's absolutely terrible.
I want to go up to her and say stooop telling this woman stuff because she is telling the whole church. However i don't want to ruin a 12 plus year friendship. Also i'm not sure she would even believe me.
What do you do....
Two women at my church are best friends. They have been best friends for some 12 years or more.
One of the women is very private about her life, the other is all out in the open with everything.
Tonight at bible study we were talking about friendships and the woman who is private about everything says " i'm so glad i have .... (insert the other womans name here) I can tell her everything and i know i can trust her.
The problem
Open with everything woman is telling everyone all of the other womans business. She tells all the women in the church every private thing this woman has said. It's absolutely terrible.
I want to go up to her and say stooop telling this woman stuff because she is telling the whole church. However i don't want to ruin a 12 plus year friendship. Also i'm not sure she would even believe me.
What do you do....
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I'm watching Tattoo Nightmares, a tattoo shop that specializes in coverups. This younger girl comes in with a tat just above her waistband on her stomach. It says 'Built For Sin'. The weird thing is she says 'i realized a Christian shouldn't get a tattoo after a drinking binge...'. She thought it would 'make her feel better'. But, really? Not 'Christians shouldn't go on a drinking binge'? And really, a Christian thought a 'built for sin' tattoo would make her feel better? Such a screwed up world.
J
Do you think private woman may have said that in hopes that someone would mention it to blabbering woman, thinking it might give blabbering woman pause/a change of heart/understanding how deeply her "friend" would be hurt if/when she discovers what blabbering woman's been doing? If they have been friends that long, I have a feeling private woman knows about blabbering woman's inability to protect a confidence. A person who will gossip TO you will gossip ABOUT you, you know?
Maybe the thing to do, if anything, would be to go to blabbering woman and tell her how much her private friend loves her and how well she spoke of her ability to keep confidences. And then something like....."You DO keep her confidences, right?" That way, you are encouraging blabbering woman to do the right thing and not saying something bad about her to private lady. That could very well come back to bite you on the hiney, huh?
Maybe the thing to do, if anything, would be to go to blabbering woman and tell her how much her private friend loves her and how well she spoke of her ability to keep confidences. And then something like....."You DO keep her confidences, right?"
That way, you are encouraging blabbering woman to do the right thing and not saying something bad about her to private lady. That could very well come back to bite you on the hiney, huh?
U
I'd ask you what kind of friend would you be to allow A) your gossiping friend to continue in her sin unchecked and B) to allow your friend to continue talking to someone who is spreading their business all over the place.
Neither of these acts sound like a friend. I guess you have to prioritize is friendship more important than doing right?
And what if it comes out from the woman being gossiped about that you knew and said nothing? How long do you think that friendship will last? Not only will she be hurt that the other woman is gossiping about her, she'll find her other friend stood by and did nothing while it happened.
Neither of these acts sound like a friend. I guess you have to prioritize is friendship more important than doing right?
And what if it comes out from the woman being gossiped about that you knew and said nothing? How long do you think that friendship will last? Not only will she be hurt that the other woman is gossiping about her, she'll find her other friend stood by and did nothing while it happened.
A
wow I saw this!! hahahaha. I thought it was so rediculous, I'm fine with tattoos and body art, but seriously if you're a christian you shouldn't be drinking THAT much, preferably not at all. But, if your judgement is so impared you have to get a built for sin tattoo you need to rethink your life! We are not built for sin, we are built to live for Christ and stay away from sin!
G
Just what was said to me sounds okay, nods, the "I'm so glad I have _______ . I can tell her everything and I know I can trust her."
Now, if it goes beyond that generic line there, then, it's probably a little hit on the head from above to tell this person that you don't want to hear her talking about other people's problems and things they've told you that there not sure the other person would want out in the open if they were around.
There's verses in the bible too that say telling things of others is not a good thing if it's "gossip," and, I'm not sure what your out in the open speaking friend is doing, nods, but there is this from Scripture you might want to tell her.
