Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Posting just to post
I'm still learning about blogging so I haven't been posting much lately. I learned a bit of html editing and was able to add a blogroll. I still don't have a very good understanding of this, but I'm getting there. Thanks again for the lesson Jim!
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
Blogs
Monday, June 14, 2004
What do you believe?
I talk with a lot of people concerning what they believe. Do you believe Jesus is the Lord and he's coming for us? Will we follow him? Do you believe in heaven and hell? How can a man be God? How can a man be Satan?
Why do we follow leaders? Why don't we follow leaders? Why (really) did the Jews turn Jesus over to the Romans....they didn't follow Jesus, who was a Jew! I know, the whole "blasphemy" thing.
What about the Big Bang Theory? How many of you believe that?
What started all this today? Hmmm....I stopped in at Starbuck's this morning to buy a Cafe Mocha and saw a fellow who is always sitting at a table. He's a very nice man who I love talking with. I question why I'm drawn to him though. His name is Jim, he's in his 60's, married to a woman for 40+ years and always, always has three things at his table. A smile, a bible, and gum drop candy that's wrapped with a passage from the new testament. He is a preacher to anyone that will listen, but he's not a fanatic. He believes in the good Lord and that Jesus will save us all.
We had a debate whether the Jews believe that Jesus is the messiah or not. He, the Christian, will follow the Jews...knowing in his soul, that the Jews are the chosen people. Of course, this made me late getting to work!
If the Jews are the chosen people, what does that make everyone else?....What the heck does that really mean? Will I not find an answer to any of my questions until I die?
I watch, I listen, and stay open-minded.....I don't know what I believe.
Part of me believes in the "Horton Hears a Who" story, by Dr. Seuss!
What's wrong with that theory?
If anyone would like to comment,please do! Click the post comment link, then make sure you click on the link Anonymous, so you will not have to sign in. I'd love to talk with anyone concerning anything I post on here.
Why do we follow leaders? Why don't we follow leaders? Why (really) did the Jews turn Jesus over to the Romans....they didn't follow Jesus, who was a Jew! I know, the whole "blasphemy" thing.
What about the Big Bang Theory? How many of you believe that?
What started all this today? Hmmm....I stopped in at Starbuck's this morning to buy a Cafe Mocha and saw a fellow who is always sitting at a table. He's a very nice man who I love talking with. I question why I'm drawn to him though. His name is Jim, he's in his 60's, married to a woman for 40+ years and always, always has three things at his table. A smile, a bible, and gum drop candy that's wrapped with a passage from the new testament. He is a preacher to anyone that will listen, but he's not a fanatic. He believes in the good Lord and that Jesus will save us all.
We had a debate whether the Jews believe that Jesus is the messiah or not. He, the Christian, will follow the Jews...knowing in his soul, that the Jews are the chosen people. Of course, this made me late getting to work!
If the Jews are the chosen people, what does that make everyone else?....What the heck does that really mean? Will I not find an answer to any of my questions until I die?
I watch, I listen, and stay open-minded.....I don't know what I believe.
Part of me believes in the "Horton Hears a Who" story, by Dr. Seuss!
What's wrong with that theory?
If anyone would like to comment,please do! Click the post comment link, then make sure you click on the link Anonymous, so you will not have to sign in. I'd love to talk with anyone concerning anything I post on here.
Thursday, June 10, 2004
The love of Dogs
DOGGONE SPOILED
BY JUDITH NEWMAN
I just bought my dog, Monty, his own couch. It's plush, brown, faux-suede, and it cost $450. It is, in fact, the couch I want for myself, but unfortu-nately it's only 20 inches off the ground. I feel a little uncomfortable admitting I've bought my golden retriever his own piece of furniture, so I'm thinking of telling visitors I've got a roommate who's a midget. I actually do have 2-year-old twin boys, so that's not such a big lie.
People said that once I had my own kids, Monty would resume his rightful place as a lovable, smelly, not-so-swift mammal. He is a lovable, smelly, not-so-swift animal, but then so are my boys. If anything, having kids has only made me want to spoil Monty more, because I feel guilty that he now has to share my attention with two creatures who are brushing him backwards and sticking pacifiers in his ears. And saint-with-fur that he is, he passively puts up with it all.
