I hate how people bash Muslims on Facebook (or anywhere). It isn't all Muslims who are terrorists or who burn Christians. And there are plenty of Christians who are stupid and do horrible things.
Friday, February 28, 2014
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Driving Me Crazy
As I have said before, driving in this city makes me anxious. My sweet husband's driving seems to give me the most anxiety. Probably because I don't want him to hit anyone or for there to be confrontation.
The other day I was complaining about needing to go shopping for new clothes. It is time to get out my semi-summer clothes and put away the winter clothes, and I am finding it hard to find clothes to wear. So I was saying that I would go to the market when one of the drivers I know are going. Then I said that actually Steve's not hit anything lately so maybe I would go with him. I turned to him and asked, "When is the last time you hit something?" He kind of chuckled and told me that just the day before he hit something and broke the side mirror.
The other day I was complaining about needing to go shopping for new clothes. It is time to get out my semi-summer clothes and put away the winter clothes, and I am finding it hard to find clothes to wear. So I was saying that I would go to the market when one of the drivers I know are going. Then I said that actually Steve's not hit anything lately so maybe I would go with him. I turned to him and asked, "When is the last time you hit something?" He kind of chuckled and told me that just the day before he hit something and broke the side mirror.
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Stray Dogs
We have probably 50 stray dogs in our neighborhood. Every couple of months more babies are born. A few of the dogs get named by me. One dog with a name is Tri. He has been around a long time. He only has three legs. But it doesn't slow him down. I am always amazed at the dogs that have injuries or deformities yet they survive.
A lot of dogs will limp around with a sore or broken leg. Maybe they got in a fight or got ran over by a car, I never know. I wouldn't doubt the car story because half the time they sleep in the middle of the street. And it isn't like the street is the only warm place to lay either. They choose to sleep in the street.
At night the dogs like to bark. You can hear dogs barking all over the neighborhood or running in a group down the street chasing someone or something that doesn't belong. Sometimes they gang up on a dog that for whatever reason doesn't fit in any longer. So they are mean to that guy.
Right now there is a teenaged dog who had babies. I feel like she is still a puppy herself, yet here she is with three of her own. How will she be able to feed them when she can hardly find enough food to feed herself.
Sometimes the dogs will surprise me. Like one of the teenaged ones, when he was small, was very sickly skinny. I thought for sure he would die. But he is still running around with the other teens. He is still sickly skinny, but he survives.
As I watch the stray dogs I can't help but think about all the people who live on the streets of Delhi. Their lives are not too different from the dogs.
A lot of dogs will limp around with a sore or broken leg. Maybe they got in a fight or got ran over by a car, I never know. I wouldn't doubt the car story because half the time they sleep in the middle of the street. And it isn't like the street is the only warm place to lay either. They choose to sleep in the street.
At night the dogs like to bark. You can hear dogs barking all over the neighborhood or running in a group down the street chasing someone or something that doesn't belong. Sometimes they gang up on a dog that for whatever reason doesn't fit in any longer. So they are mean to that guy.
Right now there is a teenaged dog who had babies. I feel like she is still a puppy herself, yet here she is with three of her own. How will she be able to feed them when she can hardly find enough food to feed herself.
Sometimes the dogs will surprise me. Like one of the teenaged ones, when he was small, was very sickly skinny. I thought for sure he would die. But he is still running around with the other teens. He is still sickly skinny, but he survives.
As I watch the stray dogs I can't help but think about all the people who live on the streets of Delhi. Their lives are not too different from the dogs.
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Ab Interval Focus T-25
I just did the Ab Interval of the Focus T-25. This is my 4th day of Focus and it is going well. I really like doing 25 minutes of exercise and being told it is enough because I am working smarter. It was a hard workout and now my stomach is having spasms. It feels funny and makes me laugh. It is like when your legs shake after a good workout. So I guess that means I worked my ab muscles well.
After my workout I drink a Tangy Tangerine vitamin drink. Today I added a granola bar to my after workout refueling. Yesterday I added a TimTam cookie to my refueling. I'm sure a banana would be a better choice.
I like working out because it also makes me want to eat healthier. I mean, I could have had two TimTams yesterday, but because I wanted to be healthy I just ate one.
After my workout I drink a Tangy Tangerine vitamin drink. Today I added a granola bar to my after workout refueling. Yesterday I added a TimTam cookie to my refueling. I'm sure a banana would be a better choice.