. He who goes about as a slanderer reveals secrets,
Therefore do not associate with a gossip. ... Proverbes 20:19
I think, some people, too, are just more unapt to catch the wrongness of themselves (bad judgment) exposing that kind of frienship talk that's meant for being kept in from others hearing.
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Now, if it goes beyond that generic line there, then, it's probably a little hit on the head from above to tell this person that you don't want to hear her talking about other people's problems and things they've told you that there not sure the other person would want out in the open if they were around.
There's verses in the bible too that say telling things of others is not a good thing if it's "gossip," and, I'm not sure what your out in the open speaking friend is doing, nods, but there is this from Scripture you might want to tell her.
. He who goes about as a slanderer reveals secrets,
Therefore do not associate with a gossip. ... Proverbes 20:19
I think, some people, too, are just more unapt to catch the wrongness of themselves (bad judgment) exposing that kind of frienship talk that's meant for being kept in from others hearing.
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[h=3]Linguistic humor, How I met my wife[/h]Source: Jack Winter. 1994. How I met my wife. New Yorker, July 25.
It had been a rough day, so when I walked into the party I was very chalant, despite my efforts to appear gruntled and consolate.I was furling my wieldy umbrella for the coat check when I saw her standing alone in a corner. She was a descript person, a woman in a state of total array. Her hair was kempt, her clothing shevelled, [or should that be hevelled?—BES] and she moved in a gainly way.
I wanted desperately to meet her, but I knew I'd have to make bones about it, since I was travelling cognito. Beknownst to me, the hostess, whom I could see both hide and hair of, was very proper, so it would be skin off my nose if anything bad happened. And even though I had only swerving loyalty to her, my manners couldn't be peccable. Only toward and heard-of behavior would do.
Fortunately, the embarrassment that my maculate appearance might cause was evitable. There were two ways about it, but the chances that someone as flappable as I would be ept enough to become persona grata or a sung hero were slim. I was, after all, something to sneeze at, someone you could easily hold a candle to, someone who usually aroused bridled passion.
So I decided not to risk it. But then, all at once, for some apparent reason, she looked in my direction and smiled in a way that I could make heads or tails of.
I was plussed. It was concerting to see that she was communicado, and it nerved me that she was interested in a pareil like me, sight seen. Normally, I had a domitable spirit, but, being corrigible, I felt capacitated—as if there were something I was great shakes at—and forgot that I had succeeded in situations like this only a told number of times. So, after a terminable delay, I acted with mitigated gall and made my way through the ruly crowd with strong givings.
Nevertheless, since this was all new hat to me and I had no time to prepare a promptu speech, I was petuous. Wanting to make only called-for remarks, I started talking about the hors d'oeuvres, trying to abuse her of the notion that I was sipid, and perhaps even bunk a few myths about myself.
She responded well, and I was mayed that she considered me a savory character who was up to some good. She told me who she was. "What a perfect nomer," I said, advertently. The conversation became more and more choate, and we spoke at length to much avail. But I was defatigable, so I had to leave at a godly hour. I asked if she wanted to come with me. To my delight, she was committal. We left the party together and have been together ever since. I have given her my love, and she has requited it.
I wanted desperately to meet her, but I knew I'd have to make bones about it, since I was travelling cognito. Beknownst to me, the hostess, whom I could see both hide and hair of, was very proper, so it would be skin off my nose if anything bad happened. And even though I had only swerving loyalty to her, my manners couldn't be peccable. Only toward and heard-of behavior would do.
Fortunately, the embarrassment that my maculate appearance might cause was evitable. There were two ways about it, but the chances that someone as flappable as I would be ept enough to become persona grata or a sung hero were slim. I was, after all, something to sneeze at, someone you could easily hold a candle to, someone who usually aroused bridled passion.