Please, do not think me a pet nut. Pet nuts are people who are trying to turn their animals into humans, who think of their beloveds as furry reflections of themselves. Yes, I am sorely tempted by the $100 Swarov-ski rhinestone-encrusted collars (ad-mittedly, a little fey for any animal that can't fit into a handbag) and $10 bottles of dog mineral water (Champ-pagne!) stocked at a nearby pet spa. Yes, I have considered hous-ing Monty at the Ritzy Canine Car-riage House, an ultra-luxe dog hotel where the swank Presidential Suite costs $175 a night and has its own VCR for canine movie viewing.
But I have resisted all those niceties that I, and I only, would ap-preciate. Monty does not have a trendy wardrobe, for example. Large dogs just look embarrassed in clothing-though I do adore the skull-and-crossbones sweater my hip-hop neighbor just bought his wee Tibetan terrier, French Fry. I be-lieve in pampering Monty to the fullest, as long as the pampering suits his doggy nature. So, while I may not take Monty to Ruff Yoga, the dog/master yoga class at my gym (does a golden retriever need to learn how to stand on his head?), all right, I've thrown him a party. But only once. He got many nice chew-toy balls for pres-ents. We called it a bark mitzvah, and that was probably a little wishful thinking on my part.
Indulgent? Maybe. But consider this: When I thought I would never be able to have children, I got Monty. He was abandoned at a shelter by a woman with three children under 5. She had bought him as a puppy, thinking the kids and the golden retriever would make a lovely picture at Christmas. Monty proved a little ... needy. But some of us like needy. I hope her kids never prove too needy, I thought churlishly, as Monty drenched me in kisses on the ride home.
Anyway, during those roller-coaster years of infertility drugs and needles and hope and disappointment, there was one thing I could always count on: a sneaker shoved in my face at 4 in the morning. This was Monty's way of telling me he was thinking of me. It was his way of pampering me. I'm sure that if he could have gone out and brought me a new pair of Manolo Blahniks, he would have.
Monty never thought I was a failure, even when that's exactly how I thought of myself. So now that I have what I want-the love, the craziness, the mess of a life that spells happi-ness-how can I fail him now?
Last night Monty's couch arrived, and he jumped right on it. Then the children jumped on top of him. And he let them.
That's worth $450, don't you think?
1 LADIES' HOME JOURNAL I JUNE 2004
BY JUDITH NEWMAN
I just bought my dog, Monty, his own couch. It's plush, brown, faux-suede, and it cost $450. It is, in fact, the couch I want for myself, but unfortu-nately it's only 20 inches off the ground. I feel a little uncomfortable admitting I've bought my golden retriever his own piece of furniture, so I'm thinking of telling visitors I've got a roommate who's a midget. I actually do have 2-year-old twin boys, so that's not such a big lie.
People said that once I had my own kids, Monty would resume his rightful place as a lovable, smelly, not-so-swift mammal. He is a lovable, smelly, not-so-swift animal, but then so are my boys. If anything, having kids has only made me want to spoil Monty more, because I feel guilty that he now has to share my attention with two creatures who are brushing him backwards and sticking pacifiers in his ears. And saint-with-fur that he is, he passively puts up with it all.
Please, do not think me a pet nut. Pet nuts are people who are trying to turn their animals into humans, who think of their beloveds as furry reflections of themselves. Yes, I am sorely tempted by the $100 Swarov-ski rhinestone-encrusted collars (ad-mittedly, a little fey for any animal that can't fit into a handbag) and $10 bottles of dog mineral water (Champ-pagne!) stocked at a nearby pet spa. Yes, I have considered hous-ing Monty at the Ritzy Canine Car-riage House, an ultra-luxe dog hotel where the swank Presidential Suite costs $175 a night and has its own VCR for canine movie viewing.
But I have resisted all those niceties that I, and I only, would ap-preciate. Monty does not have a trendy wardrobe, for example. Large dogs just look embarrassed in clothing-though I do adore the skull-and-crossbones sweater my hip-hop neighbor just bought his wee Tibetan terrier, French Fry. I be-lieve in pampering Monty to the fullest, as long as the pampering suits his doggy nature. So, while I may not take Monty to Ruff Yoga, the dog/master yoga class at my gym (does a golden retriever need to learn how to stand on his head?), all right, I've thrown him a party. But only once. He got many nice chew-toy balls for pres-ents. We called it a bark mitzvah, and that was probably a little wishful thinking on my part.