I like working out because it also makes me want to eat healthier. I mean, I could have had two TimTams yesterday, but because I wanted to be healthy I just ate one.
Saturday, February 8, 2014
First Day of Focus T-25
Yesterday a friend said on Facebook that she was doing the Focus T-25 workout. I looked it up and decided I wanted to try it. I tried to find it online to download but failed. So Steve bought it for me for my birthday. He can't keep secrets so he told me already. I found it online a Chinese website and did the first day. It is just 25 minutes of pretty simple exercises. It has a lady who is doing a modified version, so I did her workout whenever I got too winded and felt like I may have a heart attack. I did it! Now for day 2.
Sunday, February 2, 2014
Stumble
Today during our little family devotion time we were looking at Romans 14. It talks about not judging and not putting a stumbling block in front of someone. It always makes me think about drinking alcohol. I am not a drinker. I don't like the taste of any alcohol. And I grew up in a home that didn't drink. My parents might have a drink at a Mexican restaurant or maybe some wine at a friend's house, but I don't think they ever bought any alcohol to have at home. I don't think it is a sin to drink, although getting drunk is wrong.
I have noticed that Christians are much more in to drinking now then they were 20 years ago. It is not uncommon to have some wine at a Bible study, or to have your small group go out for beers or even meet in a pub for their study. I always think about the person who struggles with alcohol and how they fit in to this group. Are we putting a stumbling block in front of this person by glorifying our drinks? I hear jokes about how the wine or beer will help calm the person down who has had a rough day/week. Is that really what we want to encourage each other with? I mean, shouldn't we be encouraging each other in the faith instead? Again, there is nothing wrong with a glass of wine or a pint of beer in and of itself, but what is the message we are trying to encourage each other with?
Like I said, Romans 14 talks about judging also. I don't want to be seen as judgmental here, but maybe suggesting we think through our actions a bit and the message we are communicating. As we each run the race let's encourage each other to run for the price and to not get bogged down or stumble along the way.
I have noticed that Christians are much more in to drinking now then they were 20 years ago. It is not uncommon to have some wine at a Bible study, or to have your small group go out for beers or even meet in a pub for their study. I always think about the person who struggles with alcohol and how they fit in to this group. Are we putting a stumbling block in front of this person by glorifying our drinks? I hear jokes about how the wine or beer will help calm the person down who has had a rough day/week. Is that really what we want to encourage each other with? I mean, shouldn't we be encouraging each other in the faith instead? Again, there is nothing wrong with a glass of wine or a pint of beer in and of itself, but what is the message we are trying to encourage each other with?
Like I said, Romans 14 talks about judging also. I don't want to be seen as judgmental here, but maybe suggesting we think through our actions a bit and the message we are communicating. As we each run the race let's encourage each other to run for the price and to not get bogged down or stumble along the way.
Saturday, February 1, 2014
Boo Ya!
I had surgery! I love surgery. I know I am weird. But I love that feeling of drifting off to a crazy sleep and waking up having no idea what has happened. No pain. I like that best of all.
From my last post you would know that I hate going to the gyno doctor. Well I got to get it all taken care of under local anesthesia. That is a much more enjoyable experience. Much more expensive, but it was worth it to me.
The most fun part of the surgery was being in the hospital room. Because I am cheap, I asked for the cheapest room, which is the ward room with 6 beds. And Micah was also having surgery so he was in my ward. Our beds were across from each other. We could each lift our heads and see the other. So as we waited for our turn in the O.R. we kept waving and smiling at each other. Steve got to sit next to us. And when Micah was really bored, he would come over to my bed and we would get to lay together and wait. The nurses kept coming to look at us. They were wondering where the patient in Micah's bed was and then they would look at me and see two patients in one bed. It kinda felt like a sleep-over.
From my last post you would know that I hate going to the gyno doctor. Well I got to get it all taken care of under local anesthesia. That is a much more enjoyable experience. Much more expensive, but it was worth it to me.
The most fun part of the surgery was being in the hospital room. Because I am cheap, I asked for the cheapest room, which is the ward room with 6 beds. And Micah was also having surgery so he was in my ward. Our beds were across from each other. We could each lift our heads and see the other. So as we waited for our turn in the O.R. we kept waving and smiling at each other. Steve got to sit next to us. And when Micah was really bored, he would come over to my bed and we would get to lay together and wait. The nurses kept coming to look at us. They were wondering where the patient in Micah's bed was and then they would look at me and see two patients in one bed. It kinda felt like a sleep-over.
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