So I decided not to risk it. But then, all at once, for some apparent reason, she looked in my direction and smiled in a way that I could make heads or tails of.
I was plussed. It was concerting to see that she was communicado, and it nerved me that she was interested in a pareil like me, sight seen. Normally, I had a domitable spirit, but, being corrigible, I felt capacitated—as if there were something I was great shakes at—and forgot that I had succeeded in situations like this only a told number of times. So, after a terminable delay, I acted with mitigated gall and made my way through the ruly crowd with strong givings.
Nevertheless, since this was all new hat to me and I had no time to prepare a promptu speech, I was petuous. Wanting to make only called-for remarks, I started talking about the hors d'oeuvres, trying to abuse her of the notion that I was sipid, and perhaps even bunk a few myths about myself.
She responded well, and I was mayed that she considered me a savory character who was up to some good. She told me who she was. "What a perfect nomer," I said, advertently. The conversation became more and more choate, and we spoke at length to much avail. But I was defatigable, so I had to leave at a godly hour. I asked if she wanted to come with me. To my delight, she was committal. We left the party together and have been together ever since. I have given her my love, and she has requited it.
G
I think I've been in the belly of a whale for around three years now. Ever been there?
I suppose we all have some idea of what we think our lives will or should look like and we all probably have some impression of what "normal" should look like. My life has never been what I would call normal. I thought normal sounded great. I thought I might like normal. I went looking for normal, knowing full well I've never done normal. Even knowing abnormal was awesome. Why would I do that????!!! (It's rhetorical. Nevermind.) Looking for normal has led to a great deal of frustration and pain. I need to stop looking for normal and see if God will allow the whale to spit me out.
Some people like normal. Some people will judge you or become frustrated with you because you can't or won't do their version of normal. Some people don't like you if you aren't "normal". They don't seem to understand that different IS normal for you. But my life is not about them, is it? (Again...rhetorical) And now that I think about it, why are their noses in my biz anyway? (SQUIRREL)
(get back on track, Jullianna..)
A few people encourage others to be unique. "I'm okay. You're okay." "Be the best you that you can be"....blah, blah, blah. Ever notice how a lot of people who say that stuff usually have the same hairstyles, glasses, jeans, cars and cookie cutter houses, and attend the same schools/churches??? Hmmmm.... (SQUIRREL again...sorry....just wonder if they understand the concept of "unique")
So...anyway. I'm done with normal. Normal isn't for me. Normal is not going to happen for me. God designed me to be an Abbynormal kinda lady. I finally get it. Sorry it took so long, Lord. Forgive me.
I suppose we all have some idea of what we think our lives will or should look like and we all probably have some impression of what "normal" should look like. My life has never been what I would call normal. I thought normal sounded great. I thought I might like normal. I went looking for normal, knowing full well I've never done normal. Even knowing abnormal was awesome. Why would I do that????!!!
(It's rhetorical. Nevermind.) Looking for normal has led to a great deal of frustration and pain. I need to stop looking for normal and see if God will allow the whale to spit me out.Some people like normal. Some people will judge you or become frustrated with you because you can't or won't do their version of normal. Some people don't like you if you aren't "normal". They don't seem to understand that different IS normal for you. But my life is not about them, is it? (Again...rhetorical) And now that I think about it, why are their noses in my biz anyway? (SQUIRREL)
(get back on track, Jullianna..)
A few people encourage others to be unique. "I'm okay. You're okay." "Be the best you that you can be"....blah, blah, blah. Ever notice how a lot of people who say that stuff usually have the same hairstyles, glasses, jeans, cars and cookie cutter houses, and attend the same schools/churches??? Hmmmm.... (SQUIRREL again...sorry....just wonder if they understand the concept of "unique")
So...anyway. I'm done with normal. Normal isn't for me. Normal is not going to happen for me. God designed me to be an Abbynormal kinda lady. I finally get it. Sorry it took so long, Lord. Forgive me.