Indulgent? Maybe. But consider this: When I thought I would never be able to have children, I got Monty. He was abandoned at a shelter by a woman with three children under 5. She had bought him as a puppy, thinking the kids and the golden retriever would make a lovely picture at Christmas. Monty proved a little ... needy. But some of us like needy. I hope her kids never prove too needy, I thought churlishly, as Monty drenched me in kisses on the ride home.
Anyway, during those roller-coaster years of infertility drugs and needles and hope and disappointment, there was one thing I could always count on: a sneaker shoved in my face at 4 in the morning. This was Monty's way of telling me he was thinking of me. It was his way of pampering me. I'm sure that if he could have gone out and brought me a new pair of Manolo Blahniks, he would have.
Monty never thought I was a failure, even when that's exactly how I thought of myself. So now that I have what I want-the love, the craziness, the mess of a life that spells happi-ness-how can I fail him now?
Last night Monty's couch arrived, and he jumped right on it. Then the children jumped on top of him. And he let them.
That's worth $450, don't you think?
1 LADIES' HOME JOURNAL I JUNE 2004
Blogging confusion
Since I'm new to the blogging world, I'm going to make mistakes. I found out by accident, when I told my comrade Nils about this blog I've created, that he couldn't post a comment on my wildworld! WHAT?? No, one should not have to become a member of Blogger.com just to post a comment!
I assumed it would be a setting. Although, we all know what happens when we assume, don't we?
OK....Enough of my babbling nonsense.
It is indeed a setting I could change....Jim, and everyone else I've told about my silly blog on the web....YOU CAN NOW POST a comment, and you do not have to sign in.
Sorry for the inconvenience!
I assumed it would be a setting. Although, we all know what happens when we assume, don't we?
OK....Enough of my babbling nonsense.
It is indeed a setting I could change....Jim, and everyone else I've told about my silly blog on the web....YOU CAN NOW POST a comment, and you do not have to sign in.
Sorry for the inconvenience!
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
The Debate Concerning Reagan
I sit silent, sometimes for a long time. I watch, I listen, I see, I absorb. Most days, I'm an easy going, roll with the punches, kinda chick. Today, I've had enough of the petty arguments concerning the presidency/life of Ronald Reagon, the politics of George W. Bush, John Kerry, but most of all, I can't stand the impatience, lack of courtesy and disrespect of humankind! It takes a lot for me to become this fired up!
People just don't get it! How can I possibly argue over Reagan's leadership while I'm mourning the loss of this former leader of our country. The rest of you can argue, while I'm thanking God and also blessing the Reagan family.
In this time of mourning, I encourage you to go to www.GeorgeWBush.com to read some of President Reagan's greatest speeches.
People just don't get it! How can I possibly argue over Reagan's leadership while I'm mourning the loss of this former leader of our country. The rest of you can argue, while I'm thanking God and also blessing the Reagan family.
In this time of mourning, I encourage you to go to www.GeorgeWBush.com to read some of President Reagan's greatest speeches.
Inspiration
I met an amazing man in 1986 who made a big difference in my life. I have learned a great deal from him since I've known him. He's opened my eyes to all sorts of different things and I would not be the woman I am today, if not for him. He made me feel and think about things I didnt' want to know or feel! It bugged the hell out of me! I grew as an individual while being married to this man and I have to thank him for that. I'm a more well rounded individual today since knowing James O. Tudor (a.k.a. Hillrat).
Now, if I could just understand this linking bit with a blog, I'd be in great shape! As far as I can tell, the link in the the Title takes you to his Blog.
HTML confuses me!
Now, if I could just understand this linking bit with a blog, I'd be in great shape! As far as I can tell, the link in the the Title takes you to his Blog.
HTML confuses me!
Thursday, June 03, 2004
Religion? What's it purpose?
For the first time in my life, I've seriously started to wonder about religious beliefs. What's the purpose of Religion? Why do humans believe? How do they practice their religious belief? I will ask these questions for the remainder of my life.
